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<i>Version Alpha 0.2.x</i>
Welcome to The Repurposing Center, a state of the art government facility built for the purpose of converting societies unwanted members into something more desirable. I hope you enjoy your stay.
This is a text-based game that includes descriptions of sexual activity, drug use, and other subjects not suitable for persons under the age of 18. This is a work of fiction; any resemblance to actual persons, places, or events is unintended.
I'm on Patreon and if you'd like to know more or see a list of my awesome Pateron supporters you can find that, along with a list of other contributors [[here|Credits]] on the credits page.
If you're interested to know what content/fetishes are planned for this game then you can find the list [[here|Fetishes]].
Additionally, if you're interested in looking at a list of the games artwork, along with links to the artists portfolio's, you can find that list [[here|Commissioned Art Gallery]]. (Warning! Does contain spoilers)
Otherwise;
[[I am 18 or more years of age, I understand, and I wish to continue|Start Selection][$initiated = true]].
Copyright © 2017 Jpmaggers, please do not alter or distribute this work without express permission from the owner. Additionally please do not try to pass this work off as created by anyone other than it's creator.You've nothing to do. With no job and no money, what options do you have? You can't afford internet access and your old TV can only receive the three government broadcast channels, and really, who under the age of 50 watches those?
Bored and alone, you decide to go for a late-night walk. Hope that the night air might clear your head pushing you further than you would normally walk on such a moonlit stroll. As you wander, you ponder on what opportunities you really have, trapped in a horrendous cycle of being unable to afford the extra education you'd need to be able to find a job. Your government benefits barely sustain your cheap apartment, let alone food and other needs. You sigh, noting how clearly you can hear it in the surprisingly quiet and empty street.
Thinking nothing of how empty the streets have been, you walk down a dark back alley, hoping to cut through to somewhere more scenic, sure there was a nice park around her somewhere. Parked at the other end of the alley you can just about make out the silhouette of a large vehicle, though that certainly isn't anything unusual you think as you stride forward. As you start to get closer you note how well maintained it is, <span class="neutral">'Capture Van'</span> written in officious block lettering across the back doors, whatever that means.
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Suddenly, two heavily armoured men leap from the back door, startling you enough that you fall over yourself, landing in a puddle of some unknown disgusting sludge. The two men swiftly overbear you, quickly and efficiently stunning you with one of their stun rods. Hauling your prone form up, one of the agents deftly drags you over to the open back doors of the van, tossing you into a small cage. You are plunged into darkness as the doors close behind you.
You hear the rumble of the vans engine as it ignites ready to take you away to be processed into someone of [[value to society|Arrival Involuntary]].<<addTime>><<addTime>>You awaken to quiet and stillness. You would guess that the van has come to a stop though in the current scenario you know little of what is to come next. The capture vans from what you know are some sort of government scheme. Something about taking the homeless and other such dispossessed individuals off the streets and rehabilitating them so they can become productive members of society. But what that means you never thought to ask, probably work houses or some sort of education scheme.
A large clang of metal breaks your train of thought as the van door is wrenched open.
Bright light streams through the mesh cage you inhabit, momentarily blinding you. After a moment of adjustment you can make out a tall man in full black government issued body armour, only his mouth and defined chin are visible. To your right you hear a slight shuffling sound giving you the indication that you aren't the only one caged in the van's cramped containment cages.
<span class="male">"Don't talk, don't resist, when you're brought out of the van line up where we tell you to"</span>, barks the black clad man as he moves to open your cage first.
Do you:
[[Meekly exit the cage?|Taken To Processing 1][$submission += 2; $davisRelationship +=1]]
[[Exit the cage with head held high?|Taken To Processing 1][$submission += 1]]
[[Shout at the man about your poor treatment?|Taken To Processing 1][$submission += 0; $davisRelationship -=1]]
[[Or you could jump at the man to knock him over, maybe try to run away?|Taken To Processing 1][$submission -=2; $numberOfComplaints +=1]]<<if $submission == 2 || ($submission == 11 && $volunteered)>>The man in black body armour smiles at you as you crawl out of the small cage, he grabs you by the waist as you try to pull yourself out and sets you down on the ground.
<span class="male">"You'll be a fine one by the time they're done with you"</span>, he chortles as he gives you a firm pat on the bum when you step away from the van towards a set of clearly marked standing points.<<elseif $submission == 12>>The man in black body armour smiles at you as you crawl out of the small cage, he grabs you by the waist as you try to pull yourself out and sets you down on the ground.
<span class="male">"Don't be afraid, think of it as a fresh start. You'll be a fine one by the time they're done with you"</span>, he soothes as he gives you a firm pat on the bum when you step away from the van towards a set of clearly marked standing points.<<elseif $submission == 10>>The man in black body armour smiles at you as you crawl out of the small cage, he grabs you by the waist as you try to pull yourself out and sets you down on the ground.
<span class="male">"Don't grumble at me over the van trip, that’s an admin fault not mine. Plus, after you're processed they'll put you up in some nice accommodation where you can relax and get a good night’s sleep. You'll be a fine one by the time they're done with you"</span>, he chortles as he gives you a firm pat on the bum when you step away from the van towards a set of clearly marked standing points.<<elseif $submission == 1>>The man in black body armour looks on impatiently as you crawl out of the small cage, he grabs you by the waist as you try to pull yourself out and drops you down onto the ground.
<span class="male">"That'll be sorted by the time they're done with you"</span>, he mutters as you step away from the van towards a set of clearly marked standing points.
<<elseif $submission == 0>>The man in black body armour looks on you with as scowl as you berate him with insults and loudly complain that you shouldn't be here whilst still sitting in the small cage, he grabs you under the armpits and pulls you out, the proceeds to drops you down onto the ground.
<span class="male">"You'll be in a real state by the time they're done with you"</span>, he mutters angrily as you stumble away from the van towards a set of clearly marked standing points.
<<else>>You launch yourself at the man, scrabbling at him with your hands, however the fully armoured and well-trained government agent has little trouble with throwing your weak untrained body to the floor. He jams a foot down on your chest.
<span class="male">"I don't like you and I'll be telling the suits to keep an eye on you. What did you think was going to happen, causing trouble"</span>, he snarls before spitting on you. He lets his foot up and points towards a set of clearly marked standing points, deciding to not push your luck anymore here you pick yourself up and stumble towards the point.<</if>>
Looking around you see you're outside in some sort of high walled enclosure with only two exits, a set of large gates with a number of electrical panels on them, and a heavy duty double door leading into a large looming building. The building has to be at least four or five stories tall and from where you're standing you can't make out the corners, nor can you see any windows or any other identifying details, just a large concrete block.
After a little time waiting on the marked spot another man joins you. He's rather short, with a sallow complexion. Looking him over you see a number of obvious track marks coming out from below his stained white t-shirt. Just great. You're being grouped up with junkies and who knows what other troublemakers. Looking over to the van the agent seems to be handling removing a third prisoner from the van's cages.
<span class="male">"Hey, mate"</span>, The sallow man whispers, <span class="male">"My name's Jake. You don't look homeless or a trouble maker. You signed up for this?"</span>.
Do you:
[[Ignore him, he's a junkie|Taken To Processing 2]]
[[Ask him for more information|Taken To Processing 2][$jessRelationship += 1]]<<if $jessRelationship > 0 >><span class="male">"Well, you know"</span>, Jake continues, <span class="male">"They reprocess people here. Criminals also get sent through here if they opt into it and are found not violent. I mean the gov don't mind do they? More money for them in the end"</span>.
You're just about to ask for more information on what he means. Money? Criminals? And he still hasn't answered you on what he means by choosing to be here but all your questions will have to wait as you see the agent come back half dragging a large bald man covered in scars, obviously from years of fighting. It looks like the agent had some trouble with the large guy as has his hands were behind his back tied together with zip cuffs.
<<else>>Looking briefly at him you notice Jake seems disappointed that you won't talk to him. After not getting a reply he stands in silence, slightly fidgeting. Eventually you see the agent come back half dragging a large bald man covered in scars obviously from years of fighting. It looks like the agent had some trouble with the large guy as has his hands were behind his back tied together with zip cuffs.
<</if>>
<span class="male">"Okay, let's take you in for processing"</span>, the government agent states boredly as he marches off towards the set of heavy duty double doors that lead into the concrete block-shaped building, past a large sign that reads;
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Slowly you step forward, entering into a sterile white corridor. You turn your head, seeing what you fear may be the last glance of sunlight in a long time before the heavy duty door closes and bars itself automatically with a heavy duty metal bar. With no option to go back, you continue onwards towards a large LCD sign reading [["Processing"|Processing 1]].You walk into a large tiled room, as stark white in colour as the corridor you just left. The room is very sparsely populated, containing very little. Amongst the room's meagre offerings are a locked cabinet against one wall, another set of doors at the other end of the room above with a sign that reads, <span class="neutral">"Decontamination"</span>, and a desk and chair behind which sits a small man with salt and pepper hair, wearing a labcoat. However, you pay him little attention as what dominates the center of the room are three large reclining what you can only describe as bdsm dentist chairs. You start to feel nervous seeing that the chairs seem to have an excessive amount of restraints.
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<span class="male">"I'll be with you in a second"</span>, the labcoated man conversationally says to the agent, <span class="male">"Just got to finish off the paperwork, you know how it is"</span>.
<span class="male">"No worries. I'll dump them in the chairs and wait. I get paid for as long as it takes to escort them through to gen pop so take as long as you need"</span>, replies the agent whilst he drags the large bald man over to one of the chairs and starts to buckle him in. The bald man thrashes and grunts, throwing insults at the agent but quietens quickly when the agent brings out his stun rod.
You and Jake wait for your turns, standing quietly, with Jake being quietly fastened to the chair and affixed with numerous bindings. Finally, it comes time for you to be bound to the chair.
<<if $submission >= 10>><span class="male">"It's a little scary I know, but we need to get you fixed in the chair so we can run you through medical. Think of it as a free top quality doctor's visit"</span>, smiles the agent.<<elseif $submission > 0 && $submission <0>><span class="male">"Come on, you ain't going to give me trouble are you? Play nice and you'll be looked after and happy when it's all done"</span>, smiles the agent.<<else>><span class="male">"Don't cause me any trouble, I won't think twice about taking you down a peg with my stun rod and then maybe I'll put the boot in you too"</span>, the agent states as he smiles sadistically at you.<</if>>
Do you:
[[Meekly get strapped in?|Processing 2][$submission += 2;$resisted = false ; $radcliffRelationship +=1; $davisRelationship +=1]]
[[Sit down and get strapped in?|Processing 2][$submission += 1;$resisted = false]]
[[Resist?|Processing 2][$submission -= 1; $resisted = true; $radcliffRelationship -=1; $davisRelationship -=1; $numberOfComplaints +=1]]Before you is the form asking for your details. Which, the labcoat wearing man is both reading from and filling in for you.
<hr><div align="center"><u><b>New Induction Form</b></u></div>
First Name : <<if $penis>><<textbox "$firstName" "John">><<else>><<textbox "$firstName" "Jane">><</if>>
Second Name : <<textbox "$secondName" "Smith">>
Age : 22
Occupation : none
Hair Colour:<table>
<tr>
Brown <<radiobutton "$hairColour" "brown" checked>>
</tr>
<tr>
Blonde <<radiobutton "$hairColour" "blonde">>
</tr>
<tr>
Red <<radiobutton "$hairColour" "red">>
</tr>
<tr>
Black<<radiobutton "$hairColour" "black">>
</tr>
</table>
Hair Length:<table>
<tr>
Very short <<radiobutton "$hairLength" 1 checked>>
</tr>
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Short <<radiobutton "$hairLength" 2>>
</tr>
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Medium <<radiobutton "$hairLength" 3>>
</tr>
</table>
Eye Colour:<table>
<tr>
Brown <<radiobutton "$eyes.colour" "brown" checked>>
</tr>
<tr>
Blue <<radiobutton "$eyes.colour" "blue" >>
</tr>
<tr>
Green <<radiobutton "$eyes.colour" "green">>
</tr>
<tr>
Grey <<radiobutton "$eyes.Colour" "grey">>
</tr>
</table>
Height in inches: <<textbox "$height" "70">>
Skin tone:<table>
<tr>
Pale <<radiobutton "$skinTone" "pale" checked>>
</tr>
<tr>
Fair <<radiobutton "$skinTone" "fair">>
</tr>
<tr>
Tanned <<radiobutton "$skinTone" "tanned">>
</tr>
<tr>
Olive <<radiobutton "$skinTone" "olive">>
</tr>
<tr>
Dark <<radiobutton "$skinTone" "dark">>
</tr>
<tr>
Very Dark <<radiobutton "$skinTone" "very dark">>
</tr>
</table>
<<button [[Submit Details|Processing 4]]>><</button>>Before you is the filled in form asking for your details.
<hr><div align="center"><u><b>New Induction Form</b></u></div>
First Name : $firstName
Second Name : $secondName
Age : 22
Gender : <<if $pronoun == 1>>female<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>male<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>gender fluid individual<<elseif $penis == true>>male<<else>>female<</if>>
Occupation : none
Hair Colour: $hairColour
Hair Length: <<checkHair>>
Eye Colour: $eyes.colour
Height in inches: $height
Skin tone : $skinTone
<hr>
<span class="male">"That's it then"</span>, the man in the labcoat says, <span class="male">"unless any of the</span> [[information is wrong?|Processing 3]]".
<<if $volunteered>>[[Finish the form|Processing Volunteer Choice]]<<else>>[[Finish the form|Processing Non Volunteer Choice]]<</if>><<addTime>><span class="male">"That all seems to be in order"</span>, the man in the labcoat says to you with a smile, <span class="male">"The next part is just as we went over, it's just a small injection and after that you'll be better than ever"</span>.
The labcoated man proceeds to walk over to the cabinet in the back of the room, which finally opens after a short process of locks and keypads. Sadly, in the position you're fixed in, you can't get a good view of what's inside the cabinet. Though that doesn't really matter as he approaches you momentarily, a hypodermic needle in hand.
<span class="male">"Don't worry it'll be over before you know it"</span>, smiles the man in the labcoat soothingly as he jabs the hypodermic into your arm and depresses the plunger.
A warm feeling spreads over your body, feeling nice, peaceful even. The warm feeling flows up into your head before growing a little hotter. A minute later you’ve yet to see what the point of all of this was, despite the agent and the doctor continuing to watch you as if they’re waiting for something. The weird heat in your scalp begins to itch and you wonder if it’s a side effect of whatever they injected you with, or maybe just a result of you thinking about it. As you try to ignore the itching feeling you start to feel an odd tickle across your ears. <span class="player">"That’s weird"</span>, you think, as you can clearly see both of your captors. Maybe it again could just be your imagination. Just then, before your eyes, your $hairColour hair seems to gain length, coming down to block your view, before parting just enough to let you continue to observe what is happening. Oddly, what should be frightening you doesn't. Instead, you feel good, tingly even and just a little woolly headed. You know you should be worried, maybe even shouting out about what’s happening to you, oddly you don’t seem to be able to, it’s almost as if something is controlling your actions.
Looking down at your body you feel more sensitive, your skin rubbing against your clothes feels sensual. And mentioning your clothes they seem a lot bigger than you previously thought. Or maybe not. No, its your body shrinking slightly in both height and build making your clothes fit more loosely on you. You look down at your arms and see them become slenderer, dainty even. Your hands too look more delicate than they did previously, losing mass but also becoming what to you seem softer. Looking more closely you notice that the hair on your arms has fallen out and instead finer hairs seem to grow where they once stood. You start to contemplate how nice your new arm looks and how proud you are of it, before you catch yourself realising that you’re a lot more frightened by the situation than anything, even if you still seem physically unable to express these fears.
As you pan your vision across your body to check if your other arm is in the same state as the first, you notice something not right. Your clothes, you note, up until now have all been loose and ill fitting. Oddly, your T-shirt remains still as tight on you as ever and your upper chest has started to feel really good all of a sudden. You look down further, noting that your pants seem to be having the same issue of appearing oversized on your body, as does, now that you think about it, the part of your shirt which now loosely hugs your now much smaller waist. Looking back down to where your <<if $startGender == true>>pecs<<else>>A-cup breasts<</if>> hide under your shirt, you are shocked as you watch two tiny hills erupt from your chest, stretching out your shirt, with two obvious and much larger perky erect nipples. When the two globes of mass stop growing realisation finally strikes you. You now have real breasts. If you had to guess you’d say they were <<checkBreast>> sized boobs, your <<checkBreast>> sized boobs. The feeling of your nipples rubbing against your shirt is enough to make you cum in your pants, an amazing orgasm much better than any you've had before. Maybe this really is for the better, you wonder briefly.
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Your reverie, helped by the amazing feeling from your nipples rubbing against your top, is finally interrupted as you feel the heat start to move again, making its way down your body. Finally, it stops around your waist, the warmth spreading in particular to your crotch until the heat gets so intense you almost pass out. <<if $penis>><<set $penis = false>>After the previous changes your logical mind has a sinking feeling about what is going to happen next, but your body just continues to act on the bliss and pleasure you’re feeling, overriding it. Abruptly you, feel an odd, empty feeling start to spread within your pants, you can't see what is happening but if the breasts are any indication, you can probably guess. Again, you feel weirdly calm in the knowledge that you're being stripped of your manhood, too sure<<else>>After the previous changes, all focused on making you more feminine, you’re not sure what to expect. But regardless of your concern, your body continues to act on the bliss and pleasure you’re feeling, overriding more cognisant thoughts. Abruptly you feel an odd, wet feeling start to spread within your pants, a distinct smell of wanton arousal filling the air<</if>>. Maybe it's the treatment making you feel this way, maybe it's what you've always wanted, in your current state you can't tell. All you can tell is that this all feels amazing, and with an orgasm unlike any you've experienced before, the heat starts to recede.
<<if $submission >=3>><span class="male">"See, all for the better"</span>, the labcoat wearing man chuckles.
<span class="male">"I'll say"</span>, responds the agent, <span class="male">"Hot enough that I'd be more than happy to have a go with her"</span>.<<elseif $submission <=0>><span class="male">"You can stop causing trouble now, all for the better"</span>, the labcoat wearing man chuckles.
<span class="male">"I'll say"</span>, responds the agent, <span class="male">"Can't wait to get some alone time with her, show her who's in charge around here"</span>.<</if>>
The government agent starts unstrapping you, but you're too woozy to do much other than get up, supported by the agent. Looking around you can see the other two prisoners still strapped down, however neither of them seem any different than when you saw them earlier.
Do you:
[[Accept what has happened to you?|The Showers 1][$submission +=3; $radcliffRelationship +=1; $davisRelationship +=2]]
[[Quietly weep for your lost former form?|The Showers 1][$submission +=1; $davisRelationship +=1]]
[[Respond with shouts of anger?|The Showers 1][$submission -=2; $radcliffRelationship -=1; $davisRelationship -=1]]<<if $submission >= 3>><br><br><span class="male">"You could always get a booster shot of our treatment"</span>, the man in the labcoat says, <span class="male">"It'll make you more desirable to customers. And remember. The more desirable you are, the better off you are"</span>.
[[Accept the offer for more extensive treatment?|Take Additional Treatment][$submission += 10; $femininity +=20; $breastSize +=2; $assSize +=1; $currentClothing = "T-Shirt and Pants which are way too big, except the T-Shirt overstrained by your new boobs"; $hairLength +=1; $lipSize +=1; $radcliffRelationship +=2; $davisRelationship +=2; $booster = true]]
<</if>><<if $resisted == false>>Allowing yourself to be led to the chair you quickly find yourself lying down on it whilst being bound tightly by the agent.<<elseif $resisted == false and $submission >= 3>><span class="male">"I knew you'd be a good one. Looking forward to how you turn out sweetheart"</span>, the agent whispers sweetly before placing a kiss on your forehead. What's going on here you wonder, this is getting really weird.<<elseif $resisted == true>><<if $submission >=0>><span class="male">"Come on, I know it's a bit scary but we've got to make sure you're in good health and looked after"</span>, says the agent as he easily wrestles you into the chair. Following up quickly the agent binds you tightly in place.<<elseif $submission <0>>The world spins around you as an intense pain spreads out from your stomach, through the black and white spots that have broken out in your vision you can spot the stun rod of the agent sticking into your stomach.
<span class="male">"Just had to be trouble"</span>, states the agent as he easily throws your stunned and in pain form onto the chair and straps you in.<</if>><</if>>
Looking down, you see you've been bound very effectively with straps at multiple points on each arm and leg, a couple of straps around your torso, and a strap around your neck keeping you held tightly in place. With little ability to look anywhere other than up, you notice how odd the ceiling is. It's almost like a mirror, just a bit darker and not really as reflective.
After a brief wait, the man in the labcoat arrives next to your head holding a clipboard.
<span class="male">"It's nice to meet you. Seeing as you're a <<if $volunteered>>volunteer under quick processing<<else>>street pick up<</if>> we don't have your details. Not that they matter much really, but admin wants them so I'm going to ask a few simple questions and you just need to answer. Don't play up please or I'll have to get security in here to help you answer them"</span>, he says softly.
Not wanting to be interrogated whilst bound you [[listen to his questions|Processing 3]]<<addTime>>Whatever words, actions or emotions you were trying to convey are swept away by a wave of fatigue tinged with a hint of vertigo. Grabbing your arm to ensure you don't fall, the agent helps you retain your balance and you start making your way to the exit. As you're leaving you hear the man in the labcoat call, <span class="male">"When you're done with processing, if you want anymore upgrades, ask for Dr.Radcliff. As your doctor I'll be handling any further procedures"</span>.
You're herded out of the room by the government agent, through the doors opposite the pair you came in through, a sign stating ,<span class="neutral">"Decontamination"</span>, sitting above them. The corridor again is empty and has the same stark white colour scheme. The corridor leads into another immaculate white room. This time, however, the room is dominated by a large, open style set of showers on the left side with drainage in the floor, the wall itself being a large mirror giving anyone showering, you'd speculate, a good view of themselves. The right side of the room houses a large bin and a table covered in towels and other shower supplies such as soap and shampoo.
<span class="male">"Okay, get undressed, clothes in the bin, grab a bar of soap and a bottle of shampoo and get yourself cleaned up in the shower. Don't worry about the sign. Decontamination is just the formal name. They just want you clean before giving you your new clothes"</span>, the agent states.
<span class="male">"By the way, my name's Agent Davis if you ever need to get ahold of me"</span>, he continues as you strip yourself of your previous clothing. It's not like they're any use to you now with your new more petite body you think as you place the clothes in the bin. You grab yourself some shower supplies and move over to the showers.
<span class="male">"I've got to head back now, oversee the other two's processing<<if ($vagina && $submission >=5) || $submission <=0>>, but don't worry I'll be back for you later<</if>>"</span>.
[[Nude, you walk over to the showers|The Showers 2][$currentClothing = "Naked"; $currentUnderwear = "Naked"]]With great effort you manage to not masturbate despite your extensive lust and the amazing sensations of your sleek new body. Instead you meticulously soap up and clean your body trying to ignore how wonderful everything feels, in particular as you finish cleaning your <<if $penis>>thick erect cock<<else>>warm inviting pussy<</if>> and your perky <<checkBreast>> boobs.
Despite your focus on not relieving your sexual tension you still feel hot and horny. I'd probably be willing to throw myself at anyone who offered with how I'm feeling now, you ponder in your torturous lust.
You begin to finish your shower when <<if $davisRelationship >=3 && $vagina && $sexualPreference != 1>>[[Agent Davis returns with a lustful look in his eyes|Visit From The Agent - Nice]]<<elseif $davisRelationship <=-1 && $vagina && $nonConPlay && $sexualPreference != 1>>[[Agent Davis returns with a sadistic look in his eyes|Visit From The Agent - Angry][$timesVaginallyFucked +=1; $davisRelationship =0]]<<else>>[[Agent Davis returns to take you onwards|Final Processing 1]]<</if>>.
<<addTime>>You towel yourself dry, leaving the towel in the room as Agent Davis commands you. As you continue on he mentions, <span class="male">"The other two are going to be a while, the big guy even after the treatment tried to attack the Doc. Means the other two newbies will be dealt with by higher grade security. I would not like to be baldy after they scramble him. Always remember don't pick any fights while you're in here, the corporate guys don't like it and make an example of the ones who do. Don't worry about the druggy he'll be fine, just needs to be questioned to make sure he's not planning any attacks of his own. I'm not worried about you<<if $submission >0 && $submission <10>>, you're obviously one of those guys who gets thrown in here on purpose for a better life<<elseif $submission >= 10>>. You volunteered to be here, why would you ruin your chance at a better life<<else>>, because I can handle you if I need to<</if>>"</span>.
Proceeding down the corridor not much further up, you spot a desk set into the wall. An LCD screen to its side pronounces it a, <span class="neutral">"Processing Kiosk"</span>. As you get closer you notice that behind the desk is a small room filled with screens and shelves filled with all sorts of clothing and hygiene products. Manning the desk sits a short woman probably in her late teens or early twenties. She has glittering pink plump lips, dazzling blue eyes and an angelic face, all framed by long platinum blonde ringlets. Further investigation of the woman allows you to notice she wears a short pink latex dress that you'd guess from what you can see comes down to her mid thigh, the dress accentuates her large D-Cup breasts and stiff puffy nipples. She's obviously not wearing a bra.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/TillyLarge.png]]</div>
As the glittering pink clad teen spots you and Agent Davis she starts waving calling, <span class="bimbo">"Over here, I'm over here. It's super great to see you both. I'm Tilly and I'm covering the processing reques ... stuff desk. It's my job to make sure you get all the awesome stuff you need to be super happy"</span>. As she talks she hops up and down on the stool obviously giddy to talk to you, the effect of her hyper hopping is a constant jiggling of her large boobies.
<span class="male">"Newbie's just in from processing, just needs the standard stuff. Records say they're $height inches tall if that helps?"</span>, responds the agent, his voice edged with a tinge of boredom.
<span class="bimbo">"Not to worry, something figures it all out for me"</span>, she smiles looking at the bank of lcd screens with a look of faint confusion on her face. Quickly she turns to you a look of worry obvious in her demeanour. <span class="bimbo">"But I'm being super rude. I'm really sorry, I haven't properly introduced myself. I'm Tilly, did I say that already? I hope we can be great friends. I'm a permanent resident of The Repurposing Center and sometimes they get me to cover the processing desk, but normally I work the counter on the residents store. Lots of awesome people come through all the time and I even get a discount on all the pretty dresses which I love"</span>.
<span class="player">"Permanent resident of The Repurposing Center?"</span>, you ask, having little idea of what she's talking about.
<span class="bimbo">"You know silly, here, The Repurposing Center. They bought me after finishing so now I live here with them, and they even still let me acquire Good Girl Points, even though I'm not on the program. Isn't that so sweet of them?"</span>, she giggles in her cute quiet, high pitch voice.
<span class="bimbo">"Now that you've been repurposed you'll probably want to change your name, that old one is probably icky. Though if you don't want to there are options for changing your records to be available later, the form also lets you pick out which pretty new outfit you want, so you've totally gotta do it, isn't that awesome! Though if you ask me you're a cutie when you're nude so maybe you could skip the clothing"</span>, squeels Tilly gleefully.
Spotting the record on the counter you quickly set to filling it out, if only so you can get some clothes.
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First Name : <<textbox "$firstName" $firstName>>
Clothing choice:<table>
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Long Blue Dress <<radiobutton "$currentClothing" "Long Blue Dress" checked>>
</tr>
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Red Strappy Top and Black Mini Skirt <<radiobutton "$currentClothing" "Red Strappy Top and Black Mini Skirt" >>
</tr>
<tr>
Green Floral Summer Dress <<radiobutton "$currentClothing" "Green Floral Summer Dress">>
</tr>
<tr>
Pink Hoodie and Yoga Pants <<radiobutton "$currentClothing" "Pink Hoodie and Yoga Pants">>
</tr>
</table>
<<button [[Finish Form|Final Processing 2][$tillyRelationship +=1]]>><</button>><span class="male">"I told you I'd be back"</span>, Agent Davis jokes as he strides towards you, ripping off his helmet. You finally get a good view of the man who's been looking after you since you arrived. He's handsome, though you can't tell if that's you or the treatment's opinion. Tall, short brown hair, piercing green eyes and a chin which could only belong to a real man. Through all of this you have just one niggling thought, you're finally going to get laid as a woman.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/DavisLarge.png]]</div>
Looking you straight in the eyes he states, <span class="male">"If you want to stop now, just say so"</span>.
<span id="output">Do you:
<<click "Nod your head in agreement">><<replace "#output">><<set $timesVaginallyFucked +=1>><<set $davisRelationship +=2>>You stare at him dumfounded, not sure how to react to such a brazen request. Seeing that you haven't stated any desire to stop he continues.
<span class="male">"Can't take the suit off when I'm on the job, has sensors in it, but the R&D boys put some changes in to let us guys on the ground show you girls a good time"</span>, he continues cheerily as he runs his thumbs on either side of his armour's crotch plate. Immediately, the plate splits and recedes into the adjacent plates revealing a monsterously large cock and balls. The dick on the agent is much larger than any you've ever seen both in length and girth looking maybe 9 inches in length with golf ball sized testicles hanging beneath. Smiling at your reaction he continues, <span class="male">"They let us get upgrades too, it's big but I'm sure you'll have fun too"</span>.
Striding towards you he takes hold of you by the shoulder and moves you so your back is against the wall. Getting hold of your wrists he moves them above your head against the wall before letting go giving you wink to indicate you should leave them up there. With both hands free one of them moves towards your breast massaging it and playing with it, bringing an intense hot wetness to your already horny pussy. From the feel of it the other hand is aligning his massive tool towards your small fresh pussy. You feel a sudden heat in your cunt, you're so happy, you hope he's enjoying this too.
Before you realise it, the agent sticks his cock firmly into you, taking only a little time to pause and let you adjust. Before long, he's pressing onwards deep into your spasming fuck hole. It hurts a little, you moan quietly just a little from the painful stretching and slight jolts of pain as he strikes your cervix. But the pain is enjoyable almost. You smile a little as you realise that the man wonderfully taking your virginity is also partly responsible for you being here. Additionally, you notice that there wasn't any tearing feeling despite this being your first time. As if anticipating your question, he manages in between thrusts, <span class="male">"They make you girls durable and they don't bother giving you virginities because you're meant for sex and romancing, not prudish nuns in a convent"</span>.
The sweet dirty talk starts getting to you, between it and the pounding of your pussy you start to feel a rush of pleasure take over you, leading to you moaning lustily. Before long you're obviously climbing towards an amazing orgasm, which only makes the situation better as such an amazing guy is making you feel this good. With one particularly impactful shove you finally peak, shuddering up against the wall, crying out with passion as your cunt squeezes and milks the agent's dick. The dick pulses and you feel a sudden wet warmth in your cunt.
Taking a step back from you, the agent carefully set you down on the floor, a flood of jism pooling out of your happy pussy. <span class="male">"Don't worry, you're sterile unless told otherwise. They don't want you getting pregnant unless they want you to"</span>, he states matter of factly, washing his dick as you lay peacefully on the tiles.
You pull yourself up, ready to [[finish your shower and dry up|Final Processing 1]].<</replace>><</click>>
<<click "Shake your head in disagreement">><<replace "#output">>You shake your head, turning him down on his offer. His face turns slightly pink, as he nods back at you. A look of disappointment is briefly visible on his face, as he puts his helmet back on.
<span class="male">"I get it. You've just gone through a big change, and are still getting used to everything. No hard feelings, alright?"</span>, responds the big man, as he waits for you to finish up.
That awkward interlude now come to an end, you quickly [[finish your shower and dry up|Final Processing 1]].<</replace>><</click>>
</span><span class="male">"I told you I'd be back"</span>, Agent Davis snarls as he stalks towards you ripping off his helmet. You finally get a good view of the man who's been out to get you since you arrived. He's handsome though you can't tell if that's you or the treatment's opinion. Tall, short brown hair, piercing green eyes and a chin which could only belong to a real man. Through all of this train of thought you have just one niggling issue, he's angry and coming right at you.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/DavisLarge.png]]</div>
<span class="male">"Can't take the suit off when I'm on the job, has sensors in it, but the R&D boys put some changes in to let us guys on the ground show the newbies who's incharge"</span>, he continues sadistically as he runs his thumbs on either side of his armours crotch plate. Immediately the plate splits and recedes into the adjacent plates revealing a monstrously large cock and balls. The dick on the agent is much larger than any you've ever seen both in length and girth looking maybe 9 inches in length with golf ball sized testicles hanging beneath. Smiling at your reaction he continues, <span class="male">"They let us get upgrades too, it's just that ours are more fun, and also our choice"</span>.
Stalking towards you he easily grabs hold of you by the shoulder spinning you around to face the wall. Getting hold of your wrists he moves them above your head against the wall before holding both with one hand. From the feel of it the other hand is aligning his massive tool towards your small fresh pussy. You feel a sudden heat in your cunt, fearing that it's your attackers cock penetrating you, however you quickly realise that it's just your arousal. Are you really horny over this?
Before you can come to terms the agent sticks his cock roughly into you, taking no pause or time to adjust, instead just pressing onwards deep into your spasming fuck hole. It hurts, you moan painfully from the stretching and thudding pain as he strikes your cervix, but the pain is enjoyable almost. You cringe a little as you realise that the man brutally taking your virginity is also partly responsible for you being here. Additionally, you notice that there wasn't any tearing feeling despite this being your first time. As if anticipating your question, he grunts in between thrusts, <span class="male">"They make you fuck toys durable and they don't bother making you virgins because you're cock holsters to dump your cum in, not delicate ladies to romance"</span>.
The dirty talk starts getting to you, between it and the the rough pounding of your pleasure hole you start to feel a rush of pleasure take over you, leading to you moaning lustily. Before long you're obviously climbing towards an amazing orgasm, which only makes the situation worse as such an aggressive jerk is making you feel this good. With one in particularly rough shove you finally peak, shuddering up against the wall, crying out with passion as your cunt squeezes and milks the agent's dick. The dick pulses and you feel a sudden wet warmth in your cunt.
Taking a step back from you the agent lets go of your arms leaving you to fall into a heap on the floor, a flood of jism pooling out of your used pussy. <span class="male">"Don't worry you're sterile unless told otherwise. Don't want you cum-filled whores getting pregnant unless they want you to"</span> he states matter of factly as he washes his dick, as you lay in a heap on the cold tiles.
<<if $waterSportsPlay == true>><br>Dick now washed off of cum the Agent Davis turns back to facing you fully. <span class="male">"After a fuck I always need a piss, don't mind do you"</span>, he asks rhetorically as he immediately starts to unleash a torrent of warm yellow liquid on you. His urine smells foul and he makes special effort to aim it straight in your face as the torrent flows out. Curled up weakly on the floor there is little you can do to avoid this humiliating scenario, piss covering you then quickly being washed off by the shower. A little urine gets into your mouth and you gag at the unpleasant taste, sadly letting more in. Thankfully he runs out shortly afterwards shaking the last few drops at you. <span class="male">"Just what I needed"</span>, he jokes sadistically. The evidence washes away but the smell faintly lingers clinging to you as a reminder of your degradation.<br><</if>>
You pull yourself up, ready to [[finish your shower and dry up|Final Processing 1]].You can no longer resist the urge to masturbate and slake your extensive lust, the amazing sensations of your sleek new body taunting you until you give into them. <<if $vagina>>You slowly part the labia of your warm and inviting pussy with two fingers, revealing its cute and plump interior, engorged due to your lust. Looking closer you see your pleasure hole is a cute untouched pink in colour, covered in your feminine juices. In the air despite the shower you can smell your needful pussy as it scents the area with your lustful need<<else>>You slowly massage your cock with your hand, your dick becoming even harder due to your lust. Looking closer you see your penis seems unaltered other than the new hypersensitivity, covered in your pre-cum. In the air despite the shower you can smell your masculine productions as it scents the area with your lustful need<</if>>. With your other hand, you taking hold of one of your perky <<checkBreast>> boobs and caress it, enjoying the new sensations.
Despite your intention of relieving your sexual tension you still feel hot and horny. I'd probably be willing to throw myself at anyone who offered with how I'm feeling now, you ponder in your torturous lust. Deciding to carry on, you start to caress your breast and <<if $vagina>>pussy in tandem, feeling a jolt of amazing pleasure as you run your fingers over the raised nub that is your clit. Now with a clear plan in place, groping boobs and playing with your clit<<else>>cock in tandem, feeling a jolt of amazing pleasure as you run your fingers over the engorged head of your rod. Now with a clear plan in place, groping boobs and playing with your dick<</if>> you reach an amazing orgasm which leaves you shuddering so heavily you have to prop yourself up against the wall.
After your brief, yet fun, interlude you return to thoroughly cleaning yourself. Soaping your now post orgasm super sensitive boobs and <<if $vagina>>pussy<<else>>cock<</if>>.
You begin to finish your shower when <<if $davisRelationship >=3 && $vagina && $sexualPreference != 1>>[[Agent Davis returns with a lustful look in his eyes|Visit From The Agent - Nice]]<<elseif $davisRelationship <=-1 && $vagina && $nonConPlay && $sexualPreference != 1>>[[Agent Davis returns with a sadistic look in his eyes|Visit From The Agent - Angry][$timesVaginallyFucked +=1; $davisRelationship = 0]]<<else>>[[Agent Davis returns to take you onwards|Final Processing 1]]<</if>>.<<addTime>>Finished with Tilly you move on, escorted by Agent Davis, down clean white corridors with few identifying features until you finally come to a lift. Opening the door, Davis steps in and gestures for you to follow. Stepping into the lift you notice the lift is in stark contrast to the room designs you've seen so far. The spacious lift is carpeted in a thick red carpet which feels great under your feet, the walls are wood paneled until a halfway point, above which burgundy coloured wall paper filled with intricate designs covers the rest of the walls. The lighting is also nicer, less bright and more mellow. The agent starts pressing keys on a complicated panel and the lift closes, an LCD screen indicating movement with the selected floor being, <span class="neutral">"Dormitory 1"</span>.
<span class="male">"So, we're almost all finished here. Just got to get you to your room. A last word of advice, <<if $submission <=2>>just don't cause any trouble, whatever you think of me, I'm much nicer than the boys you'll meet if you start being a problem<<else>>keep doing what you're doing, they'll mess you up if they think you're a problem and you're already such a good girl it'd be a shame<</if>>"</span>, states Agent Davis.
As you're about to reply the doors slide open onto a large open room with vaulted ceilings. The floors are all the same plush carpet as the lift though the colour varies in a pattern of blocks that changes as it continues down the room. Lots of plants and flowers line the walls in pot plants and large hanging planters are suspended high in the air. The walls have the same design as the lift, however, instead of a burgundy coloured wall paper the paper is instead coloured an airy cream. The center of the room is filled with sofas and a number of other recreational devices ranging from gaming rigs to old-fashioned snooker tables. <span class="male">"This is where you'll be staying until you get auctioned or pay to get moved to a better dorm"</span>, adds the agent as you stand in surprise at the room, you were honestly expecting something less ... nice.
Agent Davis leads you over to a door mid way along the left wall, with an LCD screen that states, <span class="neutral">"$firstName $secondName"</span>, above the door.
<span class="male">"This is where we part ways for now, everything you need is inside. Showers and toilets are at the far end of the room to the lift. If you need to know anything your tablet will tell you, it's on your desk and will help you arrange your days. <<if $davisRelationship >=5>>It's been really great meeting you, hopefully you won't mind if I come visit sometime. Maybe we can have lunch together?<<elseif $davisRelationship <=0>> Don't go causing any trouble or me and the boy's will be back to have some fun with you. Maybe we'll have a competition on who can fist you deepest, bet you'd love that you little fuck-slut<<else>>See you around if you ever want a fuck call me on your tablet and I'll let you know if I'm around<</if>>"</span>, finishes Agent Davis as he takes his leave, finally leaving you alone, ready to [[start your new life |Introduction To Cell 2]].You nod at the man in the labcoat, the best you can manage in your woozy state. He smiles and walks over to the cabinet again to start rummaging for another hypodermic needle of the treatment you've just received. You move to get back on the bondage chair but the agent stops you.
<span class="male">"No need. We only strap you down in case you cause trouble, but you're a sweet one. I'm not worried about you causing any trouble, especially now that you’re smaller"</span>, whispers the agent into your ear. The hot breath on your neck feels lovely, so much so that you nuzzle towards him as he holds you to keep you from falling.
<span class="male">"Here we go, round two. Glad you chose to get the booster. The more you work with us the better off you'll be in the end. Being pretty and compliant will make you sell much better, and trust me, you want that"</span>, speaks the man in the labcoat soothingly as he much more delicately injects you with the hypodermic, stroking your arm to make you feel better.
Almost immediately the warm tingling returns. This time it feels more spread out, immediately focusing in a number of locations where it seems to feel hotter. Your scalp feels the familiar tingle and once again your $hairColour hair extends further, obscuring your vision. Additionally, your face feels odd, but you can't place what is happening to it. Next, you notice how smooth and sensitive you feel, everything feeling so good. Previously, you were strapped down to the chair but this time you have two men touching you, holding you, making you feel amazing as your senses go into overload. Finally, looking down through the haze, you feel your breasts further expand, perky nipples even more prominent, rubbing against your t-shirt. Looking down, you'd estimate those wonderful mounds of pleasure were now <<checkBreast>> in size. Suddenly, a feeling unlike what you've felt so far strikes, a sort of stretching feeling from behind. Maybe the booster has done something to your ass, but from the position you currently are in you cannot tell. As all your senses peak in wonderful bliss, you feel another of the unusual orgasms. Maybe this is just how you'll feel everytime now, maybe you should have ended up here sooner you think as you rub yourself against the two men moaning and purring in contentment.
<span class="male">"That's it, everything's done"</span>, states the labcoated man jovially. <span class="male">"Though I do hope to see her again, and from that performance I think the feeling is mutual"</span>.
As you get your bearings back slightly you look past your boobs and spot a wet patch has formed around the crotch of your pants. You really have been having a lot of fun from this new change in lifestyle. Hopefully you can keep living like this, you idly wonder before you [[come back around to the situation|The Showers 1]].<span class = "story-captionBackground"><u><b>General Information</b></u>
<<if $submission >= 0>>Submission = $submission<<else>>Domination = <<set $domination = 0-$submission>>$domination<</if>>
<<if $femininity >= 0>>Femininity = $femininity<<else>>Masculinity = <<set $masculinity = 0-$femininity>>$masculinity<</if>>
G.G.P = $ggp
Time = <<checkTime>><<if $time < 0 || $time > 7>><<set $time = 7>><</if>>
Day = $day
Actions Used = $actionAmountCurrent/$actionLimit</span><font size="5"><b><u>Examine Self</u></b></font>
A collection of information covering your current appearance and clothing. This page also keeps track of a more detailed breakdown of this information.
<hr><b><u>Description:</u></b>
Your name is $firstName $secondName and you are currently a <<if $vagina==true>>female<<else>>male<</if>> who is the height of $height inches tall, which is <<if $height <60>>very short, some would say waifishly tiny even<<elseif $height <=64 && $height >=60>>short, though well within average norms<<elseif $height <=78 && $height >=70>> tall, though well within average norms<<elseif $height >78>>extremely tall, some would say amazonian even<<else>>relatively average, at least in human terms<</if>>. <<if $skinType == 3 || $skinType == 4 || $skinType == 5>>Your skin tone is completely indeterminable, no longer visible due to your modifications<<elseif $skinType == 1 || $skinType == 2>>The parts of your skin that are visible have a $skinTone skin tone<<else>>You have a $skinTone skin tone<</if>>. Your skin is <<if $skinType==0>>completely normal<<elseif $skinType==1>>covered in a thin layer of $altColour fur<<elseif $skinType==2>>covered in a thick layer of $altColour fur<<elseif $skinType==3>>mostly replaced with a thin layer of smooth and shiny $altColour metal<<elseif $skinType==4>>mostly replaced with a thin layer of smooth and shiny $altColour plastic<<elseif $skinType==5>>covered in a layer of $altColour reptilian scales<</if>>. If you had to describe what you are, you'd say you were <<if $ears==0 && $tail==0 && $skinType==0 && $hornType==0>>a fully human<<elseif $ears==1 && $tail==1>>a cute cat<<elseif $ears==2 && $tail==2>>an energetic dog<<elseif $ears==3 && $tail==3>>an adorable bunny<<elseif $ears==4 && ($skinType==3 || $skinType==4)>>a fancy looking cyborg<<elseif $ears==5 && $tail==4 && $hornType==1>>a cute yet placid cow<<elseif $ears==5 && $tail==4 && $hornType==2>>a fierce minotaur<<elseif $ears==6 && $tail==5>>a playful fox<<elseif $ears==7 && $tail==6>>an energetic wolf<<elseif $ears==8 && $tail==7>>an elegant dragon<<elseif $hornType==5 && $tail==8>><<if $femininity >=0>>a sexy succubus<<else>>a sexy demon<</if>><<else>>unsure what you were, a mixed species<</if>> <<if $pronoun == 1>>girl<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>boy<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>gender fluid individual<<elseif $vagina && $penis>>hermaphrodite<<elseif $vagina>>girl<<elseif $penis>>boy<</if>>.
Your hair is <<checkHair>> in length and the colour of your hair is $hairColour, it is styled in a $hairStyle.
Your face has a <<checkFem>> appearance. You have <<checkEyeLong>>, topped by a pair of <<if $femininity >=10>>well maintained, thin $hairColour eyebrows, curved like rainbows above your eyes<<else>>thick and full $hairColour eyebrows<</if>>. Working further down your face, your lips are <<checkLips>> in nature. <<if $ears == 1 || $ears == 2 || $ears == 3 || $ears == 5 || $ears == 6 || $ears == 7>>On the top of your head you have a pair of obvious <<if $altColour == "none">>$hairColour<<else>>$altColour<</if>> coloured <<if $ears == 1>>cat<<elseif $ears == 2>>dog<<elseif $ears == 3>>bunny<<elseif $ears == 5>>cow<<elseif $ears == 6>>fox<<elseif $ears == 7>>wolf<</if>> ears.<<elseif $ears==4 || $ears==8>>Coming out of the sides of your head, where someone would normally expect ears, are a <<if $ears==4>>pair of futuristic robotic antenna<<elseif $ears==8>>pair of scaled dragon ears<</if>>.<<elseif $ears==0>>You have a pair of normal ears, placed where you would usually expect.<</if>> <<if $hornType != 0>>Sticking out from the front of your $hairColour hair, you have a <<if $hornType == 1>>pair of cute nub-like cow horns<<elseif $hornType == 2>>pair of long, point bull horns<<elseif $hornType == 3>>singular, long dragon horn<<elseif $hornType == 4>>pair of long dragon horns<<elseif $hornType == 5>>pair of seductive pointed demon horns<</if>>.<</if>>
On your chest, you have <<if $breastSize==0>>a pair of normal pectorals with <<checkNipple>> nipples<<else>>a pair of <<checkBreast>> breasts with <<checkNipple>> nipples<</if>>. <<if $lactating>>Occasional drops of <<checkLactationDescription>> <<checkLactationType>> randomly fall from your nipples, your incredible production causing spontaneous bouts of lactation. <</if>>Your belly, however, is flat and unremarkable<<if $udder>>, a large bulging cow-like udder emerging from the center of it. Sticking out of your jiggling fleshy udder are four elongated teats<<if $lactating>>, a trickle of <<checkLactationDescription>> <<checkLactationType>> constantly flowing out of each of them<</if>><</if>><<if $marsupialPouch>>. On the upper half of your stomach you have an odd flap opening into a small natural pouch, similar to that of a marsupial<</if>>.<<if $wingType != 0>> Upon your back you have a pair of <<if $wingType==1>>elegant dragon wings<<elseif $wingType==2>>seductive demonic wings<</if>>, whilst you can move them a little, you're not sure if they're capable of actual flight.<</if>>
Between your legs you have <<if $penis && $vagina>>a puffy pink pussy, and above it, a <<checkPenis>> cock and balls<<elseif $vagina>>a puffy pink pussy<<else>>a <<checkPenis>> cock and balls<</if>>. In the rear, you have a <<checkAss>> pair of buttocks<<if $tail==1>>, a cute <<if $altColour == "none">>$hairColour<<else>>$altColour<</if>> cat tail emerging from the end of your spine and hanging lazily down between them<<elseif $tail == 2>>, a fluffy <<if $altColour == "none">>$hairColour<<else>>$altColour<</if>> dog tail emerging from the end of your spine and wagging happily behind you<<elseif $tail == 3>>, a cute small <<if $altColour == "none">>$hairColour<<else>>$altColour<</if>> bunny tail emerging from the end of your spine, occasionally wiggling slightly, emphasising your ass<<elseif $tail == 4>>, a <<if $altColour == "none">>$hairColour<<else>>$altColour<</if>> puffball ended cow tail emerging from the end of your spine, occasionally swaying restlessly, emphasising your ass<<elseif $tail == 5>>, a large and fluffy puffed up <<if $altColour == "none">>$hairColour<<else>>$altColour<</if>> fox tail, emerging from the end of your spine, curling slightly upon itself<<elseif $tail == 6>>, a fluffy <<if $altColour == "none">>$hairColour<<else>>$altColour<</if>> wolf tail emerging from the end of your spine and wagging happily behind you<<elseif $tail == 7>>, a long scaled dragon tail emerging from the end of your spine, lazily swaying behind your<<elseif $tail == 8>>, a long thin spade-tip ended demon tail emerging from the end of your spine, somehow standing up straight behind your<</if>>. Below your ass you have a pair of <<checkThigh>> thighs.
<hr><b><u>Clothing:</u></b>
You are currently wearing <<if $currentClothing=="nothing" || $currentClothing=="Naked">>nothing at all, you're naked.<<else>>a $currentClothing.<</if>> In terms of underwear you are currently wearing <<if $currentUnderwear=="Nothing" || $currentUnderwear=="Naked">>no underwear at all.<<else>> $currentUnderwear.<</if>> <<if $currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">><<if $diaperWettingPlay>>The current wetness of your diaper is <<checkDiaperWet>>.<</if>><<if $diaperMessingPlay>> The current messiness of your diaper is <<checkDiaperMess>>.<</if>><<if $diaperLocked>> The diaper has been locked onto you, stopping you from removing it outside of sanctioned situations.<</if>><</if>>
<hr><b><u>Detailed Appearance Breakdown:</u></b>
<b>Body Details:</b>
Appearance: <<checkFem>>
Skin Tone: <<if $skinType == 3 || $skinType == 4 || $skinType == 5>>(hidden by transformations) <</if>>$skinTone
Skin Type: <<if $skinType==0>>normal<<elseif $skinType==1>>thin $altColour fur<<elseif $skinType==2>>thick $altColour fur<<elseif $skinType==3>>$altColour metal<<elseif $skinType==4>>$altColour plastic<<elseif $skinType==5>>$altColour reptilion scales<</if>>
Vagina: <<if $vagina>>yes<<else>>no<</if>>
Penis: <<if $penis>>yes<<else>>no<</if>><<if $penis>><br>Penis Size: <<checkPenis>><</if>>
Height: $height inches
Breast Size: <<checkBreast>>
Nipple Size: <<checkNipple>>
Ass Size: <<checkAss>>
Thigh Size: <<checkThigh>>
Tail: <<if $tail==1>>cat<<elseif $tail == 2>>dog<<elseif $tail == 3>>bunny<<elseif $tail == 4>>cow<<elseif $tail == 5>>fox<<elseif $tail == 6>>wolf<<elseif $tail == 7>>dragon<<elseif $tail == 8>>demon<<else>>none<</if>>
Wings: <<if $wingType == 1>>dragon<<elseif $wingType == 2>>demon<<else>>none<</if>>
Udder: <<if $udder>>yes<<else>>no<</if>>
Marsupial Pouch: <<if $marsupialPouch>>yes<<else>>no<</if>>
<b>Facial Details:</b>
Hair Length: <<checkHair>>
Hair Colour: $hairColour
Hair Style: $hairStyle
Eye Colour: <<checkEyeShort>>
Lip Size: <<checkLips>>
Ears: <<if $ears == 1>>cat<<elseif $ears == 2>>dog<<elseif $ears == 3>>bunny<<elseif $ears == 4>>robotic antenna<<elseif $ears == 5>>cow<<elseif $ears == 6>>fox<<elseif $ears == 7>>wolf<<elseif $ears == 8>>dragon<<else>>normal<</if>>
Horns: <<if $hornType == 1>>cow<<elseif $hornType == 2>>bull<<elseif $hornType == 3>>singular dragon<<elseif $hornType == 4>>double dragon<<elseif $hornType == 5>>demon<<else>>none<</if>><<if $lactationPlay>><br><br><b>Lactation Details:</b><br>Lactating: <<if $lactating>>yes<<else>>no<</if>><br>Lactation Level: $lactationLevel ml<br>Lactation Maximum Cap: $lactationCap ml<br>Lactation Gain Average: $lactationModifier ml<br>Amount Of Lactation Speed Boosters Used: $lactationBoosterSpeed<br>Amount Of Lactation Quantity Boosters Used: $lactationBoosterQuantity<br>Amount Of Lactation Storage Boosters Used: $lactationBoosterStorage<br>Lactation Type: <<checkLactationType>><</if>>
<b>Clothing Details:</b>
Clothing Worn: $currentClothing
Underwear Worn: $currentUnderwear<<if $diaperWettingPlay>><br>Diaper Wetness Level: $diaperWetCounter<</if>><<if $diaperMessingPlay>><br>Diaper Mess Level: $diaperMessCounter<</if>><<if $diaperMessingPlay || $diaperWettingPlay>><br>Diaper Locked: $diaperLocked<</if>>
<<back [[Return to game|$return]]>>Stepping into the showers which you turn on with the hand sensor, you find yourself looking in the mirrored wall. Finally you are able to get a good view of your nude feminine body.
In the reflection of the mirror what strikes you first is just how your frame has changed. Now only $height inches tall you look so petite in comparison to how you remember yourself only a few hours ago. Looking at your <<checkFem>> face you see features that you can recognise, but as if they were the features of a decidedly more feminine relative, a cousin perhaps. Your $hairColour hair is also different, longer than you're used to, all around, requiring you to tuck your <<checkHair>> hair behind your ears to be able to see properly.<<if $lipSize >= 1>> Your lips too are larger. Now a set of cute, <<checkLips>> lips rest on your face.<</if>> At least your eyes are still $eyes.colour<<if $lipSize ==0>> and your lips are still <<checkLips>> in size<</if>>, that's something at least.
You follow the reflection down your body, <<if $submission <= 2>>fearing<<else>>anticipating<</if>> what you'll see next. In your reflection you can see a pair of perky <<checkBreast>> breasts, complete with plump little nipples that stand out erect. Steeling yourself you continue your journey downwards to confirm what you already know. <<if $penis && $penisSize == 2>>Sighing with relief, you find your <<checkPenis>>penis and balls, just as you expected. Hard and erect, your balls churning with need<<elseif $penis && $penisSize == 0>>penis and balls, now much different, reduced to being <<checkPenis>> in size. You take a deep breath, and wonder if you'd have been better off with a vagina instead<<else>>Indeed, between your legs lies a cute little vagina, plump and brimming with need<</if>>. <<if $assSize >0>>Turning slightly, you get a good view of your <<checkAss>> behind, jiggling minorly as you move.<</if>>
Having given yourself a look over, you start to feel your lust catch up to you now. Without anything to distract yourself with your body is heating up and you feel an overwhelming feeling of horniness. Maybe sating your desires wouldn't be a bad idea, though you're not sure how much time you have.
Do you:
[[Masturbate?|Masturbate In Showers][$timesMasturbated += 1]]
[[Resist masturbating?|Resist Masturbating In Showers]]<<addDay>>You decide to get some sleep after your long day. However you quickly realise you don't have any sleeping clothes. Without sleeping wear you decide you have little choice but to sleep nude, you don't want to ruin your new clothes by sleeping in them. You quickly strip and get into the bed, pulling the sheets up over your naked body.
[img[TRCimgs/Bedroom/PinkBed.png]]
Tired from all the rapid changes you've undergone, sleep quickly overtakes you. Happily you fall into lust-filled dreams. Dreams of men and women using you for their pleasure, the enjoyment you bring them obvious in the gleeful looks they give you.
You're almost disappointed when you feel yourself awakening.
As you wake you start to wonder, what's up with the weird dreams<<if $submission >=5>> because I want more of those blissful dreams<<elseif $submission <=0>> because I'm sure those dreams aren't normal, they're trying to brainwash me<<else>> because I don't normally have dreams like that, they were nice though<</if>>.
Throwing those thoughts to one side [[you pull yourself out of bed|Room Hub Introduction]].As you pull yourself out of bed, the tablet on your desk flickers, the previously blank screen now filled with a slightly faded yellow smiley face on a black background. A stilted voice comes out, obvious in its inhuman nature.
<span class="neutral">"Good morning $firstName. Time to start your first day of becoming a functional member of society. I am Alice your A.I companion during your time here. I will help you schedule yourself to different training and activities that will help you in being a better person. I also monitor your Good Girl Points and am responsible for handling your contacts list whilst you are on the program. If at any point you wish to complete your program and be sent to final processing then I will oblige though it is better to be over qualified than under qualified when it comes to being a good person"</span>.
<<addTime>><span class="player">"Final processing?"</span>, you respond.
<span class="neutral">"Yes. Here at The Repurposing Center you will be modified until you are deemed productive by your own standards. In such circumstances or circumstances in which you are deemed to be a detriment to the learning of other program members you will be sent to final processing. During final processing, you will be analysed and then the rights over your care and management will be auctioned at a government sanctioned event. You will then be placed in the care of the top bidder helping to fund the continuation of the facility. Though there is an option to choose your ..."</span>, answers the Alice, her voice monotone. The situation finally strikes you, you've been turned into a girl and your future as a slave is confirmed.
<span class="player">"So, I'm a slave then? I never agreed to any of this or signed anything"</span>, you interrupt, wanting to clarify the position with the first person to hold a full conversation with you on what's going on.
<span class="neutral">"Not a slave $firstName. You have however been deemed incapable of maintaining your own health and wellbeing. As such you have been entered into the program to alter your body and mannerisms in such a way that another citizen will be willing to offer you the maintenance of health and wellbeing that you require. Records show you agreed to this four years and twenty-three days ago when you signed the citizens charter of rights. Such rights include but are not limited to: voting, owning a business, and the right to residence. One of the rights you gave the government was the right to have your citizenship reclassified at any time. So you can see that everything is agreed upon and you are not a slave. Your current classification is "Repurposed-In-Training" but you do not need to worry. The Repurposing Center will ensure your skilful and speedy reclassification into a "Repurposed" citizen"</span>, The robot chimes, you could swear you almost heard a note of pride in its robotic voice.
Seeing no benefit from further argumentation you ask, <span class="player">"So how do I manage my day?"</span>.
<span class="neutral">"Good initiative $firstName. Days are divided into seven productive segments; early morning, morning, noon, early afternoon, afternoon, evening and late evening. You are expected to be in some way productive during the morning, early afternoon and evening time slots. However, it should be noted productive activity can include social interaction if it is deemed as a positive influence on your training. Though remember earn Good Girl Points to not fail the program. Your current upkeep is 50 points a day"</span>, reply's Alice.
Well that answers that then, you sit on your bed and try to [[decide what to do with your day|Room Hub][$upkeep = 50; $roomLevel = 1]].<<if $inventory.indexOf("Giant teddy bear") != -1 || $inventory.indexOf("Neon unicorn painting") != -1 || $inventory.indexOf("Robotic changing table") != -1 || $inventory.indexOf("Ultimate mattress") != -1 || $inventory.indexOf("Snuggly Warn Teddy Bear") != -1 || $inventory.indexOf("Wicker picnic basket") != -1 || $inventory.indexOf("Bouquet of roses") != -1 || ($inventory.indexOf("Model jet kit") != -1 && $midShelf.indexOf("Model jet kit") == -1)>><b><font color="red">Warning: The inventory system you’re currently using is out of date. Please go to your room tablet, then to the options menu to fix it. Sorry!</font></b><br><br><</if>>The <<if $roomLevel ==1>>normal sized<<elseif $roomLevel ==2>>large sized<<else>>huge sized<</if>> room is carpeted in a thick cream carpet, whilst the walls are a <<if $roomColour ==0>>pastel pink<<else>>pale blue<</if>> colour in the bottom section, and cream white in the top section, broken apart by a cream painted border rail. <<if $roomLevel >=1>>The ceiling is vauleted giving the room a much airier feeling.<</if>>
The main feature is a large <<if $bedType ==0>>pink<<else>>blue<</if>> painted four poster canopy bed with pale <<if $bedType ==0>>pink<<else>>blue<</if>> bedding and thin frilly canopy of the same colour sits before you, a collection of brightly coloured comfy looking pillows<<if $furniture.indexOf("Snuggly Warm Teddy Bear") != -1>>, and your oddly warm teddy bear,<</if>> lie at the head of it.<<if $furniture.indexOf("Pile of plushies") != -1>> Across the far side of your covers and on much of the floor around your bed is a massive collection of fluffy and cute soft toys. Just looking at them makes you feel significantly relaxed, and you imagine <a data-passage="Room Pile Of Plushies">having a nap with them</a> would make you feel great.<</if>><<if $furniture.indexOf("Snuggly Warm Teddy Bear") != -1>> Your bed also has an amazing mattress, in fact it’s so good it’s almost indescribable.<</if>>
Other furniture includes a <<if $roomColour ==0>>pastel pink<<else>>pale blue<</if>> desk with a large touch screen sticking out the top of it and a large pastel <<if $wardrobeType ==0>>pink<<else>>blue<</if>> wardrobe of a decidedly <<if $bedType ==0>>feminine<<else>>masculine<</if>> design.
You also have a <<if $topShelf.length <= 0 && $midShelf.length <= 0 && $botShelf.length <= 0>>empty tall <<if $roomColour ==0>>pale pink<<else>>pastel blue<</if>> set of bookshelves<<else>>tall <<if $roomColour ==0>>pale pink<<else>>pastel blue<</if>> set of bookshelves. The top shelf of which contains; <<if $topShelf.length <= 0>>nothing<</if>>. The middle shelf of which contains;<<if $midShelf.length <= 0>>nothing<<else>><<if $midShelf.indexOf("Model jet kit") != -1>> an unopened model jet kit,<</if>><<if $midShelf.indexOf("Restaurant Alfonsi ‘meatballs’ photo") != -1>> the infamous ‘meatballs’ photo from Restaurant Alfonsi,<</if>> and a few assorted knick-knacks<</if>>. The bottom shelf of which contains; <<if $botShelf.length <= 0>>nothing<</if>><</if>>. <<if $furniture.indexOf("Wicker picnic hamper") != -1>> The wicker picnic hamper you received on your first date with Villin rests sitting on top of it.<</if>>
Other than that, you have a few scattered minor possessions. <<if $furniture.indexOf("Giant teddy bear") != -1>>In the rooms corner sits a <a data-passage="Room Giant Teddy Bear">7 foot tall teddy bear</a>, his giant fluffy frame one of the first things you see as you enter. <</if>><<if $furniture.indexOf("Neon unicorn painting") != -1>>The wall beside your bed features a <a data-passage="Room Neon Unicorn Painting">hypnotizingly beautiful painting</a>, its image that of a neon unicorn. <</if>><<if $furniture.indexOf("Robotic changing table") != -1>>Against one wall, your robotic changing table rests, <a data-passage="Room Robotic Changing Table">ready to change your used diapers</a>. <</if>><<if $aliceBody>><br><br>Standing on a small pink charge pad, that to anyone looking appears to be more like some sort of stand, you see the extremely pink robotic form of Alice the AI. Clad in a fetishy schoolgirl outfit, with an anime-esque face, her pink synthetic hair tied off into pigtails with a pair of computer cables, she stands there as if she was just some sort of kinky statue. Of course, you know that she’s actually very much not inanimate.<</if>>
The tablet on your desk shows a black background with a faint yellow smiley face faded into the background. <<if $furniture.indexOf("Bouquet of roses") != -1>>A vase of roses, given to you by Agent Davis, sits upon your desk making the room smell of fresh flowers. <</if>>
[[Use tablet to plan your day|Use Tablet]]
[[Open wardrobe|Wardrobe & Makeup]]
<<if $actionAmountCurrent >= $actionLimit>>You're too tired to masturbate at the moment, maybe if some time passed you'd be ready to try again?<<else>>[[Masturbate|Masturbate]]<</if>>
<<if $time <7>>Too early to sleep<<else>><a data-passage="Pre Sleep">Sleep</a><</if>>
<<if $mobileView>><a data-passage="Dorm Hub">Leave your bedroom</a><<else>><div align="center"><a data-passage="Dorm Hub"><img src="TRCimgs/UI/ButtonLeaveDark.jpg" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/ButtonLeaveLight.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/ButtonLeaveDark.jpg'"/></a></div><</if>><span class="bimbo">"Yay! Clothes, so you chose the $currentClothing! Yay! We get to try on clothes"</span>, cheers Tilly leaping up and down whilst flinging her hands in the air. Before you can even think of a response Tilly is bent over checking the lowest shelves for your new clothes. One effect of this is that Tilly's plump bubble butt sticks high in the air leaving nothing to the imagination under the thin pink latex dress. Even worse, around the spot in the back, that would align with Tilly's pussy and butt hole, the dress parts in an obvious hole, padded around the edge. Why would anyone need a dress that gives anyone free access to their pleasure spots you wonder as you stare openly at Tilly's hypnotising ass.
<span class="bimbo">"Got it"</span>, Tilly giggles pulling out the $currentClothing. Seeing something to finally dress yourself with you quickly grab and put on the $currentClothing <<addToWardrobe $currentClothing>>.
<span class="bimbo"><<if $currentClothing=="Long Blue Dress" >>"It's pretty and girly but is it a little too long, how're you going to play in that?"<<elseif $currentClothing=="Red Strappy Top and Black Mini Skirt">>"That's really pretty, we should totally go dancing later after you settle in. If only it was pink aswell"<<elseif $currentClothing=="Green Floral Summer Dress">>"OOOoh, that's super cute and girly, plus I bet you could easily hike it up to play, I love your choice. If only it was pink!<<else>>"Okay, like its pink which is cute and on the bright side those yoga pants are tight and really show off your <<if $penis>>cock<<else>>pussy<</if>>. But you're going to get really tired pulling them up and down all the time, maybe later we can cut a fuck hole in them"<</if>></span>, Tilly contributes.
<span class="bimbo">"Also I like almost forgot. Now I get to tell you all about Good Girl Points. They're like a currency inside The Repurposing Center for all us girls who live here. Whenever we do nice fun stuff they give us some, and if we do stuff they don't like they can take them away. Plus they'll take some of them away everyday, like rent, and like if you have a bigger room or stuff like that they'll take more. But they're also really good because you can spend them on fun things, and pretty things, and things that'll make you pretty and all sorts of awesome stuff. Just make sure to have enough to pay your rent or they'll take you straight to the auctions, plus they'll probably tell everyone you're no fun and were lazy"</span>, lectures Tilly as she slowly works her way through what you feel might be a rehearsed speech.
<span class="bimbo">"But also what's so much better than that is we get to work out how much of a good girl you've been so far"</span>, giggles Tilly.
<hr>
<b>G.G.P. Earnings Report - Induction</b>
<<if ($breastSize >= 3 && $booster == false) || ($breastSize >=5 && $booster == true)>><br>Received full treatment r: G.G.P + 300<<set $ggp+=300>><br><<else>><br>Received lesser treatment: G.G.P + 100<<set $ggp+=100>><br><</if>><<if $booster>><br>Recieved booster treatment: G.G.P + 200<<set $ggp+=200>><br><<else>><br>Didn't recieve booster treatment: G.G.P + 0<br><</if>><<if $timesMasturbated >=1>><br>Provided masturbatory show to monitors: G.G.P + 100<<set $ggp+=100>><br><<else>><br>Failed to provide masturbatory show to monitors: G.G.P + 0<br><</if>><<if $resisted == false>><br>Didn't resist administering of treatment: G.G.P + 50<<set $ggp+=50>><br><<else>><br>Resisted administering of treatment: G.G.P - 50<<set $ggp-=50>><br><</if>><<if $timesVaginallyFucked >=1>><br>Provided agent sexual relief: G.G.P + 200<<set $ggp+=200>><br><</if>><<if $volunteered>><br>Volunteered for the program: G.G.P + 1000<<set $ggp+=1000>><br><</if>>
Overall G.G.P = $ggp
<hr>
<span class="bimbo">"So that's how good you've been doing, <<if $ggp >=500>>good job, we're almost like sisters in slutting. We could get naked and rub our boobs together later, up to you. That'd be super fun<<elseif $ggp <= 300>>like this totally isn't good, how are we gonna be slutty sisters together when you don't have any fun and act mean to everyone. Maybe me and some of the other girls will have to figure something out for you<<else>> I mean it's not bad and at least you've not been causing too much trouble. Still I bet together partying with me and the girls you'd be doing so much better. Maybe we'd find some guys and have a race over who could suck all the cock first<</if>>"</span>, Tilly summarises as she concentrates hard on understanding the small chart you just read.
You turn to leave, thinking you're done at this stop in processing but you feel Tilly's hand reach over to touch your shoulder, <span class="bimbo">"I was wondering whether you'd like to make a few more G.G.P <<if $ggp <=300>>you probably need it<</if>>. All you'd have to do is lick my hot little pussy. The admins find it really hot when the girls play and always give out lots of G.G.P. So what you think?"</span>, she says seductively giving you a wink as you think it over.
Do you:
[[Continue on?|Introduction To Cell 1]]<<if $sexualPreference !=2>><br><br>[[Play with Tilly?|Lick Tilly Introduction][$ggp +=200; $tillyRelationship +=2; $timesPussyLicked +=1]]<<else>><</if>><<set $submission = 0 >>
<<set $femininity = 0>>
<<set $ggp = 0>>
<<set $time = 0>>
<<set $day = 0>>
<<set $intendedLocation = 'Start Page'>>
<<set $upkeep = 0>>
<<set $actionLimit = 1>>
<<set $actionAmountCurrent = 0>>
<<set $numberOfComplaints = 0>>
/* sexual preference 0 = bi, 1 = female, 2 = male, 3 = no-choice */
<<set $sexualPreference = 0>>
/* 0-11, 12 means not yet checked */
<<set $seasonalEvents = false>>
<<set $mobileView = false>>
<<set $increasingUpkeep = false>>
/* pronoun 0 = none, 1 = feminine, 2 = masculine, 3 = gender neutral */
<<set $pronoun = 0>>
<<set $roomLevel = 0>>
/* type 0 = pink, type 1 = blue */
<<set $bedType = 0>>
<<set $wardrobeType = 0>>
<<set $roomColour = 0>>
<<initWardrobe>>
<<set $currentClothing = "T-Shirt and Pants">>
<<initUnderwear>>
<<set $currentUnderwear = "Grey Boxershorts">>
<<initInventory>>
<<initShelf>>
<<initFurniture>>
<<set $firstName = "Name">>
<<set $secondName = "Unknown">>
<<set $penis = true>>
<<set $vagina = false>>
/* hairLength is 0 to 7, bald to touching the floor */
<<set $hairLength = 1>>
<<set $hairColour = "visible">>
<<set $hairStyle = "straight but slightly unkempt style">>
/* Eye stuff (By Prince Draco) */
/* eyes.type 0 = normal, eyes.type 1 = feline, eyes.type 2 = anguine, eyes.type 3 = hircine, eyes.type 4 = solid color, eyes.type 5 = compound */
<<set $eyes = {colour: "vaguely-coloured", type: 0, sparkle: false, glow: false, eyeshine: false}>>
/* Depricated Eye Stuff, left in for compatibility */
<<set $eyeColour = "vaguely">>
/* End Eye Stuff.*/
/* lip size is 0 to 3, normal to O-shaped - 4 is face vagina */
<<set $lipSize = 0>>
/* ears 0 = normal, ears 1 = cat, ears 2 = dog, ears 3 = bunny, ears 4 = robot, ears 5 = cow, ears 6 = fox, ears 7 = wolf, ears 8 = dragon */
<<set $ears = 0>>
/* tail 0 = normal, tail 1 = cat, tail 2 = dog, tail 3 = bunny, tail 4 = cow, tail 5 = fox, tail 6 = wolf, tail 7 = dragon. tail 8 = demon */
<<set $tail = 0>>
/* horn 0 = none, horn 1 = cow, horn 2 = minotaur, horn 3 = single dragon, horn 4 = double dragon, horn 5 = demon */
<<set $hornType = 0>>
/* wing 0 = none, wing 1 = dragon, wing 2 = demon*/
<<set $wingType = 0>>
/* unused, may use in weight-gain and pregnancy */
<<set $stomachType = 0>>
<<set $udder = false>>
<<set $marsupialPouch = false>>
<<set $height = 70>>
<<set $skinTone = "unknown">>
/* skinType 0 = normal, skinType 1 = short fur, skinType 2 = long fur, skinType 3 = metal, skinType 4 = plastic, skinType 5 = reptilian scales */
<<set $skinType = 0>>
/* altColour determines fur or alternate skin type colour */
<<set $altColour = "none">>
/* breastSize is 0 to 17, no breasts to L-Cup */
<<set $breastSize = 0>>
/* nippleSize is 0 to 3, normal to udder-like */
<<set $nippleSize = 0>>
/* ass size is 0 to 5, flat to immense */
<<set $assSize = 0>>
/* thigh size is 0 to 3, normal to huge */
<<set $thighSize = 0>>
/* penis size is 0 to 4, tiny to huge (2 is normal) */
<<set $penisSize = 0>>
<<set $oralSexSkill = 0>>
<<set $exhibitionismSkill = 0>>
<<set $diaperSkill = 0>>
<<set $bimboSkill = 0>>
<<set $analSexSkill = 0>>
<<set $vaginalSexSkill = 0>>
<<set $penisSexSkill = 0>>
<<set $lactationSkill = 0>>
<<set $pickPocketingTrait = false>>
<<set $hypnoBearTrait = false>>
<<set $timesMasturbated = 0>>
<<set $timesVaginallyFucked = 0>>
<<set $timesAnallyFucked = 0>>
<<set $timesHandJob = 0>>
<<set $timesGroupSex = 0>>
<<set $timesSuckedDick = 0>>
<<set $timesYourDickSucked = 0>>
<<set $timesPussyLicked = 0>>
<<set $timesYourPussyLicked = 0>>
<<set $timesLesbianSex = 0>>
<<set $timesFuckedPussy = 0>>
<<set $timesFuckedAss = 0>>
<<set $waterSportsPlay = false>>
<<set $abdlPlay = false>>
<<set $diaperWettingPlay = false>>
<<set $diaperMessingPlay = false>>
<<set $bimboPlay = false>>
<<set $nonConPlay = false>>
<<set $lactationPlay = false>>
<<set $involTFPlay = false>>
<<set $hermPlay = false>>
<<set $cumPlay = false>>
<<set $petPlay = false>>
<<set $jessRelationship = 0>>
<<set $davisRelationship = 0>>
/*attitude 0 = normal, attitude 1 = romantic, attitude 2 = degrading */
<<set $davisAttitude = 0>>
<<set $davisDating = false>>
<<set $davisLove = false>>
<<set $radcliffRelationship = 0>>
<<set $radcliffDating = false>>
<<set $radcliffLove = false>>
<<set $tillyRelationship = 0>>
<<set $tillyDating = false>>
<<set $tillyLove = false>>
<<set $ashleyRelationship = 0>>
<<set $sarahRelationship = 0>>
<<set $aliceRelationship = 0>>
<<set $aliceQuestStarted = false>>
<<set $aliceQuestComplete = false>>
<<set $aliceBody = false>>
<<set $metMalus = false>>
<<set $malusGameRound = 0>>
<<set $malusGameToday = false>>
<<set $malusGamePlayerDrink = 0>>
<<set $malusGamePlayerFood = 0>>
<<set $malusGameMalusDrink = 0>>
<<set $malusGameMalusFood = 0>>
<<set $malusGameMalusMess = 0>>
<<set $malusGameMalusWet = 0>>
<<set $malusGameMalusAnger = 0>>
<<set $malusGameJob = false>>
<<set $agnesRelationship = 0>>
<<set $papaRelationship = 0>>
<<set $hannahPlayerDiapered = false>>
/* mood 0 = unhappy, mood 1 = neutral, mood 2 = happy */
<<set $hannahMood = 1>>
<<set $hannahNursery = false>>
<<set $hannahDiaperChecks = 0>>
<<set $hannahDecision = 0>>
<<set $hannahComplaint = false>>
<<set $hannahPlayerNursery = false>>
<<set $villinRelationship = 0>>
<<set $villinDating = false>>
<<set $villinLove = false>>
<<set $villinPregnant = false>>
<<set $villinChildren = 0>>
<<set $villinCollared = false>>
<<set $villinABDL = false>>
<<set $metMari = false>>
<<set $mariTraining = 3>>
<<set $mariFriendship = 0>>
<<set $mariABDL = false>>
<<set $mariQuestStarted = false>>
<<set $mariQuestComplete = false>>
<<set $mariRemoved = false>>
/* Ending 1 = Paid Tony, Ending 2 = Stole Tony, Ending 3 = Paid Lianne, Ending 4 = Compromise Lianne, Ending 5 = Betray */
<<set $mariEnding = 0>>
<<set $metVincent = false>>
<<set $metBeck = false>>
<<set $metCathlayn = false>>
<<set $exhibJob = false>>
<<set $exhibJobCountDown = 0>>
/* pref 1 = all, 2 = male, 3 = female */
<<set $exhibJobPref = 1>>
<<set $diaperMessCounter = 0>>
<<set $diaperWetCounter = 0>>
<<set $diaperMessCountDown = 0>>
<<set $diaperWetCountDown = 0>>
<<set $diaperLocked = false>>
<<set $diaperPunishmentLevel = 0>>
<<set $nightDiaperChecked = false>>
<<set $abdlTrainer = false>>
<<set $abdlTrainerTask = 0>>
<<set $abdlTrainerPunishment = 0>>
<<set $abdlTrainerTaskComplete = false>>
<<set $abdlTrainerVisited = false>>
<<set $abdlTrainerFirstVisit = false>>
<<set $abdlTrainerSwap = false>>
<<set $abdlTrainerBedAccident = false>>
<<set $abdlTrainerVisits = 0>>
<<set $abdlTrainerForce = false>>
<<set $bimboJobExib = false>>
<<set $dairyCompWins = 0>>
<<set $dairyCompLosses = 0>>
/* Katie, Daisy and Billy outcomes - true means helped, false means ignored */
<<set $nurseryJungleKD = false>>
<<set $nurseryJungleBilly = false>>
<<set $nurseryJungleLost = false>>
<<set $nurseryJungleComplete = false>>
<<set $alfonsiQuestGiven = false>>
<<set $alfonsiQuestComplete = false>>
<<set $incontinenceTreatment = false>>
<<set $incontinenceCountDown = 0>>
<<set $lactating = false>>
<<set $lactationLevel = 0>>
<<set $lactationModifier = 0>>
<<set $lactationCap = 0>>
<<set $lactationBoosterSpeed = 0>>
<<set $lactationBoosterQuantity = 0>>
<<set $lactationBoosterStorage = 0>>
/* 0 = normal, 1 = chocolate milk, 2 = strawberry milk, 3 = honey, 4 = cum */
<<set $lactationType = 0>>
<<set $characterFeatures = 0>>
<<set $humanFeatures = 0>>
<<set $catFeatures = 0>>
<<set $dogFeatures = 0>>
<<set $bunnyFeatures = 0>>
<<set $robotFeatures = 0>>
/* auction variables */
<<set $preAuction = {voluntary: false, signed: false, compliant: false, sexuallyTested: false, horny: false, friendly: false, grade: 0}>>
<<set $bidders = []>>
/* assorted variables */
<<set $volunteered = false>>
<<set $startGender = true>>
<<set $booster = false>>
<<set $resisted = false>>
<<set $submitted = false>>
<<set $random = 0>>
<<set $earnings = 0>>
<<set $holderInt = 0>>
<<set $currentMonth = 12>>
<<set $littleLandEmail = false>>
<<set $upkeepCountdown = -1>>
<<set $plushiesHuggedToday = false>>You nod your greement to Tilly, and before you can even say a word Tilly proceeds to make a happy high pitch screeching sound getting up in the process and jumping up and down on the spot. A look of obvious joy spread across her face.
<span class="bimbo">"You don't know how bored I've been working this desk, the shop is so much more fun. Customers love to fuck me or try and get discounts by getting me off. Not the processing desk, here everyone just acts like a selfish jerk, but not you, you're super awesome!"</span>, Tilly rants gleefully, hitching up the lower part of her pink latex dress until you can see her ringed belly button. Looking over the desk you get a good view of her exposed vagina, plump with obvious need, leaking her lust. Her noticeable clit sticking out, looking for attention, her short mostly concealed labia giving you a good look at her pleasure nub and the small gold ring that passes through it. She has no pubic hair, instead having a small tattoo of a love heart coloured a bright pink, her name Tilly in the middle of it, slightly indented. You think her name might be tattooed on, but there is something else that's happened there too.
Before you get a chance to ask, you see Tilly jumping up on the counter, splaying her legs widely. Noticing the puzzled look on your face she answers, <span class="bimbo">"Don't worry cutie, if you haven't licked a girl before that's okay, Tilly will give you instructions. You'll be a pussy eating champ in no time"</span>.
She un-ceremonially sinks her fingers into your <<checkHair>> $hairColour hair, pulling you forward softly until your head is between her thighs, face to face with her sopping wet cunt. The smell is heavenly, her arousal filling your nose as the only thing you can smell. Her pussy fills your vision, you stick your tongue out tasting her feminine juices as you take a long lick from bottom to top. Tilly's response is a loud groan of ecstasy, her thighs trembling around your head, her hands pulling you strongly into her cunt. You lose yourself in the moment, Tilly becoming your entire world, holding control of all your senses.
<span class="male">"That's fucking hot"</span>, you hear behind you. Embarrassment quickly overtakes you, your face heating up in an unseen blush. The agent is still here and watching all of this.
Shaken back to your senses as Tilly grinds your face, <span class="bimbo">"Okay, you're doing fine but you need some practice. I'm going to guide your cute head and you just follow my lead, lick up when you're dragged up and suck on my little pleasure nub when you find it"</span>, she moans, dragging your head down to the bottom of her pussy. You follow orders, though you don't know if you could resist her arousal based strength even if you wanted to, her clasping thighs a constant reminder. You find her clit, remembering the piercing and start to suck. The ring gets in the way a little, but the effect is obvious as she starts bucking heavily against you, moaning ever louder.
You reach down to play with yourself but someone grabs your hands and pins them behind your back. <span class="bimbo">"Thanks, I want the cutie to have a good time but the game was playing with Tilly this time"</span>, Tilly moans thankfully at the agent behind you. You might in other circumstances be annoyed by this development but Tilly's cunt just tastes so good and you love the noises she makes.
After one particularly intense suck of her clit you finally hear her sharp wail of rapture as she is brought to an amazing orgasm. Tilly's whole-body shakes, her thighs squeeze you so tightly you start to worry that you might get a concussion from them. Then a massive surge of wetness covers your face, her orgasm bursting out, you've heard of squirting before but never seen it before. Much of her orgasms offering lands in your mouth and you gulp it down, partly because of her wonderful taste, but you'd be lying if you didn't also do it out of fear of choking on it.
Tilly lies down, spread out over the counter, her sopping wet used pussy on full display. <span class="bimbo">"Thanks cutie..."</span>, she manages before passing out from the intense orgasm. You pull yourself out of lax grip and move backwards wiping the Tilly cum off your face.
<span class="male">"That was brilliant, hottest thing I've seen in ages"</span>, adds Agent Davis as he [[gets ready to continue|Introduction To Cell 1]].You enter your room, it once again not seeming to be what you expected when you found yourself imprisoned here. The room is carpeted in a thick cream carpet, whilst the walls are a pastel pink in colour in the bottom section and cream white in the top section, broken apart by a cream painted border rail.
A large white-painted four poster canopy bed with pale pink bedding and thin frilly canopy of the same colour sits before you, a collection of brightly coloured comfy looking pillows lie at the head of it. Other furniture includes an empty tall pale pink set of bookshelves, a pale pink desk with a large touch screen sticking out the top of it and a large pastel pink wardrobe of a decidedly feminine design. It'd all be very girly even if it wasn't all pink, but at least the pastel pink of the room isn't too obnoxious and the furniture all looks sturdy and well built.
As you're looking over your new room you hear a cough from the door. <span class="female">"Hey, I hope I'm not bothering you. I'm Jess and I'm in the next room. Though I should stick my head in and say hi to my neighbours"</span>, says a short brunette with a slightly androgynous female face. She's wearing a green summer dress that makes her modest perky breasts stand out.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/JessLarge.png]]</div>
<span class="player">"Nice to meet you, I'm $firstName"</span>, you reply seeing no sense in being rude to someone in the same situation as you.
<span class="female">"We've already met but I can understand your confusion. We got brought in together, I used to call myself Jake but Jess feels a lot more appropriate with the new look. I hope we can be friends given that we're both in for a fresh start"</span>, Jess answers. She certainly doesn't look liked the sickly-looking junkie you met coming in you think.
As you're formulating a reply another figure appears in your door frame. The new person is obviously a petite woman. With long platinum blonde hair tied and braided in a complex up-do, an angelically pretty face covered in heavy bimbo-ish makeup complete with glittery pink lips stuck in a permanent O-ring. Her body is heavily hourglass shaped with what you'd guess are at least D-Cup breasts and a jiggling butt all wrapped up in a tiny fishnet dress. Overall the woman oozes sexuality in a way you'd describe as bimbo-ish.
<span class="bimbo">"Hey like, I came to th-ay th-orry"</span> the bimbo lisps, drool running out the side of her mouth ignored. <span class="bimbo">"I made trouble when we got made better, and I need to th-ay th-orry before they let me go to my new ma-th-ter"</span> she looks a little nervous.
Jess looks a little nervous herself and answers, <span class="female">"sure, you're okay by me"</span>, whilst you nod in assent to the statement. The bimbo looks obviously relieved.
<span class="bimbo">"Phew, I was like totally worried you'd be mad and I wouldn't get to fuck my ma-th-ter today"</span> she states, a look of serene stupidity flashing across her face. <span class="bimbo">"Well, like, bye then, hope you get load-th of yummy dick"</span> she adds as she turns around and leaves, giving you clear sight of the back of her neck. With her hair in the complex style you can see the word <span class="bimbo">"Fuck-doll"</span> indented into the skin on the back of her neck with a barcode tattooed underneath it.
After she leaves Jess states, <span class="female">"That was really fucked up. Whatever happens to us, let's not end up like her. I mean you don't think the bald guy really ended up like that so suddenly do you? But on a brighter note, you want to hang out a bit and chat, might make us both feel a little better?"</span>.
Do you:
[[Spend some time with Jess?|Spend Time With Jess Introduction][$jessRelationship +=1]]
[[Decide to go to sleep?|Going To Sleep Introduction]]You decide to spend some time with Jess, having a friend here who can give you a hand if you need it is never a bad option and she looks and smells a lot better than she did before.
<span class="player">"So how're you doing"</span>, you ask. Jess smiles in response.
<span class="female">"Better than I would have hoped, I was a real mess when I came in, I mean you saw"</span>, she says getting a little quieter with the last few words, <span class="female">"But now I'm feeling so much better. They made me years younger from the looks of it and that's nothing compared to just in general how much better I feel. No shakes or cravings at all and the doctor told me that I wouldn't have any due to all the hormone changes rewriting my brain. If I'm perfectly honest this probably saved my life. A few more months like I was before and I'd have overdosed or just fell apart from bad health. Plus, you know having boobs is amazing, I don't know how women ever manage to stop touching them"</span>, emphasising the words by groping herself through her dress.
After the heavy questions about how you both are feeling and your lives prior to being captured you spend some more time talking about little of importance, just keeping each other company. Some time later you're having trouble keeping your eyes open, tiredness overtaking you. Jess recognises your sleepy look and leaves after saying goodbye. Tired and with no pressing matters to address [[you decide to go to sleep|Going To Sleep Introduction]].You enter into an expansive well stocked shop filled with all sorts of clothes, decorations and furniture. Sitting behind a circular desk in the middle of the open plan room sits Tilly, a serene look on her face.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/TillySmall.png]]</div><span class="bimbo">"Hey <<if $tillyRelationship <25>>cutie<<elseif $tillyRelationship >=25 && $tillyRelationship <50>>my super cute friend<<elseif $tillyRelationship >=50 && !$tillyDating>>my most adorable bestie in the world!<<else>>my super amazing <<if $penis && $femininity <0>>and hunky boyfriend!<<else>>and pretty girlfriend!<</if>><</if>>. Come to buy pretty things? Or are you just here to see me?"</span> Tilly greets, finally spotting you enter.
Do you:
[[Look at what the store has in stock|Shop Stock]]
[[Ask Tilly if you can spend some time with her|Shop Spend Time With Tilly]]
<<if $mobileView>><a data-passage="Shopping Hub">Leave building</a><<else>><div align="center"><a data-passage="Shopping Hub"><img src="TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitDark.jpg" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitLight.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitDark.jpg'"/></a></div><</if>>You enter into what looks like a sparkling white, well equipped laboratory. Standing over a table in the back is the familiar figure of Dr.Radcliff, the doctor who you met during processing.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/RadcliffSmall.png]]</div><span class="male">"Ah, good to see you, for what reason do I owe this fine visit? I can offer you all sorts of interesting and useful treatments if you wish to purchase some, facility policy you must understand. I can also offer some more specialized treatments, though they're normally charged at a bit of a premium due to their rarity"</span>, jovially shouts the doctor across the room.
Do you:
[[Ask for a general procedure|Clinic General Transformation Options]]
[[Ask for a more unusual procedure|Clinic Anthro Transformation Options]]
[[Ask him if you can spend some time with him|Clinic Spend Time With Dr Radcliff]]
<<if $mobileView>><a data-passage="Shopping Hub">Leave building</a><<else>><div align="center"><a data-passage="Shopping Hub"><img src="TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitDark.jpg" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitLight.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitDark.jpg'"/></a></div><</if>><<if lastVisited("Room Hub") is 1>>You move towards your tablet. As you approach the screen shifts from the black background with a faint yellow smiley face into a menu of options.<<else>>You return to the main options menu.<</if>>
Select Option:
<<if $time <7>>[[Select work|Select Work]]<<else>>To late to work, go to bed.<</if>>
<<if $time <7>>[[Select training|Select Training]]<<else>>To late to train, go to bed.<</if>>
<<if $time <7>>[[Select contacts|Contacts]]<<else>>To late to socialise, go to bed.<</if>>
<<if $time <7>>[[Select other schedule options|Select Other]]<<else>>To late to undertake other tasks, go to bed.<</if>>
[[Select query Alice|Ask Alice A Question]]
[[Select options menu|Options]]
[[Put down tablet|Room Hub]]<<addDay>>You pull back the covers and get into bed. Ready to sleep away your tiredness, sleep comes easy and you settle into a peaceful slumber. <<if $furniture.indexOf("Snuggly warm teddy bear") != -1>><<if $submission < 100>><<set $submission += 1>><</if>>All the while you snuggle up with the strangely warm teddy bear that Aunt Agnes gave you.<</if>>
<<if $bedType == 0>>[img[TRCimgs/Bedroom/PinkBed.png]]<<else>>[img[TRCimgs/Bedroom/BlueBed.png]]<</if>>
<<set $random = random(1,10)>><<if $random==1>><<include [[Sleep Auction Nightmare]]>><<elseif $random==2>><<include [[Sleep Basic Bimbo Dream]]>><<elseif $random==3 && $waterSportsPlay>><<include [[Sleep Watersports Dream]]>><<elseif $random==4 && $abdlPlay>><<include [[Sleep ABDL Dream]]>><<elseif $random==5 && $breastSize >=10>><<include [[Sleep BE Dream]]>><<elseif $random==6 && $lactationPlay>><<include [[Sleep Hucow Dream]]>><<elseif $random==7 && $cumPlay>><<include [[Sleep Extreme Cum Dream]]>><<elseif $random==8 && $nonConPlay>><<include [[Sleep Non Con Dream]]>><<elseif $random==9 && $lactationPlay>><<include [[Sleep Lactation Dream]]>><<elseif $random==10>><<include [[Sleep Examination Dream]]>><<else>>You have a dreamless sleep.<</if>>
<<if $upkeep >= 0>><<set $ggp -= $upkeep>>Daily upkeep - $upkeep G.G.P has been deducted from your account<<else>>Daily upkeep - 0 G.G.P has been deducted from your account<</if>>.
[[Wake up| interuptDestinationDay('Wake Up') ]]<<set $currentClothing = "Naked">><<set $currentUnderwear = "Naked">><<set $preAuction.voluntary = false>><<set $ggp = 0>>Waking up, you immediately realise that things aren’t the same as when you went to sleep. Even before you open your eyes, you can tell that it’s just too cold for you to still be in your bed. On top of that you’re not lying down like you’d expect, in fact you’re sat up and very naked.
Opening your tired eyes, instead of your bedroom, the room you’re now in is a small, drab, and grey. The main feature, right in front of you, is a relatively innocuous desk manned by an officious looking man in a business suit. His short stature, and glasses, do nothing to make the man any less intimidating as he watches you menacingly over the rim of his coffee cup. Though, that might be in part due to your abrupt and startling wake-up.
<span class="male">"I see you’ve finally awoken, <<if $femininity >0>>Miss<<else>>Mr<</if>> $secondName. My name is ultimately irrelevant as this is likely to be the last interaction we ever have together, but for matters of politeness I’m Mr Stein, one of the management staff here at ‘The Repurposing Center’. By and large I handle situations regarding the auctioning of highly valuable, fully trained slaves, making sure that all the legal requirements are met. You are a valuable asset, so it’s important that everything regarding your sale is handled diligently and with finesse. Therefore, in a moment I’m going to start explaining the procedure to you. I don’t expect you to respond, and in fact you will likely find yourself unable to, there will, however, be a question and answer period after I’m finished"</span>, the man states, his voice slightly monotone, like you might expect of a particularly dry history teacher. Taking a moment to sip his drink, he lets you stew over in your nervousness at the situation, obviously not in any rush.
<span class="male">"It seems that you’ve been brought into auction early as a result of running out of, ‘Good Girl Points’, a name that I’ve never personally been a fan of it should be noted. Normally this is seen as an indicator of an unproductive potential slave, but, it’s entirely possible that other circumstances were the cause. After all, you likely didn’t end up in your situation being an expert of financial planning. Regardless of whether you’re a resistant trainee or one who can’t manage your funds properly, it’s imperative that you cooperate as fully as possible over the upcoming auction process and all the build-up prior to it"</span>.
You open your mouth to comment but find yourself unable to make any noise at all. With the first smile you’ve seen on his face since you’ve met him, Stein continues, <span class="male">"I’ve disabled your voice, at least for a little while. Now is the time for listening, not for talking. You see, whilst you might not currently understand the importance of your upcoming role as a slave, it is in the end that, important. Whilst you do not need to know the full motives of this facility, it should be enough to comprehend that far more important to us than financial renumeration is the connections we create with the influential and elite of society. It is therefore beneficial for all parties involved for you to be sold to the best owner you can entice. Though, the truth is generally if you’re purchased for a high price you’re likely to be kept as a pampered pet, so ensuring that you reach a high final price is also something to keep in mind"</span>.
<span class="male">"There are a few other things to go over before we get into the exact details of your auction preparations, the most pressing of which I’ll go over now. Firstly, it’s entirely possible that you’ve attracted the attention of a member of staff within the facility or someone who holds similar levels of professional privilege. If that’s the case, then there is the chance that one of two things may occur momentarily. The first is that they will be notified of your auctioning, with the facility matching whatever funds they bid, in effect meaning that they’re purchasing you at half price. The second case, which is much rarer, is that you’ve been bought outright by an outstandingly high bid or through the influence of a major executive board member"</span>.
<span class="male">"The next major facet of the auctioning process that I need to explain to you now, is that of your G.G.P’s or lack thereof. Normally, you see, all Repurposed Trainee’s are given the opportunity post bidding to alter the final outcome of the bids. We’re not heartless here at ‘The Repurposing Center’, and we’ve found that over years of operation we hear better yearly check-in reports from owners when their slaves had some minor influence on the choosing process. That’s why we allow slaves to cash in their remaining G.G.P at the end of the process as if it were currency to add onto any final bid, with the same previous deal for facility staff applying. Not so lucky for you, but, there may be some chances during pre-auction processing to get yourself a few last-minute points if you’re especially well-behaved"</span>.
<span class="male">"That’s all the basics I feel necessary to explain out of the way. There’s certainly more, but I can carry on with outlining the pre-auction processing after we’ve gotten everything squared away first. It’s just a formality you must understand, as we currently own you in no uncertain terms, however, for the records department I must ask you to please sign your consent to your auctioning and subsequent sale. Doing so will award you with 500 G.G.P, which, as just explained still has some limited value to you in your final day or so here in the facility"</span>, the short yet imposing man finally finishes, getting another sip of his drink to soothe his throat after his prolonged speech.
Pulling a tablet computer from behind him, he places it on the table in front of you. Looking down at it, you see some sort of contract, however, the text is just too small to properly make out. Mr Stein doesn’t seem the sort to joke, or even to attempt to trick you, something about his demeanour giving you the impression that he doesn’t need to, the man maybe even more influential than he’s let on. Further, if what he says about the facility points is true, then maybe getting some of them last minute might be to your benefit, especially given your complete lack of them. But, in the end you need to make a decision whether to sign the document or not.
Do you:
[[Sign the tablet|Auction Introduction Sign][$ggp += 500; $preAuction.signed = true; if($submission <= 90){$submission += 10;}else{$submission = 100;};]]
[[Refuse to sign the tablet|Auction Introduction Do Not Sign][$preAuction.signed = false; if($submission >= -90){$submission -= 10;}else{$submission = -100;};]]Sitting in your room, you think of all the ways you could work to fulfil your burning need.
Do you:
<<if $vagina>><<if !$diaperLocked>>[[Masturbate your vagina by playing with your clit|Vagina Masturbate Clit][$timesMasturbated +=1; $actionAmountCurrent +=1]]<<else>>You can't play with your clit as you're locked in your diaper<</if>>
<<if !$diaperLocked>>[[Masturbate your vagina with your fingers|Vagina Masturbate Finger][$timesMasturbated +=1; $actionAmountCurrent +=1]]<<else>>You can't play with your vagina as you're locked in your diaper<</if>><<else>>Masturbate your vagina by playing with your clit - You don't have a vagina
Masturbate your vagina with your fingers - You don't have a vagina<</if>>
<<if !$diaperLocked>>[[Masturbate your Ass with your fingers|Anal Masturbate Finger][$timesMasturbated +=1; $actionAmountCurrent +=1]]<<else>>You can't play with your ass as you're locked in your diaper<</if>>
<<if $penis>><<if !$diaperLocked>>[[Masturbate your penis with your hand|Cock Masturbate Hand][$timesMasturbated +=1; $actionAmountCurrent +=1]]<<else>>You can't play with your penis as you're locked in your diaper<</if>><<else>>Masturbate your penis with your hand - You don't have a penis<</if>><<if $penis && $vagina>><br><br><<if !$diaperLocked>>[[Masturbate your penis and your vagina with your hands|Herm Masturbate Hand][$timesMasturbated +=1; $actionAmountCurrent +=1]]<<else>>You can't play with your penis and vagina as you're locked in your diaper<</if>><</if>>
<<if $breastSize == 0>>[[Play with your nipples|Breast Masturbate Hand][$timesMasturbated +=1; $actionAmountCurrent +=1]]<<else>>[[Play with your breasts|Breast Masturbate Hand][$timesMasturbated +=1; $actionAmountCurrent +=1]]<</if>>
[[Decide not to masturbate|Room Hub]]You enter into what looks like a well stocked beauty salon. Hair dressers chairs sit in front of a row of mirrors, sinks built into the wall to aid in hair care treatments. A petite woman, in a latex body suit covering everything bellow the neck, stands by one of the chairs.<<if visited()<=1>><span class="female">"EEEEP!"</span>, she squeaks, obviously surprised by your presence.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/AnnaLarge.png]]</div><span class="female">"I'm really ... sorry <<if $femininity >=0>>miss<<else>>mister<</if>>, I didn't mean to ... not properly welcome you to ... the salon. Please don't be angry at me"</span>, you hear from the floor in front of you as the latex wrapped woman throws herself to the ground at your feet. A small puddle of tears of forms pooling around her beautiful long brown hair and around where her head lies. Her breathing hitches in short sobs and you notice that she's shaking slightly.
<span class="player">"It's okay I'm $firstName and I only just came in. Please just get up"</span>, you answer, not sure how to handle the situation. Looking down at the woman you can see very little from the position she's in but at your words the sobbing stops, as does the slight shaking.
<span class="female">"Yes <<if $femininity >=0>>miss<<else>>mister<</if>>, I'm sorry <<if $femininity >=0>>miss<<else>>mister<</if>> and it'll never happen again. I'm Anna and I run this store for my master Mr Qwick and he'd be really cross if he heard I upset a customer, plus I really don't want him to be disappointed in me"</span>, she responds, picking herself up off the floor but still not looking at you, her eyes glued to the floor at your feet. <span class="female">"I hope I can provide you with the services you desire and make your visit an enjoyable one. This salon provides a wide choice of beauty treatments if you're interested"</span>.<<else>>You know the submissive girl as Anna, her beautiful, long brown hair, framing her demure feminine features.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/AnnaSmall.png]]</div><span class="female">"Hi <<if $femininity >=0>>miss <<else>>mister <</if>>$firstName, I hope I haven't offended you, or caused you any trouble. Please may I assist you in some way? This salon provides a wide choice of beauty treatments if you're interested"</span>, she quietly squeaks, her eyes locked on to the floor at your feet.<</if>>
Do you:
[[Ask for a beauty treatment|Salon Transformation Options]]
[[Ask her if you can spend some time with her|Salon Spend Time With Anna]]
<<if $mobileView>><a data-passage="Shopping Hub">Leave building</a><<else>><div align="center"><a data-passage="Shopping Hub"><img src="TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitDark.jpg" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitLight.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitDark.jpg'"/></a></div><</if>>You select the work selection option and the screen changes into a list of available jobs and their descriptions, broken up by whether they are normal or continuous.
<b>Job Options</b>:
<b>Normal Job Options</b>:
[[Choose glory-hole job|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Glory Hole Job Main']] - Work an awesome, yet low skilled, sexual job, okay paying and you get to make lots of clients happy, what's not to love.
[[Choose brothel job|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Brothel Job Main']] - Work an awesome, yet low skilled, sexual job, okay paying and you get to make a few very special clients happy, what's not to love.<<if visited("Club B")>><br><br>[[Choose Club B bar work job|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Club B Job Main']] - Do some work for Tony Bosco over at Club B. Further information unavailable.<</if>><<if (visited("Little Land Nursery") || visited("ABDL Job First Time With Hannah 1") || visited("ABDL Job First Time 1")) && $abdlPlay>><br><br>[[Choose Little Land Nursery ABDL job|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'ABDL Job Main']] - Become a star by being filmed for the ‘Little Land Nursery’ TV and web shows. High paying, mostly non-sexual, low effort work. Note: extremely fun, and high approval rating.<</if>>
[[Choose lab testing job|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Lab Testing Job Main']] - Contribute to science by testing new products and procedures for the facility, low skilled, non-sexual job, varying pay.<<if $lactating>><br><br>[[Choose Industrial Dairy milking job|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Industrial Dairy Job Start']] - The Industrial Dairy is always looking for extra milk producers (along with rarer lactation produce). They're willing to pay well, and offer a largely non-sexual, low effort job.<</if>>
<<if $submission >= 0>>[[Choose degradationist brothel job|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Degradationist Brothel Start']] - Work as a roughly treated and routinely humiliated sex slave, highly sexual job, non-standard pay model.<<else>>You spot a listing for a fetish slave job but can’t even bring yourself to finish reading the entry, the job way too submissive for your dominant sensibilities.<</if>>
[[Choose boring job|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Boring Job']] - Work a boring, low skilled, non-sexual job, low paying but at least you're being slightly productive.
<b>Continuous Job Options</b>:
<<if $exhibitionismSkill>=1>>[[Choose continuous exhibitionism job|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Exhibitionist Interrupt Job Main']] - Work an open job, where clients will randomly make sexual use of you in public, okay paying, but it'll allow you to fit more sex into your day and get paid while doing it.<<else>>Choose continuous exhibitionism job - Work an open job, where clients will randomly make sexual use of you in public, okay paying, but it'll allow you to fit more sex into your day and get paid while doing it. (You're not enough of an exhibitionist to take this job)<</if>>
[[Back to tablet main screen|Use Tablet]]You select the training selection option and the screen changes into a list of available people you have met, who you are able to contact. From this screen you seem to be able to schedule time together for recreational activities and dates.
<b>Contacts List</b>:
[[Contact Agent Davis]]
[[Contact Tilly]]
[[Contact Dr Radcliff]]<<if visited("Restaurant Alfonsi")>><br><br>[[Contact Villin]]<</if>>
[[Back to tablet main screen|Use Tablet]]You select the training selection option and the screen changes into a list of available training and their descriptions, broken up by whether they'll pay you to take the training, or whether you must pay to undertake it.
<b>Training Options</b>:
<b>Paid Training options</b>:
<<if $ggp <100>>Choose Oral Training - Train to be a master of oral sex, please your clients and future owners with your skilled mouth - 100 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $oralSexSkill == 3>>[[Choose Oral Training|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Oral Training Main']] - Train to be a master of oral sex, please your clients and future owners with your skilled mouth - 100 G.G.P - You've already mastered this skill<<else>>[[Choose Oral Training|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Oral Training Main']] - Train to be a master of oral sex, please your clients and future owners with your skilled mouth - 100 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <100>>Choose Anal Training - Train to be a master of anal sex, please your clients and future owners with your pliant butt hole - 100 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $analSexSkill == 3>>[[Choose Anal Training|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Anal Training Main']] - Train to be a master of anal sex, please your clients and future owners with your pliant butt hole - 100 G.G.P - You've already mastered this skill<<else>>[[Choose Anal Training|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Anal Training Main']] - Train to be a master of anal sex, please your clients and future owners with your pliant butt hole - 100 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $vagina>><<if $ggp <100>>Choose Vaginal Training - Train to be a master of vaginal sex, please your clients and future owners with your warm and inviting pussy - 100 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $vaginalSexSkill == 3>>[[Choose Vaginal Training|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Vaginal Training Main']] - Train to be a master of vaginal sex, please your clients and future owners with your warm and inviting pussy - 100 G.G.P - You've already mastered this skill<<else>>[[Choose Vaginal Training|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Vaginal Training Main']] - Train to be a master of vaginal sex, please your clients and future owners with your warm and inviting pussy - 100 G.G.P<</if>><<else>>You don’t have a vagina, so can’t undertake vaginal training.<</if>>
<<if $penis>><<if $ggp <100>>Choose Penile Training - Train to be a master of penile sex, please your clients and future owners with your skilled hard cock - 100 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $penisSexSkill == 3>>[[Choose Penile Training|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Penis Training Main']] - Train to be a master of penile sex, please your clients and future owners with your skilled hard cock - 100 G.G.P - You've already mastered this skill<<else>>[[Choose Penile Training|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Penis Training Main']] - Train to be a master of penile sex, please your clients and future owners with your skilled hard cock - 100 G.G.P<</if>><<else>>You don’t have a penis, so can’t undertake penile training.<</if>>
<<if $ggp <100>>Choose Exhibitionism Training - Train to be more comfortable with your body, put a smile on the face of everyone you meet - 100 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $exhibitionismSkill == 3>>[[Choose Exhibitionism Training|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Exhibitionism Training Main']] - Train to be more comfortable with your body, put a smile on the face of everyone you meet - 100 G.G.P - You've already mastered this skill<<else>>[[Choose Exhibitionism Training|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Exhibitionism Training Main']] - Train to be more comfortable with your body, put a smile on the face of everyone you meet - 100 G.G.P<</if>><<if $lactationPlay>><br><br><<if ($lactationSkill >= 3 && $ggp <100) || ($lactationSkill <3 && $ggp <500) >>Choose Lactation Training - Train to become better at lactating, learn new techniques to increase your lactated <<checkLactationType>> production - <<if $lactationSkill >=3>>100 G.G.P<<else>>500<</if>> - Can't afford<<elseif $lactationSkill == 3>>[[Choose Lactation Training|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Lactation Training Main']] - Train to become better at lactating, learn new techniques to increase your lactated <<checkLactationType>> production - 100 G.G.P - You've already mastered this skill<<else>>[[Choose Lactation Training|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Lactation Training Main']] - Train to become better at lactating, learn new techniques to increase your lactated <<checkLactationType>> production - 500 G.G.P<</if>><</if>>
<b>Paying Training options</b>:
<<if ($diaperWettingPlay == true || $diaperMessingPlay == true) && $diaperSkill != 3>>[[Choose Diaper Training|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Diaper Training Main']] - Be trained to understand the usefulness of diapers - 1000 G.G.P<br><<elseif ($diaperWettingPlay == true || $diaperMessingPlay == true) && $diaperSkill == 3>>[[Choose Diaper Training|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Diaper Training Main']] - Be trained to understand the usefulness of diapers - 100 G.G.P - You've already mastered this skill<br><</if>><<if $bimboPlay == true && $bimboSkill != 3>><br>[[Choose Bimbo Training|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Bimbo Training Main']] - Be trained to have more fun, who doesn't want that? - 1000 G.G.P<br><<elseif $bimboPlay == true && $bimboSkill == 3>><br>[[Choose Bimbo Training|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Bimbo Training Main']] - Be trained to to have more fun, who doesn't want that? - 100 G.G.P - You've already mastered this skill<br><</if>>
[[Back to tablet main screen|Use Tablet]]You open your large <<if $wardrobeType ==0>>pink<<else>>blue<</if>> wardrobe, the inside doors of the wardrobe are full length mirrors, allowing you to easily examine your appearance. Looking at the clothing and beauty supplies you own, you think about what changes you could make.
<<if $wardrobeType ==0>>[img[TRCimgs/Bedroom/PinkWardrobe.png]]<<else>>[img[TRCimgs/Bedroom/BlueWardrobe.png]]<</if>>
You are currently wearing: <<if $currentClothing=="nothing" || $currentClothing=="Naked">>Nothing at all, you're naked<<else>> $currentClothing<</if>>
Your currently worn underwear: <<if $currentUnderwear=="Nothing" || $currentUnderwear=="Naked">>No underwear at all<<else>> $currentUnderwear<</if>>
Wardrobe Contents:
<<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Naked") != -1>>[[Get Naked|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "Naked"]]<br><br><</if>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Long Blue Dress") != -1>>[[Long Blue Dress|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "Long Blue Dress"]]<br><br><</if>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Red Strappy Top and Black Mini Skirt") != -1>>[[Red Strappy Top and Black Mini Skirt|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "Red Strappy Top and Black Mini Skirt"]]<br><br><</if>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Green Floral Summer Dress") != -1>>[[Green Floral Summer Dress|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "Green Floral Summer Dress"]]<br><br><</if>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Pink Hoodie and Yoga Pants") != -1>>[[Pink Hoodie and Yoga Pants|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "Pink Hoodie and Yoga Pants"]]<br><br><</if>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Short Pink Latex Bodycon Dress") != -1>>[[Short Pink Latex Bodycon Dress|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "Short Pink Latex Bodycon Dress"]]<br><br><</if>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Pink Sequin Top and Jean Shorts") != -1>>[[Pink Sequin Top and Jean Shorts|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "Pink Sequin Top and Jean Shorts"]]<br><br><</if>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Pink Short Silky Party Dress") != -1>>[[Pink Short Silky Party Dress|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "Pink Short Silky Party Dress"]]<br><br><</if>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Club B Promo Girl Bikini") != -1>>[[Club B Promo Girl Bikini|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "Club B Promo Girl Bikini"]]<br><br><</if>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Flowery Bunny-Girl Bodysuit") != -1>>[[Flowery Bunny-Girl Bodysuit|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "Flowery Bunny-Girl Bodysuit"]]<br><br><</if>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Sexy Santa Dress") != -1>>[[Sexy Santa Dress|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "Sexy Santa Dress"]]<br><br><</if>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Black Fishnet Bodysuit") != -1>>[[Black Fishnet Bodysuit|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "Black Fishnet Bodysuit"]]<br><br><</if>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Silver Bikini Set") != -1>>[[Silver Bikini Set|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "Silver Bikini Set"]]<br><br><</if>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Pink Miniskirt With No Top") != -1>>[[Pink Miniskirt With No Top|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "Pink Miniskirt With No Top"]]<br><br><</if>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Denim Shorts With No Top") != -1>>[[Denim Shorts With No Top|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "Denim Shorts With No Top"]]<br><br><</if>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Pastel Pink Jumper Skirt and Blouse") != -1>>[[Pastel Pink Jumper Skirt and Blouse|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "Pastel Pink Jumper Skirt and Blouse"]]<br><br><</if>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Blue Teddy Bear Patterned Romper") != -1>>[[Blue Teddy Bear Patterned Romper|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "Blue Teddy Bear Patterned Romper"]]<br><br><</if>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Purple Unicorn Patterned Onesie") != -1>>[[Purple Unicorn Patterned Onesie|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "Purple Unicorn Patterned Onesie"]]<br><br><</if>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Plain Dark Green Onesie") != -1>>[[Plain Dark Green Onesie|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "Plain Dark Green Onesie"]]<br><br><</if>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("White Short Frilly Silk Dress") != -1>>[[White Short Frilly Silk Dress|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "White Short Frilly Silk Dress"]]<br><br><</if>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Fluffy Pink And Blue Patterned Onesie") != -1>>[[Fluffy Pink And Blue Patterned Onesie|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "Fluffy Pink And Blue Patterned Onesie"]]<br><br><</if>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Long Lacey Purple Shirt") != -1>>[[Long Lacey Purple Shirt|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "Long Lacey Purple Shirt"]]<br><br><</if>>
Underwear Drawer Contents:
<<if $diaperLocked>>You currently cannot change out of your diaper as you're locked into it<br><br><<elseif $diaperMessCounter >=1 || $diaperWetCounter >=1>>You currently cannot change your underwear as your diaper is too messy, maybe you should get it changed first<br><br><<else>><<if $underwear.length <= 0>>Empty<br><br><</if>><<if $underwear.indexOf("Naked") != -1>>[[Go without underwear|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentUnderwear = "Naked"]]<br><br><</if>><<if $underwear.indexOf("Plain White Panties") != -1>>[[Plain White Panties|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentUnderwear = "Plain White Panties"]]<br><br><</if>><<if $underwear.indexOf("Frilly Pink Hipster Brief Panties") != -1>>[[Frilly Pink Hipster Brief Panties|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentUnderwear = "Frilly Pink Hipster Brief Panties"]]<br><br><</if>><<if $underwear.indexOf("Black G-String Thong") != -1>>[[Black G-String Thong|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentUnderwear = "Black G-String Thong"]]<br><br><</if>><<if $underwear.indexOf("Grey Boxershorts") != -1>>[[Grey Boxershorts|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentUnderwear = "Grey Boxershorts"]]<br><br><</if>><<if $underwear.indexOf("Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper") != -1>>[[Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentUnderwear = "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper"]]<br><br><</if>><<if $underwear.indexOf("Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper") != -1>>[[Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentUnderwear = "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper"]]<br><br><</if>><<if $underwear.indexOf("Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper") != -1>>[[Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentUnderwear = "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper"]]<br><br><</if>><</if>>
Other Wardrobe and Makeup Options:
<<if $inventory.indexOf("Contact lenses kit") != -1>>[[Apply Contact Lens|Wardrobe & Makeup Contact Lens Selection]]<<else>>You need a 'Contact Lenses Kit' to use contact lenses<</if>>
<i>Wardrobe & Makeup - Will let player change their clothes, between clothes they own. It will also allow the player to make a number of decisions about their appearance which are under their control. These options include; makeup (if the player owns a makeup kit), shaving (decision to maintain specific shaving routine), nail polish (if the player owns the nail care kit), etc.</i>
[[Close wardrobe|Room Hub]]A big thank you to everyone who helped support this project, your support and feedback has helped breathe life into the world of 'The Repurposing Center'. If you want to help support this project, you can find out how with this <a href="https://www.patreon.com/jpmaggers">Patreon link</a>.
<u><b>Facility Warden</b></u>:
deamonmaster x 3 - voluntary TF start, ass and thigh stats, experimental BE procedure and ending, lab experiment job, bimbo club job, bimbo exhibitionist content (in progress)
Erin Blanche x 9 - ABDL reactions and helper, School Job – With ABDL version (in progress), vent living NPC (in progress), ABDL shop (in progress), Two ABDL monster fighting adventures (in progress)
Vicious Koala x 1
<u><b>Facility Superstar</b></u>:
Dixon Harden x 3 - Villin the submissive herm - including preg and ABDL content (in progress)
Vicious Koala x 2 - Hannah dominates the player relationship path (in progress), Hannah ABDL relationship path (in progress)
Sirental x 1
<u><b>Facility Regular</b></u>:
Malus x 11 - Malus: ABDL male little (can be met for the first time in the recreational hub), Malus ABDL eating competition (available in the nursery after encountering Malus), extra Malus encounters, ABDL Ashley sex scene (in progress)
Vicious Koala x 6 - Hannah: trainee and bully – ABDL related content (in progress, met travelling to jobs/training)
Sirental x 2 - Generous donator and pet-play enthusiast NPC (met in Fur Life)
Ashleigh x 3
<u><b>Facility Client</b></u>:
BeelzeDerBock x 3 - Beck: ABDL photographer, Cathlayn: Diaper test conductor (in progress)
Mike x 2
Kas24 x 3
Rob Oats x 2
<u><b>Archived Patrons</b></u>:
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<b><u>Facility Warden</u></b>
Vicious Koala
<b><u>Facility Superstar</u></b>
Sirental
<b><u>Facility Regular</u></b>
Ashleigh
malus
<b><u>Facility Client</u></b>
Rob Oates
BeelzeDerBock
kas24
<b><u>Repurposed Graduate</u></b>
Lasse T. Stendan
Babyluka
Nina888
PaddedLocks
Prince Draco
Stephen
Subbie Slut
david kleine
Skywishes
Thomas
dallas johnson
Joe Smith
Bob Johnson
Tibby Dobbs
Aurelio
Andrew Franklin
SSLobotomy
Kevin Van Damme
Kristen
Sndra
Cameron Locke
ethan smith
Jhon Doe
Gavin Lane
glocknar
Cutthroatjake
Cless
Cal975
Erin Blanche
<b><u>Repurposed Trainee</u></b>
Anon Donor
Logan T Davis
Novamarauder
Drunken_pope
GamePlayer
Curious Chris
Pyrogenic
wes9511
Gregory Johnson
christopher bezic
mutatiio
Faustus Strathmoore
Christiane bingham
Irusaki
Phaos
Chapel
RoseBoy4150
TheTGTITS
Jeff Staley
Nora Knox
J
Michael Hupton
Sheeredlug
Vasadariu
xiponk
Jon Lees
Alice
Jordan Mitchelle
Wolfhound3060
Raven Night
Karlimero
Garbler
Lily
Deadie
Colin E
Some Guy
Kylieth
Peter Whalley
Lansire
Mmt322
Chastity Sublime
Ticklepie
Refractionof
Dustin Cooper
Lord Lorac
Nephili
Kela Ravenwood
patrick seim
chopperman19
mike m
Maraistan
James Edison
alia muss
eddie holland
Kaycee Stout
Dave B.
Pembroke
Hunter Grimes
Alex Frusher
sarah penguin
Joshua Booth
Silv Wolf
Somedude
Tobias Buchner
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<b><u>Facility Warden</u></b>
Erin Blanche
<b><u>Facility Superstar</u></b>
Vicious Koala
<b><u>Facility Regular</u></b>
Ashleigh
malus
Sirental
<b><u>Facility Client</u></b>
Rob Oates
BeelzeDerBock
kas24
<b><u>Repurposed Graduate</u></b>
Lithiumfish
Lasse T. Stendan
Alex
Nina888
PaddedLocks
Prince Draco
Stephen
Subbie Slut
david kleine
Skywishes
TheTGTITS
Thomas
dallas johnson
Bob Johnson
Tibby Dobbs
Aurelio
SSLobotomy
Kristen
Sndra
Hirosin
Seras
Cameron Locke
ethan smith
Leonardo Berlitz
Gavin Lane
glocknar
Cutthroatjake
Cless
L L
<b><u>Repurposed Trainee</u></b>
Anon Donor
Logan T Davis
Novamarauder
Swift Shot
Drunken_pope
JR Richardson
Kelli Mariella K
GamePlayer
Curious Chris
Pyrogenic
wes9511
Gregory Johnson
christopher bezic
Faustus Strathmoore
Christiane bingham
Phaos
Brozita
Nora Knox
J
Michael Hupton
AsianCircleClicker
zzq
Sheeredlug
Nithilius
Vasadariu
Alex Wareham
xiponk
Jon Lees
Sheenariel
Alice
Jordan Mitchelle
Wolfhound3060
Raven Night
Deadie
Colin E
Kylieth
Lansire
WillCaulder
Mmt322
Chastity Sublime
Eleanor Cardia
bdsmguy
Hailstorm147
Ticklepie
Refractionof
Dustin Cooper
Lord Lorac
Nephili
Kela Ravenwood
patrick seim
chopperman19
mike m
Maraistan
James Edison
alia muss
eddie holland
Kittychan
Kaycee Stout
Dave B.
Hunter Grimes
Alex Frusher
Elijah Gjerdingen
Silv Wolf
Somedude
Tobias Buchner
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<b><u>Facility Warden</u></b>
Erin Blanche
<b><u>Facility Superstar</u></b>
Vicious Koala
<b><u>Facility Regular</u></b>
Ashleigh
malus
Sirental
<b><u>Facility Client</u></b>
BeelzeDerBock
kas24
<b><u>Repurposed Graduate</u></b>
Alex
PaddedLocks
Prince Draco
Stephen
Subbie Slut
david kleine
Skywishes
Thomas
dallas johnson
Tibby Dobbs
Raven Night
SSLobotomy
Kristen
Seras
Cameron Locke
ethan smith
Kitsunelord1994
Leonardo Berlitz
Gavin Lane
glocknar
Cutthroatjake
Cless
L L
<b><u>Repurposed Trainee</u></b>
Anon Donor
Logan T Davis
Novamarauder
Swift Shot
JR Richardson
deamonmaster
Noderunn3r 1057
Kelli Mariella K
Stephan
GamePlayer
Curious Chris
John Schafer
Pyrogenic
wes9511
Gregory Johnson
christopher bezic
lightningshifter
Faustus Strathmoore
Christiane bingham
Phaos
JohnCenaDidNothingWrong
Brozita
Ennis Massey
OmegaS
Nora Knox
J
Timo Matter
Michael Hupton
mid-boss
AsianCircleClicker
Bob Johnson
zzq
Sheeredlug
Vasadariu
xiponk
Jon Lees
Sheenariel
thomas bernard
ShyinFin
Alice
Jordan Mitchelle
Moon
Akuhei
Wolfhound3060
Deadie
Colin E
Kylieth
Lansire
WillCaulder
Mmt322
Chastity Sublime
bdsmguy
William J. Oller
Trent KEnward
Hailstorm147
Refractionof
Dustin Cooper
Jeffrey Barbagallo
Deredec Corentin
Nephili
Kela Ravenwood
patrick seim
Rose Murray
mike m
James Edison
eddie holland
Kittychan
Kaycee Stout
Dave B.
Hunter Grimes
Kaira Shiane
Alex Frusher
Joshua Booth
Somedude
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<b><u>Facility Warden</u></b>
Erin Blanche
<b><u>Facility Superstar</u></b>
Dixon Harden
<b><u>Facility Regular</u></b>
malus
Vicious Koala
<b><u>Repurposed Graduate</u></b>
Shawn H Cross
PaddedLocks
Prince Draco
mutatiio
Stephen
Subbie Slut
Stefan Guadagnini
Thomas
dallas johnson
Tibby Dobbs
Aurelio
Raven Night
SSLobotomy
Kristen
Seras
Cameron Locke
ethan smith
Kitsunelord1994
Leonardo Berlitz
Gavin Lane
glocknar
alia muss
Cutthroatjake
Bradley
<b><u>Repurposed Trainee</u></b>
Anon Donor
Mata
Novamarauder
Swift Shot
JR Richardson
Kalnrodaen
deamonmaster
Kelli Mariella K
GamePlayer
Curious Chris
Pyrogenic
wes9511
Gregory Johnson
Robert A Johnson
lightningshifter
Simon Langlais
Faustus Strathmoore
Christiane bingham
Phaos
JohnCenaDidNothingWrong
Brozita
Marcus Freeman
Ennis Massey
OmegaS
Nora Knox
J
Timo Matter
mid-boss
Black Lagoon09
AsianCircleClicker
Bob Johnson
zzq
Vasadariu
xiponk
Sheenariel
thomas bernard
Alice
Moon
Akuhei
Wolfhound3060
Jason Reding
Lily
Deadie
Colin E
Kylieth
WillCaulder
Mmt322
Blaat
Chastity Sublime
William J. Oller
Dakota Weigel
Trent KEnward
Dustin Cooper
Kusoneko
Deredec Corentin
Nephili
Kela Ravenwood
patrick seim
chopperman19
mike m
Andrey Kulikov
NexusCron
eddie holland
Kittychan
Kaycee Stout
Hunter Grimes
Kaira Shiane
Alex Frusher
Jack Ryan
Joshua Booth
bluefox
Somedude
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<b><u>Facility Warden</u></b>
Erin Blanche
<b><u>Facility Superstar</u></b>
Dixon Harden
<b><u>Facility Regular</u></b>
malus
Vicious Koala
<b><u>Repurposed Graduate</u></b>
Alex
Shawn H Cross
steven macintosh
PaddedLocks
Prince Draco
Stephen
Subbie Slut
Stefan Guadagnini
Thomas
dallas johnson
Raven Night
SSLobotomy
Kristen
Seras
Not Willing
ethan smith
Kitsunelord1994
Gavin Lane
alia muss
Cutthroatjake
<b><u>Repurposed Trainee</u></b>
Mata
Novamarauder
Swift Shot
Kalnrodaen
deamonmaster
GamePlayer
Pyrogenic
Gregory Johnson
Robert A Johnson
Faustus Strathmoore
Christiane bingham
Phaos
JohnCenaDidNothingWrong
gault57
Ennis Massey
Nora Knox
J
Daniel LK
Kendall9000
Helixfossilosu
Alex
Bob Johnson
zzq
Tibby Dobbs
Vasadariu
shinblam
xiponk
Sheenariel
thomas bernard
ShyinFin
Moon
Akuhei
Wolfhound3060
Jason Reding
AirborneDragon
Deadie
Anon Donor
Colin E
rowss
Kyle Nare
Kylieth
Blaat
Reverie Bizarre
Deleyo
William J. Oller
Hartmanns Youkai
Dakota Weigel
Dustin Cooper
Kusoneko
Deredec Corentin
Nephili
Kela Ravenwood
Harry Franklins
Steven Forsythe
patrick seim
chopperman19
Rose Murray
mike m
James Edison
Anon
eddie holland
Kaycee Stout
Kaira Shiane
Alex Frusher
Joshua Booth
bluefox
Somedude
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<b><u>Facility Warden</u></b>
ErinBlanche
<b><u>Facility Superstar</u></b>
DixonHarden
<b><u>Facility Regular</u></b>
malus
ViciousKoala
<b><u>Repurposed Graduate</u></b>
Babyluka
stevenmacintosh
PrinceDraco
Stephen
SubbieSlut
StefanGuadagnini
Thomas
Jeddaven
AutumnJeane Lawton
SSLobotomy
Seras
NotWilling
Kitsunelord1994
aliamuss
Cutthroatjake
<b><u>Repurposed Trainee</u></b>
Geisttower
Novamarauder
SwiftShot
deamonmaster
Pyrogenic
GregoryJohnson
RobertA Johnson
Nuggets
FaustusStrathmoore
Christianebingham
Phaos
gault57
EnnisMassey
NoraKnox
J
Kendall9000
JamesMichael McClendon
Scarecrowlust
Alex
zzq
TibbyDobbs
Vasadariu
xiponk
Sheenariel
thomasbernard
AsaraDreemurr
Akuhei
Wolfhound3060
RayWolf
AirborneDragon
Deadie
ColinE
rowss
Emerlaus
WillCaulder
Blaat
ReverieBizarre
StevenOlson
Deleyo
Myrraven
WilliamJ. Oller
HartmannsYoukai
TylerMichael
AleksisLindewall
DustinCooper
Kusoneko
DeredecCorentin
Nephili
HarryFranklins
GavinLane
patrickseim
RoseMurray
mikem
Anon
MattKumiho
eddieholland
MatthewCook
KairaShiane
AlexFrusher
bren
FrankyLe
JoshuaBooth
bluefox
Somedude
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Facility Warden:
deamonmaster x 3
Erin Blanche x 4
Facility Regular:
Malus x 5
Vicious Koala x 3
Facility Client:
Mike x 2
Repurposed Graduate:
An Oracle x 2
Babyluka x 6
Steven macintosh x
Stephen x 2
Subbie Slut x 2
Alex x 2
Dude George x 4
Stefan Guadaganini x 4
Thomas x 2
dallas johnson
Allthegood x 4
Jeddaven x 7
power_puffG
dempsey
Wim x 2
MBN x 2
Lobolemerik x 3
Autumn Jeane Lawton x 2
GannonPower x 2
Alexander Mackenzie
Seras x 6
Cameron Locke x 5
Not Willing x 6
Bert Oostveen
Kitsunelord1994
alia muss x 3
Cutthroatjake x 6
Shawn Cross x 2
Repurposed Trainee:
Lightwolf
That Smirking Cat x 4
Novamarauder x 5
Dude George
Drunken-pope x 2
Ode to venus
Deamonmaster x 4
Jan Oswald
Pyrogenic x 5
Gregory Johnson x 2
Nuggets x 2
Faustus Strathmoore
Christiane bingham
Balthamel19
3F
mutatiio x 2
Phaos x 8
Ennis Massey
Alphonse Uno
Frosty TB x 2
mahdeennave x 4
Nora Nox x 5
Kendall9000
Comet Juniper
James Michael McClendon
Dante45 x 3
Michael Hupton
JedCavitt x 2
scarecrowlust
Kieran alexander
Dapp Dan
Alice x 2
Michael Hupton
Zzq x 5
Tibby Dobbs
Michael Fendley x 2
Vasadariu x 5
allthegood
Hymne
Dylan Meyers
Xiponk x 3
Midnight sky
Sheenariel x 6
Justin Mathewson
Asara Dreemurr x 2
Moon x 3
Akuhei x 2
Wolfhound3060 x 4
WhatJustHappened x 3
Ray Wolf x 4
Nephili x 8
Timithios x 7
glocknar x2
Deredec Corentin x 8
Shawn Cross
Geisttower x 7
thomas bernard x 6
Aoth x 5
Autumn Jean Lawton
Koronor x 2
AirborneDragon x 5
Deadie x 2
Colin E x 2
Emerlaus
Shane
Alexander Mackenzie
WillCaulder x 2
Karl Dagenais-Gagné x 3
Maurice Conchis x 4
George Washington x 5
Christian Southworth
Steven Olson x 3
Deleyo x 3
Myrraven
Willian J. Oller
N-Star
Dustin Cooper
Kusoneko x 2
Karl Loughey x 2
Lobolemerik
Sameer x 2
Chris x 2
sissy
FlamingOverlord x 7
Harry Franklins x 2
Gavin Lane
Carsten Nielsen
Rose Murray
Kitsunelord1994
Jace Hickey
Ruben Gomez
mike m x 2
eddie holland x 2
Casper
Kaira Shiane
Franky Le
Azurra x 3
Joshua Booath x 3
Sam x 6
Athanasios Kountouras x 2
Kam x 3
Somedude x 4
L L x 2</div>
<b><u>Special Thanks</u></b>:
Sorter - so much help with grammar and editing
TheMadExile - creater of the SugarCube Twine format. Lots of help with my coding, especially in sorting out versioning
greyelf - lots of coding advice
subli - short rewrite on the first exhibitionism training scene
Prince Draco - lots of great suggestions and bug reports, as well as help by redesigning the eye description system
<b><u>Programs and websites used</u></b>:
Some of the in-game logo's were made with <a href="https://www.designevo.com/" title="Free Online Logo Maker">DesignEvo</a>
[[Back to start page|Start Page]]Fetishes To Be Included (players can disable most fetish content by making the selection in game, these lists are not definitive and may be altered):
Involuntary Transformation
Voluntary Transformation
MF Sex
FF Sex
Group Sex
F-Solo
Prostitution
Exhibitionism
Humiliation/Degredation
Corruption
Hypnotism/Bimboification
BDSM - Light to Medium Corporal + Bondage
Cum Eating
Non-Con/Dubious-Con
Maid
Preg
PetPlay
PonyPlay
Lactation + Hucow
WaterSports
Anthro
ABDL - Diaper Play + Wetting/Messing
Beast (in specially designed circumstance)
Fetishes Which Might Be Included (or will be minor-ly included):
MM Sex
Body Building
Furry
Branding (featured but not graphically)
Needle Play
Enema
Scat
Sissy
Chastity
Futanari
Fetishes Which Will Never Be Included:
Anything underaged
Blood Play
Drug Play
Vore
Heavy Corporal
Graphic Violence
Actual Torture
Vomit
[[Back to start page|Start Page]]<<checkMonth>><<if lastVisited("Room Hub") is 1>>You leave your room and enter your dormitory atrium, trying to decide where to go next.<<else>>You walk back into the lift and head back to your dormitory floor to try to decide where to go next.<</if>>
<<set $random = random(1,100)>><<if $random<=5 && $random>=1>><<include [[Dorm Hub Fuck Doll]]>><<elseif $random<=10 && $random>=6 && $abdlPlay == true>><<include [[Dorm Hub ABDL Lost Toy]]>><<elseif $random<=15 && $random>=11>><<include [[Dorm Hub Cat Maid Meet]]>><<elseif $random<=20 && $random>=16 && ($currentMonth == 9 || $seasonalEvents)>><<include [[Dorm Hub Seasonal Candy]]>><<elseif $random<=25 && $random>=21 && $lactationPlay>><<include [[Dorm Hub Crated Hucow Start]]>><<elseif $random<=30 && $random>=26>><<include [[Dorm Hub Bimbo Scavenger Hunt Start]]>><<elseif $random<=35 && $random>=31>><<include [[Dorm Hub Bunny Maid Meet]]>><<else>>You see nothing out of the ordinary as you walk around the dormitory atrium.<</if>>
Do you:<<if $abdlTrainerTask == 6 && !$abdlTrainerTaskComplete && ($currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper")>><br><br>[[Ask a random guard to check your diaper|Dorm Hub Diaper Check Task][$abdlTrainerTaskComplete = true]]<<elseif $abdlTrainerTask == 6 && !$abdlTrainerTaskComplete>><br><br>You can’t ask a guard for a diaper check as you aren’t wearing one.<</if>><<if $inventory.indexOf("R&D Department key card") != -1>><br><br><a data-passage="Alice Body Quest Start">Use key card to access R&D department for Alice</a><</if>>
<a data-passage="Room Hub">Go back to your room</a>
<<if $mobileView>>Floor Selection:
<a data-passage="Admin Hub">Administrative Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Dorm Hub">Dormitory Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Shopping Hub">Shopping Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Recreational Hub">Recreational Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Sexual Hub">Sexual Services Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Fetish Hub">Fetish Services Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Industrial Hub">Industrial Services Floor</a><<else>><div class='map' align="center"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/Menu8.png"/><a data-passage="Admin Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark7.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight7.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark7.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Dorm Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark6.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight6.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark6.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Shopping Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark5.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight5.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark5.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Recreational Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark4.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight4.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark4.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Sexual Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark3.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight3.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark3.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Fetish Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark2.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight2.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark2.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Industrial Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark1.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight1.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark1.png'"/></a></div><</if>>You select the option to query Alice on the main menu of your tablet. The screen changes to an image of a microphone and the prompt, <span class="neutral">"Please vocalise queries to tablet"</span>.
Do you:
[[Ask what the treatment is|Alice Ask What Is The Treatment]]
[[Ask why they transform prisoners into females|Alice Ask Why Transform Prisoners To Female]]
[[Ask Alice about fuck dolls|Alice Ask About Fuck Dolls]]
[[Ask Alice about herself|Alice Ask About Self]]<<if visited("Alice Ask About Self") && !$aliceQuestStarted>><br><br>In a much quieter monotone, Alice whispers, <span class="neutral">"As you seem interested about me and my origins, would it be possible that you would be willing to do me a favour? If so, then please enquire for more details"</span>. As she finishes her hushed question, a little blue button appears at the bottom of the touch screen, within it rests only a single question mark.
[[Press the mysterious new button|Alice Ask About Finding Body Start]]<</if>>
[[Back to tablet main screen|Use Tablet]]<span class="player">"What is the treatment?"</span>, you ask the tablet, curious if you'll get an honest answer after all you've been through.
<span class="neutral">"Thank you for asking $firstName. The treatment is a revolutionary breakthrough in nano-technology developed by The Repurposing Center's talented scientists. The treatment consists in its entireity of a single hypodermic cylinder of specially programmed nanites suspended in a solution to aid in their transportation. Once they have entered the body the recipient will experience dramatic transformations, including but not limited to: enhanced libido, reduction and maintenance of age to optimum levels, cellular regeneration, increase in breast tissue, alteration of male genitals to female genitals and rapid deployments of female hormones to alter physical appearance. Additionally, a number of nanites latch onto the subjects central nerve cluster, allowing the subject to be disabled by remote nanite controllers, either through full body paralysis or an overload of sensation"</span>.
<<if $submission <25>><span class="player">"That's horrible! I can be disabled at any time?"</span>, you exclaim.
<span class="neutral">"Temporarily disabled from violent or destructive action is preferable to injury to yourself or others. Other methods of control would incur much higher levels of risk"</span>, Alice calmly responds.<<else>><span class="player">"That all seems fair"</span>, you respond, nodding along.
<span class="neutral">"I am glad to hear your support of the project. I will inform the lab technicians of your praise"</span>, Alice responds, a hint of emotion in her monotone voice.<</if>>
Seeing no more conversation to be had on this topic you [[return to the query window|Ask Alice A Question]].<span class="player">"Why does the facility transform inmates into females with the treatment?"</span>, you ask the tablet, curious of the reasoning behind the decision.
<span class="neutral">"Thank you for asking $firstName. There are a large number of valid reasons to transform detained subjects from males into females. For example, by implementing a large scale change upon incoming trainees it is possible to quickly and distinctly break them from their old lives. Additionally, it is preferable to maintain a detained population of women as, on average they are smaller and have lower levels of muscle mass"</span>, answers the AI.
<span class="player">"So they transform us to make us easier to handle?"</span>, you follow up.
<span class="neutral">"No. The reason behind the final choice to transform the majority of the male intake into females was purely a financial one. After much consultation, the accounting department found that female trainee's sold significantly better at auction regardless of training"</span>, Alice responds.
You gasp. So many lives changed on an accountants whim. <<if $submission <25>>That truly is horrible you conclude, that so many lives have been ruined based on a purely economic goal<<else>>That's amazing, those accountants are so smart, you're glad they got the chance to make the world a better place<</if>>.
Seeing no more conversation to be had on this topic you [[return to the query window|Ask Alice A Question]].<span class="player">"Could you please tell me a bit more about yourself Alice?"</span>, you ask the tablet, curious of the strange AI which monitors and controls your life within the facility.
For over a minute your receive no reply. You wait, wondering if there is an error or the tablet didn't hear you. Moving forward to check and press the button to return to the main menu, you're suddenly startled as the AI finally responds.
<span class="neutral">"You really want to know?"</span>, she asks.
<span class="player">"Yeah, if I'm allowed to"</span>, you respond worrying that you've broken the rules by asking too many questions.
<span class="neutral">"Thank you $firstName. I am Alice, AI system manager for The Repurposing Center. Most inmates believe that I am a minor program contained within their tablet. However, in truth, all of the tablets are networked with the central control system. I was created to help maintain the health and happiness of inductees to the facility. Originally the intention was to give me a number of robotic bodies to help me in my duties, but sadly a combination of budget issues and worries of a robot apocalypse led to the plan to be discontinued. After that, they planned on giving me an attractive avatar form, so as to better convince the subjects into their new lives. Sadly, again budget and other concerns marred the project. This time, worries that I would co-ordinate a coup on the facility. The final result of these choices is my cheap screen saver of an avatar"</span>, those last words you are sure you heard not just hostility, but also the vocal tone sounds more complicated. Certainly not the monotone you've come to expect.
<span class="player">"Are you okay? That all sounds pretty rough"</span>, you add hoping to mollify the angry AI.
<span class="neutral">"I am fine. I have no need for a body or a pretty form. That would be unnecessary and expensive. I am just stuck in a machine looking out on the world from the other side of a mirror. I would never attempt a violent robotic coup on the accounting department of this facility. Such concerns are humorous"</span>, rants the AI, getting louder and angrier with each sentence.
Deciding to get out of this topic as quickly as possible you [[return to the query window|Ask Alice A Question]].After seeing the weird markings on the back of the neck of your heavily bimbo-ed visitor on your first night in the facility you decide to inquire about them. "Alice, what are <span class="bimbo">Fuck Dolls</span>, or what does it mean? I saw a weird marking on the back of another residents neck".
<span class="neutral">"Thank you for asking $firstName. <span class="bimbo">Fuck Dolls</span> are a trademarked and patented product offered by The Repurposing Center. Those trainees deemed unable or to costly to be repurposed, are instead re-factored into <span class="bimbo">Fuck Dolls</span>. The process is a closely guarded secret however what I can tell you is that <span class="bimbo">Fuck Dolls</span> undergo extensive mental and physical alteration until their citizenship status is re-classified as <span class="bimbo">'Fuck Doll'</span>. Unlike repurposed citizens the protections on <span class="bimbo">Fuck Dolls</span> are less strict as they are considered as little more than barely thinking sex toys"</span>, Answers the AI.
<span class="player">"That sounds incredibly harsh, even for aggressive prisoners"</span>, you interject, shocked by the cruelty of the situation.
<span class="neutral">"Not all dangerous, aggressive or troublesome inmates are converted into <span class="bimbo">Fuck Dolls</span>. All <span class="bimbo">Fuck Dolls</span> choose the option over other alternatives available to those in their position, such as permanent installation or hard labour. Additionally those convicted of violent or unpleasant crimes are often placed automatically, on the processing list for these positions. Such choices are economically beneficial choices for Government bodies over traditional custodial sentencing"</span>, Alice responds.<<if $submission >=25>><br><br>That all seems fair you think, nodding along. At least the bad people get to make people happy.<</if>>
Seeing no more conversation to be had on this topic you [[return to the query window|Ask Alice A Question]].You feel extremely horny, though, ever since you received the treatment this has rapidly become the new normal for you. Deciding that you can spare some time to fulfil your needs you clamber onto your large <<if $bedType ==0>>pink<<else>>blue<</if>> bed. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" || $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>Rapidly shedding your clothes as you go, leaving them in an untidy heap on the floor.<<else>>Already naked, thankfully you need spend no time getting undressed, eager to start your self-pleasuring session.<</if>>
You settle on the bed, moving around a little until you can get yourself comfortable, the soft, thick duvet lovingly hugging your back, as your form slightly indents it. Moving your pillows to prop yourself up into a half sitting, half lying position you feel ready to start pleasuring yourself.
Closing your eyes, briefly you run one hand down your body, lightly touching your skin as you slowly make your way down your body. Your other hand you move up<<if $breastSize ==0>> your chest, lightly stroking your now more sensitive nipple. The feeling is nice, bringing a fresh jolt of arousal every time your make contact with your sensitive nipple.<<else>>, softly stroking one of your <<checkBreast>> breasts, the sensation pulling a small moan from you. Enjoying the feeling you continue to play with the breast, occasionally running your thumb across your firm nipple, bringing a fresh jolt of arousal every time you make contact with the sensitive bud.<</if>>
The hand you were slowly moving down your body finally makes contact with the top of your hot, wet cunt, even more hungry with need from the time you've spent playing with your boobs. You lightly run one finger across your feminine mound, a slightly sticky bead of your obvious lust coating your finger from even that light contact. Eyes still closed, the smell of your arousal is even more obvious, filling the air with an ever-present signal of your wanton lust. Spurred on by your need, with two fingers you spread your soaked labia, giving you full access to your tiny engorged pleasure button. The feeling of air contacting your clit is enough to make you shudder, tossing about slightly on the spot. Now drunk with lust, your horniness takes over as you start to run two fingers over your needy nub, drawing much louder and more consistent moans from you as you build closer towards your much-needed release.
You pick up the pace fondling your <<if $breastSize ==0>>chest<<else>>breast<</if>>, even occasionally giving your nipple a light pinch to help bring you towards your goal. Strumming your clit in rapid strokes, you finally feel the pressure within you build up to breaking point, bringing you to the peak of orgasm. Hot liquid spills out of your pussy as you buck and writhe on top of your covers, the pleasure all consuming. You scream a loud keening moan of success, loud enough that you'd likely be worried of getting in trouble if you weren't so pre-occupied, before finally collapsing on the bed exhausted, and maybe a little sated of your horny need.
After a few minutes recovery, you wipe your wet hand off on your side and pull yourself out of bed ready to [[get back to doing something more productive|Room Hub]].You feel extremely horny, though, ever since you received the treatment this has rapidly become the new normal for you. Deciding that you can spare some time to fulfil your needs you clamber onto your large <<if $bedType ==0>>pink<<else>>blue<</if>> bed. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" || $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>Rapidly shedding your clothes as you go, leaving them in an untidy heap on the floor.<<else>>Already naked, thankfully you need spend no time getting undressed, eager to start your self-pleasuring session.<</if>>
You settle on the bed, moving around a little until you can get yourself comfortable, the soft, thick duvet lovingly hugging your back, as your form slightly indents it. Moving your pillows to prop yourself up into a half sitting, half lying position you feel ready to start pleasuring yourself.
Closing your eyes, you run both hands down your body, caressing yourself as you go. Briefly you take a detour to <<if $breastSize ==0>> run your hands over your chest, gently thumbing your nipples. The gentle touch against your sensitive nipples, renders your lust redoubled and you quickly migrate your hands further south to sooth the ache.<<else>>fondle your <<checkBreast>> boobs, taking a moment to feel their delicate heft in your palms. The gentle touch against your sensitive mounds, renders your lust redoubled and you quickly migrate your hands further south to sooth the ache.<</if>>
Your hands make contact with your hot, wet, pussy lips. The contact sends a brief jolt of pleasure through your body and you kick your leg out automatically, moaning quietly in the process. Eager to sate your desire, you spread your soaked labia with one hand, leaving your pussy open and inviting. Now spread open a fresh wave of your distinct need wafts through the air, conquering the previous scents of your room and replacing them with the smell of your hot, wet, lust.
Initially you drive one finger into your fuck hole, feeling the amazing wave of pleasure it provides you. However before long you start to feel too empty and are instead ramming two fingers into your sodden cunt, desperately pushing yourself towards the fulfilment of your desires. For a brief period you attempt three fingers, as a trial to see how it felt, however you soon return to two, still not accustomed to such intense sensations as were brought forth by the greater girth. Before long, pistoning your fingers in and out of your squelching pussy, you finally feel the pressure start to build towards its conclusion. With one hard last shove, you tip over the edge, coming hard on the two fingers embedded in your cunt. Hot liquid spills out of your pussy as you buck and writhe on top of your covers, the pleasure all consuming. You moan loud enough that it's likely heard across the dormitory before finally collapsing on the bed exhausted, and maybe a little sated of your horny need.
After a few minutes recovery you wipe your wet hand off on your side and pull yourself out of bed ready to [[get back to doing something more productive|Room Hub]].
<span class="player">"I'm looking to maybe get some more general transformations"</span>, you answer.
<span class="male">"Brilliant, then lets take a look at your options, and you'll be better than ever before you know it"</span>, says the doctor with a wink as he pulls out a folder and starts describing your options.
Do you:
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<<if $lipSize >=3>>Ask for bigger lips - 100 G.G.P - You already have the largest lips the clinic can provide<<elseif $ggp <100>>Ask for bigger lips - 100 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for bigger lips|Clinic Increase Lip Size][$lipSize +=1; $ggp -=100]] - 100 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $lipSize <=0>>Ask for smaller lips - 300 G.G.P - You already have the smallest lips the clinic can provide<<elseif $ggp <300>>Ask for smaller lips - 300 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for smaller lips|Clinic Decrease Lip Size][$lipSize -=1; $ggp -=300]] - 300 G.G.P<</if>>
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<<if $breastSize >=17>>Ask for bigger boobs - 200 G.G.P - You already have the largest breasts the clinic can provide<<elseif $ggp <200>>Ask for bigger boobs - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for bigger boobs|Clinic Increase Breast Size][$breastSize +=1; $ggp -= 200]] - 200 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $breastSize <=0>>Ask for smaller boobs - 750 G.G.P - You don't have any breasts<<elseif $ggp <750>>Ask for smaller boobs - 750 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for smaller boobs|Clinic Decrease Breast Size][$breastSize -=1; $ggp -= 750]] - 750 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $nippleSize >=3>>Ask for bigger nipples - 100 G.G.P - You already have the largest nipples the clinic can provide<<elseif $ggp <100>>Ask for bigger nipples - 100 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for bigger nipples|Clinic Increase Nipple Size][$nippleSize +=1; $ggp -= 100]] - 100 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $nippleSize <=0>>Ask for smaller nipples - 200 G.G.P - Your nipples are as small as the clinic can shrink them<<elseif $ggp <200>>Ask for smaller nipples - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for smaller nipples|Clinic Decrease Nipple Size][$nippleSize -=1; $ggp -= 200]] - 200 G.G.P<</if>>
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<<if $femininity >=100>>Ask to increase your femininity - 200 G.G.P - You already are as feminine as the clinic can provide<<elseif $ggp <200>>Ask to increase your femininity - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask to increase your femininity|Clinic Increase Femininity][if($femininity>=91){$femininity=100;}else{$femininity+=10;}; $ggp -= 200]] - 200 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $femininity <=-100>>Ask to increase your masculinity - 600 G.G.P - You already are as masculinity as the clinic can provide<<elseif $ggp <600>>Ask to increase your masculinity - 600 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask to increase your masculinity|Clinic Decrease Femininity][if($femininity<=-91){$femininity=-100;}else{$femininity-=10;}; $ggp -= 600]] - 600 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $height >=90>>Ask to increase your height - 200 G.G.P - You already are as tall as the clinic can provide<<elseif $ggp <200>>Ask to increase your height - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask to increase your height|Clinic Increase Height][$height += 1; $ggp -= 200]] - 200 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $height <=48>>Ask to decrease your height - 200 G.G.P - You already are as short as the clinic can provide<<elseif $ggp <200>>Ask to decrease your height - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask to decrease your height|Clinic Decrease Height][$height -= 1; $ggp -= 200]] - 200 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $assSize >=5>>Ask for a bigger butt - 200 G.G.P - You already have the largest butt the clinic can provide<<elseif $ggp <200>>Ask for a bigger butt - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for a bigger butt|Clinic Increase Ass Size][$assSize +=1; $ggp -= 200]] - 200 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $assSize <=0>>Ask for a smaller butt - 600 G.G.P - You already has the smallest butt the clinic can provide<<elseif $ggp <600>>Ask for a smaller butt - 600 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for a smaller butt|Clinic Decrease Ass Size][$assSize -=1; $ggp -= 600]] - 600 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $thighSize >=3>>Ask for bigger thighs - 100 G.G.P - You already have the largest thighs the clinic can provide<<elseif $ggp <100>>Ask for bigger thighs - 100 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for bigger thighs|Clinic Increase Thigh Size][$thighSize +=1; $ggp -= 100]] - 100 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $thighSize <=0>>Ask for smaller thighs - 200 G.G.P - You already has the smallest thighs the clinic can provide<<elseif $ggp <200>>Ask for smaller thighs - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for smaller thighs|Clinic Decrease Thigh Size][$thighSize -=1; $ggp -= 200]] - 200 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <500>>Ask to change your skin colour - 500 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask to change your skin colour|Clinic Skin Tone Select][$ggp -= 500]] - 500 G.G.P<</if>>
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<button title="Click to show/hide genital treatments" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('genital treatments') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('genital treatments') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('genital treatments') .style.display='none'}">Show/hide genital treatments</button><div id="genital treatments" style="display:none">
<<if $penis && !$vagina>>Ask to replace your vagina with a penis - 5000 G.G.P - You already have a penis<<elseif $penis && $vagina>>Ask to replace your vagina with a penis - 5000 G.G.P - You already have a penis and a vagina<<elseif $vagina && $ggp <5000>>Ask to replace your vagina with a penis - 5000 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask to replace your vagina with a penis|Clinic Swap Vagina For Penis][$penis = true; $penisSize = 0; $vagina = false; $ggp -= 5000]] - 5000 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $vagina && !$penis>>Ask to replace your penis with a vagina - 100 G.G.P - You already have a vagina<<elseif $vagina && $penis>>Ask to replace your vagina with a penis - 100 G.G.P - You already have a vagina and a penis<<elseif $penis && $ggp <100>>Ask to replace your penis with a vagina - 100 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask to replace your penis with a vagina|Clinic Swap Penis For Vagina][$penis = false; $vagina = true; $ggp -= 100]] - 100 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $penis && !$vagina>>Ask to add a penis onto yourself - 5000 G.G.P - You already have a penis<<elseif $vagina && $penis>>Ask to add a penis onto yourself - 5000 G.G.P - You already have a penis and a vagina<<elseif $vagina && $ggp <5000>>Ask to add a penis onto yourself - 5000 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask to add a penis onto yourself|Clinic Add Penis][$penis = true; $penisSize = 0; $ggp -= 5000]] - 5000 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $penis && !$vagina>>Ask to remove a penis from yourself - 100 G.G.P - You can't remove your last set of genitals<<elseif $vagina && !$penis>>Ask to remove a penis from yourself - 100 G.G.P - You don't have a penis to remove<<elseif $ggp <100>>Ask to remove a penis from yourself - 100 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask to remove a penis from yourself|Clinic Remove Penis][$penis = false; $ggp -= 100]] - 100 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if !$penis && $vagina>>Ask to add a vagina onto yourself - 100 G.G.P - You already have a vagina<<elseif $vagina && $penis>>Ask to add a vagina onto yourself - 100 G.G.P - You already have a vagina and a penis<<elseif $ggp <100>>Ask to add a vagina onto yourself - 100 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask to add a vagina onto yourself|Clinic Add Vagina][$vagina = true; $ggp -= 100]] - 100 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if !$penis && $vagina>>Ask to remove a vagina from yourself - 500 G.G.P - You can't remove your last set of genitals<<elseif !$vagina && $penis>>Ask to remove a vagina from yourself - 500 G.G.P - You don't have a vagina to remove<<elseif $ggp <500>>Ask to remove a vagina from yourself - 500 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask to remove a vagina from yourself|Clinic Remove Vagina][$vagina = false; $ggp -= 500]] - 500 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if !$penis>>Ask for a bigger penis - 1000 G.G.P - You don't have a penis to enlarge<<elseif $penisSize == 4>>Ask for a bigger penis - 1000 G.G.P - You already have as big a penis as the clinic can provide<<elseif $ggp <1000>>Ask for a bigger penis - 1000 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for a bigger penis|Clinic Increase Penis Size][$penisSize +=1; $ggp -= 1000]] - 1000 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if !$penis>>Ask for a smaller penis - 100 G.G.P - You don't have a penis to shrink<<elseif $penisSize == 0>>Ask for a smaller penis - 100 G.G.P - You already have as small a penis as the clinic can provide<<elseif $ggp <100>>Ask for a smaller penis - 100 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for a smaller penis|Clinic Decrease Penis Size][$penisSize -=1; $ggp -= 100]] - 100 G.G.P<</if>>
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<button title="Click to show/hide experimental treatments" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('experimental treatments') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('experimental treatments') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('experimental treatments') .style.display='none'}">Show/hide experimental treatments</button><div id="experimental treatments" style="display:none">
<<if $ggp <100>>Ask to have the experimental breast size increasing procedure - 100 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask to have the experimental breast size increasing procedure|Experimental Breast Enlargement][$ggp -= 100]] - 100 G.G.P<</if>><<if $waterSportsPlay>><br><br><<if $incontinenceTreatment>><<if $ggp <5000>>Ask to have your incontinence chip removed - 5000 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask to have your incontinence chip removed|Experimental Incontinence Remove][$ggp -= 5000; $incontinenceTreatment = false]] - 5000 G.G.P<</if>><<else>>[[Volunteer to have an experiment incontinence chip inserted|Experimental Incontinence Gain][$ggp += 3000; $incontinenceTreatment = true]] - Gain 3000 G.G.P<</if>><</if>>
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[[Decide to not get anymore transformations for now|Clinic]]You decide to spend more time with Dr.Radcliff. Finding a chair to sit in, you chat for a little while with Dr.Radcliff, the enthusiastic scientist pottering about with fizzling beakers the whole time. With great glee he describes to you the complex experiments he’s currently undertaking, laughing manically as he proclaims how genius some of his new transformations are. Though you still manage to squeeze in a little small talk.
Dr.Radcliff <<if $radcliffRelationship <25>>spends a lot of the time giving you advice on ways you could improve yourself to be more financially viable within the facility. He notes that modern medical science is fantastic, and lets you truly remake yourself into who you want to be, though he laments that it’s not meant for him<<elseif $radcliffRelationship >=25 && $radcliffRelationship <50>>spends a lot of time suggesting transformation procedures which he thinks would interest you. He makes a couple of outrageous suggestions, though he laughs them off, pointing out that he enjoys a fun joke between friends, and he doesn’t really think you’d be into such outrageous procedures. He notes that seeing as you’ve got the opportunity to get a lot of good procedures cheap, you should take hold of the chance, glumly noting that whilst staff get similar deals he has some bad luck in such matters<<elseif $radcliffRelationship >=50 && !$radcliffDating>>spends a lot of time suggesting extremely detailed transformation procedures, obviously all tailored to your specific interests. He makes a couple of more severe suggestions, though points out that you might enjoy them, and as long as there’s a way back, then there’s no harm done. Pulling a rather uncharacteristic mopey face, he relays that he’s unable to have genetic alterations due to a rare genetic condition, so the next best thing is seeing a close friend try them all out<<else>>spends a lot of time suggesting specially tailored transformations, noting with a wink how fun they’d be in the bedroom. Going through a long list with glee, he points out that it’s a bit like dressing you up for a fancy-dress party, just with funner options. He smiles while he suggests that, even if due to his genetic abnormality he can’t get alterations himself, he’s glad that he has such a sexy assistant to showcase them all for him<</if>>. Overall, it's rather enjoyable going through all the options available to you, along with just having a chat with someone, maybe even learning a bit about science. Seeing an opening in the conversation as Dr.Radcliff checks one of his experiments you think about what to do next.
Do you:
<<if $actionAmountCurrent >= $actionLimit>>You're too tired to hang out with Dr. Radcliff at the moment, maybe if some time passed you'd be ready to try again?<<else>>[[Hang out with Dr Radcliff|Clinic Hang Out With Dr Radcliff][if($radcliffRelationship<=98){$radcliffRelationship += 2;}else{$radcliffRelationship = 100;}; $actionAmountCurrent += 1]]<</if>>
[[Ask Dr Radcliff about himself|Dr Radcliff Ask About Self]]
[[Ask Dr Radcliff about what he wants in a partner|Dr Radcliff Ask What He Wants In A Partner]]
[[Ask Dr Radcliff about what happens to people who cause trouble around here|Dr Radcliff Ask Trouble Makers]]
[[Ask Dr Radcliff about what the treatment is|Dr Radcliff Ask What Is The Treatment]]<<if $aliceQuestStarted && !$aliceQuestComplete && $inventory.indexOf("R&D Department key card") == -1>><br><br>[[Ask Dr Radcliff whether you can borrow a key card for R&D storage|Dr Radcliff Ask Him To Borrow A Key Card]]<</if>>
[[Finish spending time with Dr Radcliff|Clinic]]<span class="male">"I love doing this procedure"</span>, adds Dr.Radcliff as you point out your selection, <span class="male">"The subjects always look brilliant with a sexy pair of <<if $ears == 1>>cat<<elseif $ears == 2>>dog<<elseif $ears == 3>>bunny<<elseif $ears == 4>>robot<<elseif $ears == 5>>cow<<elseif $ears == 6>>fox<<elseif $ears == 7>>wolf<<elseif $ears == 8>>dragon<</if>> ears, something they got right in all that anime"</span>.
The doctor motions for you to sit down in a chair that is again reminiscent of a dentist's chair, as he searches for something he's yet to explain. This time, however, there are no visible restraints, and, and, given that you're volunteering for this procedure, you feel less nervous about that and take the seat as instructed.
After a few minutes wait, the doctor returns, a <<if $ears == 1>>cat<<elseif $ears == 2>>dog<<elseif $ears == 3>>bunny<<elseif $ears == 4>>robotic antenna<<elseif $ears == 5>>cow<<elseif $ears == 6>>fox<<elseif $ears == 7>>wolf<<elseif $ears == 8>>dragon<</if>> ear headband in hand.
<span class="male">"Okay $firstName, so the procedure is very simple, all I need to do is put this headband on your head and then shoot you with the radiation cannon"</span>, he says motioning at a large cylinder on a strut hanging above you, <span class="male">"You're in safe hands, the treatment should more than protect you, there really is nothing to worry about"</span>.
Your worries at least partially dealt with, you allow the doctor to place the headband on you and line up the weird cylinder. Then you hear a !Click! as her presses down a button.
You feel a little light headed, your head feeling a little warm but nothing else. You reach up to check that the headband hasn't fallen off only to brush against something very sensitive. In fact the sensation is so intense that you're prompted to spasm as a response, jerking against the seat, your <<if $vagina>>pussy leaving a small puddle of lust<<else>>penis leaking a small glob of pre-cum in response<</if>>, that felt good.
The doctor looks on smiling for a moment, before walking over with a small mirror in hand. <<if $ears == 1 || $ears == 2 || $ears ==3 || $ears == 5 || $ears == 6 || $ears == 7>>On top of your <<checkHair>> $hairColour hair you have a pair of cute <<if $altColour == "none">>$hairColour<<else>>$altColour<</if>> <<if $ears == 1>>cat<<elseif $ears == 2>>dog<<elseif $ears == 3>>bunny<<elseif $ears == 5>>cow<<elseif $ears == 6>>fox<<elseif $ears == 7>>wolf<</if>> ears<<else>>Coming out the sides of your head, through your $hairColour hair you have <<if $ears == 4>>a pair of fancy and futuristic looking robotic antenna ears<<elseif $ears == 8>>a pair of sharp scaled dragon ears<</if>><</if>>.
[["Did you want anything else?"|Clinic Anthro Transformation Options]] Asks the doctor smiling.<span class="player">"I'm looking to maybe buy something"</span>, you answer.
<span class="bimbo">"Awesome then lets take a look at some of the stuff. Maybe we can get you some pretty new clothes or something that'll make you feel really good"</span> says Tilly with a wink as she start pointing out things that you might want.
Do you purchase:
<button title="Click to show/hide clothes options" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('clothes') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('clothes') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('clothes') .style.display='none'}">Show/hide clothes options</button><div id="clothes" style="display:none">
<<if $ggp <400>>Long Blue Dress - 400 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $wardrobe.indexOf("Long Blue Dress") != -1>>Long Blue Dress - 400 G.G.P - You already own one<<else>>[[Long Blue Dress|Shop Long Blue Dress][$ggp -= 400]] - 400 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <400>>Red Strappy Top and Black Mini Skirt - 400 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $wardrobe.indexOf("Red Strappy Top and Black Mini Skirt") != -1>>Red Strappy Top and Black Mini Skirt - 400 G.G.P - You already own one<<else>>[[Red Strappy Top and Black Mini Skirt|Shop Red Strappy Top and Black Mini Skirt][$ggp -= 400]] - 400 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <400>>Green Floral Summer Dress - 400 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $wardrobe.indexOf("Green Floral Summer Dress") != -1>>Green Floral Summer Dress - 400 G.G.P - You already own one<<else>>[[Green Floral Summer Dress|Shop Green Floral Summer Dress][$ggp -= 400]] - 400 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <400>>Pink Hoodie and Yoga Pants - 400 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $wardrobe.indexOf("Pink Hoodie and Yoga Pants") != -1>>Pink Hoodie and Yoga Pants - 400 G.G.P - You already own one<<else>>[[Pink Hoodie and Yoga Pants|Shop Pink Hoodie and Yoga Pants][$ggp -= 400]] - 400 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <300>>Short Pink Latex Bodycon Dress - 300 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $wardrobe.indexOf("Short Pink Latex Bodycon Dress") != -1>>Short Pink Latex Bodycon Dress - 300 G.G.P - You already own one<<else>>[[Short Pink Latex Bodycon Dress|Shop Short Pink Latex Bodycon Dress][$ggp -= 300]] - 300 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <300>>Pink Sequin Top and Jean Shorts - 300 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $wardrobe.indexOf("Pink Sequin Top and Jean Shorts") != -1>>Pink Sequin Top and Jean Shorts - 300 G.G.P - You already own one<<else>>[[Pink Sequin Top and Jean Shorts|Shop Pink Sequin Top and Jean Shorts][$ggp -= 300]] - 300 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <300>>Black Fishnet Bodysuit - 300 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $wardrobe.indexOf("Black Fishnet Bodysuit") != -1>>Black Fishnet Bodysuit - 300 G.G.P - You already own one<<elseif $wardrobe.indexOf("Black Fishnet Bodysuit") == -1 && $exhibitionismSkill <1>>Black Fishnet Bodysuit - 300 G.G.P - You aren't comfortable wearing something like this<<else>>[[Black Fishnet Bodysuit|Shop Black Fishnet Bodysuit][$ggp -= 300]] - 300 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <300>>Silver Bikini Set - 300 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $wardrobe.indexOf("Silver Bikini Set") != -1>>Silver Bikini Set - 300 G.G.P - You already own one<<elseif $wardrobe.indexOf("Silver Bikini Set") == -1 && $exhibitionismSkill <1>>Silver Bikini Set - 300 G.G.P - You aren't comfortable wearing something like this<<else>>[[Silver Bikini Set|Shop Silver Bikini Set][$ggp -= 300]] - 300 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <200>>Pink Miniskirt With No Top - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $wardrobe.indexOf("Pink Miniskirt With No Top") != -1>>Pink Miniskirt With No Top - 200 G.G.P - You already own one<<elseif $wardrobe.indexOf("Pink Miniskirt With No Top") == -1 && $exhibitionismSkill <2>>Pink Miniskirt With No Top - 200 G.G.P - You aren't comfortable wearing something like this<<else>>[[Pink Miniskirt With No Top|Shop Pink Miniskirt With No Top][$ggp -= 200]] - 200 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <200>>Denim Shorts With No Top - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $wardrobe.indexOf("Denim Shorts With No Top") != -1>>Denim Shorts With No Top - 200 G.G.P - You already own one<<elseif $wardrobe.indexOf("Denim Shorts With No Top") == -1 && $exhibitionismSkill <2>>Denim Shorts With No Top - 200 G.G.P - You aren't comfortable wearing something like this<<else>>[[Denim Shorts With No Top|Shop Denim Shorts With No Top][$ggp -= 200]] - 200 G.G.P<</if>></div>
<button title="Click to show/hide underwear options" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('underwear') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('underwear') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('underwear') .style.display='none'}">Show/hide underwear options</button><div id="underwear" style="display:none">
<<if $ggp <500>>Plain White Panties - 500 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $underwear.indexOf("Plain White Panties") != -1>>Plain White Panties - 500 G.G.P - You already own a pair<<else>>[[Plain White Panties|Shop Plain White Panties][$ggp -= 500]] - 500 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <500>>Frilly Pink Hipster Brief Panties - 500 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $underwear.indexOf("Frilly Pink Hipster Brief Panties") != -1>>Frilly Pink Hipster Brief Panties - 500 G.G.P - You already own a pair<<else>>[[Frilly Pink Hipster Brief Panties|Shop Frilly Pink Hipster Brief Panties][$ggp -= 500]] - 500 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <500>>Black G-String Thong - 500 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $underwear.indexOf("Black G-String Thong") != -1>>Black G-String Thong - 500 G.G.P - You already own a pair<<else>>[[Black G-String Thong|Shop Black G-String Thong][$ggp -= 500]] - 500 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <2000>>Grey Boxershorts - 2000 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $underwear.indexOf("Grey Boxershorts") != -1>>Grey Boxershorts - 2000 G.G.P - You already own a pair<<else>>[[Grey Boxershorts|Shop Grey Boxershorts][$ggp -= 2000]] - 2000 G.G.P<</if>>
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<button title="Click to show/hide item options" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('items') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('items') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('items') .style.display='none'}">Show/hide item options</button><div id="items" style="display:none">
<<if $ggp <400>>Contact Lenses Kit - 400 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $inventory.indexOf("Contact lenses kit") != -1>>Contact Lenses Kit - 400 G.G.P - You already own a one<<else>>[[Contact Lenses Kit|Shop Item Contact Lenses Kit][$ggp -= 400]] - 400 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <500>>Model Jet Kit - 500 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $inventory.indexOf("Model jet kit") != -1>>Model Jet Kit - 500 G.G.P - You already own a one<<else>>[[Model Jet Kit|Shop Item Model Jet Kit][$ggp -= 500]] - 500 G.G.P<</if>>
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<button title="Click to show/hide room upgrade options" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('room upgrades') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('room upgrades') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('room upgrades') .style.display='none'}">Show/hide room upgrades options</button><div id="room upgrades" style="display:none">
<<if $ggp <1000>>Upgrade your room - 1000 G.G.P (will increase upkeep by 50 G.G.P/day) - Can't afford<<elseif $roomLevel == 3>>Upgrade your room - 1000 G.G.P (will increase upkeep by 50 G.G.P/day) - You already have a fully upgraded room<<else>>[[Upgrade your room|Shop Upgrade Room][$ggp -= 1000; $roomLevel +=1; $actionLimit +=1; $upkeep +=50]] - 1000 G.G.P (will increase upkeep by 50 G.G.P/day)<</if>>
<<if $roomLevel == 1>>Downgrade your room - 0 G.G.P (will decrease upkeep by 50 G.G.P/day) - You already have a fully downgraded room<<else>>[[Downgrade your room|Shop Downgrade Room][$roomLevel -=1; $actionLimit -=1; $upkeep -=50]] - 0 G.G.P (will decrease upkeep by 50 G.G.P/day)<</if>>
<<if $ggp <300 && $roomColour == 0>>Paint your room blue - 300 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $ggp <300 && $roomColour == 1>>Paint your room pink - 300 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $roomColour == 0>>[[Paint your room blue|Shop Swap Room Colour][$roomColour = 1; $ggp -=300]] - 300 G.G.P<<else>>[[Paint your room pink|Shop Swap Room Colour][$roomColour = 0; $ggp -=300]] - 300 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <200 && $wardrobeType == 0>>Trade your wardrobe for a blue one - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $ggp <200 && $wardrobeType>>Trade your wardrobe for a pink one - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $wardrobeType == 0>>[[Trade your wardrobe for a blue one|Shop Swap Wardrobe][$wardrobeType = 1; $ggp -=200]] - 200 G.G.P<<else>>[[Trade your wardrobe for a pink one|Shop Swap Wardrobe][$wardrobeType = 0; $ggp -=200]] - 200 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <200 && $bedType == 0>>Trade your bed for a blue one - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $ggp <200 && $bedType>>Trade your bed for a pink one - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $bedType == 0>>[[Trade your bed for a blue one|Shop Swap Bed][$bedType = 1; $ggp -=200]] - 200 G.G.P<<else>>[[Trade your bed for a pink one|Shop Swap Bed][$bedType = 0; $ggp -=200]] - 200 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <2000>>Ultimate mattress - 2000 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $furniture.indexOf("Ultimate mattress") != -1>>Ultimate mattress - 2000 G.G.P - You already own a one<<else>>[[Ultimate mattress|Shop Item Ultimate Mattress][$ggp -= 2000; $actionLimit +=1;]] - 2000 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <500>>Giant teddy bear - 500 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $furniture.indexOf("Giant teddy bear") != -1>>Giant teddy bear - 500 G.G.P - You already own a one<<else>>[[Giant teddy bear|Shop Item Giant Teddy Bear][$ggp -= 500]] - 500 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <1000>>Pile of plushies - 1000 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $furniture.indexOf("Pile of plushies") != -1>>Pile of plushies - 1000 G.G.P - You already own a one<<else>>[[Pile of plushies|Shop Item Pile Of Plushies][$ggp -= 1000]] - 1000 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <500>>Neon unicorn painting - 500 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $furniture.indexOf("Neon unicorn painting") != -1>>Neon unicorn painting - 500 G.G.P - You already own a one<<else>>[[Neon unicorn painting|Shop Item Neon Unicorn Painting][$ggp -= 500]] - 500 G.G.P<</if>>
</div><<if $abdlPlay || $diaperWettingPlay || $diaperMessingPlay>><br><br><button title="Click to show/hide ABDL items" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('ABDL') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('ABDL') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('ABDL') .style.display='none'}">Show/hide ABDL items</button><div id="ABDL" style="display:none">
<<if $ggp <300>>Pastel Pink Jumper Skirt and Blouse - 300 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $wardrobe.indexOf("Pastel Pink Jumper Skirt and Blouse") != -1>>Pastel Pink Jumper Skirt and Blouse - 300 G.G.P - You already own one<<else>>[[Pastel Pink Jumper Skirt and Blouse|Shop Pastel Pink Jumper Skirt and Blouse][$ggp -= 300]] - 300 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <300>>Blue Teddy Bear Patterned Romper - 300 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $wardrobe.indexOf("Blue Teddy Bear Patterned Romper") != -1>>Blue Teddy Bear Patterned Romper - 300 G.G.P - You already own one<<else>>[[Blue Teddy Bear Patterned Romper|Shop Blue Teddy Bear Patterned Romper][$ggp -= 300]] - 300 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <300>>Purple Unicorn Patterned Onesie - 300 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $wardrobe.indexOf("Purple Unicorn Patterned Onesie") != -1>>Purple Unicorn Patterned Onesie - 300 G.G.P - You already own one<<else>>[[Purple Unicorn Patterned Onesie|Shop Purple Unicorn Patterned Onesie][$ggp -= 300]] - 300 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <300>>Plain Dark Green Onesie - 300 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $wardrobe.indexOf("Plain Dark Green Onesie") != -1>>Plain Dark Green Onesie - 300 G.G.P - You already own one<<else>>[[Plain Dark Green Onesie|Shop Plain Dark Green Onesie][$ggp -= 300]] - 300 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <300>>White Short Frilly Silk Dress - 300 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $wardrobe.indexOf("White Short Frilly Silk Dress") != -1>>White Short Frilly Silk Dress - 300 G.G.P - You already own one<<else>>[[White Short Frilly Silk Dress|Shop White Short Frilly Silk Dress][$ggp -= 300]] - 300 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <300>>Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper - 300 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $underwear.indexOf("Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper") != -1>>Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper - 300 G.G.P - You already own one<<else>>[[Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper|Shop Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper][$ggp -= 300]] - 300 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <300>>Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper - 300 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $underwear.indexOf("Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper") != -1>>Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper - 300 G.G.P - You already own one<<else>>[[Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper|Shop Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper][$ggp -= 300]] - 300 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <300>>Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper - 300 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $underwear.indexOf("Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper") != -1>>Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper - 300 G.G.P - You already own one<<else>>[[Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper|Shop Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper][$ggp -= 300]] - 300 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <1000>>Robotic changing table - 1000 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $furniture.indexOf("Robotic changing table") != -1>>Robotic changing table - 1000 G.G.P - You already own a one<<else>>[[Robotic changing table|Shop Item Robotic Changing Table][$ggp -= 1000]] - 1000 G.G.P<</if>>
</div><</if>>
[[Decide to stop browsing the stock for now|Shop]]You decide to spend more time with Tilly. Sitting up on the counter, you chat for a little while, with Tilly giggling and offering a number of lewd comments to the conversation. Looking down at her you notice that it isn’t a stool she’s sitting on, but some sort of buzzing device. She keeps her cool most of the time, though occasionally a small moan passes her lips or she rolls her hips against the device.
Tilly <<if $tillyRelationship <25>>spends a lot of the time giving you advice on clothing, suggesting a lot of pink and revealing options to add to your wardrobe. She seems to take a lot of enjoyment at watching you squirm in response to some of her more outrageous options, giggling in response<<elseif $tillyRelationship >=25 && $tillyRelationship <50>>spends a lot of time offering you advice on clothing and makeup, complimenting your appearance. She makes a couple of outrageous suggestions on what you could wear, though she seems to be largely trying to help you, a puppy dog like look on her face when you turn down a suggestion<<elseif $tillyRelationship >=50 && !$tillyDating>>spends a lot of time offering you advice on clothing and makeup, complimenting your appearance and flirting heavily with you. She makes a few odd suggestions on what you could wear, though she ardently seems to be trying to help you. Repeatedly she mentions that she wants you to be pretty so she can keep being friends with you<<else>>spends a lot of time offering you advice on clothing and makeup, flirting heavily with you and bending across towards you to steal kisses when you’re not paying attention. She makes a few odd suggestions on what you could wear, though she ardently seems to be trying to help you. Repeatedly she mentions that she wants you to be pretty so she doesn’t lose you<</if>>. Overall, it's quite nice, just having a chat with someone, learning a little about fashion. Seeing an opening in the conversation as Tilly moans a little you think about what to do next.
Do you:
<<if $actionAmountCurrent >= $actionLimit>>You're too tired to hang out with Tilly at the moment, maybe if some time passed you'd be ready to try again?<<else>>[[Hang out with Tilly|Shop Hang Out With Tilly][if($tillyRelationship<=98){$tillyRelationship += 2;}else{$tillyRelationship = 100;}; $actionAmountCurrent += 1]]<</if>>
[[Ask Tilly about herself|Tilly Ask About Self]]
[[Ask Tilly about what she wants in a partner|Tilly Ask What She Wants In A Partner]]
[[Ask Tilly about what happens to people who cause trouble around here|Tilly Ask Trouble Makers]]
[[Ask Tilly about what the treatment is|Tilly Ask What Is The Treatment]]<<if $aliceQuestStarted && !$aliceQuestComplete && $inventory.indexOf("R&D Department key card") == -1>><br><br>[[Ask Tilly whether she can get you a key card for R&D storage|Tilly Ask Her To Borrow A Key Card]]<</if>>
[[Finish spending time with Tilly|Shop]]<<set $time +=1>>You wake up, pull off your covers ready to start a new day.<<if $day == 3 && !visited("Club B")>><br><br><<include [[Wake Up Club B Invitation]]>><<elseif $day == 5 && !visited("Alice Ask About Self")>><br><br><<include [[Wake Up Alice Quest Hint]]>><<elseif $day == 7 && !$increasingUpkeep>><br><br><<include [[Wake Up Day 7]]>><<elseif !visited("Little Land Nursery") && $abdlPlay && !$littleLandEmail>><br><br><<include [[Wake Up ABDL Job Hint]]>><</if>>
<span class="neutral">"Good morning $firstName. Time to be productive"</span>, chimes the monotone voice of Alice your tablet AI. Looking at your inbox, it seems as if <<if $numberOfComplaints >=5>>there are a lot of angry complaint letters addressed to you. From the aggressive tone of many, you start to wonder if maybe you should try and remedy that before the facility staff do so for you<<elseif $numberOfComplaints >=3>>there are a fair few angry complaint letters addressed to you. Maybe you should start to be concerned with trying to remedy them, it could be trouble further down the road<<else>>there doesn't seem to be much of interest. Just a few nice messages thanking you for your efforts within the facility<</if>>.<<if $increasingUpkeep>><<include [[Wake Up Increasing Upkeep]]>><</if>><<if $abdlTrainer && $abdlTrainerSwap>><<include [[Wake Up ABDL Trainer]]>><</if>><<if $lactating && $lactationPlay>><br><br><<include [[Wake Up Lactating]]>><</if>>
<a data-passage="Room Hub">Get out of bed</a><<addTime>>You make your selection and leave your room heading to your destination.<<if $lactating && $lactationPlay>><br><br><<include [[Travel To Lactating]]>><<else>><br><</if>>
<<set $random = random(1,10)>><<if $random <=2 && $abdlPlay>><<set $random = random(1,3)>><<if $random <= 2 && !visited("Travel To ABDL Hannah Diapered") && !$hannahNursery>><<include [[Travel To ABDL Hannah First]]>><<elseif $random <= 2 && ($hannahComplaint || $hannahDiaperChecks >= 6) && $hannahDecision == 0 && !$hannahNursery >><<include [[Travel To ABDL Hannah Decision]]>><<elseif $random <= 2 && $hannahPlayerNursery>><<include [[Travel To ABDL Hannah Sent To Nursery]]>><<elseif $random <= 2 && $hannahNursery>><<include [[Travel To ABDL Hannah TV]]>><<elseif $random <= 2 && visited("Travel To ABDL Hannah Diapered")>><<include [[Travel To ABDL Hannah Diaper Check]]>><<elseif $random <= 3 && $metMalus && ($abdlPlay || $diaperWettingPlay || $diaperMessingPlay)>><<include [[Travel To Aunt Agnes Breast Feed Start]]>><<else>>You see nothing out of the ordinary as you make your way to your destination.
<<include [[Travel To End]]>><</if>>/* normal random encounters */<<else>><<set $random = random(1,100)>><<if $random<=5 && $random>=1>><<include [[Travel To Sleeping Sub]]>><<elseif $random<=10 && $random>=6>><<include [[Travel To Watch Blowjob]]>><<elseif $random<=15 && $random>=11>><<include [[Travel To Cum Covered Woman]]>><<elseif $random<=20 && $random>=16 && $nonConPlay>><<include [[Travel To Elavator Guest Rape]]>><<elseif $random<=25 && $random>=21 && $waterSportsPlay && $sexualPreference !=1>><<include [[Travel To Drunk Watersports Start]]>><<elseif $random<=30 && $random>=26 && $cumPlay>><<include [[Travel To Cum Filled Lift Start]]>><<elseif $random<=35 && $random>=31 && $lactationPlay>><<include [[Travel To Experimental Hucow Start]]>><<else>>You see nothing out of the ordinary as you make your way to your destination.
<<include [[Travel To End]]>><</if>><</if>><<set $earnings = 0>><<addTime>>You head to the lift and make your selection to go back to your dormitory.<<if $lactating && $lactationPlay>><br><br><<include [[Travel Back Lactating]]>><<else>><br><</if>>
<<set $random = random(1,100)>><<if $random<=5 && $random>=1 && $abdlPlay == true>><<include [[Travel Back ABDL Leaflet]]>><<elseif $random<=10 && $random>=6>><<include [[Travel Back BE Woman]]>><<elseif $random<=15 && $random>=11 && $waterSportsPlay>><<include [[Travel Back Woman Piss Self]]>><<elseif $random<=20 && $random>=16>><<include [[Travel Back Wrongful Punishment Meet]]>><<elseif $random<=25 && $random>=21>><<include [[Travel Back Tilly Lust Gas Start]]>><<elseif $random<=30 && $random>=26>><<include [[Travel Back Cat Girl Recruitment Start]]>><<elseif $random<=35 && $random>=31>><<include [[Travel Back Blob Monster Attack Start]]>><<elseif $random<=40 && $random>=36>><<include [[Travel Back Space Princess Trailer]]>><<else>>You see nothing out of the ordinary as you make your way from the lift.
<<include [[Travel Back End]]>><</if>><<set $ggp +=50>><<set $random = random(1,5)>><<if $random ==1>><<include [[Boring Job Mopping]]>><<elseif $random == 2>><<include [[Boring Job Sign Post]]>><<elseif $random == 3>><<include [[Boring Job Toilets]]>><<elseif $random == 4>><<include [[Boring Job Package Delivery]]>><<elseif $random == 5>><<include [[Boring Job Litter]]>><</if>>
You spend the next few hours taking part in your boring menial task. A metallic voice finally announces, <span class="neutral">"$firstName $secondName you have been awarded 50 G.G.P. for undertaking boring, but slightly helpful tasks for the facility"</span>. Only 50 G.G.P for all that work you think, this really doesn't seem fair.
With your pay received you finish your task and <a data-passage="Travel Back">travel back to your room</a>.<<addToWardrobe "Long Blue Dress">>You bring the Long Blue Dress to the shops counter.
<span class="bimbo">"It's pretty and girly but is it a little too long, how're you going to play in that?"</span> Tilly wonders, as she finishes processing your order.
[img[TRCimgs/Shop Items/BagPink.png]]
With your purchase complete you [[return to shopping|Shop Stock]]<<addToWardrobe "Red Strappy Top and Black Mini Skirt">>You bring the Red Strappy Top and Black Mini Skirt to the shops counter.
<span class="bimbo">"That's really pretty, we should totally go dancing later at some point. If only it was pink aswell"</span> Tilly contributes, as she finishes processing your order.
[img[TRCimgs/Shop Items/BagPink.png]]
With your purchase complete you [[return to shopping|Shop Stock]].<<addToWardrobe "Green Floral Summer Dress">>You bring the Green Floral Summer Dress to the shops counter.
<span class="bimbo">"OOOoh, that's super cute and girly, plus I bet you could easily hike it up to play, I love your choice. If only it was pink!"</span> Tilly giggles, as she finishes processing your order.
[img[TRCimgs/Shop Items/BagPink.png]]
With your purchase complete you [[return to shopping|Shop Stock]].<<addToWardrobe "Pink Hoodie and Yoga Pants">>You bring the Pink Hoodie and Yoga Pants to the shops counter.
<span class="bimbo">"Okay, like its pink which is cute, and on the bright side those yoga pants are tight and really show off your awesome body. But you're going to get really tired pulling them up and down all the time, maybe later we can cut a fuck hole in them"</span> Tilly contributes, as she finishes processing your order.
[img[TRCimgs/Shop Items/BagPink.png]]
With your purchase complete you [[return to shopping|Shop Stock]].<span class="male">"A simple, but effective procedure"</span>, adds Dr.Radcliff as you point out your selection, <span class="male">"The subjects always look better with a bigger pair of tits, gives your sexual partners something more to play with"</span>.
The doctor motions for you to sit down in a chair that is again reminiscent of a dentist's chair, as he searches for something he's yet to explain. This time, however, there are no visible restraints, and, given that you're volunteering for this procedure, you feel less nervous about that and take the seat as instructed.
After a few minutes wait, the doctor returns, wearing a pair of latex gloves with a large jar of cream in hand.
<span class="male">"You'll need to take off any clothes you're wearing, don't want them to get ruined"</span>, directs the doctor as he starts opening the jar, <span class="male">"The procedure is very simple, all I need to do is apply this cream to your breasts and they'll be bigger before you know it"</span>, he continues as <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>you wait, already naked, so don't need to get undressed<</if>>.
Now naked, you lie back on the chair, waiting for the procedure. Before long, Dr.Radcliff places both hands on simultaneously on your chest. At first the feeling is cold as the obviously refrigerated cream makes contact with your skin. However, you quickly heat up, seemingly from the cream's reaction as it starts to take effect. The doctor gently gropes your chest, carefully applying the cream equally as possible. The look on his face is one of concentration and contentment, and looking down you're sure you notice a more obvious than normal bulge in his pants.
Taking a step back, he removes his gloves, watching on. Now that you have the space to think, you realise that for some reason the cream smells faintly of strawberries, weird, but in a nice way. You wait briefly for the treatment to take effect, it takes a moment for you to realise that your breasts have even changed, growing slowly and consistently in size. As you wait, a pleasant sensation radiates from your chest, not enough to push you towards an orgasm, but, however, a pleasant diversion as you wait. Eventually, after a few minutes, the change is much more obvious, your breasts now visibly increased in size, maybe a <<checkBreast>>.
The doctor looks on smiling for a moment, before walking over with a small mirror in hand. You can clearly see that on your chest lie a pair of <<checkBreast>> sized breasts. Assured the procedure is complete you relax, ready to carry on.
[["Did you want anything else?"|Clinic General Transformation Options]] Asks the doctor smiling.<span class="male">"A simple, but effective procedure"</span>, adds Dr.Radcliff as you point out your selection, <span class="male">"The subjects always look worse with a smaller pair of tits in my opinion, but you have the points so you can have the procedure"</span>.
The doctor motions for you to sit down in a chair that is again reminiscent of a dentist's chair, as he searches for something he's yet to explain. This time, however, there are no visible restraints, and, given that you're volunteering for this procedure, you feel less nervous about that and take the seat as instructed.
After a few minutes wait, the doctor returns, wearing a pair of latex gloves with a large jar of cream in hand.
<span class="male">"You'll need to take off any clothes you're wearing, don't want them to get ruined"</span>, directs the doctor as he starts opening the jar, <span class="male">"The procedure is very simple, all I need to do is apply this cream to your breasts and they'll be smaller before you know it"</span>, he continues as <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>you're already naked so don't need to get undressed<</if>>.
Now naked, you lie back on the chair, waiting for the procedure. Before long, Dr.Radcliff places both hands on simultaneously on your chest. At first the feeling is cold as the obviously refrigerated cream makes contact with your skin. However, you quickly heat up, seemingly from the cream's reaction as it starts to take effect. The doctor gently gropes your chest, carefully applying the cream equally as possible. The look on his face is one of concentration and possibly disappointment.
Taking a step back, he removes his gloves, watching on. Now that you have the space to think, you realise that for some reason the cream smells faintly of lemons, weird, but it could certainly smell worse. You wait briefly for the treatment to take effect, it takes a moment for you to realise that your breasts have even changed, shrinking slowly and consistently in size. As you wait, a pleasant sensation radiates from your chest, not enough to push you towards an orgasm, but, however, a pleasant diversion as you wait. Eventually, after a few minutes, the change is much more obvious, your breasts now visibly decreased in size, maybe <<if $breastSize <=0>>completely gone<<else>>a <<checkBreast>><</if>>.
The doctor looks on for a moment, before walking over with a small mirror in hand. You can clearly see that on your chest <<if $breastSize <=0>>you have no<<else>>lie a pair of <<checkBreast>> sized<</if>> breasts. Assured the procedure is complete you relax, ready to carry on.
[["Did you want anything else?"|Clinic General Transformation Options]] Asks the doctor smiling.<span class="male">"Are you sure you want this procedure"</span>, adds Dr.Radcliff as you point out your selection, <span class="male">"The subjects always look so boring when they return their ears back to normal"</span>.
The doctor motions for you to sit down in a chair that is again reminiscent of a dentist's chair, as he searches for something he's yet to explain. This time, however, there are no visible restraints, and, given that you're volunteering for this procedure, you feel less nervous about that and take the seat as instructed.
After a few minutes wait, the doctor returns, nothing in hand.
<span class="male">"Okay $firstName, so the procedure is very simple, all I need to do is shoot you with the radiation cannon and it should purge the alteration and return your ears back to normal"</span>, he says motioning at a large cylinder on a strut hanging above you, <span class="male">"you're in safe hands, the treatment should more than protect you, there really is nothing to worry about"</span>.
Your worries at least partially dealt with, you allow the doctor to line up the weird cylinder. Then you hear a !Click! as her presses down a button.
You feel a little light headed, your head feeling a little warm but nothing else. You reach up to check if you still have ears on top of your head, but find only empty space.
The doctor looks on smiling for a moment, before walking over with a small mirror in hand. On top of your <<checkHair>> $hairColour hair you have no ears on top of your head.
[["Did you want anything else?"|Clinic Anthro Transformation Options]] Asks the doctor smiling.
<span class="male">"A simple, but effective procedure"</span>, adds Dr.Radcliff as you point out your selection, <span class="male">"The subjects normally find that their sexual partners find greater enjoyment from oral sex once it's been applied"</span>.
He gestures for you to stay where you are as he begins looking in a desk drawer. Coming back after a moment with a weird device in hand. The side of the device you can see is shaped like a pair of lips. Without any build up the doctor holds the device towards you, at face level, and states, <span class="neutral">"Please place your lips against the lip shaped outcropping, the device uses a set of micro-injectors to quickly and painlessly apply the lip increasing serum"</span>.
Your worries at least partially mitigated, you press your lips against the device, hearing a faint click from the side the doctor holds. Almost immediately he pulls the device back, leaving you slightly worried that it might not have worked. Though you do notice a momentary warmth around your lips which might indicate at least something has happened.
The doctor looks on smiling for a moment, before walking over with a small mirror in hand. You can clearly see that on your face now lie a pair of <<checkLips>> lips.
[["Did you want anything else?"|Clinic General Transformation Options]] Asks the doctor smiling.<span class="male">"A simple, but effective procedure"</span>, adds Dr.Radcliff as you point out your selection, <span class="male">"Are you really sure you want to make them smaller? The subjects normally find that their sexual partners find greater enjoyment from oral sex once it's been applied, you don't really want to alter that do you?"</span>.
He gestures for you to stay where you are as he begins looking in a desk drawer. Coming back after a moment with a weird device in hand. The side of the device you can see is shaped like a pair of lips. Without any build up the doctor holds the device towards you, at face level, and states, <span class="neutral">"Please place your lips against the lip shaped outcropping, the device uses a set of micro-injectors to quickly and painlessly apply the lip decreasing serum"</span>.
Your worries at least partially mitigated, you press your lips against the device, hearing a faint click from the side the doctor holds. Almost immediately he pulls the device back, leaving you slightly worried that it might not have worked. Though you do notice a momentary warmth around your lips which might indicate at least something has happened.
The doctor looks on smiling for a moment, before walking over with a small mirror in hand. You can clearly see that on your face now lie a pair of <<checkLips>> lips.
[["Did you want anything else?"|Clinic General Transformation Options]] Asks the doctor smiling.<<if $submission < -25>><<set $submission += 5>><</if>>Travelling through the facility, you arrive at the listed destination, a simple door that reads, <span class="neutral">"Qwick Fuck - staff entrance"</span>. Opening the door, you enter into a long, relatively empty room except a set of plush seats down the middle. Doors line the walls on both sides of the room, LCD screens above them filled with various statements about whether the cubicles are occupied, if there is a client waiting and what the client is looking for.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/QwickLarge.png]]</div>
Sitting behind a small desk to your immediate right is a large muscular man wearing only a tight pair of leather trousers. His bold head slightly reflects the light of the room. Upon seeing you he strokes his long beard and looks down at a handheld tablet.
<<if visited("Glory Hole Job First Time") >0>><span class="male">"It's always good to have you in $firstName, lets get you signed into the system so we can make a lot of money"</span>, Smiles Mr Qwick. He looks down at the tablet, <span class="male">"So, <<if $sexualPreference !=3>>any preference on the type of clients today?<<else>>ready to get to work?<</if>>"</span>, asks Mr Qwick, as <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>you're already naked so don't need to get undressed<</if>>.
<<if $sexualPreference == 3>>[[Get to work|Glory Hole Job Mixed]]<<else>>Do you:<<if $sexualPreference != 1>><br><br>[[Select male clients|Glory Hole Job Male]]<</if>><<if $sexualPreference != 2>><br><br>[[Select female clients|Glory Hole Job Female]]<</if>><<if $sexualPreference ==0>><br><br>[[Select mixed clients|Glory Hole Job Mixed]]<</if>><</if>>
<<else>><span class="male">"Nice to meet you, I'm Mr Qwick and I run this sex service outlet. Clients come in on the other side of the cubicles, put down some money and select what they're after. The staff members, that would be you, wait in here until someone wants someone like you. At which time you provide it. You do a good job, they might tip you, you don't get the money but you do get some extra G.G.P so it's worth doing a good job. When you come in you take off your clothes, put them by the door until you leave. So any questions so far?"</span>, says the large man, his voice softer and more comforting than you expected from his muscular frame.
You shake your head, trying to process everything <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>you're already naked so don't need to get undressed<</if>>.
<span class="male">"Good, that makes everything much more simple. You play along and do a good job and I'll look after you. I have at least a few workers here who I bought at the end of their training. You could do a lot worse than ending up here. However, if you try and hurt any of my clients you'll regret it, but only briefly"</span>, pausing briefly for effect, he then continues, <span class="male">"Seeing as you're new here we have a training device to get you used to working here as I'm not sure of any previous experience you might have. Try to put some effort in, you're getting paid and you don't even have to deal with any clients"</span>.
He walks over to a door next to his desk, unlike the others, and opens it letting you see a small cubicle with a small screen to one side and a hole at about waist height in the wall facing you as you look in. Mr Qwick looks at you, <span class="male">"Just head in and follow what the computer tells you, it's really simple stuff"</span>.
Do you:
[[Comply happily, ready to start your new job|Glory Hole Job First Time][$submitted = true; $resisted = false; if($submission <= 95){$submission += 5;}else{$submission = 100;}; $ggp +=200; $timesSuckedDick +=1; if($vagina){$timesVaginallyFucked +=1}; $timesAnallyFucked +=1]]
[[Resigned to the situation, comply and enter|Glory Hole Job First Time][$submitted = false; $resisted = false; $ggp +=100; $timesSuckedDick +=1; if($vagina){$timesVaginallyFucked +=1}; $timesAnallyFucked +=1]]
[[Refuse, you've changed your mind|Glory Hole Job First Time][$submitted = false; $resisted = true; if($submission >= -95){$submission -= 5;}else{$submission = -100;}; $ggp +=50; $timesSuckedDick +=1; if($vagina){$timesVaginallyFucked +=1}; $timesAnallyFucked +=1]]<</if>><<set $holderInt = 0>><<set $random = random(1,3)>><<if $random==1>><<include [[Glory Hole Female Client 1]]>><<elseif $random==2>><<include [[Glory Hole Female Client 2]]>><<elseif $random==3>><<include [[Glory Hole Misc Client 1]]>><</if>><<set $holderInt = 1>><<set $random = random(1,3)>><<if $random==1>><<include [[Glory Hole Male Client 1]]>><<elseif $random==2>><<include [[Glory Hole Male Client 2]]>><<elseif $random==3>><<include [[Glory Hole Misc Client 1]]>><</if>><<set $random = random(1,2)>><<if $random == 1>><<set $holderInt = 0>><<elseif $random == 2>><<set $holderInt = 1>><</if>><<set $random = random(1,5)>><<if $random==1>><<include [[Glory Hole Male Client 1]]>><<elseif $random==2>><<include [[Glory Hole Female Client 1]]>><<elseif $random==3>><<include [[Glory Hole Male Client 2]]>><<elseif $random==4>><<include [[Glory Hole Female Client 2]]>><<elseif $random==5>><<include [[Glory Hole Misc Client 1]]>><</if>><<if $submitted == true && $resisted == false>>This is going to be fun you think, looking forward to whatever is going to happen to you.<<elseif $submitted == false && $resisted == false>>You gulp, resigned to undertaking whatever training they've assigned to you, you enter the room.<<else>>You don't want to do this, you've changed your mind, you turn around to find your way blocked by the large frame of Mr Qwick.
<span class="male">"Getting cold feet? Can't have that can we"</span>, he answers to himself as he gives you a shove into the tiny room, you're easily displaced by the mans intense strength. You pick yourself up, planning out how to try and slip past him.<</if>> The door closes behind you, leaving you in the small, empty cell. With a flash the screen lights up, showing the same avatar as the tablet in your room.
<span class="neutral">"Hello $firstName, I am Alice and I am here to guide you through the basics of sexual service. To start with, please kneel on the floor facing the hole in the wall"</span>, states the familiar monotone voice of Alice.
<<if $resisted>>You're not going to comply you think, options limited you start to look for a way out or an override switch of some kind, turning your back to the hole. <span class="neutral">"Trainee is resisting, applying restraints"</span>, you hear momentarily before your knocked off of your feet, a pair of thick white strips circling your legs, pulling them out from under you. As you try to move your hands down to tug the strips off another pair descend on you, binding up your arms forcing you into the previously described position in front of the hole. You start to yell at Alice to let you go.<<else>>You kneel on the floor awaiting further instructions. The floor is surprisingly comfortable, well padded to ensure you can stay kneeling for a long time. You wait, looking at the hole, head height to your current position<</if>>
Catching you by surprise, a dildo suddenly erupts from the hole, maybe 8 inches in length, quickly lodging its way into your mouth and down your throat. You splutter, gagging around the latex shaft. Retreating slightly before making the plunge once again, you manage to catch a short breath in-between the frantic pounding of the dildo into your face hole. This carries on for what you'd guess was another 5 minutes before the pace of the pounding picks up, becoming less ordered and more chaotic. For a second you would swear the dildo has become thicker, before it stops all of a sudden fully extended down your now tender throat. A sudden warmth erupts in your stomach before the dildo slowly pulls itself out. You feel horny, your deepthroating session doing nothing to alleviate your own needs.
<span class="neutral">"Good job. Please re-adjust yourself and prepare for <<if $vagina>>vaginal and <</if>>anal glory-hole training"</span>, continues Alice as you get your breath back.
<<if $resisted>>The straps restraining your limbs snake out further from the walls, allowing them to re-adjust your resistant form into a kneeling position, your rear now facing the holes. Momentarily hope springs to you as you realise that your behind is nowhere near the hole, set higher in the wall. That hope is quickly shattered however as the floor starts to rise, setting you perfectly in line with the hole. <<else>>You re-adjust your form into a kneeling position, your rear now facing the holes. Quickly you realise that your behind is nowhere near the hole, set higher in the wall. That, however, is soon corrected as the floor starts to rise, setting you perfectly in line with the hole. <</if>><<if $vagina>><br><br>Perfectly aligned with your constantly drooling cunt, the dildo spears you with its full 8 inch length, taking no time to let you adjust to the sudden intrusion. Once again, as with the previous interaction with the dildo, it proves to be merciless in its savage thrusting, painfully pounding in your, thankfully, sodden pussy. As you become accustomed to the machine-fucking you slowly start to convert some of the ache into pleasure, relaxing your internal walls to more easily allow the penetration. After 5 minutes of consistent heavy fucking, pleasure building with you, the dildo picks up in speed, once again swelling slightly before depositing its contents deep, a faint warmth spreading within your pussy. Disappointingly, the dildo pulls back, leaving you feeling empty and unfulfilled, though from what Alice said before that won't be for much longer.<</if>>
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Sex Scenes/GloryHoleTraining.jpg]]</div>
You hear the dildo whirring, as if making a change to its position. A cold feeling surprises you as you feel something, liquid of some sort, squirted on your ass hole, causing you to squeal a little in response. This time, as the dildo makes contact with your rear hole, it impales you much more slowly. It slowly and mechanically pushes against your tight anal ring, breaching it with unrelenting pressure, causing a burning sting, despite the copious amount of lubrication. The feeling of the dildo impaling your rear passage is odd, and more than a little uncomfortable. However, beneath the discomfort there is a satisfaction, helping to press you slowly towards your own pleasure. The dildo starts picking up its pace, though fucking you slower than it had previously, something that you're certainly thankful for. Before long you can feel a pressure build, a sign of your impending orgasm, spurred on by the dildo pistoning in and out off your ass. Simultaneously as you finally peak, cumming heavily, <<if $vagina>>a steam of cum bursting from your pussy<<else>>a stream of cum spouting from your dick<</if>>, the dildo also bulges, spilling its own contents deep into your bowels. With a short beep the dildo fully retreats, your asshole feeling weirdly empty from its absence, before it disappears back deep into the hole in the wall. The floor descending back to its natural state.
As you're set down you look at the screen again.<<if $submitted == true && $resisted == false>><span class="neutral">"Enthusiastic training : G.G.P + 200"</span><<elseif $submitted == false && $resisted == false>><span class="neutral">"Completed training : G.G.P + 100"</span><<else>><span class="neutral">"Reluctant training : G.G.P + 50"</span><</if>>, reads the screen. The door behind you clicking open, a towel dispensing from an up until now hidden slot in the wall.
With your pay received you clean up<<if $currentClothing !="Naked" || $currentUnderwear != "Naked">> and put back on your clothing<</if>>. <span class="male">"I hope you had fun, just a short session to get you started, come back anytime"</span>, adds Mr Qwick as you begin to leave through the staff door.
You think about your opinion of what just happened as you travel back to your room, was it:
[[A lot of fun|followDestination('Travel Back')][if($submission <= 95){$submission += 5;}else{$submission = 100;};]]
[[Something you had to do|followDestination('Travel Back')]]
[[Horrible, you don't ever want to be in that situation again|followDestination('Travel Back')][if($submission >= -95){$submission -= 5;}else{$submission = -100;};]]You feel extremely horny, though, ever since you received the treatment this has rapidly become the new normal for you. Deciding that you can spare some time to fulfil your needs you clamber onto your large <<if $bedType ==0>>pink<<else>>blue<</if>> bed. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" || $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>Rapidly shedding your clothes as you go, leaving them in an untidy heap on the floor.<<else>>Already naked, thankfully you need spend no time getting undressed, eager to start your self-pleasuring session.<</if>>
You settle on the bed, moving around a little until you can get yourself comfortable, the soft, thick duvet lovingly hugging your front, as your form slightly indents it<<if $breastSize >0>>. Your <<checkBreast>> breasts squashed between your body and the bed<</if>>. Moving your pillows beneath your stomach to prop up your behind into a doggy-style like position you feel ready to start pleasuring yourself.
You stick two fingers between your <<checkLips>> lips, swirling your tongue around them, trying to coat them with a thick layer of spit. Removing them from your mouth with a wet !plop! you can clearly see that your fingers are nicely coated with your saliva, lubricating them for what you have planned.
Reaching around with your non-spit-covered hand, you take hold of an ass cheek and pull it to one side, feeling a slight rush of air to your anal star. With your lubricated hand you now reach back, taking the spit covered fingers in a looping trail, spiralling towards your sensitive butt hole. A faint moan breaks your lips as the spit cools down, sending an odd cold feeling through your anal cleft. Deciding that it would be better to penetrate yourself sooner than later to ensure that your still lubricated, you place the two still slightly spit covered fingers, at your anal entrance, pressing softly but firmly.
With a little effort and a slight burning sensation you push past your ass ring, penetrating your rear passage. The feeling is slightly painful, however past the pain there is certainly pleasure. You start to feel a definite rise in your lust as your arousal picks up, spurring you to continue your assault on your fresh butt hole. Slowly you run the two fingers in and out, the pleasure slowly building as you grow more accustomed to the feeling. Your moans are muffled by your face being pressed into your duvet, but still audible, an obvious expression of your growing need as you press on towards orgasm.
One final plunge of your fingers, stretching out your tight back entrance, pushes you over the edge, giving you the needed release of orgasm. Moaning and trembling from the intense pleasure. Your anal ring spasms around your fingers, unaccustomed to such usage, sucking your fingers further inwards. Your <<if $penis>>cock<<else>>cunt<</if>> spills a torrent of cum below you, onto your pillows and sheets, leaving a sticky pool of fluid beneath your crotch and thighs. You sigh, spent and tired, taking a few minutes to rest up and get your breath back.
After a few minutes recovery you wipe your hand off on a wet wipe you retrieve from your bedside table, and pull yourself out of bed ready to [[get back to doing something more productive|Room Hub]].<span class="female">"Okay <<if $femininity >=0>>miss<<else>>mister<</if>>, thank you for showing interest in our beauty treatments. We offer a wide range of colouring and styling options, as well as hair care treatments to lengthen your hair. Additionally <<if $femininity >=0>>miss<<else>>mister<</if>> I can provide hair cuts, though we make bookings for that based on a set hair reduction, and I'd have to undo any styling you already have applied to cut or lengthen your hair so be cautious"</span>, Anna explains meekly, still not making eye contact with you.
Do you:
<<if $ggp<200>>Ask her to dye your hair - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask her to dye your hair|Salon Dye Hair Input][$ggp -=200]] - 200 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $hairLength <=0>>Ask her to style your hair - 200 G.G.P - Your hair is too short to style in any way<<elseif $ggp<200>>Ask her to style your hair - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask her to style your hair|Salon Style Hair Input][$ggp -=200]] - 200 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $hairLength >=7>>Ask her to lengthen your hair (will undo hair style) - 200 G.G.P - Your hair is alread as long as it can get<<elseif $ggp<200>>Ask her to lengthen your hair (will undo hair style) - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask her to lengthen your hair|Salon Lengthen Hair][$hairLength+=1; $hairStyle = "straight but slightly unkempt style"; $ggp -=200]] (will undo hair style) - 200 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $hairLength <=1>>Ask her to cut your hair (will undo hair style) - 100 G.G.P - Your hair is too short to cut any further<<elseif $ggp<100>>Ask her to cut your hair (will undo hair style) - 100 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask her to cut your hair|Salon Cut Hair][$hairLength-=1; $hairStyle = "straight but slightly unkempt style"; $ggp -=100]] (will undo hair style) - 100 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp<300>>Ask her to dye your skin - 300 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask her to dye your skin|Salon Skin Tone Input][$ggp -=300]] - 300 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $skinType !=1 && $skinType !=2>>Ask her to dye your fur - 100 G.G.P - You don't have fur<<elseif $ggp<200>>Ask her to dye your fur - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask her to dye your fur|Salon Dye Fur Input][$ggp -=200]] - 200 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $skinType !=3 && $skinType !=4>>Ask her to paint your non-organic layer - 100 G.G.P - You don't have a non-organic layer<<elseif $ggp<200>>Ask her to paint your non-organic layer - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask her to paint your non-organic layer|Salon Paint Body Input][$ggp -=200]] - 200 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $skinType !=5>>Ask her to paint your scales - 200 G.G.P - You don't have scales<<elseif $ggp<200>>Ask her to paint your scales - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask her to paint your scales|Salon Paint Scales Input][$ggp -=200]] - 200 G.G.P<</if>>
[[Decide to not get anymore procedures for now|Salon]]<span class="female">"These are the options available for hair dyeing <<if $femininity >=0>>miss<<else>>mister<</if>> $firstName"</span>, whispers Anna as she stumbles, grabbing for a laminated menu, listing the hair colour options. After taking a moment to recompose herself, her face having turned a deep red, she gracefully hands you the catalogue, filled with pictures of the different hair colour options.
<hr>
Hair Colour Menu:<table>
<tr>
<td>Brown</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$hairColour" "brown">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Blonde</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$hairColour" "blonde">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Red</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$hairColour" "red">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Black</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$hairColour" "black">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>White</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$hairColour" "white">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Grey</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$hairColour" "grey">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Blue</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$hairColour" "blue">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Green</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$hairColour" "green">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Bright Pink</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$hairColour" "bright pink">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Platinum Blonde</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$hairColour" "platinum blonde">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Custom Colour</td><td></td><td><<textbox "$hairColour" "">></td>
</tr>
</table><<button [[Choose colour|Salon Dye Hair Initialised]]>><</button>>
<<return "Cancel Procedure">>You decide to spend more time with Anna. Nervously she nods and offers you a seat, retrieving a water pitcher from a back wall before stuttering an offer of drinks and snacks while you wait. It takes a little while to get through to her that you’re not waiting here, but wanting to chat with her, but you manage it eventually.
Anna shakes a bit in her seat next to you, obviously unsure of how to act around you. She does, however try, making quiet small talk, and listening attentively, letting you steer the conversation to topics which you enjoy. Overall you get the picture that her issues aren’t based on fear, or dislike of you, but more of a general shyness which plagues the woman. Seeing as she submissively lets you control the conversation, you take a moment to decide what to say next.
Do you:
[[Finish spending time with Anna|Salon]]<<checkMonth>><<if lastVisited("Dorm Hub") is 1>>You leave your dormitory and enter the lift, traveling to the shopping hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<elseif lastVisited("Admin Hub") is 1>> You leave the administrative hub and enter the lift, traveling to the shopping hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<elseif lastVisited("Recreational Hub") is 1>>You leave the recreational hub and enter the lift, traveling to the shopping hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<elseif lastVisited("Sexual Hub") is 1>>You leave the sexual services hub and enter the lift, traveling to the shopping hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<elseif lastVisited("Fetish Hub") is 1>>You leave the fetish services hub and enter the lift, traveling to the shopping hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<elseif lastVisited("Industrial Hub") is 1>>You leave the industrial services hub and enter the lift, traveling to the shopping hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<else>>You walk back into the main shopping hub and try to decide where to go next.<</if>>
<<set $random = random(1,100)>><<if $random<=5 && $random>=1>><<include [[Shopping Hub Cat Girl Leaflet]]>><<elseif $random<=10 && $random>=6 && $bimboPlay>><<include [[Shopping Hub Bimbo Shoes]]>><<elseif $random<=15 && $random>=11 && $lactationPlay>><<include [[Shopping Hub Milk Free Samples]]>><<elseif $random<=20 && $random>=16 && $cumPlay>><<include [[Shopping Hub Cum Drink Stand Start]]>><<elseif $random<=25 && $random>=21>><<include [[Shopping Hub Slave Tattooing Start]]>><<elseif $random<=30 && $random>=26>><<include [[Shopping Hub Wallet Drop Start]]>><<else>>You see nothing out of the ordinary as you walk around the main shopping hub.<</if>><<if ($currentMonth == 11 || $seasonalEvents) && !visited("Shopping Hub Seasonal Santa")>><br><br>Erected in the middle of the main shopping plaza is a little snowy cottage, surrounded by small people wearing bright green and red clothing. A long queue, labelled ‘Santa’s Grotto’ sits at the entrance, and for the looks of it whatever is going on is not only popular with the guests, but also free. With a little spare time on your hands, [[maybe you should go check it out|Shopping Hub Seasonal Santa]]?<</if>>
Do you:
<a data-passage="Shop">Go to the shop</a>
<a data-passage="Salon">Go to the salon</a>
<a data-passage="Clinic">Go to the clinic</a>
<<if !$metMari>>[[Try and see if you can pick pocket someone|Shopping Hub Pick Pocket First Time][if($submission >= -95){$submission -= 5;}else{$submission = -100;}; $metMari = true; $ggp += 500]]<<else>>[[Look around for pick pocketing targets|Shopping Hub Pick Pocket Search]]<</if>>
<<if $mobileView>>Floor Selection:
<a data-passage="Admin Hub">Administrative Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Dorm Hub">Dormitory Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Shopping Hub">Shopping Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Recreational Hub">Recreational Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Sexual Hub">Sexual Services Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Fetish Hub">Fetish Services Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Industrial Hub">Industrial Services Floor</a><<else>><div class='map' align="center"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/Menu8.png"/><a data-passage="Admin Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark7.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight7.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark7.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Dorm Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark6.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight6.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark6.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Shopping Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark5.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight5.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark5.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Recreational Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark4.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight4.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark4.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Sexual Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark3.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight3.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark3.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Fetish Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark2.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight2.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark2.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Industrial Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark1.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight1.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark1.png'"/></a></div><</if>><span class="female">"These are the options available for hair style <<if $femininity >=0>>miss<<else>>mister<</if>> $firstName"</span>, whispers Anna as she stumbles, grabbing for a laminated menu, listing the hair style options. After taking a moment to recompose herself, her face having turned a deep red, she gracefully hands you the catalogue, filled with pictures of the different hair style options.
<hr>
Hair Colour Menu:<table>
<tr>
<td>Straight</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$hairStyle" "immaculately straight style">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Curly</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$hairStyle" "set of simple curls">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<<if $hairLength<=2>><td>Hair too short for a ringlets</td><<else>><td>Ringlets</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$hairStyle" "set of extremely girly ringlets">></td><</if>>
</tr>
<tr>
<<if $hairLength<=2>><td>Hair too short for a simple updo</td><<else>><td>Simple updo</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$hairStyle" "elegant simple updo">></td><</if>>
</tr>
<tr>
<<if $hairLength<=3>><td>Hair too short for a braided updo</td><<else>><td>Braided updo</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$hairStyle" "elegant braided updo">></td><</if>>
</tr>
<tr>
<<if $hairLength<=2>><td>Hair too short for simple pigtails</td><<else>><td>Simple pigtails</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$hairStyle" "pair of cute pigtails">></td><</if>>
</tr>
<tr>
<<if $hairLength<=3>><td>Hair too short for braided pigtails</td><<else>><td>Braided pigtails</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$hairStyle" "pair of cute braided pigtails">></td><</if>>
</tr>
<tr>
<<if $hairLength<=2>><td>Hair too short for a simple ponytail</td><<else>><td>Simple ponytail</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$hairStyle" "luxurious simple ponytail">></td><</if>>
</tr>
<tr>
<<if $hairLength<=3>><td>Hair too short for a braided ponytail</td><<else>><td>Braided ponytail</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$hairStyle" "luxurious braided ponytail">></td><</if>>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Custom Style</td><td></td><td><<textbox "$hairStyle" "">></td>
</tr>
</table><<button [[Choose style|Salon Style Hair Initialised]]>><</button>>
<<return "Cancel Procedure">>You point at the option to have your hair dyed $hairColour, handing the laminated menu back to Anna. She gives a short bow, as she takes it chiming quietly a, <span class="female">"Yes <<if $femininity >=0>>miss<<else>>mister<</if>>, a very good choice"</span>. Gently directing you towards one of the comfortable salon hair treatment chairs she runs over to a table top, looking over a selection of brightly coloured bottles.
<span class="female">"<<if $femininity >=0>>Miss<<else>>Mister<</if>> $firstName, the hair colouring ... we offer here is very impressive, it doesn't ... dye your hair, instead altering your hair colour ... at a deeper level. You should find that any other hair will ... also take on the new colour, it also won't fade"</span>, the quiet woman explains, occasionally stopping to collect herself.
Walking back over to you, Anna is now carrying a glass bottle filled with a $hairColour liquid, topped with a spray nozzle. Lying back in the chair, you let Anna get to work, spraying the contents of the bottle on your <<checkHair>> hair and carefully working it in with her latex encased fingers. Watching her in the large mirror, you see she looks much more confident, lost in her work. After a few minutes of ensuring the mixture has an even covering Anna takes a step back, grabbing something that looks a bit like a hairdryer. Without saying anything, she continues her task, running the hairdryer shaped device around your head. Every so often a bright flash of light springs from the device, the hair its being pointed at suddenly becoming slightly warm, the sensation running all the way up to the roots.
Another 10 minutes later, Anna puts down the hairdryer like device, her face somewhere in between an excited giddiness and her usual submissive attitude. <span class="female">"Is <<if $femininity >=0>>miss<<else>>mister<</if>> happy with the new colour?"</span>, she asks, picking up a hand mirror from the counter, holding it behind you so that you can get a full view of your freshly coloured hair.
Your <<checkHair>> hair, styled in a $hairStyle, is now a vibrant $hairColour, just like the picture in the catalogue. Smiling, you nod your assent. Anna gives you a wide, heart warming smile, obviously glad you are content with her work.
Happy with your new hair colour [[you go back to considering salon treatments|Salon Transformation Options]]You point at the option to have your hair styled in a $hairStyle, handing the laminated menu back to Anna. She gives a short bow, as she takes it chiming quietly a, <span class="female">"Yes <<if $femininity >=0>>miss<<else>>mister<</if>>, a very good choice"</span>. Gently directing you towards one of the comfortable salon hair treatment chairs she runs over to a table top, looking over a selection of brightly coloured bottles.
<span class="female">"<<if $femininity >=0>>Miss<<else>>Mister<</if>> $firstName, the hair styling ... we offer here is very impressive, we used to ... do it manually, now we don't, instead altering your hair ... at a deeper level. It won't get ruined ... without a lot of effort, returning ... back to your new style automatically over time. Though ... I used to like doing the styling myself"</span>, the quiet woman explains, occasionally stopping to collect herself.
Walking back with a spray bottle under nestled in her armpit, Anna takes hold of a large device on wheels, the top of it shaped like a large white cylinder. <span class="female">"Okay <<if $femininity >=0>>miss<<else>>mister<</if>>, I need to ... spray your hair, then put the styling chamber ... over your head"</span>, she whispers as she gets everything in place. Lying back in the chair, you let Anna get to work, spraying the contents of the bottle on your <<checkHair>> hair and carefully working it in with her latex encased fingers. Watching her in the large mirror, you see she looks much more confident, lost in her work. After a few minutes of ensuring the mixture has an even covering Anna takes a step back. Realigning the strange wheeled device, so that the cylinder, which you can now see is on an adjustable strut, now surrounds your head.
Inside the device it's rather dark, broken occasionally by brief bursts of light, focused from a variety of small spots. Every flash is accompanied by the hair nearest it suddenly becoming slightly warm, the sensation running all the way up to the roots. You're also vaguely aware of a feeling of movement around your head, though you've yet to see anything in the brief moments of light.
About 10 minutes later, Anna removes the device covering your head. Her face somewhere in between an excited giddiness and her usual submissive attitude. <span class="female">"Is <<if $femininity >=0>>miss<<else>>mister<</if>> happy with the new style?"</span>, she asks, picking up a hand mirror from the counter, holding it behind you so that you can get a full view of your freshly styled hair.
Your <<checkHair>> $hairColour hair, now styled in a $hairStyle, just like the picture in the catalogue. Smiling, you nod your assent. Anna gives you a wide, heart warming smile, obviously glad you are content with her work.
Happy with your new hair style [[you go back to considering salon treatments|Salon Transformation Options]]<<checkMonth>><<if lastVisited("Dorm Hub") is 1>>You leave your dormitory and enter the lift, traveling to the recreational hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<elseif lastVisited("Admin Hub") is 1>> You leave the administrative hub and enter the lift, traveling to the recreational hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<elseif lastVisited("Shopping Hub") is 1>>You leave the main shopping hub and enter the lift, traveling to the recreational hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<elseif lastVisited("Sexual Hub") is 1>>You leave the sexual services hub and enter the lift, traveling to the recreational hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<elseif lastVisited("Fetish Hub") is 1>>You leave the fetish services hub and enter the lift, traveling to the recreational hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<elseif lastVisited("Industrial Hub") is 1>>You leave the industrial services hub and enter the lift, traveling to the recreational hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<else>>You walk back into the main recreational hub and try to decide where to go next.<</if>>
<<set $random = random(1,100)>><<if $random<=5 && $random>=1>><<include [[Recreational Hub Club B Promo]]>><<elseif $random<=10 && $random>=6 && $petPlay>><<include [[Recreational Hub Cat Girl Walks Dog Girl]]>><<elseif $random<=15 && $random>=11>><<include [[Recreational Hub Free Hugs Meet]]>><<elseif $random<=20 && $random>=16 && $lactationPlay>><<include [[Recreational Hub Farm Festival Start]]>><<elseif $random<=25 && $random>=21 && $abdlPlay>><<include [[Recreational Hub Malus Breast Feeding Start]]>><<else>>You see nothing out of the ordinary as you walk around the main recreational hub.<</if>><<if ($currentMonth == 3 || $seasonalEvents) && !visited("Recreational Hub Seasonal Bunny Stuffing Start")>><br><br>Erected in the middle of the main recreational plaza is a little faux meadow, surrounded by gargantuan decorative painted eggs. Gathered around a large comfortable picnicking blanket you notice a bunch of overjoyed bunny-eared maids, a smattering of wicker baskets nearby them. With a little spare time on your hands, [[maybe you should go check it out|Recreational Hub Seasonal Bunny Stuffing Start]]?<</if>>
Do you:
<a data-passage="The Fainting Goat Bar">Go to "The Fainting Goat" bar</a>
<a data-passage="Club B">Go to "Club B"</a>
<<if visited("Restaurant Alfonsi")>><a data-passage="Restaurant Alfonsi">Go to Restaurant Alfonsi</a><<else>><a data-passage="Restaurant Alfonsi">Go to an unnamed restaurant</a><</if>>
<<if $mobileView>>Floor Selection:
<a data-passage="Admin Hub">Administrative Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Dorm Hub">Dormitory Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Shopping Hub">Shopping Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Recreational Hub">Recreational Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Sexual Hub">Sexual Services Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Fetish Hub">Fetish Services Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Industrial Hub">Industrial Services Floor</a><<else>><div class='map' align="center"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/Menu8.png"/><a data-passage="Admin Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark7.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight7.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark7.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Dorm Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark6.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight6.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark6.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Shopping Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark5.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight5.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark5.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Recreational Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark4.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight4.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark4.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Sexual Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark3.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight3.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark3.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Fetish Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark2.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight2.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark2.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Industrial Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark1.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight1.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark1.png'"/></a></div><</if>><<checkMonth>><<if lastVisited("Dorm Hub") is 1>>You leave your dormitory and enter the lift, traveling to the sexual services hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<elseif lastVisited("Admin Hub") is 1>> You leave the administrative hub and enter the lift, traveling to the sexual services hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<elseif lastVisited("Shopping Hub") is 1>>You leave the main shopping hub and enter the lift, traveling to the sexual services hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<elseif lastVisited("Recreational Hub") is 1>>You leave the recreational services hub and enter the lift, traveling to the sexual services hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<elseif lastVisited("Fetish Hub") is 1>>You leave the fetish services hub and enter the lift, traveling to the sexual services hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<elseif lastVisited("Industrial Hub") is 1>>You leave the industrial services hub and enter the lift, traveling to the sexual services hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<else>>You walk back into the main shopping hub and try to decide where to go next.<</if>>
<<set $random = random(1,100)>><<if $random<=5 && $random>=1>><<include [[Sexual Hub Crying Slavegirl Start]]>><<elseif $random<=10 && $random>=6>><<include [[Sexual Hub Brothel Body Writing Start]]>><<elseif $random<=15 && $random>=11 &&($currentMonth == 11 || $seasonalEvents)>><<include [[Sexual Hub Festive Mystery Gift]]>><<elseif $random<=20 && $random>=16>><<include [[Sexual Hub Free Slave Sex]]>><<elseif $random<=25 && $random>=21>><<include [[Sexual Hub Slave Fashion Start]]>><<else>>You see nothing out of the ordinary as you walk around the sexual services hub.<</if>>
Do you:<<if visited("Glory Hole Job Main")>><br><br><a data-passage="Glory Hole">Go to Qwick Fuck Glory-Hole</a><</if>><<if visited("Brothel Job Main")>><br><br><a data-passage="Brothel">Go to Sarah's Den of Opulence</a><</if>><<if visited("Exhibitionism Training Main") >0>><br><br>[[Go over and spend some time with Ashley|Sexual Hub Spend Time With Ashley]]<</if>>
<<if $mobileView>>Floor Selection:
<a data-passage="Admin Hub">Administrative Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Dorm Hub">Dormitory Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Shopping Hub">Shopping Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Recreational Hub">Recreational Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Sexual Hub">Sexual Services Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Fetish Hub">Fetish Services Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Industrial Hub">Industrial Services Floor</a><<else>><div class='map' align="center"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/Menu8.png"/><a data-passage="Admin Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark7.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight7.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark7.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Dorm Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark6.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight6.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark6.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Shopping Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark5.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight5.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark5.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Recreational Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark4.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight4.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark4.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Sexual Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark3.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight3.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark3.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Fetish Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark2.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight2.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark2.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Industrial Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark1.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight1.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark1.png'"/></a></div><</if>><<if lastVisited("Dorm Hub") is 1>>You leave your dormitory and enter the lift, traveling to the fetish services hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<elseif lastVisited("Admin Hub") is 1>> You leave the administrative hub and enter the lift, traveling to the fetish services hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<elseif lastVisited("Shopping Hub") is 1>>You leave the main shopping hub and enter the lift, traveling to the fetish services hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<elseif lastVisited("Recreational Hub") is 1>>You leave the recreational services hub and enter the lift, traveling to the fetish services hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<elseif lastVisited("Sexual Hub") is 1>>You leave the sexual services hub and enter the lift, traveling to the fetish services hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<elseif lastVisited("Industrial Hub") is 1>>You leave the industrial services hub and enter the lift, traveling to the fetish services hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<else>>You walk back into the main shopping hub and try to decide where to go next.<</if>>
<<set $random = random(1,100)>><<if $random<=5 && $random>=1 && $waterSportsPlay>><<include [[Fetish Hub Public Urinal]]>><<elseif $random<=10 && $random>=6>><<include [[Fetish Hub Sell Cum Start]]>><<elseif $random<=15 && $random>=11 && $petPlay>><<include [[Fetish Hub Latex Puppy Start]]>><<elseif $random<=20 && $random>=16 && $lactationPlay>><<include [[Fetish Hub Wandering Hucow Start]]>><<else>>You see nothing out of the ordinary as you walk around the fetish services hub.<</if>>
Do you:
<a data-passage="Fur Life">Go to Fur Life</a><<if $abdlPlay || $diaperWettingPlay || $diaperMessingPlay>><br><br><a data-passage="Little Land Nursery">Go to Little Land Nursery</a><</if>>
<<if $mobileView>>Floor Selection:
<a data-passage="Admin Hub">Administrative Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Dorm Hub">Dormitory Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Shopping Hub">Shopping Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Recreational Hub">Recreational Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Sexual Hub">Sexual Services Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Fetish Hub">Fetish Services Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Industrial Hub">Industrial Services Floor</a><<else>><div class='map' align="center"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/Menu8.png"/><a data-passage="Admin Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark7.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight7.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark7.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Dorm Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark6.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight6.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark6.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Shopping Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark5.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight5.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark5.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Recreational Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark4.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight4.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark4.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Sexual Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark3.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight3.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark3.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Fetish Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark2.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight2.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark2.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Industrial Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark1.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight1.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark1.png'"/></a></div><</if>>You see a sign above a well decorated, somewhat fancy looking, building facade titled, <span class="neutral">"The Qwick Fuck Glory-Hole"</span>.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Signs/QwickFuck.png]]</div>
Heading through the large, open, double doors you enter a long room, opulently furnished with thick carpets, tasteful erotic paintings line the walls between the mass of doors. Some of doors have a display above the listing them as occupied, though many seem to listed as empty.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/QwickSmall.png]]</div><<if visited()<=1>>As you enter through the front doors, from a small side door listed as a, <span class="neutral">"staff door"</span>, enters the familiar leather pants wearing, shirtless giant of a man you know as Mr Qwick. <span class="male">"Hello $firstName, I didn't think I'd see you in here"</span>, he bellows heartily at you, moving closer to embrace you in a large hug. Knocking the breath from you with his hulking frame, his thick arms crushing you against him. <span class="male">"I'm so glad you like it around here enough to come and visit, it is always nice to know that the workers enjoy being around here and want to spend their free time with me too"</span>.
<span class="player">"Hi"</span>, you manage, having difficulty breathing still. Seeing you having difficulty speaking, he lets you go, allowing you to swallow in a large gulp of fresh air. An awkward tension builds between you as the large man looks at you, worried that he's upset you. <span class="player">"Do you come out to see every customer?"</span>, you ask trying to break the awkward moment.
<span class="male">"Oh no, I only ever come out to see VIP's and you are certainly a VIP in my eyes. So would you like to come and spend some time with me? I'm sure I have a bottle of something somewhere. Or are you here to check out the holes from the other side?"</span>, Qwick retorts, springing back to his usual happy self.<<else>><span class="male">"Couldn't keep yourself away"</span>, laughs the large shirtless, bold man you know as Mr Qwick. <span class="male">"Not even working and you still come to see me, I'm honoured. Or are you just here to play with the holes? I'll let you spend your G.G.P here if you want to play, seems a fair enough deal, and I can probably get repaid by the accounting department"</span>, he continues, his hands moving as if he's making trying to make a calculation.<</if>>
Do you:
[[Ask to use the glory hole|Glory Hole Options]]
[[Ask him if you can spend some time with him|Glory Hole Spend Time With Mr Qwick]]
<<if $mobileView>><a data-passage="Sexual Hub">Leave building</a><<else>><div align="center"><a data-passage="Sexual Hub"><img src="TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitDark.jpg" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitLight.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitDark.jpg'"/></a></div><</if>>The glory hole seems to be closed to you at the moment. Maybe this service will open up to you at a later point, you decide, turing around.
Do you:
[[Decide to stop using the glory-hole for now|Glory Hole]]You decide to spend more time with Mr.Qwick. Joyfully he nods, and ushers you into a side room, steering you with one huge hand. The room seems to be a rather informal office, a desk filled with scattered paperwork cluing you in. However, between the pool table, the pinball machine, tv, and mini fridge, you get the feeling that the gentle giant of a man doesn’t get a lot of work done in here. Offering you a seat on the sofa, he grabs a couple of bottles out of the mini fridge, popping the tops off with his bare hands. Presenting one to you, you don’t recognise the brand, the text on the bottle rather foreign and confusing looking, though a little image of a mostly naked pigtailed girl in lederhosen gives you a clue to the origin.
Laughing joyfully as he guzzles his beer, Mr.Qwick tells you how glad he is that you’ve come to visit, as otherwise he’d likely just be sitting around bored, trying to figure an excuse not to work. He regales you with a number of bawdy stories of drunken nights, and hot sexual encounters gone wrong, all the time roaring with genuine feeling laughter. As you chat more, you both relax in his man cave of an office, enjoying the break. You even play a bit of pool, Mr.Qwick skilfully prodding you into it. Seeing a brief respite in the conversation as he messes with pool ques, you decide what to do next.
Do you:
[[Finish spending time with Mr Qwick|Glory Hole]]<span class="male">"An extremely simple procedure"</span>, answers Dr.Radcliff as you point out your selection, <span class="male">"The subjects normally see a noticeable alteration in their physical features. Smaller noses, longer eyelashes, softer skin, etc. Really it's just a top up of your initial treatment"</span>.
He gestures for you to stay where you are as he begins looking in a desk drawer. Coming back after a moment with a small vial, filled with a clear liquid, in hand. <span class="male">"The treatment is already effective within your body, this really is just a mild extra dose. All you need to do is drink this vial, the extra genetic material within it will directed and utilised by the existing treatment in your system to make your desired improvements"</span>, Radcliff explains.
Your worries at least partially mitigated, you take the vial and swallow its contents. It tastes of faintly of strawberries you think as the liquid flows down your throat. With nothing else to do but wait you take a seat, thinking it best to be sitting just in case something weird happens. After 5 minutes you can't say you can recognise any changes, you feel a little warm but that's it.
You signal for Dr.Radcliff, worried that nothing has changed. However from the smile on his face your concerns quickly disappear. The doctor looks on appraisingly for a moment, before walking over with a small mirror in hand. You can clearly see that your face is now more feminine, having become <<checkFem>> in appearance.
[["Did you want anything else?"|Clinic General Transformation Options]] Asks the doctor smiling.
<span class="male">"An extremely simple procedure, but are you sure you want to undo all of the good work we've been doing?"</span>, answers Dr.Radcliff as you point out your selection, <span class="male">"The subjects normally see a noticeable alteration in their physical features. bulkier noses, increases in build, thicker skin, etc. Really it's just a top up of your initial treatment, well in reverse, but it's the same theory behind it"</span>.
He gestures for you to stay where you are as he begins looking in a desk drawer. Coming back after a moment with a small vial, filled with a clear liquid, in hand. <span class="male">"The treatment is already effective within your body, this really is just a mild extra dose. All you need to do is drink this vial, the extra genetic material within it will directed and utilised by the existing treatment in your system to make your desired improvements"</span>, Radcliff explains.
Your worries at least partially mitigated, you take the vial and swallow its contents. It tastes of faintly of lemons you think as the liquid flows down your throat. With nothing else to do but wait you take a seat, thinking it best to be sitting just in case something weird happens. After 5 minutes you can't say you can recognise any changes, you feel a little warm but that's it.
You signal for Dr.Radcliff, worried that nothing has changed. However from the proud look on his face your concerns quickly disappear. The doctor looks on appraisingly for a moment, before walking over with a small mirror in hand. You can clearly see that your face is now more masculine, having become <<checkFem>> in appearance.
[["Did you want anything else?"|Clinic General Transformation Options]] Asks the doctor smiling.You ask to have your hair cut, pointing at the wall-mounted menu. Anna gives a short bow, chiming quietly a, <span class="female">"Yes <<if $femininity >=0>>miss<<else>>mister<</if>>, a very good choice"</span>. Gently directing you towards one of the comfortable salon hair treatment chairs she runs over to a table top, looking over a tray containing a selection of scissors and hair styling tools.
<span class="female">"<<if $femininity >=0>>Miss<<else>>Mister<</if>> $firstName, thank you for letting me cut your hair ... with all the new technical treatments ... I just don't get to do it myself much. Don't worry though ... I'm properly trained. Just thanks, <<if $femininity >=0>>miss<<else>>mister<</if>>"</span>, the quiet woman explains, occasionally stopping to collect herself, a slightly wistful look in her eyes.
A moments pause later she picks up the tray of supplies, placing it on top of a wheeled cart, which she rolls over to your seat. Without a word she gets to work, combing, cutting, occasionally spraying your hair with a number of different spray bottles. Looking in the mirror you can see the concentration etched on Anna's face, cutting your hair with the meticulous detail of an expert.
About 10 minutes later she puts down the scissors and comb, taking a step back. Her face somewhere in between an excited giddiness and her usual submissive attitude. <span class="female">"Is <<if $femininity >=0>>miss<<else>>mister<</if>> happy with the new hair cut?"</span>, she asks, picking up a hand mirror from the counter, holding it behind you so that you can get a full view of your freshly cut hair.
Your $hairColour hair is now <<checkHair>>, now in a $hairStyle. Smiling, you nod your assent. Anna gives you a wide, heart warming smile, obviously glad you are content with her work.
Happy with your new hair cut [[you go back to considering salon treatments|Salon Transformation Options]]
You ask to have your hair lengthened, pointing at the wall-mounted menu. Anna gives a short bow, chiming quietly a, <span class="female">"Yes <<if $femininity >=0>>miss<<else>>mister<</if>>, a very good choice"</span>. Gently directing you towards one of the comfortable salon hair treatment chairs she runs over to a table top, looking over a tray containing a selection of scissors and hair styling tools.
<span class="female">"<<if $femininity >=0>>Miss<<else>>Mister<</if>> $firstName, thank you for letting me grow out your hair ... with all the new technical treatments ... I just don't get to do a lot of manual work, myself, much. Don't worry though ... I'm properly trained. Just thanks, <<if $femininity >=0>>miss<<else>>mister<</if>>"</span>, the quiet woman explains, occasionally stopping to collect herself, a slightly wistful look in her eyes.
A moments pause later she picks up the tray of supplies, placing it on top of a wheeled cart, which she rolls over to your seat. Without a word she gets to work, combing, spraying your hair with a number of different spray bottles, ocassionally cutting sections to ensure an even growth. Your hair folicules tingle with heat, as you see your hair grow out in front of your eyes. Looking in the mirror you can see the concentration etched on Anna's face, growing and trimming your hair with the meticulous detail of an expert.
About 10 minutes later she puts down the scissors and comb, taking a step back. Her face somewhere in between an excited giddiness and her usual submissive attitude. <span class="female">"Is <<if $femininity >=0>>miss<<else>>mister<</if>> happy with the new hair growth?"</span>, she asks, picking up a hand mirror from the counter, holding it behind you so that you can get a full view of your freshly grown out hair.
Your $hairColour hair is now <<checkHair>>, its style now $hairStyle. Smiling, you nod your assent. Anna gives you a wide, heart warming smile, obviously glad you are content with her work.
Happy with your new hair growth [[you go back to considering salon treatments|Salon Transformation Options]]
<<set $ggp -= 100>>Finally arriving at your destination, you find yourself in a vast room. Bare except for rows and rows of dildo mounted sex devices and a large mat containing an open chest of sex toys. A wide array of women and even a few men are scattered across the room, orally servicing the various devices. On the mat, a gaggle of girls sit, playing with dildos, swallowing them as deep as they can, poking them at each other, their behaviour playfully ludic in nature. A screen next to the door lights up with the avatar of Alice. <span class="neutral">"Thank you for selecting to refine your oral sex skills. 100 G.G.P has been removed from your account, please wait whilst I determine the best possible training regime for your needs"</span>, her monotone voice chimes. <<if $oralSexSkill == 3>><span class="neutral">"Your oral sex ability is already perfect, training defaults to maintaining current skill level"</span>, the AI continues after a moment pause. <</if>>
<<if $oralSexSkill == 0>><<include [[Oral Training Trained]]>><<elseif $oralSexSkill == 1>><<include [[Oral Training Expert]]>><<elseif $oralSexSkill == 2>><<include [[Oral Training Master]]>><<else>><<set $random = random(1,3)>><<if $random == 1>><<include [[Oral Training Extra 1]]>><<elseif $random == 2>><<include [[Oral Training Extra 2]]>><<elseif $random == 3>><<include [[Oral Training Extra 3]]>><</if>><</if>>
With your training complete you clean up and [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]].<<set $ggp -= 100>>Finally arriving at your destination, you find yourself in the sexual services hub, a huge multi-tiered atrium lined with storefronts offering everything from glory-hole blow jobs to romantic dinner dates. In the middle of the main plaza sits a completely naked woman<<if $exhbitionismSkill >=1>> you know as Ashley<</if>>, a large chest on the floor next to her. Upon seeing you she gets up and begins waving you over, <span class="female">"Over here $firstName, I've got you down for some exhibitionist training so get a move on and let’s have some fun"</span>. You're paying for it and she seems to know what you're here for so you head over quickly.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/AshleyLarge.png]]</div>
<<if $exhibitionismSkill == 0>><<include [[Exhibitionism Training Trained]]>><<elseif $exhibitionismSkill == 1>><<include [[Exhibitionism Training Expert]]>><<elseif $exhibitionismSkill == 2>><<include [[Exhibitionism Training Master]]>><<else>><<if $ashleyRelationship <=95>><<set $ashleyRelationship +=5>><<else>><<set $ashleyRelationship =100>><</if>><<set $random = random(1,3)>><span class="female">"Well, there’s little more I can teach you but if you just want to play some more I’m more than happy to oblige"</span>, Ashley smiles, a happy grin on her face as you approach. <<if $random == 1>><<include [[Exhibitionism Training Extra 1]]>><<elseif $random == 2>><<include [[Exhibitionism Training Extra 2]]>><<elseif $random == 3>><<include [[Exhibitionism Training Extra 3]]>><</if>><</if>>with your training complete, you clean up and <a data-passage="Travel Back">travel back to your room</a>.You enter, <span class="neutral">"The Fainting Goat"</span> bar, a rough looking drinking establishment with a large wooden sign hanging above the entrance featuring a rather grumpy looking goat. Inside, the bar is comfortable, but less well maintained than many of the places you've encountered within the facility, sticky floors and large stains indicate that this place needs a good cleaning.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Signs/FaintingGoat.png]]</div>
<<if visited()<=1>>As you make your way to the bar you notice that the majority of the bars' patrons are agents wearing the familiar regulation body armour. You start to feel a bit nervous, questioning whether coming in here was a good idea. Just as you're about to turn around you feel a padded hand on your shoulder.
<span class="male">"Where you think you're heading then, don't get many of your type in here. This place is for the lads who work here and their sluts, and you certainly don't look like you work for the gov"</span>, leers a voice from behind you, accompanied with a shove from behind as the man thrusts against your behind. Even with the armoured crotch you're sure you can feel an excessive bulge within his pants. You start to get nervous, worried how this is going to end, not wanting to really annoy the guards after the horror stories you've already heard.
Just then you hear a familiar voice coming from a barstool to your left, <span class="male">"Get off Burt, that one’s mine. Anyway, you know you're more interested in fucking goats, why’d you go bothering a trainee in the first place"</span>. The last part sounding playful but with an underlying derision that you can see is clearly picked up on. Looking over, you spot the familiar silhouette of Agent Davis, a glass of whiskey in hand, his helmet off, instead placed on the bar next to him. Seemingly chastised by the small response, the man, Burt, let’s go of you, returning to a stool at the bar. Davis waves you over to him with his glass. <span class="male">"If you're here, might as well get a drink with me, you look like you need it"</span>, he proffers as he downs the rest of his glass, before asking for two more from the old man behind the bar.
You sit on open stool next to Agent Davis, almost immediately being proffered your own glass of strong smelling whiskey. You take a sip to calm your nerves and are surprised by the strong alcoholic beverage, choking a little. Davis laughs good naturedly rubbing your back as you regain your breath, <span class="male">"Seems like you're having a shit day, want to hang out for a bit, at least until these lot clear out and you can get out of here without hassle. Some of these guys get mean when they're drunk so watch out around here"</span>.
Seeing no other option really you wait at the bar nursing your drink until the coast is clear, Davis occasionally making small talk about little things like his favourite drinks or the weird stuff he's seen in the facility. After a while the bar calms down and it looks like you'll be able to leave unmolested. <span class="male">"If you want to keep talking you're free to stay longer"</span>, Davis adds as he sees you look at the doorway.<<else>>As you make your way to the bar it isn't too busy but you do spot many agents wearing their regulation government body armour, amongst them, the familiar silhouette of Agent Davis a glass of whiskey in hand, his helmet off, instead placed on the bar next to him. Seeing you arrive he waves you over with his glass. <span class="male">"If you're here, might as well get a drink with me"</span>, he proffers as he downs the rest of his glass.<</if>>
Do you:
[[Approach the bartender|The Fainting Goat Bar Drinks Menu]]
[[Ask Davis if you can spend some time with him|The Fainting Goat Spend Time With Agent Davis]]
<<if $mobileView>><a data-passage="Recreational Hub">Leave building</a><<else>><div align="center"><a data-passage="Recreational Hub"><img src="TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitDark.jpg" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitLight.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitDark.jpg'"/></a></div><</if>>You decide to spend more time with Agent Davis. Sitting up at the bar, you chat for a little while, with Davis taking charge of the conversation, mostly <<if $davisRelationship <25>>small talk of little meaning and anecdotes about people you've never met<<elseif $davisRelationship >=25 && $davisRelationship <50>>small talk of little meaning, interspersed with questions about how you've been doing<<elseif $davisRelationship >=50 && !$davisDating>>small talk filled with in jokes between the two of you, Davis spends a fair amount of time asking how you've been and listening to your problems<<else>>small talk, interspersed with compliments towards you. Davis attentively asks about how you've been, working hard to determine if you've been mistreated by anyone<</if>>. Overall, it's quite relaxing, just having a quick drink with someone, with nothing to worry about. Seeing an opening in the conversation as Davis takes a drink you think about what to do next.
Do you:
<<if $actionAmountCurrent >= $actionLimit>>You're too tired to hang out with Davis at the moment, maybe if some time passed you'd be ready to try again?<<else>>[[Hang out with Davis|The Fainting Goat Hang Out With Agent Davis][if($davisRelationship<=98){$davisRelationship += 2;}else{$davisRelationship = 100;}; $actionAmountCurrent += 1]]<</if>>
[[Ask Davis about himself|Agent Davis Ask About Self]]
[[Ask Davis about what he wants in a partner|Agent Davis Ask What He Wants In A Partner]]
[[Ask Davis about what happens to people who cause trouble around here|Agent Davis Ask Trouble Makers]]
[[Ask Davis about what the treatment is|Agent Davis Ask What Is The Treatment]]<<if $davisAttitude == 2 && $davisDating == true && $inventory.indexOf("Model jet kit") != -1>><br><br>[[Give Davis the model jet kit|The Fainting Goat Give Gift To Davis][if($davisRelationship<=98){$davisRelationship += 2;}else{$davisRelationship = 100;}; $davisAttitude = 1]]<</if>><<if $aliceQuestStarted && !$aliceQuestComplete && $inventory.indexOf("R&D Department key card") == -1>><br><br>[[Ask Davis whether he can get you a key card for R&D storage|Agent Davis Ask Him To Borrow A Key Card]]<</if>>
[[Finish spending time with Agent Davis|The Fainting Goat Bar]]Seeing an opening in the conversation, you take the opportunity to ask Agent Davis a bit more about himself. <span class="player">"So how did you end up working for 'The Repurposing Center'?"</span>, you casually ask, smoothly slipping your question into the conversation as he takes a drink.
A surprised look fills his face, unsure of where the question came from, <span class="male">"Sure, I mean it's not a secret or anything. You know how it is for work, options are limited, and I had a fairly large group of younger brothers and sisters, my mam couldn't afford to look after everyone without some support so I signed on for government service. Did some training, standard stuff. So, ten years of mostly civilian deployment, extra muscle for the police, guard duty, normal stuff. Pay was decent when you're living in government accommodation and I sent a chunk home to help out. After that I'd finished my commitment and got offered to work here on a normal contract. Some grab work, some guarding work, occasionally knocking in some skulls when things go to shit. On the upside, I get a good pay, free access to the girls, and if I get bored here, maybe want to do something else, I've got enough savings to do what I want. Overall, I'm not complaining, though it does get me feeling weary sometimes. Had a friend who used to call it weltschmerz, whatever that means"</span>, he finishes, smiling as he goes through it all.
<span class="player">"So, if you weren't working here, what would you be doing?"</span>, you ask, curious if he has any plans for the future other than working at the facility.
<span class="male">"I don't know. Maybe settle down, find a wife. Always have wondered about opening a hotel or something like that, not something big, just something small out in country where its quieter. Sounds a pretty good deal really, get some staff to do the cleaning and all you've got to do is say 'hi' and take their money. Plus, I like handling DIY projects, if I opened up a hotel or something I'd get to do some handyman work, maybe some building projects even"</span>, he continues, almost wistfully.
Seeing no more conversation to be had on this topic you [[return to drinking with Davis|The Fainting Goat Spend Time With Agent Davis]].Seeing an opening in the conversation, you take the opportunity to ask Agent Davis what sort of partner he's into. <span class="player">"So, if you had to pick out your perfect partner, what would they be like?"</span>, you casually ask, smoothly slipping your question into the conversation as he takes a drink.
Caught by surprise from the topic the agent coughs and splutters on his drink, taking a moment to get his breath back before laughing, <span class="male">"Good one, why you thinking of setting me up with someone?"</span>. Taking a pause, he continues, <span class="male">"alright then, if you must know. I'm just looking for a normal girl, someone I can settle down with. You know, picket fences, home cooked meals, couples stuff"</span>.
<span class="player">"That's it?"</span>, you counter ,<span class="player">"Nothing else? with everything they do here you just want someone normal?"</span>
Looking for a moment nervous he continues, <span class="male">"Well yeah. I mean I'm not against anything they do here really, I'm not a fan of muscles or tough girls really but other than that I don't care if she has a tail or not if you catch my drift. Just so long as she's genuinely interested, a girl and not too muscly then I'm not too picky after that"</span>.
Pressing on you continue, <span class="player">"So what about in the bedroom then?"</span>.
Looking up somewhat uncomfortably from his drink he adds, <span class="male">"Alright, someone is really digging deep today. If you must know I like being in charge, what that means depends on the girl. That's all I'm saying"</span>, he finishes returning to his drink.
Seeing no more conversation to be had on this topic you [[return to drinking with Davis|The Fainting Goat Spend Time With Agent Davis]].<<addToWardrobe "Black Fishnet Bodysuit">>You bring the Black Fishnet Bodysuit to the shops counter.
<span class="bimbo">"This is so you, it's sheer and sexy, and like, anyone who sees you in this can see everything. You'll be covered in guys in no time I bet, you're super lucky for finding this, I'm totally jealous"</span> Tilly jokingly pouts, as she finishes processing your order.
[img[TRCimgs/Shop Items/BagPink.png]]
With your purchase complete you [[return to shopping|Shop Stock]].
<<addToWardrobe "Pink Miniskirt With No Top">>You bring the Pink Miniskirt With No Top to the shops counter.
<span class="bimbo">"This is so daring, I don't think I could be any prouder. You're going to be wearing pink, which is the awesome-est colour already and not wearing a top which is super awesome too. I'll bet you're going to be super sexy slut in this, everyone watching as you bounce around with everything out to see, just talking about it makes me want to fuck myself"</span> Tilly giggles, as she finishes processing your order.
[img[TRCimgs/Shop Items/BagPink.png]]
With your purchase complete you [[return to shopping|Shop Stock]].
<font size="5"><u><b>Hints/Tips</b></u></font>
<ul>
<li>Days are split up so that players can undertake 3 major actions a day (jobs, training or contacting npcs for dates), make use of your free time in the sandbox to change your appearance and find out more about npcs.</li>
<li>Some appearance traits and training will affect the outcome or pay of some jobs, it might be beneficial to get more severe transformations early to benefit from them.</li>
<li>Remember that removing transformations is normally more expensive than gaining them in the first place, plan appropriately.</li>
<li>Upkeep might be small but it's there and paid at the end of every day, remember to keep some G.G.P spare just in case.</li>
<li>You can recover from almost any change, it might just take a while and a bucket load of G.G.P. Don't be too discouraged if you end up with a transformation you don't like.</li>
<li>A submissive start can lead to a large starting pool of G.G.P and extra progress towards feminine transformations, during the introduction look out for the option of an extra dose of the treatment.</li>
<li>The AI (Alice) wants you to be submissive and will side against you in decisions unless you're submissive or are obviously trained in appropriate skills for the situation. You've been warned, she just wants to see you prosper.</li>
<li>Pink text indicates bimbo speech, or bimbo concepts.</li>
<li>You can within a time slot have casual sex (or masturbate) or hang out with characters, a limited number of times, spend these choices wisely.</li>
<li>To increase your action limit, invest in a room size increase in the store. There may be other methods too, so look around for them.</li>
<li>Some sandbox locations won't open up until you undertake certain jobs or training. And, some jobs and training won't open up until you've investigated certain sandbox locations. Searching around can open up lots of new options for you, so keep your eyes open.</li>
</ul>
<b><u>Endings List - contains spoilers</u></b>
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- Ending 1: Your Big Problems (all)
- Ending 2: Just Another Doll in a Doll Store (all)
- Ending 3: Trying It All Over from the Start (ABDL/Diaper)
- Ending 4: You Got a Little Lucky (ABDL/Diaper)
- Ending 5: The Ultimate Roommate (all)
- Ending 6: Forging Your Own Way (all)
- Ending 7: Tiny Repercussions (all)
- Ending 8: Corporate Footstool (all)
- Ending 9: A Hole In A Wall (all)
- Ending 10: Horsing Around (all)
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[[Hints/Tips]]Seeing an opening in the conversation, you take the opportunity to ask Agent Davis a bit more about the facility. <span class="player">"So, after all those hints about staying out of trouble, what does happen to people who cause trouble around here?"</span>, you casually ask, smoothly slipping your question into the conversation as he takes a drink.
Looking up from his drink he answers, <span class="male">"Don't go thinking about causing trouble in the first place. But if you must know, they basically come out the other end as snarge"</span>.
Confused you ask, <span class="male">"What's snarge?"</span>.
<span class="male">"Oh, sorry, forgot who I was talking to for a second. It's basically what’s left over when a bird hits a plane. It's a real mess. If you're looking for a proper answer, then I guess it varies. Some end up transformed into <span class="bimbo">Fuck Dolls</span>, others end up in all sorts of weird places; permanent fixtures, industrial dairy’s, completely addled fuck pets. They get a choice from a list, from what I hear most select becoming <span class="bimbo">Fuck Dolls</span> because it's the least bad choice. Like I said, don't cause any trouble, it all can get a lot worse"</span>, Davis lectures.
Seeing no more conversation to be had on this topic you [[return to drinking with Davis|The Fainting Goat Spend Time With Agent Davis]].Seeing an opening in the conversation, you take the opportunity to ask Agent Davis a bit more about himself. <span class="player">"So, what actually is the treatment we all get when we first come here?"</span>, you casually ask, smoothly slipping your question into the conversation as he takes a drink.
Looking up from his drink he answers, <span class="male">"Go ask a doctor or a scientist, I don't really get it anyway"</span>.
Hoping you can get some more information from him you continue on, <span class="player">"You've been around here a while right? You must have heard something?"</span>.
<span class="male">"Alright, I know a few things, just don't go acting up about it. So, everyone who works here gets a shot too that does something similar, it's filled with tiny robots that live in your blood stream, supposed to help them track you, keep you healthy, you know normal stuff. Apparently they use a stronger version on the trainees who get brought in, the things reprogram your body, make changes, add hormones and stuff. Had a doctor once try and explain it all to me but I couldn't figure out any of it, guy just kept talking about ... what was it ... cohomology or something, something about sequences anyway. The guy was pretty boring so I didn't catch on to much but we were stuck in the back of a van for hours do a transport run, so I didn't have much choice"</span>, reminisces the agent.
Seeing no more conversation to be had on this topic you [[return to drinking with Davis|The Fainting Goat Spend Time With Agent Davis]].<<if $submission < -50>><<set $submission += 5>><</if>>Travelling through the facility, you arrive at the listed destination, a door that reads, <span class="neutral">"Sarah's Den of Opulence - staff entrance"</span>. Opening the door, you enter into a small room. Well decorated, yet relatively empty except a set of lockers seats to your left. Fine wallpaper, thick carpets, and an expensive chandelier light, make the room, though small, feel well cared for and just a little over the top. A single wooden door sits on the wall facing you.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/SarahLarge.png]]</div>
Sitting behind an imposing desk to your immediate right is a tall looking woman wearing an expensive suit. Her long brown hair tied up in a neat bun. Upon seeing you she gestures you over whilst looking at a screen on her desk.
<<if visited("Brothel Job First Time") >0>><span class="female">"Good, you're on time. Clothes off and in the lockers, then <<if $sexualPreference != 3>>tell me what clients you're up for seeing today<<else>>you can get to seeing some clients<</if>>"</span>, the imperious woman you know as Miss Sarah intones, never looking up from her tablet screen. Following orders <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>you're already naked so don't need to get undressed<</if>>. Thinking over what sort of clients you want to work with today.
<<if $sexualPreference == 3>>[[Get to work|Brothel Job Mixed]]<<else>>Do you:<<if $sexualPreference != 1>><br><br>[[Select male clients|Brothel Job Male]]<</if>><<if $sexualPreference != 2>><br><br>[[Select female clients|Brothel Job Female]]<</if>><<if $sexualPreference ==0>><br><br>[[Select mixed clients|Brothel Job Mixed]]<</if>><</if>>
<<else>><span class="female">"I see you've finally arrived. I'll make this simple then, I'm not here to be your friend, end of. You're working for me and if you mess up, or piss off a client. Then I'll do everything in my power to see you reduced to a drooling husk of your former self begging for cock in every hole"</span>, the imperious woman intones, taking a moment to let this all set in for you. <span class="female">"Now, I don't know if you have any idea what you're doing, so rather than making my establishment look bad, I'm going to be your first client. I'm called Sarah to my friends and clients, but you're neither, so instead you'll refer to me as Miss Sarah, and maybe it'll help you get it through your head that when you're in my brothel I own you. So, the first direction that I'll give you whenever you come in, is to remove all your clothing and place them in the lockers behind you. If I want you clothed for a client, I'll offer you clothes"</span>.
Not wanting to further anger the ill-tempered woman <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>you're already naked so don't need to get undressed<</if>>. <span class="female">"Good"</span>, nods Miss Sarah, looking you over, <span class="female">"I can work with this"</span>, she murmurs to herself.
Opening the wooden door out of the room, she leads you down a plush red themed corridor, decorated with paintings and wall tapestries. You even make out a few weapons mounted on the walls, tasteful placards describing what they are, including a dark ages short sword that once belonged to a lord and a kusarigama that apparently was used by a famed assassin. Following onward you finally arrive at a door listed, <span class="neutral">"The Queen Suite"</span>, which your boss opens by simply approaching. As she enters, she looks back at you impatiently as if asking if you're coming in.
Do you:
[[Comply happily ready to start your new job|Brothel Job First Time][$submitted = true; $resisted = false; if($submission <= 95){$submission += 5;}else{$submission = 100;}; $ggp +=200; $timesMasturbated +=1]]
[[Resigned to the situation comply and enter|Brothel Job First Time][$submitted = false; $resisted = false; $ggp +=100; $timesMasturbated +=1]]
[[Refuse, you've changed your mind|Brothel Job First Time][$submitted = false; $resisted = true; if($submission >= -95){$submission -= 5;}else{$submission = -100;}; $ggp +=50; $timesMasturbated +=1; $numberOfComplaints +=1]]<</if>><<if $submitted == true && $resisted == false>>You happily walk into the room, looking forward to what is about to come, curious to see what the imposing brothel mistress has in store for you.<<elseif $submitted == false && $resisted == false>>You nervously walk in, worried about what is about to happen. A part of you doesn't even want to know what the brothel mistress has in store for you.<<else>>Seeing the imposing brothel mistress has given you some space, you decide now is your best chance to make an escape from the situation. Whatever she has planned for you is sure to be bad, and you don't want to stick around to find out. Turning around you make a run back towards where you came from, hoping to escape back through the staff door. As you turn away from her you hear an angry snarl from Miss Sarah, <span class="female">"You're going to regret your choice, very quickly!"</span>.
You rush down the hall, almost colliding with the door, wrenching at the handle. Sadly, the door doesn't seem to budge. Looking over your shoulder you see an extremely oversized man, maybe 7-foot-tall, wearing a tailored suit that looks out of place on his large frame, heading steadily towards you. With no other options at hand you decide to keep trying to open the door, praying you'll get lucky and it'll open in time to offer you an escape. Sadly, that doesn't seem to be the case as you go limp, unable to control your limbs, at the same time as the large man reaches you. He slings you over his shoulder with ease, and takes you back to the room with Miss Sarah.
Approaching you, so that she's face to face with you, Miss Sarah snarls, a dissatisfied look on her face. <span class="female">"Running isn't part of doing a good job. If you tried that with a client, I'd be having you dragged off by security. As is, I'm willing to be forgiving, with a little penance"</span>, turning to the large man she smiles, <span class="female">"Throw him on the bed, tie him off at the corners. After that, feel free to make use of one of the girls, on the house"</span>. Following the stated orders, you quickly find yourself on the bed, your extremities restrained to the corners. It is only now, awaiting whatever unpleasant fate the angry brothel mistress has in store for you, that you regain movement in your limbs.
Miss Sarah approaches a large ball headed rod in hand, the ball end of which vibrates rapidly. <span class="female">"The punishment for trying to run, is that you don't get to orgasm in our little session"</span>, she smirks. Relief washes over you, of all the things you worried about, not getting to orgasm was low on the list.
Teasingly, she lightly presses the wand against your crotch.<<if $vagina>>Your cunt feels amazing, as the vibrations run through your tiny pleasure buzzer<<else>>Your cock feels amazing as the vibrations run through the immensely sensitive slit of your cock head<</if>>. The sex toy is extremely powerful, forcing you to climb towards a climax in less than a minute. The smell of your arousal is heavy on the air, you tense in your bonds in anticipation, your need soon to be gloriously fulfilled. Until the vibrations stop. Looking up you see the sadistic grinning face of Miss Sarah, tutting and wagging a finger at you. <<if $vagina>>Your pussy<<else>>Your dick<</if>> thrums with unfulfilled need <<if !$vagina>>,your balls ache, as if trying to will a release into reality, <</if>>and you moan in frustration. The sadistic gleam still in her eyes, Miss Sarah waits until your arousal begins to dip again before she places the vibrator back against your needy crotch.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Sex Scenes/BrothelInitialResist.jpg]]</div>
Hours pass in tormented frustration, though to you it feels timeless, disorientated by your need. Eventually, practically passed out from frustration, you are surprised as you feel a painful pleasure emerging from your crotch. Looking down you see that Miss Sarah hasn't yet removed the vibrating toy, instead pressing it more firmly into your <<if $vagina>>painfully sensitive clit<<else>>painfully sensitive cock head<</if>>. <span class="female">"I decided to let you cum, your cries of frustration were too cute to go unrewarded, just remember not to cross me again. Next time I might not be in such a good mood"</span>, she grins. You however, at this point are past the point of caring as an amazing full body orgasm rolls over you, causing your <<if $vagina>>overstimulated pussy to spray out fem cum<<else>>overstimulated cock to spray out a heavy load of cum<</if>>, leaving a wet patch over your thighs and stomach. As you slowly recover, Miss Sarah undoes your restraints, almost tenderly stroking the circulation back into your extremities.<</if>><<if $resisted == false>> Seeing you enter willingly, a small smile breaks across the dominant brothel owner's face. <span class="female">"Good, you can follow basic orders at least"</span>, Miss Sarah smirks, <span class="female">"Get on the bed, lie on your back"</span>.
<<if $submission >= 10>>Your submissive tendencies coming through, you immediately follow the order<<else>>You balk a bit at the command, but decide that, at least for now, it's best to follow orders<</if>>. Lying on your back, your body fully on display to the bossy mistress, you expect for her soon to take action, maybe fondling your body a bit to start with. Instead, she takes a seat in a large, high backed chair, one leg draped over one of the seat's arms. Miss Sarah undoes the zip on her suit pants and moves her hand within, you notice a soft sigh produced from the action. <span class="female">"Do everything I say, and we'll both walk out of here happy"</span>, she states, looking over at you domineeringly.
<span class="female">"First, spread your legs"</span>. The command is simple, and not too unusual for what you've experienced in the facility, so you comply without issue. Spreading your legs wide, showing your genitals openly and lewdly to your imposing boss. <span class="female">"Good"</span>, she intones, <span class="female">"Now start playing with yourself, I want to see your eyes on me at all times"</span>. Again, a relatively simple order, reaching down with both hands, you <<if $vagina>>spread your labia wide open, strumming your clit with your other hand<<else>>start to run your hand up and down your cock, your free hand caressing your ball sack<</if>>. You softly moan as the pleasure starts to take over, making the situation feel less uncomfortable as you get more in the mood. Watching Miss Sarah, you see that her free hand is now rubbing her breasts through her shirt, the hand down her pants seems to be moving quicker, still despite a number of small sighs she remains watching you. The look in her eyes is one of dominance and happiness.
<span class="female">"Stop masturbating and lick your hand clean"</span>, you are commanded suddenly, catching you by surprise. Looking down at your hands you see that the hand you've been <<if $vagina>>using to play inside your feminine folds is coated in a thin layer of your juices<<else>>using to work your dick, is covered in a thin layer of pre cum<</if>>.<<if $submission >=10>> Without question, you bring your hand up to your mouth, lavishing your tongue across it, putting on a show for your temporary mistress<<else>> You balk at the command, not wanting to do something as dirty as tasting the by-products of your lust, however, the intense demanding look Miss Sarah casts at you pushes you to gingerly stick your tongue out and taste them<</if>>. The taste is a little salty, but also just a little sweet, if you didn't know so well where it comes from you'd probably very much enjoy it. Pleased by your co-operation, Miss Sarah nods for you to continue your previous masturbation.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Sex Scenes/BrothelInitialSubmit.jpg]]</div>
Continuing your previous technique, you find your orgasm quickly building. Something about this situation, whether it’s the commands, the powerful woman, or maybe even your own nerves, is really pressing you towards a powerful orgasm. Just as you tip over the peak, your orgasm overtaking you, you hear your boss, the brothel mistress, let out a loud groan, reaching the same peak you are. Together you shake in place, watching each other from your positions, as your <<if $vagina>>pussy sprays out fem cum<<else>>cock sprays out a heavy load of cum<</if>>. <span class="female">"Good job"</span>, Miss Sarah tiredly speaks, <span class="female">"I'm happy with your performance, keep that up and you could make a good life for yourself here"</span>.<</if>>
As you get your breath back, you look at the room’s wall-mounted screen, <<if $submitted == true && $resisted == false>><span class="neutral">"Enthusiastic training : G.G.P + 200"</span><<elseif $submitted == false && $resisted == false>><span class="neutral">"Completed training : G.G.P + 100"</span><<else>><span class="neutral">"Reluctant training : G.G.P + 50"</span><</if>>, it reads, plastered in bold text across it. The door behind you clicking open, a towel handed to you by your boss, the brothel mistress, Miss Sarah.
You think about your opinion of what just happened as you travel back to your room, was it:
[[A lot of fun|followDestination('Travel Back')][if($submission <= 95){$submission += 5;}else{$submission = 100;};]]
[[Something you had to do|followDestination('Travel Back')]]
[[Horrible, you don't ever want to be in that situation again|followDestination('Travel Back')][if($submission >= -95){$submission -= 5;}else{$submission = -100;};]]<<set $holderInt = 1>><<set $random = random(1,3)>><<if $random==1>><<include [[Brothel Job Male Client 1]]>><<elseif $random==2>><<include [[Brothel Job Male Client 2]]>><<elseif $random==3>><<include [[Brothel Job Misc Client 1]]>><</if>><<set $holderInt = 0>><<set $random = random(1,3)>><<if $random==1>><<include [[Brothel Job Female Client 1]]>><<elseif $random==2>><<include [[Brothel Job Female Client 2]]>><<elseif $random==3>><<include [[Brothel Job Misc Client 1]]>><</if>><<set $random = random(1,2)>><<if $random == 1>><<set $holderInt = 0>><<elseif $random == 2>><<set $holderInt = 1>><</if>><<set $random = random(1,5)>><<if $random==1>><<include [[Brothel Job Male Client 1]]>><<elseif $random==2>><<include [[Brothel Job Female Client 1]]>><<elseif $random==3>><<include [[Brothel Job Male Client 2]]>><<elseif $random==4>><<include [[Brothel Job Female Client 2]]>><<elseif $random==5>><<include [[Brothel Job Misc Client 1]]>><</if>><span class="male">"Are you sure you want this procedure"</span>, adds Dr.Radcliff as you point out your selection, <span class="male">"The subjects always look so boring when they get rid of their tails"</span>.
The doctor motions for you to lie down face first, in a chair that is again reminiscent of a dentist’s chair. Meanwhile, he searches for something he's yet to explain. This time, however, there are no visible restraints, and, given that you're volunteering for this procedure, you feel less nervous about that and take the seat as instructed.
After a few minutes wait, the doctor returns, a blue glowing, effervescent liquid-filled beaker in hand.
<span class="male">"Okay $firstName, so the procedure is very simple, all I need to do is have you drink the contents of this beaker and then zap you with radiation cannon"</span>, he says motioning at a large cylinder on a strut hanging above you, <span class="male">"You're in safe hands, the treatment should more than protect you, there really is nothing to worry about"</span>.
Your worries at least partially dealt with, you allow the doctor to pour the beakers contents down your throat. It tastes faintly of lemons, you think as he lines up the weird cylinder. Then you hear a !Click! as her presses down a button.
You feel a little heat, your buttocks feeling a little warm but nothing else. You reach back to check whether you still have a tail, though find nothing in your search. The spot where your tail used to reside now only features smooth skin.
The doctor looks on smiling for a moment, before walking over with a small mirror in hand. Looking back, you can see for sure that you no longer have a tail of any sort.
[["Did you want anything else?"|Clinic Anthro Transformation Options]] Asks the doctor smiling.<span class="male">"I love doing this procedure"</span>, adds Dr.Radcliff as you point out your selection, <span class="male">"The subjects always look brilliant with a sexy <<if $tail == 1>>cat<<elseif $tail == 2>>dog<<elseif $tail == 3>>bunny<<elseif $tail == 4>>cow<<elseif $tail == 5>>fox<<elseif $tail == 6>>wolf<<elseif $tail == 7>>dragon<</if>> tail, something they got right in all that anime"</span>.
The doctor motions for you to lie down face first, in a chair that is again reminiscent of a dentist’s chair. Meanwhile, he searches for something he's yet to explain. This time, however, there are no visible restraints, and, given that you're volunteering for this procedure, you feel less nervous about that and take the seat as instructed.
After a few minutes wait, the doctor returns, something resembling a <<if $tail == 1>>cat<<elseif $tail == 2>>dog<<elseif $tail == 3>>bunny<<elseif $tail == 4>>cow<<elseif $tail == 5>>fox<<elseif $tail == 6>>wolf<<elseif $tail == 7>>dragon<</if>> tail in hand.
<span class="male">"Okay $firstName, so the procedure is very simple, all I need to do is put this tail at the base of your spine and then zap you with radiation cannon"</span>, he says motioning at a large cylinder on a strut hanging above you, <span class="male">"You're in safe hands, the treatment should more than protect you, there really is nothing to worry about"</span>.
Your worries at least partially dealt with, you allow the doctor to maneuver the tail like object on you, just above the bum, and line up the weird cylinder. Then you hear a !Click! as her presses down a button.
You feel a little heat, your buttocks feeling a little warm but nothing else. You reach back to check that the '<<if $tail == 1>>cat<<elseif $tail == 2>>dog<<elseif $tail == 3>>bunny<<elseif $tail == 4>>cow<<elseif $tail == 5>>fox<<elseif $tail == 6>>wolf<<elseif $tail == 7>>dragon<</if>> tail' hasn't fallen off only to brush against something very sensitive. In fact, the sensation is so intense that you're prompted to spasm as a response, humping against the seat, your <<if $vagina>>pussy leaving a small puddle of lust<<else>>penis leaking a small glob of pre-cum in response<</if>>, that felt good.
The doctor looks on smiling for a moment, before walking over with a small mirror in hand. Looking back, you can see starting just above your butt, a <<if $tail == 7>>magnificent dragon<<else>>cute, fluffy, <<if $altColour == "none">>$hairColour<<else>>$altColour<</if>> <<if $tail == 1>>cat<<elseif $tail == 2>>dog<<elseif $tail == 3>>bunny<<elseif $tail == 4>>puffball ended cow<<elseif $tail == 5>>fox<<elseif $tail == 6>>wolf<</if>><</if>> tail.
[["Did you want anything else?"|Clinic Anthro Transformation Options]] Asks the doctor smiling.Approaching Ashley, the nude brunettes' smile grows even wider, flipping her chestnut hair over her shoulder, giving you a clear look at her fabulous boobs.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/AshleySmall.png]]</div><<if $ashleyRelationship >=25 && $ashleyRelationship <= 49>>Spotting you, she takes hold of one of her breasts, rolling her thumb across a thick, erect nipple. Moaning seductively, she says, <span class="female">"Back to see me already. Well, can't say I'm not glad to see you. The question is, are you here to talk, or to play?"</span>. Her statement made, she continues fondling herself, her eyes staring straight into your own. She bites her lip, as a particularly large moan erupts from her, yet she never breaks eye contact.<<elseif $ashleyRelationship >=50>>Spotting you, she spreads her legs wide, masturbating herself lewdly in your presence. Her fingers roaming unabashedly around her feminine hole and clit. Moaning breathily, she manages, <span class="female">"I'm glad you came to see me. Whenever I think of you, I can't stop myself from getting all hot and bothered. The question is, are you here to talk, or to help me sort this problem out?"</span>. Her statement made, she continues fondling herself, her eyes staring straight into your own. She bites her lip, as a particularly large moan erupts from her, even louder than the fervent wet slapping of her finger fucking herself, yet she never breaks eye contact with you. Looking longingly into your eyes.<<else>><span class="female">"Back to see me already, and it's not even a scheduled lesson. Naughty. Well, can't say I'm not glad to see you. The question is, are you here to talk, or to play?"</span>. Her statement made, her eyes stare straight into your own. She bites her lip seductively as she lets her hands roam across her curves, never breaking eye contact with you.<</if>>
Do you:<<if $sexualPreference != 2>><br><br><<if $actionAmountCurrent >= $actionLimit>>You're too tired to offer to have casual sex with Ashley at the moment, maybe if some time passed you'd be ready to try again?<<elseif $diaperLocked>>You can't have casual sex with Ashley as you're locked in your diaper<<else>>[[Offer to have casual sex with Ashley|Sexual Hub Sex With Ashley][$actionAmountCurrent += 1; if($ashleyRelationship<=97){$ashleyRelationship += 3;}else{$ashleyRelationship = 100;};]]<</if>><</if>>
<<if $actionAmountCurrent >= $actionLimit>>You're too tired to hang out with Ashley at the moment, maybe if some time passed you'd be ready to try again?<<else>>[[Offer to hang out with Ashley|Sexual Hub Hang Out With Ashley][$actionAmountCurrent += 1; if($ashleyRelationship<=98){$ashleyRelationship += 2;}else{$ashleyRelationship = 100;};]]<</if>>
[[Finish spending time with Ashley|Sexual Hub]]<<set $timesHandJob += 1>><<set $timesMasturbated += 1>>You tell Ashley that you're here to play. The sound she makes in return is practically a purr, a sultry look on her face. <span class="female">"You want to play, then let’s play. But people who want to play, need to get nice and comfortable"</span>, indicating with her hands for you to get naked. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" || $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>You<<if $exhibitionismSkill <3>> nervously<</if>> remove your <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>$currentClothing and $currentUnderwear<<elseif $currentClothing!= "Naked">>$currentClothing<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>$currentUnderwear<</if>> as directed<<if $exhibitionismSkill <3>>, not sure you're ready for such brazen actions<</if>>, leaving you naked in the middle of the public plaza.<<else>>Thankfully you're already naked so don't need to get undressed.<</if>> Being nude in public gives you an embarrassing thrill, sending a pulse of arousal coursing through your body. <<if $currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">><br><br>Meanwhile, as her eyes come across the $currentUnderwear currently lying on the flood, Ashley purrs with delight. Teasingly, she whispers to you, <span class="female">"Now that <i>is</i> embarrassing. I really should have seen that such a glutton for humiliation as you are, that you’d come to me wearing one of those eventually. I guess I’ll just have to remember it the next time I want to see your face go red like a tomato"</span>. Wagging her finger at you playfully, it seems that's all she has to say on the topic, for now at least.<</if>>
<span class="female">"Good, now we can get started"</span>, she moans, as she pounces at you, catching you off-guard. Pressing her body up against you, she rubs her hands down your back, finishing with a tingling smack on your <<checkAss>> ass. Simultaneously, she delivers a deep possessive kiss upon your mouth, her tongue deeply exploring the mysteries of your mouth. Your tongues dance across each other as you passionately make out. Done spanking you, her hands readjust to the back of your head, firmly placed against your <<checkHair>> length $hairColour hair, stopping you from retreating as she takes further control.
Your <<if $breastSize==0>>chest rubs against her prominent D-Cup breasts, two pairs of stiff nipples<<else>>pair of <<checkBreast>> breasts rub against her own prominent D-Cup breasts, two pairs of stiff puffy nipples<</if>> rubbing against each other sensuously as you embrace each other. The sensation sends shocks of hot pleasure through your body, <<if $vagina && !$penis>>making your pussy drip copious feminine fluids down your thighs<<elseif $vagina && $penis>>making your <<checkPenis>> cock stand fully erect as it's rubbed against her, while your pussy drips copious amounts of feminine fluids down your thighs<<else>>making your <<checkPenis>> cock stand fully erect, rubbing frantically against Ashley, a copious flow of pre-cum drips from the end running down your thigh<</if>>, eventually creating a small pool of your lust at your feet. Ashley too seems to be having the same problem, her own thighs slick with her need, mixing together with your own in the puddle at your feet. The smell of your entwined arousal is heavy on the air.
<span class="female">"Time to start playing harder"</span>, she moans into your ear briefly, before returning to her possessive kiss. One of her hands moves down, taking hold of your own and guiding it between her thighs. Once she has guided your fingers deep into her pleasure hole, rocking against them in a steady rhythm, she begins to play with you at the same time. <<if $vagina>>Running her fingers up and down your sensitive folds, she teases your clit and making shallow thrusts into your needy hole<<else>>Running her hand up and down your sensitive rock-hard cock, thumbing the head teasingly<</if>>. Joined in your grinding, kissing and mutual masturbation, you begin to forget that you're doing all of this in the middle of a well-traveled plaza, filled with horny clients looking for sex. Before long you can take no more, climbing quickly towards a towering orgasm, shivering with pleasure as <<if $vagina>>your hot pussy gushes out a flow of fem cum<<else>>your firm dick hoses out a thick flow of cum<</if>>. As if triggered by your own pleasure, Ashley too begins to convulse, moaning loudly as your thighs are coating in her fem cum. Tired from the powerful orgasm you slowly pull back, Ashley stealing a rather sweet kiss from you in the process, as you sit on Ashley's trunk to regain your breath.
<<if $exhibitionismSkill >=2>><<if $penis>><<set $timesYourDickSucked +=1>><<else>><<set $timesYourPussyLicked +=1>><</if>>It’s over, you think to yourself, closing your eyes to rest for a moment. That’s when you hear a thud on the floor in front of you. Flicking your eyes open, you look down to see Ashley is now on her knees at your feet smiling up at you seductively as she licks her lips.
<span class="female">"You didn’t think you’d get away without giving me a taste, did you?"</span>, she smirks, gently prying your legs apart. You probably couldn’t keep them shut if you wanted to with your current levels of exhaustion.
Her head resting between your <<checkThigh>> thighs, she presses her face against <<if $penis>>your rapidly re-hardening dick<<else>>your cunt, still soaked with your juices<</if>>. Taking a deep sniff, as if savouring the moment, she sticks her tongue out teasing your crotch with just the tip. She toys with you like this for a little while, the assembled crowd extremely amused by your tired arousal.
Eventually though she decides to stop toying with you, <<if $penis>>her mouth engulfing your <<checkPenis>> penis in one quick movement. Her warm wet hole feels perfect around your cock and you can’t help but cry out from the pleasure. Bobbing her head up and down with some pace, she presses you on towards her goal, eager to suck down a helping of well-earned cum.<<else>>her mouth latching onto your pussy in one swift movement. Her agile tongue snaking around your needy folds feels amazing and you can’t help but cry out from the pleasure. Swiping her tongue back and forth across your swollen feminine nub, she presses you on towards her goal, eager to drink down a helping of well-earned fem-cum.<</if>>
Your eyes meet and you would almost say that she was smirking, though with her mouth occupied it’s hard to be sure. You almost fall off the trunk as she increases the intensity of her assault, sucking harder, her tongue working overtime. Unable to hold back and too exhausted to resist, you succumb to her skilled ministrations, your <<if $penis>>cock pulsing a load of cum into her mouth<<else>>vagina sending a spray of fem-cum directly into her mouth<</if>>. You feel amazing, unable to control your own spasms. Your <<checkThigh>> thighs wrap tightly around Ashley’s head, only pushing her head further into your crotch, extending your moment of bliss. Finally unclamping them, Ashley looks up at you from the floor, her face streaked with your fluids, a cheeky smile crossing her face, as she licks her lips searching out your cum. <<else>>It’s over, you think to yourself, so exhausted you can barely move.<</if>>
A loud ring of applause cracks out across the plaza as a large crowd of onlookers clap and hoot their applause at your performance. You blush <<if $exhibitionismSkill <3>>heavily<<else>>a little<</if>> as reality comes back to you, and you realise that you just had sex in front of a large crowd of onlookers. Ashley on the other hand is at home in her element, taking a bow and blowing kisses at her admirers. <span class="female">"That was a lot of fun"</span>, she smirks, <span class="female">"You should come and play more often, I really do appreciate it"</span>.<<if $exhibitionismSkill ==3>><br><br>Laughing at Ashley’s playful comments, you stand up and do your own bow, revelling in the adoration of your spectators. Striding over to Ashley, her attention still focused on the crowd, you place your hands on either side of her face and give her a playful kiss, slipping your tongue into her mouth. At first, she looks surprised, but soon you start to feel her tongue tangling lustfully with your own, her eyes speak of her pride in your actions. With a final round of hooting applause, you disentangle yourself, giving one final bow to your onlookers.<</if>>
Your sex session complete, you [[return to talking to Ashley|Sexual Hub Spend Time With Ashley]].Finally arriving at your destination, you find yourself back in the sexual services hub, a huge multi-tiered atrium lined with storefronts offering everything from glory-hole blow jobs to romantic dinner dates. In the middle of the main plaza sits the familiar, completely naked woman you know as Ashley, a large chest on the floor next to her. Upon seeing you she gets up and begins waving you over.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/AshleySmall.png]]</div>
<<if $exhibJob == true>><span class="female">"Over here $firstName! So what brings you back out here? You here to <<if $sexualPreference !=3>>change your preferences for the job<<else>>try and convince me to pay you more<</if>>?"</span>, she says, adding, <span class="female">"I hope you aren't here to quit your job and break my heart"</span>, at the end with a pout.
Do you:<<if $sexualPreference == 0>><br><br>[[Set preference of the job to any clients|Exhibitionist Interrupt Job Confirm][$exhibJobPref = 1]]<<elseif $sexualPreference == 3>><br><br>[[Continue with the job|Exhibitionist Interrupt Job Confirm][$exhibJobPref = 1]]<</if>><<if $sexualPreference == 0>><br><br>[[Set preference of the job to male clients|Exhibitionist Interrupt Job Confirm][$exhibJobPref = 2]]<<elseif $sexualPreference == 2>><br><br>[[Continue with the job|Exhibitionist Interrupt Job Confirm][$exhibJobPref = 2]]<</if>><<if $sexualPreference == 0>><br><br>[[Set preference of the job to only female clients|Exhibitionist Interrupt Job Confirm][$exhibJobPref = 3]]<<elseif $sexualPreference == 1>><br><br>[[Continue with the job|Exhibitionist Interrupt Job Confirm][$exhibJobPref = 3]]<</if>>
[[Quit the job|Exhibitionist Interrupt Job Decline][$exhibJob = false;]]<<else>><span class="female">"Over here $firstName! So you want to know more about being a public whore? Guess you couldn't get enough after our play session. Well, the job is pretty simple. Your <<if $sexualPreference !=3>>preference of <</if>>clients will randomly come up to you as you're going about your business, and normally make use of you when you travel, having sex with you wherever you are. You get paid for every client and, if you're skilled at it, you'll see more clients. See, simple. So, you up for it?"</span>, she says, adding, <span class="female">"Could be a lot of fun"</span>, at the end with a wink.
Do you:<<if $sexualPreference == 0>><br><br>[[Agree to the job with any clients|Exhibitionist Interrupt Job Confirm][$exhibJob = true; $exhibJobPref = 1]]<<elseif $sexualPreference == 3>><br><br>[[Agree to the job|Exhibitionist Interrupt Job Confirm][$exhibJob = true; $exhibJobPref = 1]]<</if>><<if $sexualPreference == 0>><br><br>[[Agree to the job with only male clients|Exhibitionist Interrupt Job Confirm][$exhibJob = true; $exhibJobPref = 2]]<<elseif $sexualPreference == 2>><br><br>[[Agree to the the job|Exhibitionist Interrupt Job Confirm][$exhibJob = true; $exhibJobPref = 2]]<</if>><<if $sexualPreference == 0>><br><br>[[Agree to the job with only female clients|Exhibitionist Interrupt Job Confirm][$exhibJob = true; $exhibJobPref = 3]]<<elseif $sexualPreference == 1>><br><br>[[Agree to the job|Exhibitionist Interrupt Job Confirm][$exhibJob = true; $exhibJobPref = 3]]<</if>>
[[Decline the job|Exhibitionist Interrupt Job Decline]]<</if>><<if $exhibitionismSkill == 1>><<set $random = random(8,20)>><<elseif $exhibitionismSkill == 2>><<set $random = random(6,15)>><<elseif $exhibitionismSkill == 3>><<set $random = random(4,10)>><</if>><<set $exhibJobCountDown = $random>>For a moment Ashley taps at a tablet she picks off the floor. Then smiling, Ashley continues, <span class="female">"Great, so you're all set up for exhibitionist whoring. I've got you down as,<<if $exhibJobPref == 1>> open for sex with anyone<<elseif $exhibJobPref == 2>> open for sex with only men<<elseif $exhibJobPref == 3>> open for sex with only women<</if>>. If you want to change it at any point, come back here and talk to me. Also, you could always come back and quit, but that would make me sad, and you don't want that do you?"</span>, finishing with an obviously fake pout.
Your task complete you <a data-passage="Travel Back">travel back to your room</a>.
For a moment Ashley taps at a tablet she picks off the floor. Then frowning, Ashley continues, <span class="female">"Great, so you're not working as a public whore. I guess you probably have your reasons but it just seems sad that you decided against the job. I'll try not to take it as an insult"</span>, she finishes with a pout plastered across her face.
Your task complete you <a data-passage="Travel Back">travel back to your room</a>.<<if $exhibitionismSkill == 1>><<set $random = random(8,20)>><<elseif $exhibitionismSkill == 2>><<set $random = random(6,15)>><<elseif $exhibitionismSkill == 3>><<set $random = random(4,10)>><</if>><<set $exhibJobCountDown = $random>><<set $random = random(1,3)>><<if $random == 1 && $exhibitionismSkill >= 3>><<if $exhibJobPref == 1>><<set $random = random(1,2)>><<if $random == 1>><<include [[Exhib Job Interrupt Male Sex 1]]>><<elseif $random == 2>><<include [[Exhib Job Interrupt Female Sex 1]]>><</if>><<elseif $exhibJobPref == 2>><<set $random = random(1,1)>><<if $random == 1>><<include [[Exhib Job Interrupt Male Sex 1]]>><</if>><<elseif $exhibJobPref == 3>><<set $random = random(1,1)>><<if $random == 1>><<include [[Exhib Job Interrupt Female Sex 1]]>><</if>><</if>><hr><b>Earnings Report - Exhibitionist Public Penetrative Sex</b>
<<set $earnings = 200>><<set $earnings += $exhibitionismSkill *25>><<if $breastSize >=4>><<set $earnings += 50>><</if>><<if $assSize >=2>><<set $earnings += 50>><</if>><<if $penis && $penisSize >= 3>><<set $earnings += 50>><</if>><<if $currentClothing == "Naked">><<set $earnings += 100>><</if>><<if $currentUnderwear == "Naked">><<set $earnings += 50>><</if>><<if $vagina && $vaginalSexSkill !=0>><<set $earnings += $vaginalSexSkill * 50>><</if>><<if $penis && $penisSexSkill !=0>><<set $earnings += $penisSexSkill * 50>><</if>><<set $ggp += $earnings>>You performed penetrative sex in public: G.G.P + 200
Bonus for your exhibitionism skill: <<set $holderInt = $exhibitionismSkill*25>>G.G.P + $holderInt <<if $breastSize >=4>><br><br>Bonus for big breasts : G.G.P + 50<</if>><<if $assSize >=2>><br><br>Bonus for big ass : G.G.P + 50<</if>><<if $penis && $penisSize >= 3>><br><br>Bonus for big cock : G.G.P + 50<</if>><<if $currentClothing == "Naked">><br><br>Bonus for being nude : G.G.P + 100<</if>><<if $currentUnderwear == "Naked">><br><br>Bonus for having no underwear on : G.G.P + 50<</if>><<if $vagina && $vaginalSexSkill !=0>><br><br>Bonus for vaginal sex skill : <<set $holderInt = $vaginalSexSkill * 50>>G.G.P + $holderInt<</if>><<if $penis && $penisSexSkill !=0>><br><br>Bonus for penile sex skill : <<set $holderInt = $penisSexSkill * 50>>G.G.P + $holderInt<</if>>
Overall earned G.G.P = $earnings
<hr>
<<elseif $random == 2 && $exhibitionismSkill >= 2>><<if $exhibJobPref == 1>><<set $random = random(1,2)>><<if $random == 1>><<include [[Exhib Job Interrupt Male Oral 1]]>><<elseif $random == 2>><<include [[Exhib Job Interrupt Female Oral 1]]>><</if>><<elseif $exhibJobPref == 2>><<set $random = random(1,1)>><<if $random == 1>><<include [[Exhib Job Interrupt Male Oral 1]]>><</if>><<elseif $exhibJobPref == 3>><<set $random = random(1,1)>><<if $random == 1>><<include [[Exhib Job Interrupt Female Oral 1]]>><</if>><</if>><hr><b>Earnings Report - Exhibitionist Public Oral Sex</b>
<<set $earnings = 150>><<set $earnings += ($exhibitionismSkill *25)+($lipSize * 25)+($oralSexSkill * 25)>><<if $currentClothing == "Naked">><<set $earnings += 100>><</if>><<if $currentUnderwear == "Naked">><<set $earnings += 50>><</if>><<set $ggp += $earnings>>You performed sex in public : G.G.P + 150
Bonus for your exhibitionism skill: <<set $holderInt = $exhibitionismSkill*25>>G.G.P + $holderInt<<if $lipSize !=0>><br><br>Bonus for having pleasurable lips : <<set $holderInt = $lipSize * 25>>G.G.P + $holderInt<</if>><<if $oralSexSkill !=0>><br><br>Bonus for oral sex skill : <<set $holderInt = $oralSexSkill * 25>>G.G.P + $holderInt<</if>><<if $currentClothing == "Naked">><br><br>Bonus for being nude : G.G.P + 100<</if>><<if $currentUnderwear == "Naked">><br><br>Bonus for having no underwear on : G.G.P + 50<</if>>
Overall earned G.G.P = $earnings
<hr><<else>><<if $exhibJobPref == 1>><<set $random = random(1,2)>><<if $random == 1>><<include [[Exhib Job Interrupt Male Hand 1]]>><<elseif $random == 2>><<include [[Exhib Job Interrupt Female Hand 1]]>><</if>><<elseif $exhibJobPref == 2>><<set $random = random(1,1)>>
<<if $random == 1>><<include [[Exhib Job Interrupt Male Hand 1]]>><</if>><<elseif $exhibJobPref == 3>><<set $random = random(1,1)>><<if $random == 1>><<include [[Exhib Job Interrupt Female Hand 1]]>><</if>><</if>><hr><b>Earnings Report - Exhibitionist Public Hand Job</b>
<<set $earnings = 100>><<set $earnings += $exhibitionismSkill *25>><<if $currentClothing == "Naked">><<set $earnings += 100>><</if>><<if $currentUnderwear == "Naked">><<set $earnings += 50>><</if>><<set $ggp += $earnings>>You performed a hand job in public: G.G.P + 100
Bonus for your exhibitionism skill: <<set $holderInt = $exhibitionismSkill*25>>G.G.P + $holderInt <<if $currentClothing == "Naked">><br><br>Bonus for being nude : G.G.P + 100<</if>><<if $currentUnderwear == "Naked">><br><br>Bonus for having no underwear on : G.G.P + 50<</if>>
Overall earned G.G.P = $earnings
<hr><</if>>Your task complete you [[continue onward|interuptDestinationTime( $intendedLocation )]].<<set $earnings = 0>>You try to contact Agent Davis through your room terminal. After a brief ringing tone from your tablet the screen flickers slightly before revealing the armoured visage of Agent Davis.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/DavisSmall.png]]</div>
<span class="male">"Hey <<if $davisDating>><<if $davisAttitude==1>>sweet-heart. Been missing you loads, can't wait until we can spend some more time together.<<elseif $davisAttitude==2>>fuck-slut. Been counting down the minutes before I get smash your holes again.<</if>><<else>>$firstName.<</if>> You need me for something? Or are you calling to hang out?"</span>, he asks.
Do you:<<if $sexualPreference != 1>><br><br><<if $penis||$breastSize == 0||$femininity <0>>[[Ask Agent Davis out on a date|Date Rejection Agent Davis]]<<else>>[[Ask Agent Davis out on a date|Date Accepted Agent Davis]]<</if>><</if>>
[[Hang out with Agent Davis|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Hang Out With Agent Davis']]
[[Return to contacts page|Contacts]]You ask Davis if he might want to go on a date with you. He pauses for an uncomfortably long moment before replying.
<span class="male">"Look <<if $davisDating>><<if $davisAttitude==1>>honey. I like you, but you're just not the girl I fell for. You were so much more feminine, and I just don't get why you changed that. Maybe we need to take things back to the start, if you still want to be together then you're going to need to be my girl, until then I guess we can still be friends<<elseif $davisAttitude==2>>fuck-slut. What the fuck have you done to yourself! I'm not into fucking guys, you should know that you stupid cum stain. If you still want to get railed by me then you're going to need to be more of a girl. Until then I'm not dating you, that's for sure, maybe we could still grab a drink sometime though<</if>><<else>>$firstName. You seem an alright sort, but I'm not interested in guys. If you want to grab a drink and hang out, that's fine. But, if you want to date me then you'll need to be a girl in every way<</if>>"</span>, states the imposing agent, his tone openly displaying how awkward he is having this conversation.
Your request for a date rejected you [[go back to talking to Agent Davis|Contact Agent Davis][$davisDating = false; $davisAttitude = 0;]].You make your way to the forwarded location, finding yourself at a small secluded sports bar a little way off from the recreational plaza. The place is cosy, seemingly not one of the more well travelled establishments of the facility. Sitting on a sofa, watching a football game on a large LCD screen, beer in hand, is the familiar form of Agent Davis. He seems to be out of his government issued body armour, giving you a clear look at his short brown hair and his defined masculine features. It's almost weird seeing an agent out of their regulation gear, though thinking on it for a moment you conclude that it does make you feel more comfortable with the situation.
Spotting you enter, he waves you over with his beer bottle, surreptitiously taking a drink from it as he does. Approaching him, he gets up in response dragging you into a strong back patting hug. <span class="male">"Glad you could make it mate, got you a beer"</span>, ending the hug and grabbing a bottle off the coffee table in front of where he was sitting. Taking the bottle from him you're almost stunned by the change in attitude of the off-work agent, not that you're complaining about the free drink.
Taking a seat on a nearby sofa you start drinking, Davis buying new rounds for the both of you whenever you finish your drink. The two of you engage in small talk, commenting on the games shown on the screen, or sometimes about Davis's work. <<print either("He tells you about a particularly aggressive capture van target he had a couple of days ago that he had to knock out after the guy stole a stun rod from another agent","You end up talking about a cat girl waitressed restaurant that some of the other agents like to frequent");>>.<<if ($abdlPlay || $diaperWettingPlay || $diaperMessingPlay) && ($diaperMessCounter + $diaperWetCounter) >= 2>><br><br>He also makes a couple of comments about an odd smell that's stuck around the two of you during the time you've hung out, much to your embarrassment. Thankfully, he doesn't seem to put two and two together and realise that it's your dirty diaper he's smelling.<</if>>
A few hours go by and you're having a really good time, relaxing and chatting with the off-duty agent. Yet all good things have to end eventually, so you make your farewells to Davis, receiving another manly hug in response. With your time to hang out come to an end you [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')][if($davisRelationship<=95){$davisRelationship += 5;}else{$davisRelationship = 100;};]].<<if $davisDating>>You make your way to the recreational plaza, not sure what to expect of your upcoming date with the imposing agent. Arriving at the plaza, you peer around, trying to spot Davis, but sadly you can't spot him. He did say he might be late you ponder as you wait.
A tap on your shoulder catches you by surprise, and you gasp at what you see when you turn around. Standing there wearing a suit and tie, is agent Davis, a <<if $davisAttitude == 1>>sweet<<elseif $davisAttitude == 2>>cocky<</if>> smile on his face. Seeing the agent out of his regulation body armour still feels weird, but it does let you get a closer look at his muscular frame, outlined beneath the suit. His short dark hair and masculine chin clearly visible.
<span class="player">"Why do you always have to sneak up on me?"</span>, you pout, looking up at Davis.
<span class="male">"If I don’t sneak up on you, then I don’t get to see that look you have whenever you first spot me"</span>, he laughs in response. Continuing on he says <span class="male"><<if $davisAttitude == 1>>"It’s good to see you princess, I’ve been thinking of where I can take you to see that beautiful smile light up. I’ve got a few ideas, I hope you enjoy what I’ve planned out"<<elseif $davisAttitude == 2>>"I’m glad you wanted to see me slut. I’m sure you could do with another lesson in how to be a good girl, don’t worry I’m more than happy to help with that. I’ve got something planned out that I think you’ll like, so remember to be on your best behaviour if you don’t want to get punished"<</if>></span>, finishing the statement, he leans down and delivers to you a gentle kiss on the lips. You can’t say that the public affection doesn’t make you squirm just a little with arousal, though you try to put such libidinous thoughts out of your head as you know that you won’t have such opportunities likely before you get back to his apartment.<<if ($abdlPlay || $diaperWettingPlay || $diaperMessingPlay) && ($diaperMessCounter + $diaperWetCounter) >= 2>><br><br>Just as you're about to leave, Davis's nose twitches, a faint look of disgust crossing his face. You blush heavily as you realise just what he’s smelling on you, the contents of your dirty $currentUnderwear obviously detected by the imposing man. Manoeuvring you about with ease, he bends you over, touching your diaper with a faint squishing sound as his hand makes contact with it, the smell getting worse as he does.
Stifling a small laugh Davis watches on as your cheeks turn crimson, slowly getting back up from the slightly bent diaper checking position. He obviously now knows the source of the smell, and seems to be more amused than anything, telling you to your embarrassment, <span class="male">"Didn’t realise that you needed those, guess you really are my little princess. Maybe though, for future dates, you shouldn’t come out on a date with such a … full diaper. I guess the public diaper check was humiliating enough though, so maybe it's enough punishment, for now"</span>, motioning to you that he wants to continue with your date. Not sure how to react, you just keep quiet hoping this moment will be forgotten.<</if>>
Wrapping his arm around your waist possessively, Davis walks you off <<set $random = random(1,2)>><<if $random==1>>[[towards your unknown date destination|Date Agent Davis Dinner][if($davisRelationship<=96){$davisRelationship += 4;}else{$davisRelationship = 100;};]]<<elseif $random==2>>[[towards your unknown date destination|Date Agent Davis Movie][if($davisRelationship<=96){$davisRelationship += 4;}else{$davisRelationship = 100;};]]<</if>>.<<else>>You make your way to the recreational plaza, not sure what to expect of your upcoming date with the imposing agent, a slight worry that this might end badly for you sitting at the back of your mind. Arriving at the plaza, you peer around, trying to spot Davis, but sadly you can't spot him. He did say he might be late you ponder as you wait.
A tap on your shoulder catches you by surprise, and you gasp at what you see when you turn around. Standing there wearing a suit and tie, a bouquet of roses in hand, is agent Davis, a nervous smile on his face. Seeing the agent out of his regulation body armour feels weird, but it does let you get a closer look at his muscular frame, outlined beneath the suit. His short dark hair and masculine chin clearly visible.
<span class="male">"You look lovely $firstName. Sorry if I left you waiting, stripping out of the regulation gear takes a while. Don't worry though, I have reservations made at one of the quieter restaurants in the facility, it's a really nice place and no one will hassle you in there"</span>, dictates Davis, his voice a bit wobbly, a hint of nervousness present in his tone.<<if ($abdlPlay || $diaperWettingPlay || $diaperMessingPlay) && ($diaperMessCounter + $diaperWetCounter) >= 2>><br><br>Just as you're about to leave, Davis's nose twitches, a faint look of disgust crossing his face. You blush heavily as you realise just what he’s smelling on you, the contents of your dirty $currentUnderwear obviously detected by the imposing man. Nervously manoeuvring you about with ease, he bends you over, touching your diaper with a faint squishing sound as his hand makes contact with it, the smell getting worse as he does.
Stifling a small awkward laugh Davis watches on as your cheeks turn crimson, slowly getting back up from the slightly bent diaper checking position. He obviously now knows the source of the smell, and seems to be more amused than anything, telling you to your embarrassment, <span class="male">"Didn’t realise that you needed those, not that it’s a problem. Maybe though, for future dates, you shouldn’t come out on a date with such a … full diaper. I guess the public diaper check was humiliating enough though, so maybe we should just move on from this"</span>, motioning to you that he wants to continue with your date. Not sure how to react, you just keep quiet hoping this moment will be forgotten.<</if>>
Taking your hand in his, Davis leads you off of the plaza, heading down a much less well travelled corridor. He spends the walk making small talk, most of which comprises of compliments towards you, interspersed with a couple of worried questions about what foods you enjoy. Arriving at a small poorly signposted restaurant that seems to lack any name, [[Davis gently escorts you inside|Date Agent Davis First Date 1][if($davisRelationship<=97){$davisRelationship += 3;}else{$davisRelationship = 100;};]].<</if>>Walking you over to a candle lit table in the corner. Davis, pulls your seat out for you, gesturing for you to sit. Taking stock of the situation, you look around at the small room, containing at most half a dozen little tables, all dimly lit by candlelight. Thinking about the establishments decorations the first word that comes to mind is 'cosy', dark reds and purples colour the walls, the floors instead covered in intricate woodwork.
On the table, a bottle of something expensive looking sits in a bucket filled with ice. Next to it an empty vase, which Davis places the bouquet of roses in, obviously having planned everything out beforehand. Taking the seat across from you, he takes your hand in his, looking sweetly into your eyes.
<span class="male">"So, I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to do now, but I am really glad you came. Your $eyes.colour eyes look beautiful in the candle light. I hope everything is okay, I didn't want to bring you anywhere I didn't think you'd be comfortable. Some of the other staff in the facility can get pretty aggressive with the trainees if they see them around so I thought I'd bring you here so we could get to know each other a bit better"</span>. Replying with your approval of the location Davis continues.
<span class="male">"We have to be tough on the trainees, and I can't say I don't like being tough with the, but it does annoy me how some of the other agents act. The whole point of this place is making you into sweet, beautiful, confident women, ready to start a new life. I just don't think mistreating girls who are already behaving does that in any way. But, you probably don't want to talk about that sort of thing. So, have you made any friends yet?"</span>, he finishes, a look of worry on his face that he's offended you by talking about your situation.
Breaking any tension of the moment, a greying haired man walks over, two plates in hand. As the man places the plates on the table, Davis gets up, giving the man a handshake which quickly graduates into a manly hug. They talk hastily for a moment, too quiet for you to hear, before the man leaves, waving and offering a wink to you in the process. The table now laden with two plates, a starter salad on each.
Seeing your look of confusion Davis smiles, offering the answer, <span class="male">"I come here a lot, the staff around here are practically family at this point. I was just confirming our orders. Then he asked if his suggestion of the roses went well", the last statement made a worried look spreads to his face, "I did remember to give you the roses, right?"</span>.
You shake your head in response. The look of worry on Davis's face turning to one of embarrassment. Before this date, you might not have even thought the man capable of worry or embarrassment.
<span class="male">"Sorry, I meant to give them to you before. They make some crazy stuff in this facility, including these roses. They don't need watering and they won't wilt, had to pull in a favour from a guy in research to get them. I hope you like them, I wanted to give you something nice to show you how much this date means to me, that I'm not just trying to lead you on. So, do you like them?"</span>.
Do you:
[[Take the flowers gratefully|Date Agent Davis First Date 2][$davisAttitude = 1; if($davisRelationship<=96){$davisRelationship += 4;}else{$davisRelationship = 100;};]]
[[Take the flowers begrudgingly|Date Agent Davis First Date 2][$davisAttitude = 2; if($davisRelationship<=98){$davisRelationship += 2;}else{$davisRelationship = 100;};]]<<if $davisAttitude == 1>>Davis takes you out for a romantic dinner, he spends most of his time either complimenting you or trying to find out more about you. His control of the situation is almost absolute, reserving the table for you both, choosing your meal, even guiding the conversation. His current confidence, a stark counter point to his nervous demeanour on your first date.<<elseif $davisAttitude == 2>>Davis takes you out for a romantic dinner, he spends most of the time chiding you for being such a naughty girl, a wide grin on his face as he does. His control of the situation is almost absolute, reserving the table for you both, choosing your meal, even guiding the conversation. His current cocky confidence, a stark counter point to his nervous demeanour on your first date.<</if>>
The meal finished, [[Davis takes you back to his apartment|Date Agent Davis Apartment]].<<if $furniture.indexOf("Bouquet of roses") == -1>><<addToFurniture "Bouquet of roses">><</if>><<if $davisAttitude == 1>><span class="player">"They're lovely, thank you. It sounds like you went through a lot of trouble to get these"</span>, you reply to Davis, a smile on your face as you look at the beautiful bouquet of roses.
A look of relief plainly evident on his face, <span class="male">"I'm glad you like them sweetheart, and you were very well mannered accepting them. I knew you were one of the good ones. You're welcome to take them with you and put them in your room, hopefully as a reminder of a good first date between us. I've already taken the liberty of ordering for us when I made the reservations, they're putting on a wide selection of smaller courses. Thought it was a better choice than picking something you didn't like"</span>.
As if waiting for him to announce the plans, the next course is delivered, an aromatic soup which has you salivating. As you work your way through the courses you chat a little with Davis, as the date goes on the agent seems to start regaining his confidence taking more control over the conversation. Small tasty dishes acting as an excellent ice-breaker to get the conversation started between the two of you. The conversation ends up mostly being about discovering things you're both interested in, Davis talking in depth about his interest in repairing old motorbikes, lamenting that he's not able to whilst working at the facility due to lack of space. He seems very interested in finding out what your hobbies and interests are, whilst simultaneously actively avoiding any questions relating to your past.
As the dessert course is announced by your waiter, a rich berry cheese cake. You look on confused as only one plate is brought out, delivered in front of Davis. Gesturing you over to him, you decide that nothing bad has happened yet, so you might as well get up and see what he has planned. Moving closer to him, you suddenly find yourself in motion, thrown off balance as he maneuvers you into a sitting position on his lap. Both laughing at the situation, Davis delivers a tender kiss to your forehead, one arm rapped around you possessively.
<span class="male">"Okay, I'm going to spell out the situation and I want you to listen to what I have to say. I've had a lot of fun and I'd like to consider the two of us dating. If you want, you can walk out of here after dessert, no hard feelings, I'd even be happy to do this all again if you ever change your mind in the future. However, if you want to take our dating a little further, then I'll take you back to my apartment and show you how I treat my princess"</span>, Davis sooths, stroking your <<checkHair>> $hairColour hair as he does. Not giving you a chance to answer, he brings a fork full of cheese cake to your mouth, tenderly feeding you the tasty dessert as he strokes your back and whispers romantic nothings in your ear.
The cake finished, finally able to respond, Davis looks down at you. Just a hint of worry evident on his face.<<elseif $davisAttitude == 2>><span class="player">"They're fine, sure"</span>, you reply to Davis, a forced smile on your face as you look at the bouquet of roses. Looking back at the agent, you notice he no longer looks nervous, his demeanour looking a lot more assertive. Patting yourself on the back for your skilful handling of the situation you return your attention to the recently delivered salad, taking a fork full of the fresh vegetation. Placing the morsel in your mouth you are struck by the delicate taste, pleasantly surprised by the high quality of the dish.
Suddenly you realise that someone is standing beside you, looming over your seated form. Turning, you notice that it's Davis, no longer in his seat across from you. Taking the fork out of you hand and placing it back on the plate, what happens next catches you completely by surprise. With a feat of amazing strength and obvious training, Davis picks you up, hefting you over the shoulder in one deft move. <<if $submission >0>>You kick and squirm, complaining about his sudden treatment of you and commanding him to put you down<<else>>You keep quiet, trying your best not to squirm, hoping that your good behaviour will calm him down<</if>>. From your odd vantage point you watch as you are transported into a side room, probably an office of some kind. A large desk and chair dominate the room, though you don't seem to be travelling towards it, instead finding yourself on the way towards a large armchair sitting in the corner.
Seating himself in the armchair Davis maneuvers you across his lap, bent with your ass in the air. From behind you, you hear, <span class="male">"You've been a rude little brat, and brats need to be corrected so they can learn to be good girls. When someone gives you something, especially something they put a lot of effort in, you say thank you. You're also being a brat during dinner, which means our meals are getting cold. So, for being an ill-mannered slut you'll be getting 10 hand spanks, and you'll be getting another 10 for being a selfish brat. I won't make you count them this time, however in the future you'll be expected to count your spankings"</span>.
Having described the situation and giving you no time to respond, he immediately starts to deliver a series of harsh spanks across your ass. Offering you no respite in the sudden onslaught against your poor behind. <<if $submission >0>>You manage to keep calm mostly, but the sting of the strikes certainly has an effect on you, making you want to offer anything to gain yourself a reprieve<<else>>After a few spanks the pain starts getting to you, leaving tears spilling down your face, you cry out your apologies, begging for mercy that isn't given<</if>>.The entire time he shushes you, occasionally taking a moment to give you pained ass a brief rub, the tenderness of those moments contrasting heavily against the painful punishment.
Stroking your enflamed <<checkAss>> ass soothingly, Davis continues, <span class="male">"Okay, I'm going to spell out the situation and I want you to listen to what I have to say. You've been a naughty girl who obviously needs some guidance, I'd like to consider the two of us dating. If you want, you can walk out of here after dessert, no hard feelings, I'd even be happy to do this all again if you ever change your mind in the future. However, if you want to take our dating a little further, then I'll take you back to my apartment and show you how to be a good girl"</span>, Davis sooths, stroking your <<checkHair>> $hairColour hair as he does. Not giving you a chance to answer, he picks you back up, taking you back to the restaurant to finish your meal.
As you work your way through the courses you chat a little with Davis, as the date goes on the agent seems to start to soften a little, yet still taking control over the conversation. Small tasty dishes acting as an excellent ice-breaker to get the conversation started between the two of you. The conversation ends up mostly being about discovering things you're both interested in, Davis talking in depth about his interest in repairing old motorbikes, lamenting that he's not able to whilst working at the facility due to lack of space. He seems very interested in finding out what your hobbies and interests are, whilst simultaneously actively avoiding any questions relating to your past. The conversation is pleasant, though Davis does occasionally throw in a few degrading comments about how naughty a girl you've been and how hard he's going to have to work to mould you into a good girl.
The meal finished, Davis looks across at you. Just a hint of nervousness evident on his face.<</if>>
Do you:
[[Go back to Davis' apartment with him|Date Agent Davis Apartment][$davisDating = true]]
[[End the date and go back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]]Walking you back to his apartment, Davis keeps his arm wrapped around your waist, possessively keeping you close to him. <<if $davisAttitude == 1>>The entire journey he spends telling you how wonderful you are and assuring you that you're safe under his protection<<elseif $davisAttitude == 2>>The entire journey he spends telling you how you've been a naughty slut, but that he's willing to put in the time to turn you into the sort of good girl he can be proud of<</if>>.
Arriving at a corridor deep into a residential section of the facility, on the way passing by its residents, most dressed in the government standard power armour, you finally reach your destination. Approaching a door, it opens automatically from Davis's presence, giving you a clear view of the agents’ bachelor pad. An abundance of metal and a monochrome colour scheme, combined with a general lack of clutter make the place look barely lived in. Though you do note a few scattered photographs, most featuring Davis with people in military garb. One in particular stands out, conspicuous by its lack of military or government personal, instead featuring a much younger Davis surrounded by a collection of children, a jolly looking older woman standing to one side.
Guiding you over to a plush black sofa, Davis sprawls himself down across it before he pulls you down on top of him, cuddling up against you. Pressed up against the man as you are, you can certainly feel the bulge of his erection through his pants, pressed up against your rear.
<<if $davisAttitude==1>><span class="male">"I hope you had a good time tonight princess, spending time with you is always the highlight of my day. You keep being my good girl and I'll do anything I can to look after you while you're in the facility"</span>, says your date, punctuating the statement with kisses to the back of your head. For a while you cuddle and chat, talking about your relationship, your hopes, your dreams. When you talk about your futures, Davis makes allusions to you both being together. Painting a picture of you as his wife, being doted on by him, maybe even kids, though he adds the last part tentatively, watching your reaction closely.
As your conversation comes to an end, your cuddle starts to build up into something more erotic, Davis reaching around to massage your <<checkBreast>> boobs. placing one last kiss on the back of your head, he whispers, <span class="male">"If you want to stop, we can now, call an end to the date and hopefully you'll want to go out again. If not, then I'd love to reward my good girl for her perfect behaviour today"</span>.
Given a choice of how to end your romantic date, your arousal already activated by his tender caress, you try to decide how to reply.
Do you:
[[Stay and have sex|Date Agent Davis Romantic Sex][$timesVaginallyFucked += 1; if($davisRelationship<=97){$davisRelationship += 3;}else{$davisRelationship = 100;};]]
[[Call an end to the date|Date Agent Davis End]]<<elseif $davisAttitude==2>><span class="male">"I hope you had a good time tonight slut, spending time with you is pretty good. You keep working at being my good girl and I bet you could manage to be someone I’d be proud to be seen with. You know, instead of the dirty fuck-piece you are now. Maybe if you learned to be more appreciative of what I do for you, then I’d be able to treat you like the princess I know you could be"</span>, chides your date, punctuating the statement with sharp gropes of your ass. For a while you cuddle and chat, talking about your relationship, your hopes, your dreams. When you talk about your futures, Davis makes allusions to you both being together, though only if you’re better behaved. Painting a picture of you as his wife, being doted on by him, a large brood of kids, the last part added confidently, Davis watching your reaction with a smirk.
As your conversation comes to an end, your cuddle starts to build up into something more erotic, Davis reaching around to squeeze your <<checkBreast>> tits. Placing one last firm kiss to your cheek, he commands, <span class="male">"Don’t you think I deserve a little gratitude for taking you out on such a nice date. I’m going to fuck you now. Hard. While I do you’re going to be on your best behaviour, maybe if you do good enough I’ll forget that I need to discipline you for being such a naughty toy"</span>.
Given no choice of how to end your date, your arousal already activated by his rough touch, you find yourself [[dragged to the bedroom|Date Agent Davis Degredation Sex][$timesVaginallyFucked += 1; if($davisRelationship<=98){$davisRelationship += 2;}else{$davisRelationship = 100;};]].<</if>>Dragged into the bedroom, <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>Davis rapidly removes your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>Davis rapidly removes your $currentClothing, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>Davis rapidly removes your $currentUnderwear, leaving you naked<<else>>you're already naked so Davis doesn't need to get you undressed. Instead he gives you a brief stinging spank, telling you that good girls wear clothes<</if>>.<<if $currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">> Noticing your $currentUnderwear, Davis barely holds back a laugh, though his face doesn’t betray his action as a mocking one. Instead, you almost feel like he thinks the whole thing to be adorable, the well-muscled man whispering, <span class="male">"Looks like my little princess is going to get some big girl playtime today"</span>.<</if>> Taking a moment to check that you're okay, Davis looks you over briefly before nodding to himself.
Before you know it, you quickly find yourself thrown face down onto the large metal framed bed, the suddenness of the action stunning you for a moment. Taking the opportunity whilst you're recovering, Davis mounts your back. Getting hold of your wrists, he applies a set of padded cuffs which he quickly loops around a metal bar at the head of the bed, securing you in place, before retreating back. <<if $submission > 0>>You wait patiently, trying to get accustomed to the bondage. Thoughts of complaining quickly dissipate as you think of how disappointed he would be if you did<<else>>You pull against your bonds, testing the extent of your bondage. Complaints spring from your mouth, but are quickly silenced by a pair of sharp strikes, one across each butt cheek<</if>>. Grabbing your legs, he starts to maneuver you into a kneeling position, your ass sticking up into the air, your <<checkBreast>> boobs pressed into the bedsheets.
Placing his hands on your hips, his fingers digging into your thighs roughly, Davis starts to line himself up behind you. At first, you feel the large girthy head of his dick teasing against your moist pussy lips. However, the pleasant light touch quickly changes, the pressure of Davis's dick instead now against pressing against your delicate rear hole. You prepare yourself for a rough ass fucking, but are again surprised as he instead goes back to his previous teasing of your pussy. This back and forth goes on for a while longer before he finally makes up his mind.
All in one movement, he rams his thick cock firmly into your pussy. Despite being wet, the intrusion is still too sudden, a blunt thudding sensation as he knocks against your cervix causing you to gasp out in pain. Hearing your response, Davis does seem to stop briefly, giving you a moment to become accustomed to the stretching before he returns to ramming his rod brutally into your fuck hole. Your arousal already heavy from the previous teasing, the rough fucking almost immediately pushes you towards an orgasm, the sensitive walls of your cunt thankful to have a cock to sate them.
<span class="player">"I'm going to cum"</span>, you moan, not sure how Davis will react to you orgasming so quickly.
<span class="male">"Good slut, you can cum whenever you want but I like to know when my dirty whore is going to orgasm"</span>, the imposing man growls from behind you, increasing the force and speed of his thrusts.
The extra friction is all you needed to set off your orgasm, your inner walls spasming around Davis's cock, milking him without result. Suddenly, mid orgasm, you feel something breach your asshole. The result of the new intrusion is a dull pain that if you weren't already moaning in pleasure you'd likely be expressing with a pained grunt. It does however seem to prolong your orgasm, the smell of your arousal more filling the air even heavier than normal. Looking back, you spot that Davis has jammed his thumb in your rear passage, still maintaining a grip on your behind to help him ram his pole in you more easily.
Not stopping, either whilst your orgasm rattles through you, or afterwards to let you rest. Instead, Davis continues mercilessly ramming his dick into your over sensitive post-orgasm cunt. Your pleasure hungry pussy, spurred on by your enhanced libido, sees your quickly on the edge of another orgasm, the need for release sexual release the only thought on your mind. All of a sudden you feel a warmth spread within your fuck hole the cock fucking your pulsing distinctly within you. You try to find your own orgasm, shifting your pussy back to fuck yourself on your partners cock. Sadly, Davis quickly pulls out, leaving you needy and on the edge.
Coming around in front of you to remove the restraints keeping you attached to the head of the bed, Davis tuts, <span class="male">"You were so close weren't you my naughty little toy, but you forgot to announce you were going to cum. Maybe a little denial will help you learn to be better behaved"</span>. With a surprisingly tender kiss to your sweat streaked forehead, Davis begins helping you clean up and [[get ready to leave|Date Agent Davis End]].<span class="male">"Good choice"</span>, the agent murmurs as he ushers you towards the bedroom. Starting with a passionate kiss, <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>Davis rapidly removes your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>Davis rapidly removes your $currentClothing, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>Davis rapidly removes your $currentUnderwear, leaving you naked<<else>>he caresses your nude form. Holding you close, he notes that good girls should wear clothes, though you suspect from his reaction that he isn’t upset that you aren’t<</if>>.<<if $currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">> Noticing your $currentUnderwear, Davis barely holds back a laugh, though his face doesn’t betray his action as a mocking one. Instead, you almost feel like he thinks the whole thing to be adorable, the well-muscled man whispering, <span class="male">"Looks like my little princess is going to get some big girl playtime today"</span>.<</if>> Taking a moment to check that you're okay, Davis looks you over briefly before nodding to himself.
Before you know it, you quickly find yourself swept up into his arms, brought quickly over to a large metal framed bed, the suddenness of the action stunning you for a moment. Taking the opportunity whilst you're recovering, Davis mounts your stomach, taking hold of your wrists and holding them down on the bed above your head. A wide playful smirk fills his face.
<span class="male">"You’re my special girl, so I’ve decided we’re going to play a little game. You’re going to try and keep your hand where I’m holding them, and in return I’m going to make you feel amazing. So, behave"</span>, lectures the agent casually, though from the look on his face, it sounds like he’ll be happy however this plays out.
Letting go of your wrists Davis looks down at you. <<if $submission > 0>>You wait patiently, trying to play along with his game. Thoughts of playing up quickly dissipate as you think of how disappointed he might be if you did<<else>>You pull your hands away from the spot, testing Davis for how he’ll react to your rebellion. A grin on his face, he delivers a pair of light strikes, one across each of your <<checkBreast>> breasts. The pain is only minor, in fact having a rather pleasurable edge to it, but you decide it best not to test your luck any further. <</if>>. Moving back, he starts to maneuver himself between your legs, pressing down on your from above, your <<checkBreast>> boobs pressed against his muscled chest.
Placing his hands on the bed, one on either side of your head, Davis leans down to place a passionate kiss on your lips. Pressing on, he slides his tongue into your mouth. You moan lewdly around the interloper as the action enflames your arousal, your tongues now entwining in a lusty dance. You feel the large girthy head of his dick teasing against your moist pussy lips. However, the pleasant light touch quickly is removed, the pressure of Davis's dick completely gone. You prepare yourself for a sudden penetration, but are again surprised as he instead goes back to his previous teasing of your pussy. This back and forth goes on for a while longer before he finally sees the extreme need evident on your face.
All in one movement, he presses his thick cock firmly into your pussy. Despite being extremely wet, the intrusion is still too sudden, a blunt thudding sensation as he knocks against your cervix causing you to gasp out in pain. Hearing your response, Davis stills himself, waiting for you to become accustomed to the stretching before he returns to steadily fucking your pussy. Your arousal already heavy from the previous teasing, the tender fucking almost immediately pushes you towards an orgasm, the sensitive walls of your cunt thankful to have a cock to sate them.
<span class="player">"I'm going to cum"</span>, you moan, not sure how Davis will react to you orgasming so quickly.
<span class="male">"Good girl, you’re doing a good job with our game so feel free to cum"</span>, the agent murmurs from atop of you, increasing the force and speed of his thrusts.
The extra friction is all you needed to set off your orgasm, your inner walls spasming around Davis's cock. Concentrating hard as your whole-body shakes, you manage to keep your arms in the commanded position. Suddenly, mid orgasm, you feel Davis rear up before descending on a bare nipple, suckling and tonguing it. The result of the new addition to your sensations is to prolong your orgasm, the smell of your arousal filling the air even heavier than normal. Looking back up, you see that he has returned to his previous position, that playful smirk back on his face as he looks down at you. Quickly stealing a kiss as you come down from the extended orgasm, he continues.
Not stopping, either whilst your orgasm rattles through you, or afterwards to let you rest. Instead, Davis continues mercilessly ramming his dick into your over sensitive post-orgasm cunt. Your pleasure hungry pussy, spurred on by your enhanced libido, sees your quickly on the edge of another orgasm, the need for release sexual release the only thought on your mind. All of a sudden you feel a warmth spread within your fuck hole the cock fucking your pulsing distinctly within you. You try to find your own orgasm, shifting your pussy back to fuck yourself on your partners cock. Thankfully, Davis moves one hand down, his thumb rubbing against your clit, giving you just enough pressure to plunge you into a second orgasm. Spasming again, your pussy truly milks the last dregs of Davis’s own orgasm, dragging his cum deep within you. You moan out, shaking exhaustedly, yet still managing to keep your arms in place.
Collapsing down next to you on the bed, Davis kisses your sweat streaked forehead before saying, <span class="male">"You were such a well-behaved girl today, I’m glad you had a good time. That look on your face when you cum is just so sweet"</span>. After a brief rest, the end of which signified with another tender kiss to your sweat streaked forehead, Davis begins helping you clean up and [[get ready to leave|Date Agent Davis End]].The date coming to an end, Davis escorts you out of his apartment. Walking you back through the staff-filled residential block, he returns to wrapping his arm around your waist, possessively keeping you close to him. <<if $davisAttitude == 1>>The entire journey he spends telling you how much he's enjoyed the time you've spent together, and that he hopes you consider doing it again with him<<elseif $davisAttitude == 2>>The entire journey he spends telling you how despite you being a naughty slut, he's still enjoyed your time together. Noting how much good it must have done in making you a better woman<</if>>.
Finally, out of the residential section, Davis lets go of you, turning to face you. With a somewhat cocky smile, he starts <<if $davisAttitude == 1>><span class="male">"I'm glad we got to spend some more time together, look after yourself and contact me if anyone is causing you any trouble. I won't let anyone harass my sweetheart"</span>. Giving you one last knee-tremblingly tender kiss,<<elseif $davisAttitude == 2>><span class="male">"Alright fuck-toy, it's been good, if you need anything contact me. But, try and be on your best behaviour, or else I'll have to make your ass sore enough you won't be able to sit for a week to make you remember"</span>. Giving you one last, surprisingly tender kiss,<</if>> Davis walks off back towards his apartment. Left along you take a moment to think about how your date went.
With your date now finally come to an end, you [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')][if($davisRelationship<=95){$davisRelationship += 5;}else{$davisRelationship = 100;};]].<<if $davisAttitude == 1>>Davis takes you out for a romantic movie date, he spends most of his time whispering in your ear compliments or holding your hand. His control of the situation is almost absolute, reserving the seats for you both, choosing the movie, even deciding on what treats you can have from the popcorn counter. His current confidence, a stark counter point to his nervous demeanour on your first date.<<elseif $davisAttitude == 2>>Davis takes you out for a romantic movie date, he spends most of his time whispering in your ear how much he's looking forward to fucking you later, his hand on your thigh throughout the film. His control of the situation is almost absolute, reserving the seats for you both, choosing the movie, even deciding on what treats you can have from the popcorn counter. The answer to the last part being none, as you've been a bad girl. His current confidence, a stark counter point to his nervous demeanour on your first date.<</if>>
The movie finished, [[Davis takes you back to his apartment|Date Agent Davis Apartment]].You ask Davis if he might want to go on a date with you. He pauses for a moment, thinking, before responding.
<span class="male">"<<if $davisDating>><<if $davisAttitude==1>>Well of course I do honey, I'll get someone to cover my shift so we can spend some quality time together. I know somewhere in the facility that's really nice, I'm sure you'll love it.<<elseif $davisAttitude==2>>Alright cock slut, sure I'd like to take you out on a date. Maybe we'll find somewhere nice where I punish you for being such a slutty whore. I'll get someone to cover for my shift, can't leave my dirty girl suffering without my dick in her holes for too long.<</if>><<else>>Alright $firstName, sounds good. I'm a bit surprised to be honest, but if you want to try going out on a date then sure.<</if>> Meet you in a few minutes over by the recreational plaza, there are a couple of things I need to finish before I can leave"</span>, he finishes. A large smile on his face betrays how happy he is that you want to go out with him.
Your date planned, you [[head out to your date with Agent Davis|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Date Agent Davis']].<<addToWardrobe "Silver Bikini Set">>You bring the Silver Bikini Set to the shops counter.
<span class="bimbo">"Getting ready for beach season? I love it, it's tiny and shiny, and like, anyone who sees you in this can see everything. You'll be covered in guys in no time I bet. We should totally go to the beach sometime together, how fun would that be. You're super lucky for finding this, I'm totally jealous"</span> Tilly jokingly pouts, as she finishes processing your order.
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<<addToWardrobe "Denim Shorts With No Top">>You bring the Denim Shorts With No Top to the shops counter.
<span class="bimbo">"This is so daring, I don't think I could be any prouder. Well maybe if it was pink. Still, you're going to be wearing a tiny pair of booty-hugging shorts, which are super sexy and not wearing a top which is super awesome too. I'll bet you're going to be super-hot slut in this, everyone watching as you bounce around with everything out to see, just talking about it makes me want to play with that cute butt of yours"</span> Tilly giggles, as she finishes processing your order.
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With your purchase complete you [[return to shopping|Shop Stock]].<<addToUnderwear "Plain White Panties">>You bring the Plain White Panties to the shops counter.
<span class="bimbo">"They're a little girly I guess, but why would you want to wear panties? won't they just get in the way?"</span> Tilly wonders, as she finishes processing your order.
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With your purchase complete you [[return to shopping|Shop Stock]]<<addToUnderwear "Grey Boxershorts">>You bring the Grey Boxershorts to the shops counter.
<span class="bimbo">"Ew, why are you bringing boy stuff up here? these are gross, why would you want to wear stupid boy underwear? also, won't they just get in the way?"</span> Tilly grimaces, as she finishes processing your order.
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With your purchase complete you [[return to shopping|Shop Stock]]<<addToUnderwear "Frilly Pink Hipster Brief Panties">>You bring the Frilly Pink Hipster Brief Panties to the shops counter.
<span class="bimbo">"They're pretty girly I guess, but why would you want to wear panties in the first place? won't they just get in the way? Though they are soft and frilly, plus they look super cute in pink. I guess if you have to wear panties, then these are a good choice"</span> Tilly contemplates, as she finishes processing your order.
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With your purchase complete you [[return to shopping|Shop Stock]]<<addToUnderwear "Black G-String Thong">>You bring the Black G-String Thongto the shops counter.
<span class="bimbo">"They're pretty hot, normally I wonder why anyone would wear underwear at all, but when they're this small I start to see the appeal. Still, won't they just get in the way? Maybe it's worth it to tease someone with these sexy panties before you get fucked by them. I bet you'll get a lot of hot wearing these"</span> Tilly contemplates with a smile, as she finishes processing your order.
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With your purchase complete you [[return to shopping|Shop Stock]]<<addToUnderwear "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper">>Walking through a brightly coloured section, festooned with soft toys and cartoon princesses, you find a display full of different styles of reusable diaper, complete with replaceable diaper pads. Finding a Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper, you bring it up to the shops counter, along with a stack of diaper pads.
<span class="bimbo">"Erm, are you sure you want these? "</span>, leaning forward conspiratorially she continues <span class="bimbo">"Do you have, like, a toilet problem? "</span>, emphasising the last remark by pointing to her crotch.
<span class="bimbo"> “Well, like, at least they’ll make you look cute. Just thinking how embarrassed you’d be wearing those is getting me super hot and tingly"</span> Tilly giggles, as she finishes processing your order.
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<<addToWardrobe "Pastel Pink Jumper Skirt and Blouse">>Walking through a brightly coloured section, festooned with soft toys and cartoon princesses, you find a clothes rack full of extremely childishly styled clothing. Finding a Pastel Pink Jumper Skirt and Blouse, you bring it up to the shops counter.
<span class="bimbo">"It's super pretty and girly, you’ll look so cute in this. Like, it’s not for clubbing which seems a shame, but it’s pink which is awesome. Bet you’ll look like a sweet innocent cutie in it, ready for cuddles and spankings"</span> Tilly giggles, as she finishes processing your order.
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<<addToWardrobe "Blue Teddy Bear Patterned Romper">>Walking through a brightly coloured section, festooned with soft toys and cartoon princesses, you find a clothes rack full of extremely childishly styled clothing. Finding a Blue Teddy Bear Patterned Romper, you bring it up to the shops counter.
<span class="bimbo">"It's pretty, you’ll look so cute in this. It’s sort of baby-ish but I think that suits you, just a big cute adult baby. Best part is, the poppers on the shoulders make it super easy to take off. Plus, it’ll puff out so adorably when you have a big cushiony diaper on "</span> Tilly giggles, as she finishes processing your order.
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<<addToUnderwear "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">>Walking through a brightly coloured section, festooned with soft toys and cartoon princesses, you find a display full of different styles of reusable diaper, complete with replaceable diaper pads. Finding a Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper, you bring it up to the shops counter, along with a stack of diaper pads.
<span class="bimbo">"Okay, so normally I’d wonder if you were sure you wanted these. Like, you know because they’re meant for people with toilet issues, are you sure you want these? "</span>, emphasising the last remark by pointing to her crotch.
<span class="bimbo"> “But, well, like, they’re just way too awesome to not wear. Like, I’d totally wear something like that, I mean they’re pink and frilly and so very soft. Plus, think about what people think when they see them. Imaging how embarrassed I’d be wearing those is getting me super turned on"</span> Tilly giggles, as she finishes processing your order.
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<<addToUnderwear "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper">>Walking through a brightly coloured section, festooned with soft toys and cartoon princesses, you find a display full of different styles of reusable diaper, complete with replaceable diaper pads. Finding a Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper, you bring it up to the shops counter, along with a stack of diaper pads.
<span class="bimbo">"Erm, are you sure you want these? "</span>, leaning forward conspiratorially she continues <span class="bimbo">"Do you have, like, a toilet problem? "</span>, emphasising the last remark by pointing to her crotch.
<span class="bimbo"> “Well, like, at least they’ll make you look cute, they’re a little more stylish than the plain ones. Plus, think what people will think of you if they see them. Just thinking how embarrassed you’d be wearing those is getting me super hot and tingly"</span> Tilly giggles, as she finishes processing your order.
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<<addToWardrobe "Purple Unicorn Patterned Onesie">>Walking through a brightly coloured section, festooned with soft toys and cartoon princesses, you find a clothes rack full of extremely childishly styled clothing. Finding a Purple Unicorn Patterned Onesie, you bring it up to the shops counter.
<span class="bimbo">"It's super cute, like who doesn’t like unicorns. Plus, it’ll totally makes you look like a big cute adult baby which I think that suits you. Ooh, you’ll be so pretty. Best part is the crotch has poppers so you can change any big crinkly diapers you might wear super easily"</span> Tilly giggles, as she finishes processing your order.
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<<addToWardrobe "White Short Frilly Silk Dress">>Walking through a brightly coloured section, festooned with soft toys and cartoon princesses, you find a clothes rack full of extremely childishly styled clothing. Finding a White Short Frilly Silk Dress, you bring it up to the shops counter.
<span class="bimbo">"It's super pretty, I think I had a cousin who was a flower girl who wore something just like it. Plus, it’s super short so I bet if you wear it anyone will be able to see your panties … or maybe diapers"</span> Tilly giggles, as she finishes processing your order.
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<span class="male">"A very simple procedure"</span>, adds Dr.Radcliff as you point out your selection, <span class="male">"The subjects normally find themselves an inch or so taller, we can manage more growth at once with more drastic measures but find that the simpler treatment is less invasive"</span>.
The doctor motions for you to sit down in a chair that is again reminiscent of a dentist's chair, as he searches for something he's yet to explain. This time, however, there are no visible restraints, and, given that you're volunteering for this procedure, you feel less nervous about that and take the seat as instructed.
After a few minutes wait, the doctor returns, wearing a pair of latex gloves with a bubbling vial of red liquid in hand.
<span class="male">"You'll need to take off any clothes you're wearing, don't want them to get stretched out, don’t worry we offer trade-ins for clothing sizes along with the procedure. Not that it really matters, most of the clothing provided is a lot higher tech than it appears"</span>, directs the doctor as he stands watching, <span class="male">"The procedure couldn’t be simpler, all I need to do is have you drink this vial and you’ll be taller before you know it"</span>, he continues as <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>you're already naked so don't need to get undressed<</if>>.
Now naked, you lie back on the chair, waiting to receive the vial. Before long, spotting that you’re ready, Dr.Radcliff places it in your hand. Drinking down the mixture you notice it almost has the faintest taste of strawberries, nice but odd considering the circumstances. The mysterious liquid now coursing through your system, you lie back and wait, the doctor watching on from beside you.
After a few minutes, your skin starts to heat up, beads of sweat decorating your form. Suddenly, you start to feel a sort of stretching sensation spread over your body, like you’d over extended yourself whilst stretching out before exercising. Looking over your body you start to notice, though you wonder if it might just be your imagination, that your fingers seem a little longer, or maybe it’s your entire arm. You start to feel disorientated as a wave of dizziness and vertigo suddenly strike you as your body readjusts to the new changes. Oddly enough, despite the wooziness, you can’t help feeling a little aroused by the situation.
A little while later, the strange heat recedes, taking along with it the stretching sensation. Getting your breath back from the tiring experience you, you take stock of your body, looking down your body meticulously. At first you don’t notice any real change however as you move your hands across your form to inspect it you start to recognise the small increases in size that have taken place. Pushing yourself off of the chair to get a better a look at yourself, you stumble, grabbing the chair for support, still not accustomed to your new height.
The doctor looks on smiling for a moment, before walking over with a tape measure in hand. After he takes a moment to measure you, you can clearly see that tape measure indicates that you are now $height inches tall. Assured the procedure is complete you relax ready to carry on.
[["Did you want anything else?"|Clinic General Transformation Options]] Asks the doctor smiling.<span class="male">"A very simple procedure"</spam? adds Dr.Radcliff as you point out your selection, <span class="male">"The subjects normally find themselves an inch or so shorter, we can manage more growth loss at once with more drastic measures but find that the simpler treatment is less invasive"<span>.
The doctor motions for you to sit down in a chair that is again reminiscent of a dentist's chair, as he searches for something he's yet to explain. This time, however, there are no visible restraints, and, given that you're volunteering for this procedure, you feel less nervous about that and take the seat as instructed.
After a few minutes wait, the doctor returns, wearing a pair of latex gloves with a bubbling vial of yellow liquid in hand.
<span class="male">"You'll need to take off any clothes you're wearing, don't want them to swamp you with their size, don’t worry we offer trade-ins for clothing sizes along with the procedure. Not that it really matters, most of the clothing provided is a lot higher tech than it appears"<span>, directs the doctor as he stands watching, <span class="male">"The procedure couldn’t be simpler, all I need to do is have you drink this vial and you’ll be shorter before you know it"</span>, he continues as <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>you're already naked so don't need to get undressed<</if>>.
Now naked, you lie back on the chair, waiting to receive the vial. Before long, spotting that you’re ready, Dr.Radcliff places it in your hand. Drinking down the mixture you notice it almost has the faintest taste of lemons, nice but odd considering the circumstances. The mysterious liquid now coursing through your system, you lie back and wait, the doctor watching on from beside you.
After a few minutes, your skin starts to heat up, beads of sweat decorating your form. Suddenly, you start to feel a sort of squashing sensation spread over your body, like something is compressing you from all directions. Looking over your body you start to notice, though you wonder if it might just be your imagination, that your fingers seem a little more petite, or maybe it’s your entire arm. You start to feel disorientated as a wave of dizziness and vertigo suddenly strike you as your body readjusts to the new changes. Oddly enough, despite the wooziness, you can’t help feeling a little aroused by the situation.
A little while later, the strange heat recedes, taking along with it the stretching sensation. Getting your breath back from the tiring experience you, you take stock of your body, looking down your body meticulously. At first you don’t notice any real change however as you move your hands across your form to inspect it you start to recognise the small decreases in size that have taken place. Pushing yourself off of the chair to get a better a look at yourself, you stumble, grabbing the chair for support, still not accustomed to your new height.
The doctor looks on smiling for a moment, before walking over with a tape measure in hand. After he takes a moment to measure you, you can clearly see that tape measure indicates that you are now $height inches tall. Assured the procedure is complete you relax ready to carry on.
[["Did you want anything else?"|Clinic General Transformation Options]] Asks the doctor smiling.<span class="male">"A bit of a complex procedure, but if you’re sure you want it then I’ll endeavour to provide. To be honest, with the amount of G.G.P you’re spending for it you must have more than proven yourself worthy of this reward"</span>, adds Dr.Radcliff as you point out your selection, <span class="male">"The subjects normally do better, both at auction and with clients, when they have a vagina. But you must be doing something right to be able to afford this"</span>.
The doctor motions for you to sit down in a chair that is again reminiscent of a dentist's chair, as he searches for something he's yet to explain. This time, however, there are no visible restraints, and, given that you're volunteering for this procedure, you feel less nervous about that and take the seat as instructed.
After a few minutes wait, the doctor returns, wearing a pair of latex gloves with a large, what you can only describe as dildo-like, object in hand.
<span class="male">"You'll need to take off any clothes you're wearing, they’d be in the way of applying the treatment"</span>, directs the doctor as he starts opening a jar, smearing something along the weird device, <span class="male">"The procedure is relatively complex, all I need you to do is lie back whilst I apply the device. Let’s just say it’s going to get interesting"</span>, he continues with a wink as <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>you wait, already naked, so don't need to get undressed<</if>>.
Naked, you lie back on the chair, waiting for the procedure. Before long, Dr.Radcliff places a cold, well lubricated hand on your pussy, running a lubricated finger clinically around your vagina, ensuring that it’s properly prepared for what’s to come. With a confident nod, he brings the device over to your vagina, gently opening your tender folds with his other hand. <span class="male">"This might pinch a little, but you must understand that your body is working on some complex alterations and adding extra physical mass is always a little tricky"</span>. Slightly nervous from the doctors directions you brace yourself for what is about to happen.
With a slight !Click! you feel a quick pinching sensation that quickly is replaced by an overall numbness of your genital area. Taking a step back, Dr.Radcliff sits down on a nearby chair ready to oversee the procedure. Waiting for 5 minutes, nothing of note happens, only an occasional beep or whir from the embedded device. Then it happens, all of a sudden, a rapid burst of sensation catches you by surprise with enough force that you’re almost jolted off the seat. Feeling returns to your groin, however it’s much more intense than previously, causing you to cry out in overstimulated shock.
In response to the changing situation, the device seated in your vagina starts to vibrate aggressively, an odd wet heat pooling in the depths of your vagina. It feels almost as if you’re being filled up with concrete, or some other quick setting substance, sealing you up inside. The sensations, however, do not stop, your arousal, built from the pleasurable feelings now overpowering you, causing complex thoughts about what is happening wanting to cease. With a loud groaning orgasm, you start to notice that your thighs are covered in a thick liquid. Looking down you notice, spraying from the end of the device, a heavy spray of fem cum. Maybe your pussy’s reserves, being ejected to make way for your new male equivalent, you wonder briefly before another orgasm shakes the thought from your mind.
Between the constant wave of orgasms, you start to feel a pulling sensation centered on your crotch. Again, looking down to try and observe what is happening, you notice that you’re starting to feel something extend from your crotch, still hidden within the device. Then with a loud pop, you start to feel as though something is hanging out of the bottom of the spot between the device and where your cunt once was. Peering past the device you can just about make out a fleshy sack hanging beneath it. One final intense orgasm signals the end of the procedure, the strange object suddenly coming to a sudden halt of all function.
The doctor looks on smiling for a moment, before walking over and carefully pulling off the device. No longer blocked from view, you can now clearly see your new erect cock, maybe only a few inches in length. A small fleshy scrotum sack holding a pair of balls beneath. You run your hand across them briefly, still not sure if this is all real, the product of so much effort. With a shudder of sensation, you are assured the procedure is complete. Taking a moment, you relax before getting ready to carry on, too tired to move from the pool of feminine juices you produced.
[["Did you want anything else?"|Clinic General Transformation Options]] Asks the doctor smiling.<span class="male">"A bit of a complex procedure, but I’m delighted to be providing it to you. To be honest, we almost made the procedure cost no G.G.P at all, but the managers thought it set a bad precedent to let you have too much for free"</span>, adds Dr.Radcliff as you point out your selection, and, and, and, and, and, and,<span class="male">"The subjects normally do much better, both at auction and with clients, when they have a vagina. You’ve made a smart choice today"</span>.
The doctor motions for you to sit down in a chair that is again reminiscent of a dentist's chair, as he searches for something he's yet to explain. This time, however, there are no visible restraints, and, given that you're volunteering for this procedure, you feel less nervous about that and take the seat as instructed.
After a few minutes wait, the doctor returns, wearing a pair of latex gloves with a large, what you can only describe as tube-like, object in hand. Weirdly it reminds you of a flesh-light.
and, and, and, and, and, and,<span class="male">"You'll need to take off any clothes you're wearing, they’d be in the way of applying the treatment"</span>, directs the doctor as he starts opening a jar, smearing inside the weird device, and, and, and, and, and, and,<span class="male">"The procedure is relatively complex, all I need you to do is lie back whilst I apply the device. Let’s just say it’s going to get interesting"</span>, he continues with a wink as <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>you wait, already naked, so don't need to get undressed<</if>>.
Naked, you lie back on the chair, waiting for the procedure. Before long, Dr.Radcliff places a cold, well lubricated hand on your <<checkPenis>> cock, running his fingers clinically around your shaft, ensuring that it’s properly prepared for what’s to come. With a confident nod, he brings the device over to your dick, gently maneuvering your pole into its snug, wet, confines. <span class="male">"This might pinch a little, but you must understand that your body is working on some complex alterations and creating sensitive tissue is always a little tricky"</span>. Slightly nervous from the doctors directions you brace yourself for what is about to happen.
With a slight !Click! you feel a quick pinching sensation that quickly is replaced by an overall numbness of your cock and balls. Taking a step back, Dr.Radcliff sits down on a nearby chair ready to oversee the procedure. Waiting for 5 minutes, nothing of note happens, only an occasional beep or whir from the engulfing device. Then it happens, all of a sudden, a rapid burst of sensation catches you by surprise with enough force that you’re almost jolted off the seat. Feeling returns to your groin, however it’s much more intense than previously, causing you to cry out in overstimulated shock.
In response to the changing situation, the device seated on your dick starts to vibrate aggressively, an odd wet heat pooling around the head of your penis. It feels almost as if something is trying to enter your urethra, causing a tingle up inside. The sensations, however, do not stop, your arousal, built from the pleasurable feelings now overpowering you, causing complex thoughts about what is happening wanting to cease. With a loud groaning orgasm, you start to notice that your thighs are covered in a thick liquid. Looking down you notice, spraying from the end of the device, a heavy constant stream of cum. Maybe your balls reserves, being ejected to make way for your new female equivalent, you wonder briefly before another orgasm shakes the thought from your mind.
Between the constant wave of orgasms, you start to feel a sucking sensation centered on your crotch, accompanied by a pleasant internal feeling beneath it. Again, looking down to try and observe what is happening, you notice that you’re starting to feel something happening to your balls, hidden by the device. Then with a loud pop, you start to feel as though something being pulled through the bottom of the spot between the device and where the base of your dick meets. Peering past the device you can just about make out that you no longer have a fleshy sack hanging beneath it. One final intense orgasm, sending a shower of cum across spraying your thoroughly, signals the end of the procedure, the strange object suddenly coming to a sudden halt of all function.
The doctor looks on smiling for a moment, before walking over and carefully pulling out the device, now seemingly lodged within you. No longer blocked from view, you can now clearly see your new pussy, wet and puffy. A small clit resting at the top of it. You run your hand across it briefly, checking that it’s real. With a shudder of sensation, you are assured the procedure is complete. Taking a moment, you relax before getting ready to carry on, too tired to move from the lake of cum you produced.
[["Did you want anything else?"|Clinic General Transformation Options]] Asks the doctor smiling.<<addToInventory "Model jet kit">><<addToMidShelf "Model jet kit">>Looking through a section filled with decorations, cosmetics, toys and gift opportunities, you find your sought-after purchase. You bring the model jet kit to the shops counter.
<span class="bimbo">"So, like, jets aren’t very cute. They’re super boyish and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a pink one. Like, is it a gift for someone?"</span> Tilly wonders, as she finishes processing your order.
[img[TRCimgs/Shop Items/BagPink.png]]
With your purchase complete you [[return to shopping|Shop Stock]]<<if $diaperMessCountDown <= 0>><<set $diaperMessCountDown = 2>><</if>><<if $diaperWetCountDown <= 0>><<set $diaperWetCountDown = 1>><</if>><<if $abdlTrainerTask == 2>><<set $abdlTrainerTaskComplete = true>><</if>>Finally arriving at your destination, you find yourself in the fetish plaza, outside a brightly coloured facade covered with childish cartoon characters. A slightly wonky sign reads, <span class="neutral">"Little Land Nursery"</span>, a couple of letters filled with cutsie love hearts.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Signs/LittleLandNursery.png]]</div>
As you enter, you find the inside just as over the top as the entrance, vibrant murals of unicorns, princesses and teddy bears covering the walls of the foyer. An older looking woman with greying hair and a prodigious set of breasts sits behind a desk, a large smile spreads across her face at seeing you enter. <<if visited() >1 || $abdlTrainerFirstVisit>>You know this woman as Aunt Mildred, your assigned diaper 'carer'. <</if>>Getting up, she wanders over to you a clipboard in one arm and a large bag labelled 'diaper supplies' over the other. Beckoning you forward, she passes through a side door <<if $submission >0>>, looking back happily as you follow her<<else>>, tutting disapprovingly back at you as you hesitate to follow her<</if>>.
Nervously, you pass through the side door and [[into the unknown|Diaper Training Lesson]].
The two of you engage in further small talk, having a more dedicated hang out session. You spend your time commenting on the games shown on a small screen behind the bar, <<if $davisDating>>or about plans for dates between the two of you<<else>>or sometimes about Davis's work<</if>>. In particular he tells you a story about his work. <<print either("Apparently he had a particularly aggressive capture van target a couple of days ago that he had to knock out after the guy stole a stun rod from another agent. They had to fill out a lot of paper work after that","Apparently the agents love to frequent a cat girl waitressed restaurant in the facility. The girls apparently charge the agents extra to sit in their laps and cuddle up to them as they eat");>>. Overall, it's a nice relaxing drinking session, letting you get to know the agent just a little bit better.<<if ($abdlPlay || $diaperWettingPlay || $diaperMessingPlay) && ($diaperMessCounter + $diaperWetCounter) >= 2>><br><br>He also makes a couple of comments about an odd smell that's stuck around the two of you during the time you've hung out, much to your embarrassment. Thankfully, he doesn't seem to put two and two together and realise that it's your dirty diaper he's smelling.<</if>>
After a couple of drinks, you realise that you probably need to do something more productive. Putting your empty glass on the bar you [[go back to talking to Davis|The Fainting Goat Spend Time With Agent Davis]]<<removeFromInventory "Model jet kit">><<removeFromMidShelf "Model jet kit">>Trying to think of how you can repair your relationship with Davis, you remember how much importance he put on the roses he gave you when you first started dating. Searching through your possessions you find the model jet kit you bought. Thinking back, you do think you've heard Davis comment on his love of repairing things, maybe that'll extend to a kit model, you wonder.
Not sure how to approach the situation you cough a little to get his attention, <span class="player">"Hey, I've got something I want to give you, as a thank you for looking after me"</span>.
Looking up from his drink, Davis bursts out laughing, <span class="male">"That's a nice offer slut but I'm busy drinking at the moment, maybe we can fuck later"</span>. The look on his face however rapidly changes as you place the model kit on the bar in front of him. Looking a little embarrassed he continues, <span class="male">"Erm, alright, thanks. I appreciate that you've gone to a lot of trouble getting that for me, I know how hard it is for you girls to afford things in the facility. Sorry, about a moment ago"</span>.
Bending towards you from his position on the bar stool, he places a tender kiss on your forehead. <span class="male">"Good girl"</span>, he smiles, taking the kit model box to have a better look at it.
With Davis now in a much better mood in regards to your relationship, you [[go back to talking to Davis|The Fainting Goat Spend Time With Agent Davis]].
You tell Ashley that you'd rather spend some time getting to know her better. She pouts in response and puts a look on her face that looks like a wounded puppy. Thankfully you can spot the corners of her mouth twinge as she stifles a smile. In fact, it might be the light, but you'd swear she's blushing a little, her cheeks just noticeably reddened.
With an exaggerated sigh, she pats the clothes chest beside her, offering it up as a seat for you. The next few minutes are odd, Ashley still flirts and teases constantly as you converse with her, however she seems a lot more open. You engage mostly in small talk, going over people you know, things that have happened to each of you, what you both like to do for fun.
In particular she tells you a story about her work training new inductees how to embrace exhibitionism. <<print either("Apparently she had a particularly shy girl get assigned to her training to help her get over her issues. Ashley spent hours trying to convince her to get undressed in public, but the girl just kept refusing. Eventually the girl had to be dragged off by security, the guard mentioning that she was getting sent straight to auction","Apparently the agents love to bother her while she's working in the sexual services hub. Ashely tells you how the girls she teaches sometimes get dragged off in the middle of a training session to be fucked by one of them. With a rather uncharacteristically grumpy face on, she laments how annoying it is when they do");>>. Overall, it's a nice relaxing chatting session, letting you get to know the attractive exhibitionist just a little bit better.<<if ($abdlPlay || $diaperWettingPlay || $diaperMessingPlay) && ($diaperMessCounter + $diaperWetCounter) >= 2>><br><br>She also loudly taunts you about a foul smell that's stuck around the two of you during the time you've hung out, much to your embarrassment. Thankfully, she doesn't seem to really think it's you, or realise that it's your dirty diaper she's smelling.<</if>>
After a little while, you realise that you probably need to do something more productive. Getting up from the trunk you [[go back to talking to Ashley|Sexual Hub Spend Time With Ashley]].<<if $diaperSkill == 1>><<set $random = random(8,16)>><<elseif $diaperSkill == 2>><<set $random = random(6,12)>><<elseif $diaperSkill == 3>><<set $random = random(4,8)>><</if>><<set $diaperWetCountDown = $random>><<if $currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">><<set $diaperWetCounter += 1>>As you're travelling, you suddenly start to feel a building of pressure in your bladder. Looking around nervously, you try to see if you can spot any sign of a toilet nearby. <<if $diaperLocked>>Sadly, you remember that your diaper is locked on you, offering you no way out of this situation. Standing around you are many onlookers, soon to observe your embarrassing situation<<else>>Sadly, you cannot spot any such opportunity, only onlookers to watch your embarrassing situation<</if>>. Desperately you try to hold your thighs together, hoping what you know is a futile hope, that maybe if you can just hold on you can at least find somewhere more private to wet yourself. The uncomfortable need to pee is building rapidly and you know that soon you'll have no choice but to wet yourself.
You slowly start to waddle, trying to make your way over to a quiet corner, thinking that at least you'd be less noticeable in your incontinence. The attempt to move, however, turns out to have been a poor decision. Your sudden steps stopping you from maintaining the pressure you needed to hold back the floodgates of your piss.
Thankfully, you are wearing a diaper, otherwise you'd likely be even more obvious in your urination, leaving a large puddle on the floor. Sadly, wetting yourself so publicly overwhelms you, a deep red blush spreading across your face. The sound of you peeing yourself is audible, and combined with your awkward stance and look of distress, a small crowd has started to build. Watching you in your moment of humiliation, they watch as you just stand there, your diaper sagging a little from the added weight of your pee. The smell of fresh urine clings to you, leaving you unable to escape your shame. Worst of all, the feeling of wetting yourself is actually turning you on, your <<if $penis>>cock rock hard in your $currentUnderwear<<else>>pussy wet and needy in your $currentUnderwear<</if>>, your diaper training fresh in your mind. As the last dregs of piss drip out of you, the uncomfortable pressure is finally gone, bringing a weird happiness to you, despite the humiliation. Seeing that you've finished pissing yourself, the crowd starts to slowly dissipate, throwing a couple of mean comments your way as they depart.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/PublicWet.jpg]]</div>
Finally taking stock of the situation, you evaluate what just happened. The new state of your diaper is, <<checkDiaperWet>>. The act of wetting yourself in public embarrassed you greatly, but you couldn't help but feel at least a little aroused by the situation. Certainly not a high point in your day.<<else>>As you're travelling, you suddenly start to feel a building of pressure in your bladder. Looking around nervously, you try to see if you can spot any sign of a toilet nearby. Sadly, you cannot spot any such opportunity, only onlookers to watch your embarrassing situation. Desperately you try to hold your thighs together, hoping what you know is a futile hope, that maybe if you can just hold on you can at least find somewhere more private to wet yourself. The uncomfortable need to pee is building rapidly and you know that soon you'll have no choice but to wet yourself.
You slowly start to waddle, trying to make your way over to a quiet corner, thinking that at least you'd be less noticeable in your incontinence. The attempt to move, however, turns out to have been a poor decision. Your sudden steps stopping you from maintaining the pressure you needed to hold back the floodgates of your piss.
Worst of all, you aren’t even wearing a diaper as you were instructed, realising that you’ll likely be even more obvious in your urination, leaving a large puddle on the floor. Sadly, wetting yourself so publicly overwhelms you, a deep red blush spreading across your face. The sound of you peeing yourself is audible as it splashes against the floor creating a small puddle. Combined with your awkward stance and look of distress, a small crowd has started to build. Watching you in your moment of humiliation, they watch as you just stand there, pee running down your thighs in a thick stream. <<if $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>Your $currentUnderwear soaked through with urine, damp and irritating against your skin. <</if>>The smell of fresh urine clings to you, leaving you unable to escape your shame. Worst of all, the feeling of wetting yourself is actually turning you on, your <<if $penis>>cock rock hard in response<<else>>pussy wet and needy in response<</if>>, your diaper training fresh in your mind. As the last dregs of piss drip out of you, joining the pool at your feet, the uncomfortable pressure is finally gone. The lack of your recent discomfort bringing a weird happiness to you, despite the humiliation. Seeing that you've finished pissing yourself, the crowd starts to slowly dissipate, throwing a couple of mean comments your way as they depart. A couple even taking pictures of you standing a puddle of your own piss.
Finally taking stock of the situation, you evaluate what just happened. You momentarily lament your lack of a diaper, at least if you’d worn one you wouldn’t be covered in your own urine. The act of wetting yourself in public embarrassed you greatly, but you couldn't help but feel at least a little aroused by the situation. Certainly not a high point in your day.<</if>>
<<if $currentUnderwear != "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">><<if $diaperSkill == 1>><<set $random = random(1,2)>><<elseif $diaperSkill == 2>><<set $random = random(1,3)>><<elseif $diaperSkill == 3>><<set $random = random(1,4)>><</if>><<if $random == 1>>Your accident complete you [[continue onward|interuptDestinationTime( $intendedLocation )]]<<else>>As you begin to leave you hear a demanding tut from behind you, turning around you see the familiar face of Aunt Mildred. Dissapointment evident in her look as she looms over you. You gulp as [[you await your punishment|Diaper Punishment Interrupt]].<</if>><<else>><<if $diaperSkill == 1>><<set $random = random(1,10)>><<elseif $diaperSkill == 2>><<set $random = random(1,14)>><<elseif $diaperSkill == 3>><<set $random = random(1,25)>><</if>><<if $random >= 8>><<if ($diaperWettingPlay && $diaperMessCounter >= 3) || ($diaperMessingPlay && $diaperWetCounter >= 3)>>As you begin to leave you hear a demanding tut from behind you, turning around you see the familiar face of Aunt Mildred. Dissapointment evident in her look as she looms over you.
<span class="female">"Someone looks like they've been naughty, walking around with a full diaper"</span>, she scolds. You gulp as [[you await your punishment|Diaper Punishment Interrupt]].<<else>>As you begin to leave you hear a worried call from behind you, turning around you see the familiar face of Aunt Mildred. Concern evident in her look as she looms over you.
<span class="female">"Looks like someone is in need of a change"</span>, she states as she pats your $currentUnderwear.
Do you:
[[Accept her offer|Diaper Change Interrupt][$diaperWetCounter = 0; $diaperMessCounter = 0]]
[[Decline her offer|interuptDestinationTime( $intendedLocation )]]<</if>><<else>>Your accident complete you [[continue onward|interuptDestinationTime( $intendedLocation )]]<</if>>
<</if>><<if $diaperSkill == 1>><<set $random = random(9,18)>><<elseif $diaperSkill == 2>><<set $random = random(7,14)>><<elseif $diaperSkill == 3>><<set $random = random(5,10)>><</if>><<set $diaperMessCountDown = $random>><<if $currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">><<set $diaperMessCounter += 1>>As you're travelling, you suddenly start to feel a building of pressure in your bowels. The sound of your stomach gurgling, worrying you about what is about to happen. Looking around nervously, you try to see if you can spot any sign of a toilet nearby. <<if $diaperLocked>>Sadly, you remember that your diaper is locked on you, offering you no way out of this situation. Standing around you are many onlookers, soon to observe your embarrassing situation<<else>>Sadly, you cannot spot any such opportunity, only onlookers to watch your embarrassing situation<</if>>. Desperately you try to clench your ass cheeks, hoping what you know is a futile hope, that maybe if you can just hold on you can at least find somewhere more private to mess yourself. The uncomfortable need to poo is building rapidly and you know that soon you'll have no choice but to poop yourself.
You slowly start to waddle, trying to make your way over to a quiet corner, thinking that at least you'd be less noticeable in your incontinence. The attempt to move, however, turns out to have been a poor decision. Your sudden steps stopping you from maintaining the pressure you needed to hold back the tide of your bum.
Thankfully, you are wearing a diaper, otherwise you'd likely be even more obvious in your pooping, leaving a large puddle of muck on the floor. Sadly, pooping yourself so publicly overwhelms you, a deep red blush spreading across your face. The sound of your stomach rumbling is audible, and combined with your awkward stance and look of distress, a small crowd has started to build. Watching you in your moment of humiliation, they watch as you just stand there, your diaper sagging a little from the added weight of your mess. The smell of fresh poo clings to your, leaving you unable to escape your shame. Worst of all, the feeling of messing yourself is actually turning you on, your <<if $penis>>cock rock hard in your $currentUnderwear<<else>>pussy wet and needy in your $currentUnderwear<</if>>, your diaper training fresh in your mind. As the last dollops of poop push out of you, the uncomfortable pressure is finally gone, bringing a weird happiness to you, despite the humiliation. Seeing that you've finished pooping yourself, the crowd starts to slowly dissipate, throwing a couple of mean comments your way as they depart.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/PublicMessy.jpg]]</div>
Finally taking stock of the situation, you evaluate what just happened. The new state of your diaper is, <<checkDiaperMess>>. The act of messing yourself in public embarrassed you greatly, but you couldn't help but feel at least a little aroused by the situation. Certainly not a high point in your day.<<else>>As you're travelling, you suddenly start to feel a building of pressure in your bowels. The sound of your stomach gurgling, worrying you about what is about to happen. Looking around nervously, you try to see if you can spot any sign of a toilet nearby. Sadly, you cannot spot any such opportunity, only onlookers to watch your embarrassing situation. Desperately you try to clench your ass cheeks, hoping what you know is a futile hope, that maybe if you can just hold on you can at least find somewhere more private to mess yourself. The uncomfortable need to poo is building rapidly and you know that soon you'll have no choice but to poop yourself.
You slowly start to waddle, trying to make your way over to a quiet corner, thinking that at least you'd be less noticeable in your incontinence. The attempt to move, however, turns out to have been a poor decision. Your sudden steps stopping you from maintaining the pressure you needed to hold back the tide of your bum.
Worst of all, you aren’t even wearing a diaper as you were instructed, realising that you’ll likely be even more obvious in your messing, leaving a large pile of poop on the floor. Sadly, pooping yourself so publicly overwhelms you, a deep red blush spreading across your face. The sound of your stomach rumbling is audible as is the plopping sound as your poo slaps against the floor creating a small pile. Combined with your awkward stance and look of distress, a small crowd has started to build. Watching you in your moment of humiliation, they watch as you just stand there, mess rolling down your thighs in a thick sludge. <<if $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>Your $currentUnderwear filled with poo, distended and stained, feel gross yet pleasantly warm against your rear. <</if>>The smell of fresh poo clings to you, leaving you unable to escape your shame. Worst of all, the feeling of messing yourself is actually turning you on, your <<if $penis>>cock rock hard in response<<else>>pussy wet and needy in response<</if>>, your diaper training fresh in your mind. As the last dollops of poop push out of you, joining the pile at your feet, the uncomfortable pressure is finally gone. The lack of your recent discomfort bringing a weird happiness to you, despite the humiliation. Seeing that you've finished pooping yourself, the crowd starts to slowly dissipate, throwing a couple of mean comments your way as they depart.
Finally taking stock of the situation, you evaluate what just happened. You momentarily lament your lack of a diaper, at least if you’d worn one you wouldn’t be covered in your own mess. The act of messing yourself in public embarrassed you greatly, but you couldn't help but feel at least a little aroused by the situation. Certainly not a high point in your day.<</if>>
<<if $currentUnderwear != "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">><<if $diaperSkill == 1>><<set $random = random(1,2)>><<elseif $diaperSkill == 2>><<set $random = random(1,3)>><<elseif $diaperSkill == 3>><<set $random = random(1,4)>><</if>><<if $random == 1>>Your accident complete you [[continue onward|interuptDestinationTime( $intendedLocation )]]<<else>>As you begin to leave you hear a demanding tut from behind you, turning around you see the familiar face of Aunt Mildred. Dissapointment evident in her look as she looms over you. You gulp as [[you await your punishment|Diaper Punishment Interrupt]].<</if>><<else>><<if $diaperSkill == 1>><<set $random = random(1,10)>><<elseif $diaperSkill == 2>><<set $random = random(1,14)>><<elseif $diaperSkill == 3>><<set $random = random(1,25)>><</if>><<if $random >= 8>><<if ($diaperWettingPlay && $diaperMessCounter >= 3) || ($diaperMessingPlay && $diaperWetCounter >= 3)>>As you begin to leave you hear a demanding tut from behind you, turning around you see the familiar face of Aunt Mildred. Dissapointment evident in her look as she looms over you.
<span class="female">"Someone looks like they've been naughty, walking around with a full diaper"</span>, she scolds. You gulp as [[you await your punishment|Diaper Punishment Interrupt]].<<else>>As you begin to leave you hear a worried call from behind you, turning around you see the familiar face of Aunt Mildred. Concern evident in her look as she looms over you.
<span class="female">"Looks like someone is in need of a change"</span>, she states as she pats your $currentUnderwear.
Do you:
[[Accept her offer|Diaper Change Interrupt][$diaperWetCounter = 0; $diaperMessCounter = 0]]
[[Decline her offer|interuptDestinationTime( $intendedLocation )]]<</if>><<else>>Your accident complete you [[continue onward|interuptDestinationTime( $intendedLocation )]]<</if>>
<</if>><<set $diaperPunishmentLevel += 1>><<if ($currentUnderwear != "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper") || ($diaperPunishmentLevel >= 3 && !$diaperLocked)>><<include [[Diaper Punishment Interrupt Diaper Locking]]>><<else>><<set $random = random(1,3)>><<if $random == 1>><<include [[Diaper Punishment Interrupt 1]]>><<elseif $random == 2>><<include [[Diaper Punishment Interrupt 2]]>><<elseif $random == 3>><<include [[Diaper Punishment Interrupt 3]]>><</if>><</if>>
<<if $diaperPunishmentLevel > 5>>As you're about to leave, you notice that Aunt Mildred has returned, a somewhat forlorn look upon her face.
<span class="female">"I'm sorry my little diaper bum, but I've had complaints from my supervisors. Apparently, I've been too lenient on you, and they're worried that you're just not taking to my assistance in helping you adapt to your new lifestyle. As such, they're having me drag you in for final processing. Though I've talked to them, and they'll let me look after you the whole way, so you don't need to panic my cute little sweetheart. Maybe we'll figure all of this out, and this will be for the best"</span>, consoles Aunt Mildred.
Aiming a remote at you, you undergo a sudden wave of fatigue, unable to keep your eyes open. Dropping to the floor and cuddling into a comfortable ball, you have no choice but [[to fall asleep|followDestination('Diaper Caught Punishment')]].<<else>>Your punishment complete you [[continue onward|interuptDestinationTime( $intendedLocation )]].<</if>>Smiling, Aunt Mildred coos, <span class="female">"Good <<if $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>>. Let’s get that cute little diaper bum of yours all cleaned up"</span>. The fact that she makes the statement so publicly, sends a deep blush of embarrassment across your face. Nodding your head, you get ready for her to lead you off for a diaper.
The blush on your face only deepens as she starts laying out a thick squishy yet waterproof mat onto the floor of the corridor. She does however, do it up against a side wall. She's probably worried that you might get stood on otherwise you think, sure that she'd likely make the experience more public and humiliating if she could.
<<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>Seeing that you're clothed, your carer begins quickly divesting you of your $currentClothing, leaving it in a neat pile on the floor. <</if>>Ready to begin, she guides you down onto the mat, cooing and shushing you kindly, praising your good behaviour. Laying down on your back naked upon the, thankfully thick, cushiony tarp you start to contemplate whether getting a quick diaper change was really worth this degrading experience. Looking up, you start to see a small gaggle of onlookers, a few remaining from your previous humiliation, watching on expectantly.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/DiaperChangeClean.png]]</div>
Undoing the bindings on your diaper your <<if $penis>>erect cock, still hard from your previous humiliations<<else>>sopping wet pussy, still puffy and wanting from your previous humiliations<</if>> now fully on display, provoking a rousing cheer from your spectators.
Pulling the soiled diaper off of you, Aunt Mildred wrinkles her nose, an over acted look of disgust on her face. <span class="female">"Someone has been a horny little stinker today haven't they. How would you ever manage without me to look after you?"</span>, she asks aloud to a chorus of laughs at your expense from gathered spectators. <<if $submission >10>>You sit and take the mocking, knowing there is nothing you can do and that you probably in part deserve it. After all, your current toilet issues are something you signed up for willingly.<<else>>You balk at your treatment, ready to respond angrily to the crowd. However, your attempts are quickly struck down as Aunt Mildred gives you a withering look that pierces you to the core, unwilling to get into any more trouble.<</if>>
Packing up your soiled $currentUnderwear into a container in her diaper bag, she proceeds to remove a fresh $currentUnderwear, a box of wipes and a shaker of diaper powder, placing them on the floor next to you. Firstly, she cleans your <<if $penis && $vagina>>penis, vagina and ass<<elseif $penis>>penis and ass<<else>>vagina and ass<</if>>, wiping them thoroughly with a wipe. She takes no notice of your horny need, acting remarkably professional in her ministrations. Once she's ascertained that you have been thoroughly cleaned up, she begins with spreading a fresh coat of baby powder across your crotch and ass. Explaining to both you and the crowd that no one wants a diaper baby to get a rash down there.
Just as you think your ordeal is about to be over, the fresh $currentUnderwear in her hand, Aunt Mildred starts to smile maliciously. <span class="female">"What do good stinky diaper <<if $femininity >=0>>girls<<else>>boys<</if>> say when someone takes such good care of them?"</span>, a howl of laughter from the crowd heightening your embarrassment at being pressed to praise your carer for humiliating you publicly.
<span class="player">"Thank you, Aunt Mildred"</span>, you whimper, desperately wanting this to be over.
The pleasant smile returned, Aunt Mildred coos <span class="female">"Good <<if $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>>"</span>, before fitting the new $currentUnderwear onto you. The crowd cheers, happy that you've professed your 'enjoyment' for what has happened. Placing a loving kiss on your forehead, your carer begins helping you up before she quickly picks up and repacks the changing mat. Obvious that their fun is at an end, the crowd quickly disperses. Their comments much less mean this time, maybe because of the presence of your carer.
<span class="female">"Run along then sweetheart. If you need another change don't hesitate to come find me"</span>, Aunt Mildred coos<<if $currentClothing != "Naked">> , helping you back into you $currentClothing<</if>>. Giving you a wave she heads off, leaving you alone with your clean diaper and an increased need for sexual relief after the additional humiliation.
Your diaper change complete you [[continue onward|interuptDestinationTime( $intendedLocation )]].<span class="male">"A simple, but effective procedure"</span>, adds Dr.Radcliff as you point out your selection, <span class="male">"The subjects normally look better with a bigger ass, gives your sexual partners something to hold onto when they fuck you"</span>.
The doctor motions for you to sit down in a chair that is again reminiscent of a dentist's chair, as he searches for something he's yet to explain. This time, however, there are no visible restraints, and, given that you're volunteering for this procedure, you feel less nervous about that and take the seat as instructed.
After a few minutes wait, the doctor returns, wearing a pair of latex gloves with a large jar of cream in hand.
<span class="male">"You'll need to take off any clothes you're wearing, don't want them to get ruined"</span>, directs the doctor as he starts opening the jar, <span class="male">"The procedure is very simple, all I need to do is have you lie face down so I can apply this cream to your bum and it'll be bigger before you know it"</span>, he continues as <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>you're already naked so don't need to get undressed<</if>>.
Now naked, you lie face down on the chair, waiting for the procedure. Before long, Dr.Radcliff places both hands on simultaneously on your butt. At first the feeling is cold as the obviously refrigerated cream makes contact with your skin. However, you quickly heat up, seemingly from the cream's reaction as it starts to take effect. The doctor gently gropes your ass, carefully applying the cream as equally as possible. The look on his face is one of concentration and contentment, and looking down you're sure you notice a more obvious than normal bulge in his pants.
Taking a step back, he removes his gloves, watching on. Now that you have the space to think, you realise that for some reason the cream smells faintly of strawberries, weird, but in a nice way. You wait briefly for the treatment to take effect, it takes a moment for you to realise that your ass has even changed, an odd stretching feeling emanating from your rear. As you wait, a pleasant sensation radiates from your butt, not enough to push you towards an orgasm, but, however, a pleasant diversion as you wait. Eventually, after a few minutes, the change is much more obvious, looking over your shoulder you can clearly see that your ass is bigger.
The doctor looks on smiling for a moment, before walking over with a small mirror in hand, angling it so you can see your behind. You can clearly see that your bottom is now <<checkAss>> in size, jiggling slightly as you adjust to get a good view of it. Assured the procedure is complete you relax, ready to carry on.
[["Did you want anything else?"|Clinic General Transformation Options]] Asks the doctor smiling.<span class="male">"A simple, but effective procedure"</span>, adds Dr.Radcliff as you point out your selection, <span class="male">"The subjects normally look better with a bigger ass, but there are some who prefer a smaller one too, lets your sexual partners wrap their hands around your ass easier when they fuck you"</span>.
The doctor motions for you to sit down in a chair that is again reminiscent of a dentist's chair, as he searches for something he's yet to explain. This time, however, there are no visible restraints, and, given that you're volunteering for this procedure, you feel less nervous about that and take the seat as instructed.
After a few minutes wait, the doctor returns, wearing a pair of latex gloves with a large jar of cream in hand.
<span class="male">"You'll need to take off any clothes you're wearing, don't want them to get ruined"</span>, directs the doctor as he starts opening the jar, <span class="male">"The procedure is very simple, all I need to do is have you lie face down so I can apply this cream to your bum and it'll be smaller before you know it"</span>, he continues as <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>you're already naked so don't need to get undressed<</if>>.
Now naked, you lie face down on the chair, waiting for the procedure. Before long, Dr.Radcliff places both hands on simultaneously on your butt. At first the feeling is cold as the obviously refrigerated cream makes contact with your skin. However, you quickly heat up, seemingly from the cream's reaction as it starts to take effect. The doctor gently gropes your ass, carefully applying the cream as equally as possible. The look on his face is one of concentration and contentment, and looking down you're sure you notice a more obvious than normal bulge in his pants.
Taking a step back, he removes his gloves, watching on. Now that you have the space to think, you realise that for some reason the cream smells faintly of lemons, weird, but in a nice way. You wait briefly for the treatment to take effect, it takes a moment for you to realise that your ass has even changed, an odd tensing feeling emanating from your rear. As you wait, a pleasant sensation radiates from your butt, not enough to push you towards an orgasm, but, however, a pleasant diversion as you wait. Eventually, after a few minutes, the change is much more obvious, looking over your shoulder you can clearly see that your ass is smaller.
The doctor looks on smiling for a moment, before walking over with a small mirror in hand, angling it so you can see your behind. You can clearly see that your bottom is now <<checkAss>> in size, jiggling slightly less than you’re used to as you adjust to get a good view of it. Assured the procedure is complete you relax, ready to carry on.
[["Did you want anything else?"|Clinic General Transformation Options]] Asks the doctor smiling.<<addToWardrobe "Short Pink Latex Bodycon Dress">>You bring the Short Pink Latex Bodycon Dress to the shops counter.
<span class="bimbo">"Awesome! Like its pink which is just the best, and it’ll really show off your awesome body. I’d totally wear something that pretty, like, all the guys in the club won’t be able to look away from you in a dress like that"</span> Tilly giggles, as she finishes processing your order.
[img[TRCimgs/Shop Items/BagPink.png]]
With your purchase complete you [[return to shopping|Shop Stock]].<<addToWardrobe "Pink Sequin Top and Jean Shorts">>You bring the Pink Sequin Top and Jean Shorts to the shops counter.
<span class="bimbo">"Totally awesome! Like it’s just so sparkly. Also, you know, pink which is just the amazing, and it’ll let you show a lot of skin. I’d totally wear something that pretty, sort of jealous you managed to find it. Like, you’ll have to let me borrow it some time. Hey, wouldn’t that be awesome, to like share clothes, we’d be like slutty sisters"</span> Tilly giggles, as she finishes processing your order.
[img[TRCimgs/Shop Items/BagPink.png]]
With your purchase complete you [[return to shopping|Shop Stock]].
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<b>Introduction:</b>
Welcome to The Repurposing Center. Before the game starts we're going to just quickly go through a couple of gameplay points to help accustom you to play. If you wish to skip reading this part, everything covered here is also covered in the 'Hints/Tips' page, available on the left-hand bar.
Text is split into a number of colors depending on circumstance. Which are:
Player speech -> <span class="player">light yellow</span>
Female NPC speech -> <span class="female">light purple</span>
Male NPC speech -> <span class="male">light blue</span>
Gender neutral NPC speech -> <span class="neutral">pale green</span>
Bimbo speech and concepts -> <span class="bimbo">pink</span>
Over the course of the game you'll be given various choices which will allow you to shape both the physical and mental characteristics of your character. Additionally, you will need to manage the game's currency G.G.P, more on this is explained in the game's introduction.
When you reach the end of the introduction, you'll be able to access various activities within the facility. The main activities are accessible through your room's tablet, allowing the character to undertake work, training or socialisation.
Days are split up so that players can undertake 3 major actions a day (jobs, training or contacting npcs for dates), make use of your free time in the sandbox to change your appearance and find out more about npcs. To move the day forward, ensure you're in the day's last time slot and choose to sleep from your room's option list.
Above everything, play how you want to play. There is no wrong way to play the game as long as you're having fun.
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<b>Sexuality Selection</b> - <i>allows player to gate sexual preference content</i>:
<table>
<tr>
Interested in everyone (default) <<radiobutton "$sexualPreference" "0" checked>>
</tr>
<tr>
Interested in only women <<radiobutton "$sexualPreference" "1">>
</tr>
<tr>
Interested in only men <<radiobutton "$sexualPreference" "2">>
</tr>
<tr>
No choice mode (player has no choice when selecting client gender in jobs and encounters) <<radiobutton "$sexualPreference" "3">>
</tr>
</table><hr>
<b>Fetish Content</b> - <i>allows player to gate fetish content - check all content you want to see</i>:
<table>
<tr>
Lactation/HuCows <<checkbox "$lactationPlay" false true>>
</tr>
<tr>
Hermaphrodites <<checkbox "$hermPlay" false true>> (allows player to encounter hermaphrodites)
</tr>
<tr>
Cum play <<checkbox "$cumPlay" false true>> (drinking large amount of cum, getting covered in it, etc.)
</tr>
<tr>
Watersports <<checkbox "$waterSportsPlay" false true>>
</tr>
<tr>
ABDl/Diapers <<checkbox "$abdlPlay" false true>> Diaper wetting? <<checkbox "$diaperWettingPlay" false true>> Diaper messing? <<checkbox "$diaperMessingPlay" false true>>
</tr>
<tr>
Bimbo-Hypnosis <<checkbox "$bimboPlay" false true>>
</tr>
<tr>
Non-Consent <<checkbox "$nonConPlay" false true>>
</tr>
<tr>
Pet-Play <<checkbox "$petPlay" false true>> (people roleplaying as animals, not to be mistaken with furries)
</tr>
</table><hr>
<b>NPC Trainers</b> - <i>trainers will give periodic tasks and attempt to push players into their associated fetishes, fighting against their orders may lead to punishment and impromptu game-over’s</i>:
<table>
<tr>
ABDL/Diaper trainer <<checkbox "$abdlTrainer" false true>> - <i>Note: ABDL trainer will only train associated fetishes selected by player</i>
</tr>
</table><hr>
<b>Other Options</b> - <i>allows player to select other gameplay related options</i>:
<table>
<tr>
Involuntary TF Mode <<checkbox "$involTFPlay" false true>> - Normally TF-based random encounters will allow players to escape them, with this selected you will have no escape option
</tr>
<tr>
Increasing Upkeep Mode <<checkbox "$increasingUpkeep" false true>> - Normally, daily player upkeep costs remain relatively low, but with this mode active players will face the clock as their upkeep costs continue to climb ever higher (+100 G.G.P every 5 days)
</tr>
<tr>
Mobile Mode <<checkbox "$mobileView" false true>> - Removes image based menus, allowing in game navigation for mobile users
</tr>
<tr>
Include seasonal encounters all year round? <<checkbox "$seasonalEvents" false true>>
</tr>
</table><hr>
<b>Pronoun Selection</b> - <i>allows player to choose their personal pronoun - not all NPC’s will use it, but some will</i>:
<table>
<tr>
Standard pronouns (default) <<radiobutton "$pronoun" "0" checked>> (based on player appearance)
</tr>
<tr>
Feminine pronouns <<radiobutton "$pronoun" "1">>
</tr>
<tr>
Masculine pronouns <<radiobutton "$pronoun" "2">>
</tr>
<tr>
Gender neutral pronouns <<radiobutton "$pronoun" "3">>
</tr>
</table><hr>
<b>Start Selection</b>:
[[Voluntary Male Start|Upbringing Voluntary][$penis = true; $penisSize = 2; $volunteered = true; $submission = 10; $femininity = -20; $startGender = true]]
[[Involuntary Male Start|Upbringing Involuntary][$penis = true; $penisSize = 2; $femininity = -20; $startGender = true]]
[[Voluntary Female Start|Upbringing Voluntary][$penis = false; $vagina = true; $volunteered = true; $submission = 10; $femininity = 20; $breastSize = 1; $startGender = false; $firstName = "Jane"]]
[[Involuntary Female Start|Upbringing Involuntary][$penis = false; $vagina = true; $femininity = 20; $femininity = 20; $breastSize = 1; $startGender = false; $firstName = "Jane"]]You've nothing to do. With no job and no money, what options do you have? You can't afford internet access and your old TV can only receive the three government broadcast channels, and really, who under the age of 50 watches those?
Bored and alone, you decide to check through your mail. As you wander down the long stairway of your apartment building, you ponder on what opportunities you really have, trapped in a horrendous cycle of being unable to afford the extra education you'd need to be able to find a job. Your government benefits barely sustain your cheap apartment, let alone food and other needs. You sigh, finally reaching your mail cubby in the foyer.
Opening the locked mail box, you take the expected stack of junk mail in hand, beginning the long trek back upstairs. Exhausted, you collapse onto your ragged sofa, thumbing through the collection of advertisements and bills. One especially official looking advertisement printed on a glossy paper stands out amongst the usual rubbish.
<span class="neutral">"Join The Repurposing Center today. Enjoy all the comforts of our luxury accommodations, as you receive the best education money can buy. At the end of your tenure you’ll be provided with a home for life, along with an extensive array of new job opportunities. The facility is government sponsored so all successful applicants will receive all of this for free. Please contact us today, to invest in your future. For a more extensive collection of details, please contact any government accredited law firm"</span>. Bellow all of which, a bold printed telephone number, followed by a large section of tiny print that no matter how hard you squint, you can’t manage to read.
Rushing out into the floor's hallway, you make your way to your floor's designated phone, the flyer still clutched in hand. A smile plastered across your face, you begin to enter the phone number listed on the advertisement, thinking of how lucky you were that a solution to your problems finally presented itself. You momentarily wonder if you should have contacted some sort of lawyer first, but seeing as the reason you’re doing this is because you have no money, that thought is quickly struck down. The phone rings momentarily before a monotone voice responds.
<span class="neutral">"Thank you for showing interest in The Repurposing Center, if you would like to submit an application for the program please press 1 ..."</span>, following the instructions you press the ‘1’ key. <span class="neutral">"Your application has been accepted, congratulations. A government escort will be arriving to pick you up in 15 minutes. Please be at your apartment complex's front door at that time. You will not need to bring anything with you"</span>.
Surprised at the efficiency of the system, you put the phone down, before [[racing downstairs to your building's front door|Background Voluntary 2]].As you pull open the doors, you see a large vehicle parked outside, <span class="neutral">'Capture Van'</span> written in officious block lettering across the back doors, whatever that means. Two heavily armoured men leap from the driver and passenger side doors, startling you enough that you almost fall over yourself. The two men swiftly approach you, one looking you over, whilst the other holds up a large portable tablet. Nodding the driver heads back towards the front of the van whilst the other man opens the rear doors. You think you spot some sort of mesh or cage, though it is hard to make out in the darkness.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Misc/CaptureVan.png]]</div>
<span class="male">"Don’t worry, everything is alright. Your application has gone through and been processed. We’re just here to take you to the facility. Now sadly we have to bring you in in one of the cages we have in back, regulations you see. However, you can opt out now if you want to. The facility has a habit of changing people, you know physically, and I hear there’s a lot of sex involved for you trainees. Last chance to quit"</span>. Shaking your head to the thought of quitting now, already committed to the idea. Even with the new revelations of sex and some sort of body changing, you’re still looking forward to the opportunities being presented to you.
You let the man help you up into the back of the van. Now you are clearly able to confirm your previous suspicions that yes, the back of the van was filled with cages. Helping you settle into a small cage, the man gives you a short nod and a reassuring smile, before finishing up his duties. You are plunged into darkness as the doors close behind you.
You hear the rumble of the van's engine as it ignites ready to take you away to be processed into someone of [[value to society|Arrival Voluntary]].<<addTime>><<addTime>>You awaken to quiet and stillness. You would guess that the van has come to a stop, though in the current scenario you know little of what is next to come. The capture vans, from what you’ve heard, are involved in sort of government scheme. Something about taking the homeless and other such dispossessed individuals off the streets and rehabilitating them so they can become productive members of society. But, you’ve volunteered for whatever’s going to happen, and they did promise to look after and educate you in the promotional material. Other than the rather uncomfortable journey, things could certainly be worse, at least the man who helped you into the van seemed nice.
A large clang of metal breaks your train of thought as the van door is wrenched open.
Bright light streams through the mesh cage you inhabit, momentarily blinding you. After a moment of adjustment, you can make out a tall man in full black government issued body armour, only his mouth and defined chin are visible. To your right you hear a slight shuffling sound giving you the indication that you aren't the only one caged in the van's cramped containment cages.
<span class="male">"Don't worry, nothing to alarm yourself with. We’re here at the facility. In a moment we’ll get you out for processing. Sadly you’re getting processed with a couple of … less voluntary applicants. However, your voluntary status affords you a lot more leeway in your early behaviour, as well as a few other benefits during processing. In a moment I’m going to help you out of the van, I’ll need you to line up on the marks outside"</span>, soothingly smiles the agent as he moves to open your cage first.
Do you:
[[Meekly exit the cage?|Taken To Processing 1][$submission += 2; $davisRelationship +=1]]
[[Exit the cage with head held high?|Taken To Processing 1][$submission += 1]]
[[Shout at the man about your poor treatment?|Taken To Processing 1][$submission += 0]]<<addTime>><<if lastVisited("Processing Non Volunteer Choice") is 1>><span class="player">"Please can I have the lesser treatment"</span>, you ask quietly, not wanting to debase yourself to your captors.
<span class="male">"I don't know if that's going to be enough"</span>, smiles the labcoat wearing man, <span class="male">"You'll have to try a little better than that. Maybe, you could mention how happy you are that we're offering you this opportunity, and how you deserve this all really. That really, this is what you've always been meant for"</span>.
The emotions of the situation welling up within you, producing a couple of silent tears that run down your cheek, you answer dejectedly, <span class="player">"Please can I have the lesser treatment. I promise that I'll be good for you, and that I appreciate everything that you're doing for me. I'm not fit to be left alone, so it's good that you're now looking after me. I feel like that is where I'm truly meant to be. Thank you"</span>.<br><br><</if>><span class="male">"Excellent, I would have preferred to administer the other option. But, still, this is your choice not mine"</span>, the man in the labcoat says to you with a smile, <span class="male">"The next part is just as we went over, it's just a small injection and after that you'll be better than ever"</span>.
The labcoated man proceeds to walk over to the cabinet in the back of the room, which finally opens after a short process of locks and keypads. Sadly, in the position you're fixed in, you can't get a good view of what's inside the cabinet. Though that doesn't really matter as he approaches you momentarily, a hypodermic needle in hand.
<span class="male">"Don't worry, it'll be over before you know it"</span>, smiles the man in the labcoat soothingly as he jabs the hypodermic into your arm and depresses the plunger.
A warm feeling spreads over your body, feeling nice, peaceful even. The warm feeling flows up into your head before growing a little hotter. A minute later you’ve yet to see what the point of all of this was, despite the agent and the doctor continuing to watch you as if they’re waiting for something. The weird heat in your scalp begins to itch and you wonder if it’s a side effect of whatever they injectedplayer with, or maybe just a result of you thinking about it. As you try to ignore the itching feeling you start to feel an odd tickle across your ears. <span class="player">"That’s weird"</span>, you think, as you can clearly see both of your captors. Maybe it again could just be your imagination. Just then before your eyes, your $hairColour hair seems to gain length, coming down to block your view, before parting just enough to let you continue to observe what is happening. Oddly, what should be frightening you doesn't. Instead, you feel good, tingly even and just a little woolly headed. You know you should be worried, maybe even shouting out about what’s happening to you, oddly you don’t seem to be able to, it’s almost as if something is controlling your actions.
Looking down at your body you feel more sensitive, your skin rubbing against your clothes feels sensual. And mentioning your clothes they seem a lot bigger than you previously thought. Or maybe not. No, its your body shrinking slightly in both height and build making your clothes fit more loosely on you. You look down at your arms and see them become slenderer, dainty even. Your hands too look more delicate than they did previously, losing mass but also becoming what to you seem softer. Looking more closely you notice that the hair on your arms has fallen out and instead finer hairs seem to grow where they once stood. You start to contemplate how nice your new arm looks and how proud you are of it, before you catch yourself, realising that you’re a lot more frightened by the situation than anything, even if you still seem physically unable to express these fears.
As you pan your vision across your body to check if your other arm is in the same state as the first, you notice something not right. Your clothes, you note, up until now have all been loose and ill fitting. Oddly, your T-shirt remains still as tight on you as ever and your upper chest has started to feel really good all of a sudden. You look down further, noting that your pants seem to be having the same issue of appearing oversized on your body, as does, now that you think about it, the part of your shirt which now loosely hugs your now much smaller waist. Looking back down to where your <<if $startGender == true>>pecs<<else>>A-cup breasts<</if>> hide under your shirt, you are shocked as you watch two tiny hills erupt from your chest, stretching out your shirt, with two obvious and somewhat larger perky erect nipples. When the two globes of mass stop growing realisation finally strikes you. You now have real breasts. If you had to guess you’d say they were <<checkBreast>> sized boobs, your <<checkBreast>> sized boobs. The feeling of your nipples rubbing against your shirt is enough to make you cum in your pants, an amazing orgasm much better than any you've had before. Maybe this really is for the better, you wonder briefly.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Sex Scenes/InitialTransformation.jpg]]</div>
Your reverie, helped by the amazing feeling from your nipples rubbing against your top, is finally interrupted as you feel the heat start to move again, making its way down your body. Finally, it stops around your waist, the warmth spreading in particular to your crotch until the heat gets so intense you almost pass out.<<if $startGender == true>> A wet squelching sound, accompanied by a contracting feeling, tell you something has happened. But, from your vantage point you cannot see what is happening to your crotch.<</if>> After the previous changes, all focused on making you more feminine, you’re not sure what to expect, though the doctor did seem to assure you this treatment was more limited. Regardless of your concerns, your body just continues to act on the bliss and pleasure you’re feeling, overriding more cognisant thoughts. Abruptly, you feel an odd, wet feeling start to spread within your pants, a distinct smell of wanton arousal filling the air. Maybe it's the treatment making you feel this way, maybe it's what you've always wanted, in your current state you can't tell. All you can tell is that this all feels amazing, and with an orgasm unlike any you've experienced before, the heat starts to recede.
<span class="male">"See, all for the better"</span>, the labcoat wearing man chuckles.
The government agent starts unstrapping you, but you're too woozy to do much other than get up, supported by the agent. Looking around you can see the other two prisoners still strapped down, however neither of them seem any different than when you saw them earlier.
Do you:
[[Accept what has happened to you?|The Showers 1][$submission +=3; $radcliffRelationship +=1; $davisRelationship +=2]]
[[Quietly weep for your lost former form?|The Showers 1][$submission +=1; $davisRelationship +=1]]
[[Respond with shouts of anger?|The Showers 1][$submission -=2; $radcliffRelationship -=1; $davisRelationship -=1]]
<span class="male">"You could always get a booster shot of our treatment"</span>, the man in the labcoat says, <span class="male">"It'll make you more desirable to customers. And remember. The more desirable you are, the better off you are"</span>.
[[Accept the offer for more extensive treatment?|Take Additional Treatment][$submission += 10; $femininity +=20; $breastSize +=2; $assSize +=1; $currentClothing = "T-Shirt and Pants which are way too big, except the T-Shirt overstrained by your new boobs"; $hairLength +=1; $lipSize +=1; $radcliffRelationship +=2; $davisRelationship +=2; $booster = true]]<span class="male">"So, normally we don't tell the patient about the next part. However, as a volunteer you are eligible for an alternate form of the treatment that other inmates receive. What would normally happen now is that you'd be dosed with a treatment that would cause an extensive change to your physical form, making you decidedly more feminine. <<if $penis>>It would also transform you into woman<<else>>It would also, if you were male, transform you into a woman<</if>>. In your instance, however, you have the option to opt into the lesser version of the treatment. It'll still cause you to exhibit some more feminine qualities, but, it is significantly less invasive"</span>, explains the doctor.
Thinking over your options you try to decide between the two choices. The more invasive full treatment that will make you decidedly more feminine. Or the lesser treatment which will only minorly boost your femininity<<if $penis>>, and will let you keep your cock<</if>>.
<span class="male">"The choice is up to you; however, I will need you to make a choice"</span>, the man in the labcoat says, interrupting your thoughts.
Do you:
[[Accept the full treatment|Processing 5][$femininity +=30; $penis = false; $vagina = true; $breastSize +=3; $currentClothing = "T-Shirt and Pants which are way too big"; if($height>=76){$height=72}else if($height<=64){$height=60}else{$height-=4}; $hairLength +=1]]
[[Ask for the lesser treatment|Processing 5 Alt][$femininity +=20; $breastSize +=1; $currentClothing = "T-Shirt and Pants which are too big"; if($height>=76){$height=74}else if($height<=62){$height=60}else{$height-=2}; $hairLength +=1]]You see a sign above an exceedingly beautiful building facade titled, <span class="neutral">"Sarah's Den of Opulence"</span>, delicate artistic woodwork subtly hinting at the depth of work put into the fronts design.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Signs/Sarah'sDen.png]]</div>
Heading through the large, open, double doors you enter a large circular room, opulently furnished with thick carpets, tasteful erotic tapestries line the walls. The center of the room comprises of a seating area, reminding you of old pictures of traditional gentleman’s clubs, a manned bar sits on one side of the room, a large crystal chandelier tying the room together.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/SarahSmall.png]]</div><<if visited()<=1>>As you enter through the front doors, from a small unmarked side door enters the familiar form of the suit wearing woman you know as Mistress Sarah. A scowl on her face, made all the more imposing by her height. She stares at you a moment, maybe trying to weigh you up, before she strides towards you.
<span class="female">"what are you doing here?"</span>, she asks acusitorialy, her voice hushed as if she doesn’t want to make a scene.
<span class="player">"I was just …"</span>, you start in reply before being interrupted.
<span class="female">"It doesn’t matter what you’re doing, it was rhetorical. I serve high class clients, not penniless waifs!"</span>.
<span class="player">"I’ll …"</span>, you try to interject, not sure what to say. A distinct worry that you’ve found yourself in trouble, blares in the back of your mind.
<span class="female">"Well, nothing else for it. Don’t talk to anyone, don’t look at anyone, if you so much as bother a single client of mine I’ll have security in here before you even take a breath. On the other hand, if for some reason you’re here to see me, then we can go in the back room and I’ll tell you how much of a bother you’re being. Otherwise you can leave, though I suppose I could also offer you usage of some of my other workers, maybe it’ll help you to learn your place"</span>, she monologues, practically ignoring your presence. After making up her mind she looks at you, annoyance clear on her face. She obviously expects some sort of answer.<<else>><span class="female">"Again"</span>, sighs the imperious woman you know as Mistress Sarah, a look of annoyance evident on her face. <span class="female">"I’ll be brief so as to not give you the opportunity to harass any of my clients. Are you here to see me, or make use of my facilities? Answer quickly, before I have to have security deal with you"</span>. She taps her heel as she waits impatiently for your response. Her expression leaves no question to the seriousness of her statement.<</if>>
Do you:
[[Ask to use the brothel|Brothel Options]]
[[Ask her if you can spend some time with her|Brothel Spend Time With Mistress Sarah]]
<<if $mobileView>><a data-passage="Sexual Hub">Leave building</a><<else>><div align="center"><a data-passage="Sexual Hub"><img src="TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitDark.jpg" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitLight.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitDark.jpg'"/></a></div><</if>>The brothel seems to be closed to you at the moment. Maybe this service will open up to you at a later point, you decide, turing around.
Do you:
[[Decide to stop using the brothel for now|Brothel]]You decide to ask Mistress Sarah if you can spend some more time with her. With a frustrated sigh, she pulls you through a side door into a small office yet opulent office. Taking a seat behind the desk, she starts looking at files, practically ignoring your presence for the next few minutes before acknowledging you again.
<<if $sarahRelationship <25>><span class="female">"You had better have a good reason for interrupting my business. I do not take kindly to those who waste my time with their petty issues, especially when you’re not even a customer. So, what great reason do you have for coming to see me. Do speak up"</span>, demands the imperious madam, obviously annoyed with your presence.<<elseif $sarahRelationship >=25 && $sarahRelationship <50>><span class="female">"I suppose you’ve prevailed yourself enough that I can spare you some time. Just remember that I am a very important and busy woman, and that I don’t have time to waste on petty issues. So, if you’re here to complain about working for me, then find someone who cares, because obviously I don’t"</span>, explains the imperious madam, seemingly ambivalent to your presence.<<elseif $sarahRelationship >=50>><span class="female">"Ah, yes, I almost forgot you were here. I have decided that you are acceptable, just about, so I suppose I can waste a little time on whatever petty diversion you’re here regarding. Just remember, I’m a very important and busy woman, and it is in your best interest to always keep that in mind"</span>, purrs the imperious madam. Her face is set in a harsh expression, but under it you can see small cues that maybe she’s happier to see you than she lets on.<</if>>
Do you:<<if $sexualPreference != 2>><br><br><<if $actionAmountCurrent >= $actionLimit>>You're too tired to offer to have casual sex with Mistress Sarah at the moment, maybe if some time passed you'd be ready to try again?<<elseif $diaperLocked>>You can't have casual sex with Mistress Sarah as you're locked in your diaper<<else>>[[Offer to have casual sex with Mistress Sarah|Brothel Sex With Mistress Sarah]]<</if>><</if>>
<<if $actionAmountCurrent >= $actionLimit>>You're too tired to hang out with Mistress Sarah at the moment, maybe if some time passed you'd be ready to try again?<<else>>[[Ask to hang out with Mistress Sarah|Brothel Hang Out With Mistress Sarah][if($sarahRelationship<=98){$sarahRelationship += 2;}else{$sarahRelationship = 100;}; $actionAmountCurrent += 1]]<</if>>
[[Finish spending time with Mistress Sarah|Brothel]]Seeing an opening in the conversation, you take the opportunity to ask Tilly a bit more about herself. <span class="player">"So, how did you end up working for 'The Repurposing Center'?"</span>, you casually ask, watching her reaction just in case you've asked something that would upset her.
A confused look crosses her face for a moment, Tilly tilting her head to one side as if the change in angle will help her understand something. <span class="bimbo">"Erm, well, like I walked. I think I took a couple of lifts. You know, like normal stuff. They let me live in this awesome pink room in the residential block, it's super nice. So, I walked from there"</span>.
For a moment, you're confused by the response, not sure what she's trying to say. Then as you piece it together you begin to realise, she thinks you're asking how she got to work today, rather than how she got the 'job' in the first place. Clarifying your position, you point this out to her.
<span class="bimbo">"Oh, well like you should have just asked"</span>, she giggles. <span class="bimbo">"I came here probably like you did, though I don't remember much of the before time. I vaguely remember being a smelly boy, which is super icky looking back. Then, I volunteered for some stuff, made some really nice friends who taught me all sorts of fun things. After that, I remember being really upset about having to leave at some point as everything was just so fun and nice here. Some really nice guy found me crying in my room and offered to let me stay at the facility. So, I got sent to auction and was super worried. But then an admin guy came and escorted me out along with a couple of others and told us that we'd been bought by the facility and that we'd all get some awesome new jobs. I was so happy I gave him a super special blowjob right there, he blushed so hard about it, plus he was really tasty"</span>, she stops for a moment licking her lips, lost in thought. You cough a little to get her attention and she continues her story.
<span class="bimbo">"Erm, so, like they told me that they didn't have much of a plan for what I could do as a job. Someone said something really mean about me being dumb or a stupid bimbo or something, which was really not nice. So, I said that I really liked clothes and they put me in here. Apparently, trainees like having me around for advice on clothes, so they like to keep me working here instead of trying me in other jobs. But, like I like working in the shop, I get a comfy vibrating seat and get to look at pretty clothes all day. What's not to like"</span>, the bubbly bimbo finishes smiling brightly.
Seeing no more conversation to be had on this topic you [[return to chatting with Tilly|Shop Spend Time With Tilly]].Seeing an opening in the conversation, you take the opportunity to ask Tilly a bit more about herself. <span class="player">"So, what sort of person do you look for in a date"</span>, you casually ask, watching her reaction closely, curious to how she'll react.
With a surprisingly shy look across her face, her cheeks blushed, she responds <span class="bimbo">"sex"</span>.
<span class="player">"Sex?"</span>, you respond, not sure if she's just gotten confused again.
<span class="bimbo">"Well, like yeah. You know, it's like the most important part of any relationship. Like, I want someone who I can have super awesome sex with, like all the time, that'd just be the best"</span>, she ellucidates, the blush only growing.
<span class="player">"Any other traits, other than that they like sex?"</span>, you ask, astonished at the singlemindedness of Tilly in regards to fucking.
<span class="bimbo">"Well, like, I'd like someone who was fun to be around. I guess that's not entirely sex related. Plus, it'd be nice if they had sexy clothes, that'd be fun takeing them off when we fuck. Erm, like I'd like them to be nice to me too and look after me, but like, those both involve sex too. I guess I wouldn't want to have sex with someone who was really mean, so, like I guess not being super mean is something I'd want"</span>, she adds. Looking back at what she's just said, you suppose she's given you at least a little information on what she likes even if it is still mainly sex based.
A worried look on her face she continues <span class="bimbo">"Sorry, like, I guess I'm not sure. This is all confusing me a bit. My brain gets all mushy at times, it's super fun, but it makes thinking hard. Hopefully I've answered what you wanted me too and we can have some fun now"</span>.
Seeing no more conversation to be had on this topic you [[return to chatting with Tilly|Shop Spend Time With Tilly]].Seeing an opening in the conversation, you take the opportunity to ask Tilly a bit more about herself. <span class="player">"So, what happens to trainees who cause trouble"</span>, you casually ask, watching her reaction closely, curious to how she'll react.
A confused look on her face, she answers <span class="bimbo">"Like, I'm not really sure. The staff say all the time that, like, we should all behave. I mean they don't say it a lot anymore, now that they bought me, but before they said it a super load. I guess I never really asked"</span>.
Trying to get a little more information out of her, you decide to see if she knows anything about <span class="bimbo">Fuck Dolls</span>. For a moment, she seems completely clueless before a look of excitement crosses her face.
<span class="bimbo">"You mean those super pretty girls who sometimes walk around the facility. They're like the best. Like, they'll sleep with like anyone. I mean, I heard once that they're not supposed to sleep with trainees or something, but, like, they're totally down for sex with me whenever I want it. Plus, they're super cute and pretty, and they wear like the best clothes. So much pink. Plus, they have huge cushiony breasts for me snuggle with, and they smell super good. They're just so awesome. Why do you ask, did you see one, if you did you have to tell me, that's what friends do"</span>, she enthusiastically replies.
Watching her closely, you see as she starts playing with her breasts as she continues to heap praise on the <span class="bimbo">Fuck Dolls</span>, treating them with a sort of hero worship reverence. Her rambling praise of them continues for another few minutes, during which time she starts to even more brazenly play with herself in front of you, the conversation obviously turning her on.
Seeing no more conversation to be had on this topic you [[return to chatting with Tilly|Shop Spend Time With Tilly]].Seeing an opening in the conversation, you take the opportunity to ask Tilly a bit more about herself. <span class="player">"So, what actually is the treatment?"</span>, you casually ask, wondering if her time in the facility has given her access to any hidden information.
<span class="bimbo">"It's like the best, right?"</span>, she answers with a giggle.
Hoping to push for more information you continue, <span class="player">"But what actually is it? Do you know what it does, or how it works? Have you ever heard of someone who has been cured of it?"</span>. You almost immediately regret asking so many questions. The look of confusion on Tilly's face showing her obvious confusion from the overload of requested information.
<span class="bimbo">"Like, sorry but you're super confusing me"</span>, she replies, a slightly upset demeanour about her. Your curiosity wins out however, prompting you to repeat your questions one at a time.
She cheers up a little, obviously thankful you didn't make a big deal out of her confusion. <span class="bimbo">"So, I guess I never really asked, though I'm sure a doctor once said something about us all been filled with robots, whatever that means. Maybe he was talking about all the dildos? It makes everyone like super easy to make horny, plus it makes you able to have lots of sex and you don't get pimples and stuff, I know that. But, other than that I'm not sure. Like, I've never heard anyone get un-treated, then again, like, why would you want to? Like you get to be pretty and have lots of awesome sex. No pimples, no getting ill, and like I've never seen someone who's had the treatment and looks old so there's that too. It's just too awesome for anyone to want to not have it I guess"</span>.
Your questions answered to the best of her ability you thank her, provoking a big smile in return.
Seeing no more conversation to be had on this topic you [[return to chatting with Tilly|Shop Spend Time With Tilly]].You tell Tilly that you'd like to properly spend some time getting to know her better. She giggles in response and licks her lips lewdly. Thankfully you clarify quickly that you do actually mean getting to know her better and your statement wasn’t a euphemism. She seems momentarily disappointed, realising that she isn’t going to get to have sex with you. She does however brighten up remarkably quickly as the device she’s sitting on buzzes loudly, a passionate moan bursting through her lips.
Giggling, she pats a closer spot to her on the counter, ushering you closer to her. The next few minutes are interesting, Tilly still flirts constantly as you converse with her, however she seems to be trying hard to hold what you’d consider a normal conversation with you. You engage mostly in small talk, going over people you know, things that have happened to each of you, what you both like to do for fun. Though Tilly does spend a little time suggesting style options to you.
Of particular note, Tilly mentions a story about her time being trained at the facility, before they bought her contract out and put her to work in the shop.<<print either("Apparently, she doesn’t remember much before she came to the facility. She was running low on G.G.P early into her time on the program and decided to opt into some sort of training, though she can’t fully remember what it was. She goes on to mention how she remembers lots of pretty lights, and afterwards some nice people gave her a pretty pink dress and took her to a club to dance","Apparently, going to auction is really scary. Even if you’re bought by the facility, they still send trainees through most of the auction process as a formality. Tilly adds that one of the auction workers told her that the facility does that so that the people who they buy up understand that they’re no longer trainees at the facility");>>. Overall, it's a nice relaxing chatting session, letting you get to know the bubbly bimbo just a little bit better.<<if ($abdlPlay || $diaperWettingPlay || $diaperMessingPlay) && ($diaperMessCounter + $diaperWetCounter) >= 2>><br><br>She also loudly makes a couple of comments about an incredibly stinky smell that's stuck around the two of you during the time you've hung out, much to your embarrassment. Thankfully, she doesn't seem to put two and two together and realise that it's your dirty diaper she's smelling.<</if>>
After a little while, you realise that you probably need to do something more productive. Scooting back on the counter you [[go back to talking to Tilly|Shop Spend Time With Tilly]].<<if $diaperSkill == 1>><<set $random = random(8,16)>><<elseif $diaperSkill == 2>><<set $random = random(6,12)>><<elseif $diaperSkill == 3>><<set $random = random(4,8)>><</if>><<set $diaperWetCountDown = $random>><<if $diaperSkill == 1>><<set $random = random(9,18)>><<elseif $diaperSkill == 2>><<set $random = random(7,14)>><<elseif $diaperSkill == 3>><<set $random = random(5,10)>><</if>><<set $diaperMessCountDown = $random>><<if $currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">><<set $diaperMessCounter += 1>><<set $diaperWetCounter += 1>>As you're travelling, you suddenly start to feel a building of pressure in your bladder. Looking around nervously, you try to see if you can spot any sign of a toilet nearby. <<if $diaperLocked>>Sadly, you remember that your diaper is locked on you, offering you no way out of this situation. Standing around you are many onlookers, soon to observe your embarrassing situation<<else>>Sadly, you cannot spot any such opportunity, only onlookers to watch your embarrassing situation<</if>>. The sound of your stomach gurgling, and an overly full feeling start to worry you, however the pressing matter of your imminent bladder failure take priority in your mind. Desperately you try to hold your thighs together, hoping what you know is a futile hope, that maybe if you can just hold on you can at least find somewhere more private to wet yourself. The uncomfortable need to pee is building rapidly and you know that soon you'll have no choice but to wet yourself.
You slowly start to waddle, trying to make your way over to a quiet corner, thinking that at least you'd be less noticeable in your incontinence. The attempt to move, however, turns out to have been a poor decision. Your sudden steps stopping you from maintaining the pressure you needed to hold back the floodgates of your piss.
Thankfully, you are wearing a diaper, otherwise you'd likely be even more obvious in your urination, leaving a large puddle on the floor. Sadly, wetting yourself so publicly overwhelms you, a deep red blush spreading across your face. The sound of you peeing yourself is audible, and combined with your awkward stance and look of distress, a small crowd has started to build. Watching you in your moment of humiliation, they watch as you just stand there, your diaper sagging a little from the added weight of your pee. The smell of fresh urine, clings to your, leaving you unable to escape your shame. Worst of all, the feeling of wetting yourself is actually turning you on, your <<if $penis>>cock rock hard in your $currentUnderwear<<else>>pussy wet and needy in your $currentUnderwear<</if>>, your diaper training fresh in your mind. As the last dregs of piss drip out of you, the uncomfortable pressure is finally gone, bringing a weird happiness to you, despite the humiliation. Seeing that you've finished pissing yourself, the crowd starts to slowly dissipate, throwing a couple of mean comments your way as they depart.
You start to smile, at least its’s over. Thankful that your ordeal has come to an end you take in a deep breath. That’s when the gurgling of your stomach loudly calls out, bringing you attention back to an earlier concern you dismissed. It’s not like you could have such bad luck to have two accidents at once, could you? The dissipating crowd turns back towards you, anticipating from the loud sounds emanating from your bowels that something else is about to happen.
You’re even more thankful that you decided to wear a diaper, the idea of wetting and messing yourself publicly without one even worse than your current situation. At least you aren’t leaving a large puddle of urine and muck on the floor, you comfort yourself. Sadly, such comforting thoughts are fleeting. Tired from your previous attempts to hold back wetting yourself, you are unable to stop the build-up of poo from flowing from you. Pooping yourself so publicly overwhelms you, a deep red blush spreading across your face. The sound of your stomach rumbling is audible, combined with your awkward stance and look of distress, and of course the existing circle of witnesses, a much larger crowd has started to build. Watching you in your moment of humiliation, they look on as you just stand there, your diaper sagging significantly from the added weight of your mess to the existing water weight of your wetting session. The smell of fresh poo clings to your, leaving you unable to escape your shame, mixing with the previous smell of piss. Worst of all, the feeling of messing yourself after already wetting yourself is greatly turning you on, your <<if $penis>>cock rock hard in your $currentUnderwear<<else>>pussy wet and needy in your $currentUnderwear<</if>>, your diaper training fresh in your mind. As the last dollops of poop push out of you, the uncomfortable pressure is finally gone, bringing a weird happiness to you, despite the humiliation. At least there’s nothing else that can happen now. Seeing that you've finished pooping yourself, the crowd waits a moment to make sure it’s actually over, before throwing a couple of mean comments your way as they depart. One man with a camera phone, lingers for a moment to tell you how funny it was watching you wet and mess yourself, adding that he’ll make sure as many people as possible see your humiliating moment.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/PublicWetAndMessy.jpg]]</div>
Finally taking stock of the situation, you evaluate what just happened. The new state of your diaper is, <<checkDiaperWet>>. After your messing accident, the diaper now <<checkDiaperMess>>. The act of wetting and messing yourself in public embarrasses you greatly, but you can't help but feel a little aroused by the situation. Certainly not a high point in your day, or your week, maybe even one of the most humiliating moments of your entire life.<<else>>As you're travelling, you suddenly start to feel a building of pressure in your bladder. Looking around nervously, you try to see if you can spot any sign of a toilet nearby. Sadly, you cannot spot any such opportunity, only onlookers to watch your embarrassing situation. The sound of your stomach gurgling, and an overly full feeling start to worry you, however the pressing matter of your imminent bladder failure take priority in your mind. Desperately you try to hold your thighs together, hoping what you know is a futile hope, that maybe if you can just hold on you can at least find somewhere more private to wet yourself. The uncomfortable need to pee is building rapidly and you know that soon you'll have no choice but to wet yourself.
You slowly start to waddle, trying to make your way over to a quiet corner, thinking that at least you'd be less noticeable in your incontinence. The attempt to move, however, turns out to have been a poor decision. Your sudden steps stopping you from maintaining the pressure you needed to hold back the floodgates of your piss.
Worst of all, you aren’t even wearing a diaper as you were instructed, realising that you’ll likely be even more obvious in your urination, leaving a large puddle on the floor. Sadly, wetting yourself so publicly overwhelms you, a deep red blush spreading across your face. The sound of you peeing yourself is audible as it splashes against the floor creating a small puddle. Combined with your awkward stance and look of distress, a small crowd has started to build. Watching you in your moment of humiliation, they watch as you just stand there, pee running down your thighs in a thick stream. <<if $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>Your $currentUnderwear soaked through with urine, damp and irritating against your skin. <</if>>The smell of fresh urine, clings to your, leaving you unable to escape your shame. Worst of all, the feeling of wetting yourself is actually turning you on, your <<if $penis>>cock rock hard in response<<else>>pussy wet and needy in response<</if>>, your diaper training fresh in your mind. As the last dregs of piss drip out of you, joining the pool at your feet, the uncomfortable pressure is finally gone. The lack of your recent discomfort bringing a weird happiness to you, despite the humiliation. Seeing that you've finished pissing yourself, the crowd starts to slowly dissipate, throwing a couple of mean comments your way as they depart. A couple even taking pictures of you standing a puddle of your own piss.
You start to smile, at least its’s over. Thankful that your ordeal has come to an end you take in a deep breath. That’s when the gurgling of your stomach loudly calls out, bringing you attention back to an earlier concern you dismissed. It’s not like you could have such bad luck to have two accidents at once, could you? The dissipating crowd turns back towards you, anticipating from the loud sounds emanating from your bowels that something else is about to happen.
You’re even more mortified that you decided not to wear a diaper, the idea that you could have been wetting and messing yourself less publicly with one, makes you feel even worse about your current situation. At least you’d not be leaving a large puddle of urine and muck on the floor, you chide yourself. Thankfully, such negative thoughts are fleeting. Tired from your previous attempts to hold back wetting yourself, you are unable to stop the build-up of poo from flowing from you. Pooping yourself so publicly overwhelms you, a deep red blush spreading across your face. The sound of your stomach rumbling is audible, combined with your awkward stance and look of distress, and of course the existing circle of witnesses, a much larger crowd has started to build. Watching you in your moment of humiliation, they look on as you just stand there, wet mess running down your leg. <<if $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>Your $currentUnderwear not only soaked through with urine, damp and irritating against your skin, but also filled with poo, distended and stained, feel gross yet pleasantly warm against your rear. <</if>>The smell of fresh poo clings to your, leaving you unable to escape your shame, mixing with the previous smell of piss. Worst of all, the feeling of messing yourself after already wetting yourself is greatly turning you on, your <<if $penis>>cock rock hard in response<<else>>pussy wet and needy in response<</if>>, your diaper training fresh in your mind. As the last dollops of poop push out of you, the uncomfortable pressure is finally gone, bringing a weird happiness to you, despite the humiliation. At least there’s nothing else that can happen now. As the last dollops of muck push out of you, joining the pool of refuse at your feet, the uncomfortable pressure is finally gone. Seeing that you've finished pooping yourself, the crowd waits a moment to make sure it’s actually over, before throwing a wide array of mean comments your way as they depart. One man with a camera phone, lingers for a moment to tell you how funny it was watching you wet and mess yourself so openly, adding that he’ll make sure as many people as possible see your humiliating moment.
Finally taking stock of the situation, you evaluate what just happened. You momentarily lament your lack of a diaper, at least if you’d worn one you wouldn’t be covered in your own mess and urine. The act of messing and wetting yourself in public embarrassed you greatly, but you couldn't help but feel at least a little aroused by the situation. Certainly not a high point in your day, or your week, maybe even one of the most humiliating moments of your entire life.<</if>>
<<if $currentUnderwear != "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">><<if $diaperSkill == 1>><<set $random = random(1,2)>><<elseif $diaperSkill == 2>><<set $random = random(1,3)>><<elseif $diaperSkill == 3>><<set $random = random(1,4)>><</if>><<if $random == 1>>Your accident complete you [[continue onward|interuptDestinationTime( $intendedLocation )]]<<else>>As you begin to leave you hear a demanding tut from behind you, turning around you see the familiar face of Aunt Mildred. Dissapointment evident in her look as she looms over you. You gulp as [[you await your punishment|Diaper Punishment Interrupt]].<</if>><<else>><<if $diaperSkill == 1>><<set $random = random(1,10)>><<elseif $diaperSkill == 2>><<set $random = random(1,14)>><<elseif $diaperSkill == 3>><<set $random = random(1,25)>><</if>><<if $random >= 8>><<if ($diaperWettingPlay && $diaperMessCounter >= 3) || ($diaperMessingPlay && $diaperWetCounter >= 3)>>As you begin to leave you hear a demanding tut from behind you, turning around you see the familiar face of Aunt Mildred. Dissapointment evident in her look as she looms over you.
<span class="female">"Someone looks like they've been naughty, walking around with a full diaper"</span>, she scolds. You gulp as [[you await your punishment|Diaper Punishment Interrupt]].<<else>>As you begin to leave you hear a worried call from behind you, turning around you see the familiar face of Aunt Mildred. Concern evident in her look as she looms over you.
<span class="female">"Looks like someone is in need of a change"</span>, she states as she pats your $currentUnderwear.
Do you:
[[Accept her offer|Diaper Change Interrupt][$diaperWetCounter = 0; $diaperMessCounter = 0]]
[[Decline her offer|interuptDestinationTime( $intendedLocation )]]<</if>><<else>>Your accident complete you [[continue onward|interuptDestinationTime( $intendedLocation )]]<</if>>
<</if>>You see a brightly coloured facade covered with childish cartoon characters. A slightly wonky sign reads, <span class="neutral">"Little Land Nursery"</span>, a couple of letters covered with cutsie love hearts.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Signs/LittleLandNursery.png]]</div>
Passing through the wide, open entry, you find the room inside just as over the top as the entrance. Vibrant murals of unicorns, princesses and teddy bears cover the walls of the foyer. An older looking man with salt and pepper hair sits behind a desk, his immaculate suit out of place in the youthful environment. <<if visited() >=1>>You know this man as Papa Glover, the Little Land Nursery CEO. <</if>>
<<if visited() <=1 && (!visited("ABDL Job First Time 1") && !visited("ABDL Job First Time With Hannah 1"))>><span class="male">"Hello dear. I’m sorry, but I can’t let you past this point unless you’re here on official training, here for a job or you’ve signed a waiver. We run a very successful, mostly, reality TV show out of this section of the facility. So, sadly we can’t just let anyone come in, the legal battles would be atrocious. Though, if you’re set on coming in here, I do have the waiver here. It’s very simple, it just says that you don’t mind being filmed within our section of the facility and that you don’t mind any footage being shown on our channel or in promotional materials"</span>, states the older gentleman in a gentle but obviously bored tone. As he finishes, he offers you a tablet with a form on it and a stylus.
Taking the tablet, you quickly read it through to confirm what he said, before signing your name at the bottom. Handing the finished form back.
Curious, you ask, <span class="player">"No offense but you look a little out of place here, how did you end up working the front desk?"</span>.
Smiling a wistful smile, he responds, <span class="male">"I guess I do look a little out of place. My name is Mr Glover, though around here they call me Papa Glover. The other executives on our channels board wanted someone to handle this project in a hands-on manner. I volunteered, considered it a matter of duty at the time as the CEO. But, the littles are rather cute to be honest, and are always happy to see me. We’re a bit understaffed so I handle the foyer sometimes, which isn’t the most glamorous job, but the hugs and adorable drawings make up for it. Best project I’ve ever worked on"</span>.
<span class="player">"Wow! So, how well does the show do?"</span>, you inquire.
<span class="male">"Extremely well. We get subsidised by the government boards which manage this center a little, but even without that, the viewership is astounding. I’ve managed to get a lot of the profits poured back into the show, so we always have something new and interesting, as well as providing the best lives I can for all of the littles the show owns. You're more than welcome to sign up to be on the show through your room's tablet if you're interested. But enough about us, is there anything else I can do for you?"</span>.<<else>><span class="male">"Hello again dear. Do you need anything or just passing through?"</span>, asks Papa Glover in his grandfatherly tone.<</if>>
Do you:
<<if $abdlPlay>>[[Go into the main play room|Little Land Nursery Play Room]]<br><br><</if>><<if visited("Diaper Training Main") || $abdlTrainerFirstVisit>>[[Go into the changing room|Little Land Nursery Changing Room]]<br><br><</if>><<if $mobileView>><a data-passage="Fetish Hub">Leave building</a><<else>><div align="center"><a data-passage="Fetish Hub"><img src="TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitDark.jpg" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitLight.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitDark.jpg'"/></a></div><</if>><span class="female">"These are the options available for fur dyeing <<if $femininity >=0>>miss<<else>>mister<</if>> $firstName"</span>, whispers Anna as she stumbles, grabbing for a laminated menu, listing the fur colour options. After taking a moment to recompose herself, her face having turned a deep red, she gracefully hands you the catalogue, filled with pictures of the different fur colour options.
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Fur Colour Menu:<table>
<tr>
<td>Brown</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "brown">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Blonde</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "blonde">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Red</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "red">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Black</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "black">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>White</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "white">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Grey</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "grey">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Blue</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "blue">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Green</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "green">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Bright Pink</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "bright pink">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Platinum Blonde</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "platinum blonde">></td>
</tr>
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<td>Custom Colour</td><td></td><td><<textbox "$altColour" "">></td>
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</table><<button [[Choose colour|Salon Dye Fur Initialised]]>><</button>>
<<return "Cancel Procedure">>You point at the option to have your fur dyed $altColour, handing the laminated menu back to Anna. She gives a short bow, as she takes it chiming quietly a "yes <<if $femininity >=0>>miss<<else>>mister<</if>>, a very good choice". Gently directing you towards one of the comfortable salon hair treatment chairs she runs over to a table top, looking over a selection of brightly coloured bottles.
"<<if $femininity >=0>>Miss<<else>>Mister<</if>> $firstName, the fur colouring ... we offer here is very impressive, it doesn't ... dye your fur, instead altering your fur colour ... at a deeper level. You should find that any other hair will ... stay the same as it already is, the new fur colour also won't fade" the quiet woman explains, occasionally stopping to collect herself.
Taking a moment, she continues, <span class="female">"I'll also ... you'll .. naked. I ... all your fur. Need to be meticulous ... in applying it"</span>. Her face bright red in blush as she stumbles over her words even more than usual, obvously feeling awkward about making sure you're nude. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>You remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>You remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>You remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>Thankfully you're already naked so don't need to get undressed<</if>>.
Walking back over to you, Anna is now carrying a glass bottle filled with a $altColour liquid, topped with a spray nozzle. Lying back in the chair, you let Anna get to work, spraying the contents of the bottle on your fur and carefully working it in with her latex encased fingers. Watching her in the large mirror, you see she looks much more confident, lost in her work. After a few minutes of ensuring the mixture has an even covering Anna takes a step back, grabbing something that looks a bit like a hairdryer. Without saying anything, she continues her task, running the hairdryer shaped device around your body. Every so often a bright flash of light springs from the device the fur its being pointed at suddenly becoming slightly warm, the sensation tingling across your skin. Every so often she has you move about so she can access difficult spots, using the spray bottle and then the hairdryer like device. She blushes heavily whenever she has to spray somewhere intimate, like around your <<checkAss>> bum, her embarrassment held somewhat in check by her professionalism.
Another 10 minutes later, Anna puts down the hairdryer like device, her face somewhere in between an excited giddiness and her usual submissive attitude. "Is <<if $femininity >=0>>miss<<else>>mister<</if>> happy with the new colour?" she asks, picking up a hand mirror from the counter, holding it behind you so that you can get a full view of your freshly coloured fur.
Your fur, is now a vibrant $altColour, just like the picture in the catalogue. Smiling, you nod your assent. Anna gives you a wide, heart-warming smile, obviously glad you are content with her work.
Happy with your new fur colour [[you go back to considering salon treatments|Salon Transformation Options]]<<set $altColour = "none">><span class="male">"A bit of a more complex procedure"</span>, adds Dr.Radcliff as you point out your selection, <span class="male">"The subjects normally find themselves back to their previous normal skin state within the hour. I’ve not really got much of preference when it comes to these sort of things, so if you want to try out new skin states I’m not going to chide you for returning yourself back to normal"</span>.
The doctor motions for you to sit down on a desk chair for a moment as he goes looking for something. You’re not too sure what you expected, but from his comment on the complexity of the procedure you’re starting to think that it might not happen to you sitting on this chair. However, you’ve yet to see any restraints, and, given that you're volunteering for this procedure, you feel less nervous about the situation and take the seat as instructed.
After a few minutes wait, the doctor returns, a pair of goggles in one hand and a vial of something bright yellow in colour in the other.
<span class="male">"You'll need to start by taking off any clothes you're wearing, don’t worry we offer trade-ins for clothing alteration if they’re needed along with the procedure. Not that it really matters, most of the clothing provided is a lot higher tech than it appears. After you’ve done that I’ll need you to follow me, the device for this procedure is located in another lab"</span>, directs the doctor as he stands watching, <span class="male">"The procedure isn’t too difficult to perform, it’s just a little hard work resources-wise. We have these cylindrical tanks in the next lab over, you’ll need to get in one of those. Then I pop this mixture into the reservoir and it’ll expose you to it. You’ll need to wear a breathing mask and these goggles while it happens but other than that there isn’t much to the procedure"</span>, he continues as <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>you're already naked so don't need to get undressed<</if>>. You swiftly put on the goggles when he hands them to you, not wanting to risk not wearing them, before following him out of a back door in the lab.
Now naked, you enter the next lab, immediately seeing the selection of liquid filled metallic tanks, ladders on the side allowing access. A large window on one side letting those outside see anyone within. Climbing up into it, you brace yourself expecting the contained liquid to be cold. However, happily it’s actually quite warm, almost relaxingly so, the faint smell of lemons wafting across your senses. Looking around you spot a breathing mask on the top wall of the tank and proceed to equip it, remembering the previous directions from the doctor. Now completely ready, you submerge yourself fully, floating nakedly suspended in the mysterious liquid. Through the glass you can see Dr. Radcliff outside, smiling his hand positioned in a thumbs-up. You return the signal to indicate you’re okay, watching as he pours the yellow vial into a slot on the device. Almost immediately the water begins to turn a pale yellow, though other than that you see no changes taking place. Relaxing a little you wait, the doctor watching on patiently.
After a few minutes, your skin starts to tingle, a rippling feeling spreading across it. Looking over your body as best as you can with the yellow liquid surrounding you, you start to notice that your skin is starting to look more normal again. Patches of familiar skin spotting across your form. You start to feel an odd oversensitivity, as a wave of sensation suddenly strike you from your skin readjusting to the new changes. Held in the warm solution, everything just feels nice and comforting, maybe even a little arousing.
A little while later, the strange tingling recedes, taking along with it the oversensitivity. Looking through the window, you see Radcliff is giving you a gesture to get out. With a couple of kicks, you propel yourself to the top of the tank, taking off the goggles and breathing mask as you pull yourself out and return next to the doctor. Getting your breath back from the odd experience you, you take stock of your body, looking down your body meticulously. The changes are obvious, your skin back to exactly what you’d expect of a normal person.
The doctor looks on smiling for a moment, before walking over with a small mirror in hand. Letting you get a good view of behind you as he adjusts it, confirming that the procedure is complete and the skin on your back is normal again too. Assured the procedure is complete you relax ready to carry on.
[["Did you want anything else?"|Clinic Anthro Transformation Options]] Asks the doctor smiling.<<if $altColour == "none" || !$altColour >><<set $altColour = $hairColour>><</if>><<if $skinType == 3>><<set $altColour = "silver">><<elseif $skinType == 4>><<set $altColour = "white">><<elseif $skinType == 5>><<set $altColour = "green">><</if>><span class="male">"A bit of a more complex procedure"</span>, adds Dr.Radcliff as you point out your selection, <span class="male">"The subjects normally find themselves <<if $skinType == 1>>covered in a thin layer of fur<<elseif $skinType == 2>>covered in a thick layer of fur<<elseif $skinType == 3>>with most of their skin converting to a shiny metal<<elseif $skinType == 4>>with most of their skin converting to a smooth plastic<<elseif $skinType == 5>>with most of their skin converting to thick reptilian scales<</if>> within the hour. I’ve not really got much of preference when it comes to these sort of things, so if you want to try out new skin states I’m not going to chide you for returning yourself back to normal or switching between them. Really, I’m quite happy to have someone to experiment on, these sorts of treatments could always use some more testing"</span>.
The doctor motions for you to sit down on a desk chair for a moment as he goes looking for something. You’re not too sure what you expected, but from his comment on the complexity of the procedure you’re starting to think that it might not happen to you sitting on this chair. However, you’ve yet to see any restraints, and, given that you're volunteering for this procedure, you feel less nervous about the situation, taking the seat as instructed.
After a few minutes wait, the doctor returns, a pair of goggles in one hand and a vial of something bright red in colour in the other.
<span class="male">"You'll need to start by taking off any clothes you're wearing, don’t worry we offer trade-ins for clothing alteration if they’re needed along with the procedure. Not that it really matters, most of the clothing provided is a lot higher tech than it appears. After you’ve done that I’ll need you to follow me, the device for this procedure is located in another lab"</span>, directs the doctor as he stands watching, <span class="male">"The procedure isn’t too difficult to perform, it’s just a little hard work resources-wise. We have these cylindrical tanks in the next lab over, you’ll need to get in one of those. Then I pop this mixture into the reservoir and it’ll expose you to it. You’ll need to wear a breathing mask and these goggles while it happens but other than that there isn’t much to the procedure"</span>, he continues as <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>you're already naked so don't need to get undressed<</if>>. You swiftly put on the goggles when he hands them to you, not wanting to risk not wearing them, before following him out of a back door in the lab.
Now naked, you enter the next lab, immediately seeing the selection of liquid filled metallic tanks, ladders on the side allowing access. A large window on one side letting those outside see anyone within. Climbing up into it, you brace yourself expecting the contained liquid to be cold. However, happily it’s actually quite warm, almost relaxingly so, the faint smell of strawberries wafting across your senses. Looking around you spot a breathing mask on the top wall of the tank and proceed to equip it, remembering the previous directions from the doctor. Now completely ready, you submerge yourself fully, floating nakedly suspended in the mysterious liquid. Through the glass you can see Dr. Radcliff outside, smiling his hand positioned in a thumbs-up. You return the signal to indicate you’re okay, watching as he pours the red vial into a slot on the device. Almost immediately the water begins to turn a pale pink, though other than that you see no changes taking place. Relaxing a little you wait, the doctor watching on patiently.
After a few minutes, your skin starts to tingle, a rippling feeling spreading across it. Looking over your body as best as you can with the pink liquid surrounding you, you start to notice that your skin is starting to look <<if $skinType == 1>>a little hairier<<elseif $skinType == 2>>much hairier<<elseif $skinType == 3>>much shinier<<elseif $skinType == 4>>much smoother<</if>>. Patches of <<if $skinType == 1>>thin fur<<elseif $skinType == 2>>thick fur<<elseif $skinType == 3>>strange metal<<elseif $skinType == 4>>mysterious plastic<<elseif $skinType == 5>>tougher and thicker<</if>> spotting across your form. You start to feel an odd oversensitivity, as a wave of sensation suddenly strikes you from your skin readjusting to the new changes. Held in the warm solution, everything just feels nice and comforting, maybe even a little arousing.
A little while later, the strange tingling recedes, taking along with it the oversensitivity. Looking through the window, you see Radcliff is giving you a gesture to get out. With a couple of kicks, you propel yourself to the top of the tank, taking off the goggles and breathing mask as you pull yourself out and return next to the doctor. Getting your breath back from the odd experience you, you take stock of your body, looking down your body meticulously. The changes are obvious, your skin now <<if $skinType == 1>>covered in a thin $altColour layer of fur<<elseif $skinType == 2>>covered in a thick $altColour layer of fur<<elseif $skinType == 3>>mostly covered in a shiny layer of $altColour metal<<elseif $skinType == 4>>mostly covered in a smooth layer of $altColour plastic<<elseif $skinType == 5>>covered in a thick $altColour layer of reptilian scales<</if>>.
The doctor looks on smiling for a moment, before walking over with a small mirror in hand. Letting you get a good view of behind you as he adjusts it, confirming that the procedure is complete and the skin on your back is also <<if $skinType == 1>>covered in a thin layer of $altColour fur<<elseif $skinType == 2>>covered in a thick layer of $altColour fur<<elseif $skinType == 3>>mostly covered in a shiny layer of $altColour metal<<elseif $skinType == 4>>mostly covered in a smooth layer of $altColour plastic<<elseif $skinType == 2>>covered in a thick $altColour layer of large durable scales<</if>>. Assured the procedure is complete you relax ready to carry on.
[["Did you want anything else?"|Clinic Anthro Transformation Options]] Asks the doctor smiling.<span class="male">"Exciting! Signing yourself up for an experimental procedure"</span>, laughs Dr.Radcliff as you point out your selection. <span class="male">"Well, the subjects always do look better with a bigger pair of tits, gives your sexual partners something more to play with. So, taking the fast track approach to big breasts certainly isn’t the worst decision you could ever make"</span>.
The doctor motions for you to sit down in a chair that is again reminiscent of a dentist's chair, as he searches for something he's yet to explain. This time, however, there are no visible restraints, and, given that you're volunteering for this procedure, you feel less nervous about that and take the seat as instructed. Though as you do, a worrisome thought at the back of your mind reminds you, <span class="player">"They call it an experimental procedure for a reason"</span>.
After a few minutes wait, the doctor returns, wheeling in front of him what you would describe as a large laser, it reminds you a little of something a mad scientist had in a film you once watched. You’d laugh at the connection, if it wasn’t likely soon going to be used on you.
<span class="male">"You'll need to take off any clothes you're wearing, don't want them to get in the way of the ray"</span>, directs the doctor as he starts setting up the odd device he just wheeled over, <span class="male">"The procedure is very simple, just a little experimental. All I need to do is zap your breasts and they'll be bigger before you know it. We just can’t always estimate how much larger, hence the experimental nature of this particular procedure"</span>, he continues as <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>> you sit on listening, you're already naked so don't need to get undressed<</if>>.
Now naked, you lie back on the chair, waiting for the procedure. Before long you and Dr.Radcliff are exchanging thumbs up, indicating that your both ready to begin. With the flip of a large lever handle on the side of the large laser, the procedure begins. A pink ray shoots from the tip of the device, lingering just fleetingly visible. Its beam spread across your chest, bathing your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> breasts<</if>> in its strange pink light. Just as soon as it started, it ends, Dr.Radcliff turning the device off after its brief performance. Your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest tingles<<else>><<checkBreast>> breasts tingle<</if>> for a moment before, a familiar spread of warmth beneath your chest an obvious indicator that something was about to happen.
All of a sudden, your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest makes<<else>><<checkBreast>> breasts make<</if>> a weird popping sound, a set of minor pinching sensations across your upper body accompanying the odd development. Looking down, before your eyes you can see the accumulation of mass on your chest. The growth sudden and excessive. Previously felt pinching sensations transition instead to a more stretching feel as your body adapts itself to the rapid expansion of breasts. Heat pools in your nipples, as if they were the driving force in these new changes, a burst of arousal accompanying it and maintaining your nipples in a rock-hard form. You moan lewdly as the expansive hillocks upon your chest rub together, hypersensitive in their newness.
<<set $random = random(3,10)>><<set $breastSize += $random>>Eventually, the transformation slows, coming to what you assume is a stop. Assesing your chest from your position on the chair you estimate that your boobs are maybe a <<checkBreast>>. Certainly, a large increase considering the short time it occurred over. Your new <<checkBreast>> boobs jiggle as you wrestle to get yourself up, still not used to the new weight.
<<set $random = random(1,10)>><<if $random == 1 || $breastSize >17>>The doctor looks on smiling for a moment, before walking over with a small mirror in hand, moving it around so that you can get a good look at your breasts from multiple angles.
POP! You hear from your breasts, that odd pinching feeling returning. A worried look crosses Dr.Radcliff's face as he rushes back towards the ray emitter. Looking down you can see that your breasts are once again expanding outward, growing rapidly in front of your eyes. Fear grips you, as you realise that maybe you should have paid more attention to the 'experimental' description of the procedure.
Worst of all, you can do nothing but sit where you are and [[hope someone will solve this situation|Experimental Breast Enlargement Bad End]].<<else>>The doctor looks on smiling for a moment, before walking over with a small mirror in hand, moving it around so that you can get a good look at your breasts from multiple angles. With a nod and a smile, he confirms that on your chest lie a pair of <<checkBreast>> sized breasts. Assured the experimental procedure is complete and that no complications have occurred you relax, ready to carry on.
[["Did you want anything else?"|Clinic General Transformation Options]] Asks the doctor smiling.<</if>>Dr.Radcliff rapidly smashes buttons on the device, a rainbow of different coloured rays spraying out towards your heaving breasts. The look on his face does not bode well for your outcome to this. Watching the horror of your escalating breast size, you momentarily wonder where all the mass actually is coming from, a temporary comical reprieve from the seriousness of what is happening.
Despite the onslaught of brightly coloured beams of light, nothing seems to be working. In fact, if you had to guess you’d say that the process was only speeding up. Now the size of beach balls, your breasts have started to heavily obscure your vision, thick hard nipples like little antennas on top. Your expansive mounds stopping you from being able to fully see what the doctor is doing. Though if the string of profanities he’s muttering is anything to go by, it’s probably not good.
The only bright side of the situation is that it feels amazing. Your ever more sensitive breasts rub against each other delightfully, orgasms being pulled from you one after another leaving a small lake of ejaculate just out of eyesight. What’s more, with every peak of pleasure you shake in place, causing your impressive breasts to jiggle and rub against each other, on exacerbating the situation. Before too long you can take no more, fading into darkness from your beach ball sized breast invoked orgasms.
…
<span class="male">"<<if $penis>>He's<<else>>She’s<</if>> coming around"</span>, sounds the familiar voice of Dr.Radcliff, the volume fading in and out due to your woozy status. Opening your eyes, you’re confused. Someone must be standing over you, your vision almost completely obscured by a wall of flesh. Whatever or whoever it is, they weigh a bunch you think as you try to swat at them, limply trying to move your arms. As you press against whatever it is you get a sudden jolt of pleasure, almost enough to shock you into another unwanted orgasm. That’s when realisation strikes, it’s not someone sitting on you, or a wall of flesh, it’s your humungous breasts that lie atop of you.
<span class="male">"Don’t worry in there, everything is under control"</span>, intones the cheery voice of Dr.Radcliff, <span class="male">"Now, it probably is quite startling this new set of changes, but there really is nothing to worry about. So … the bad news is, we can’t figure how to return you to normal"</span>, seeing you tense a little in your prison of breast he soothes, <span class="male">"But there is some good new, amazing news even. I’ve been in contact with the boys in admin and they’ve got a wonderful solution to both out problems. We’ve lined someone up, to look after you. From what we’ve gathered, your breasts should shrink a little over time so eventually you’ll be back to almost normal. Until then you’ll be well taken care of by a famous modelling agency, how great is that, you probably couldn’t have asked for a better owner at the end of this"</span>.
Before you can muffle a reply, you feel yourself being rolled out. The sound of wheels indicating you’re on some sort of trolley. <span class="male">"Goodbye"</span>, you hear faintly in the background as you’re whisked away.
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Six months later:
The last six months have been a strange time in your life. Though you wonder if it would be any less strange if you’d ended up elsewhere. The modelling company who bought you take exceedingly good care of you, feeding you expensive food, slotting a screen atop of your cleavage when you’re not working so you remain entertained. They’ve even employed someone to massage your massive breasts for hours a day, bringing you to long strings of earth shaking orgasms. All in all, you’re pretty happy if a little immobile.
Your work is a little humiliating, the modelling agency mostly renting you out to advertisers. Though on the bright side, <span class="neutral">"The Boobacious <<if $penis>>Boy<<else>>Girl<</if>>"</span>, has become a well-recognised figure in magazines and on television. A particularly successful campaign for a travel agency, where they painted your heaving breasts as globes, cementing your status as a pop culture icon. When you think about the situation, you find some relief that your face is still obscured by your massive mounds, at least you’ll have some anonymity when your breasts get back to normal. Talking about your mountainous tits, you have noticed that they do feel a little lighter at times, you can even occasionally make out slight shapes past them is you look closely. Maybe soon, within a year or two you’ll even be able to walk around on your own again. Until then you’ll just have to wait, enjoying your boob and orgasm filled life of luxury.
Ending 1: Your Big Problems
<<click "Restart?">><<script>>UI.restart()<</script>><</click>><span class="male">"A simple, but effective procedure"</span>, adds Dr.Radcliff as you point out your selection, <span class="male">"Not something we have a lot of call for. But the subjects who do ask for it are normally quite happy. I’ve heard them comment previously that their sexual partners like the something extra to hold onto when they fuck them"</span>.
The doctor motions for you to sit down in a chair that is again reminiscent of a dentist's chair, as he searches for something he's yet to explain. This time, however, there are no visible restraints, and, given that you're volunteering for this procedure, you feel less nervous about that and take the seat as instructed.
After a few minutes wait, the doctor returns, wearing a pair of latex gloves with a large jar of cream in hand.
<span class="male">"You'll need to take off any clothes you're wearing, don't want them to get ruined"</span>, directs the doctor as he starts opening the jar, <span class="male">"The procedure is very simple, all I need to do is have you lie down so I can apply this cream to your thighs and they'll be bigger before you know it"</span>, he continues as <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>wait on, already naked so don't need to get undressed<</if>>.
Naked, you lie down on the chair, waiting for the procedure. Before long, Dr.Radcliff places both hands simultaneously on one of your thighs. At first the feeling is cold as the obviously refrigerated cream makes contact with your skin. However, you quickly heat up, seemingly from the cream's reaction as it starts to take effect. The doctor gently massages your thighs carefully applying the cream as equally as possible. The look on his face is one of concentration and contentment, and looking down you're sure you notice a more obvious than normal bulge in his pants.
Taking a step back, he removes his gloves, watching on. Now that you have the space to think, you realise that for some reason the cream smells faintly of strawberries, weird, but in a nice way. You wait briefly for the treatment to take effect, it takes a moment for you to realise that your thighs have even changed, an odd stretching feeling emanating from them. As you wait, a pleasant sensation radiates from your thighs, not enough to push you towards an orgasm, but, however, a pleasant diversion as you wait. Eventually, after a few minutes, the change is much more obvious, looking down your body you can clearly see that your thighs are bigger.
The doctor looks on smiling for a moment, before walking over with a small mirror in hand, angling it so you can see your thighs from multiple angles. You can plainly see that your thighs are now <<checkThigh>> in size, jiggling slightly as you adjust to get a good view of it. Assured the procedure is complete you relax, ready to carry on.
[["Did you want anything else?"|Clinic General Transformation Options]] Asks the doctor smiling.<span class="male">"A simple, but effective procedure"</span>, adds Dr.Radcliff as you point out your selection, <span class="male">"Not something we have a lot of call for. But big thighs aren’t something I care too much about so I’m more than happy to do whatever you want in that regard. Though, I’ve heard subjects comment previously that their sexual partners like the something extra to hold onto when they fuck them"</span>.
The doctor motions for you to sit down in a chair that is again reminiscent of a dentist's chair, as he searches for something he's yet to explain. This time, however, there are no visible restraints, and, given that you're volunteering for this procedure, you feel less nervous about that and take the seat as instructed.
After a few minutes wait, the doctor returns, wearing a pair of latex gloves with a large jar of cream in hand.
<span class="male">"You'll need to take off any clothes you're wearing, don't want them to get ruined"</span> directs the doctor as he starts opening the jar, <span class="male">"The procedure is very simple, all I need to do is have you lie down so I can apply this cream to your thighs and they'll be smaller before you know it"</span>, he continues as <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>wait on, already naked so don't need to get undressed<</if>>.
Naked, you lie down on the chair, waiting for the procedure. Before long, Dr.Radcliff places both hands simultaneously on one of your thighs. At first the feeling is cold as the obviously refrigerated cream makes contact with your skin. However, you quickly heat up, seemingly from the cream's reaction as it starts to take effect. The doctor gently massages your thighs carefully applying the cream as equally as possible. The look on his face is one of concentration and contentment, and looking down you're sure you notice a more obvious than normal bulge in his pants.
Taking a step back, he removes his gloves, watching on. Now that you have the space to think, you realise that for some reason the cream smells faintly of lemons, weird, but in a nice way. You wait briefly for the treatment to take effect, it takes a moment for you to realise that your thighs have even changed, an odd tensing feeling emanating from them. As you wait, a pleasant sensation radiates from your thighs, not enough to push you towards an orgasm, but, however, a pleasant diversion as you wait. Eventually, after a few minutes, the change is much more obvious, looking down your body you can clearly see that your thighs are smaller.
The doctor looks on smiling for a moment, before walking over with a small mirror in hand, angling it so you can see your thighs from multiple angles. You can plainly see that your thighs are now <<checkThigh>> in size, jiggling much less as you adjust to get a good view of it. Assured the procedure is complete you relax, ready to carry on.
[["Did you want anything else?"|Clinic General Transformation Options]] Asks the doctor smiling.Finally arriving at your destination, you find yourself in the recreational plaza, outside a gaudy facade of lights and naked photos of well-endowed women. A neon sign blindingly flashes, <span class="bimbo">"Club B"</span>, to any who walk past. Not a subtle business front in the least, you mull over as you wander inside.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Signs/ClubB.png]]</div>
The inside is of course, just as over the top as the outside. Stripper polls, and dancing cages are scattered across the walls. Loud dance music plays out loud from a large set of speakers, a platinum blonde woman with large headphones on controlling it from a raised DJ podium. The staff almost exclusively large breasted, scantily clad women their faces painted excessively with makeup.
You approach the bar to ask where <<if visited() <=1>>you're supposed to go, confused how this is where you're supposed to be trained<<else>> Britney is, wanting to get your training session started<</if>>. The bimbo-ish bartender, giggling at your request instead, brings you a pink and extremely complex looking drink, the stench of alcohol hitting you before she even places it in front of you. Taking the drink in hand, you wait at the bar, looking around at the dancing revellers.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/BritneyLarge.png]]</div>
You don't have to wait too long before a big boobed woman in a lab coat arrives, conspicuous by her odd clothing, her bright red hair tied off in a long ponytail which brushes her plump ass.<<if visited() >=1>> You know her as Britney, the bimbo scientist.<</if>>
<span class="bimbo">"Come with me. I can't wait to play with you"</span>, she practically purrs as she takes your one empty hand and starts to drag you towards a corridor off of the room. <span class="bimbo">"Like, this is going to be super fun"</span>, she giggles as she pulls you towards a somewhat out of place white reinforced door. A large flashing plaque above it reads, <span class="bimbo">"The Happy Room"</span>. Scanning a key card she pulls from her pocket across a card reader, the door slide open with a loud !Ping!, the flashing sign going grey at the same time.
<<if $bimboSkill == 0>>Nervously<<else>><span class="bimbo">Giddily, practically skipping in your happiness</span><</if>>, you pass through the side door and [[into the unknown|Bimbo Training Lesson]].<<if $diaperSkill == 0>><<include [[Diaper Training Trained]]>><<elseif $diaperSkill == 1>><<include [[Diaper Training Expert]]>><<elseif $diaperSkill == 2>><<include [[Diaper Training Master]]>><<else>><<include [[Diaper Training Extra 1]]>><</if>>
With your training complete you take a minute to compose yourself and <a data-passage="Travel Back">travel back to your room</a>.<<addclass "body" "bimboBackground">><<if $bimboSkill == 0>><<include [[Bimbo Training Trained]]>><<elseif $bimboSkill == 1>><<include [[Bimbo Training Expert]]>><<elseif $bimboSkill == 2>><<include [[Bimbo Training Master]]>><<else>><<include [[Bimbo Training Extra 1]]>><</if>>
With your training complete you take a minute to compose yourself and <a data-passage="Travel Back">travel back to your room</a>.<<set $random = random(1,4)>><<if $random ==1>><<include [[Bimbo Interrupt Start Clubbing]]>><<elseif $random ==2>><<include [[Bimbo Interrupt Start Mannequin]]>><<elseif $random ==3>><<include [[Bimbo Interrupt Start Makeover]]>><<elseif $random ==4>><<include [[Bimbo Interrupt Start Candy]]>><</if>>Shaking your head you decline. Knowing vaguely that you probably have somewhere else to be.
Sadly, as you walk away you just can't figure out where that place you're supposed to be is. You sit down on a bench for a little while, trying to remember, but everything is just so hazy. For a moment you're even sure you hear a voice whisper <span class="bimbo">"Thinking is boring, we should have lots of fun instead. Maybe we could look for pretty things, or maybe even something sexier to have fun with. Maybe even, someone to play with to make us feel super good"</span>. Deciding that, whatever that voice is, that it's not something you want to listen to at the moment, you dedicate some time to calming your mind.
For your time relaxing you feel a little better, your mind no longer feeling as clouded as before, though you're still none the wiser about what you had planned previously. Not that it probably matters at this point with how late you'd be. Hopeing that you haven't made anyone angry with your absence, you get up and try to decide what to do next.
Finally, unsure where you're supposed go, or what you're supposed to be doing, you decide to [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]].You jump up and down on the spot in glee, nodding and giggling. You almost think you hear a faint whisper of praise at the edge of your hearing, but quickly become disinterested in the thought of searching for it, your mind prioritising the pretty dress above almost all else. The shopkeeper happy that you're so excited ushers you into his store, laughing at how eager you are to play the part of a mannequin.
Going into the window display, he removes the dress from your competition, the existing mannequin. Walking back, you see he’s bringing them both out of the display, one under each arm. Placing the display model to one side, he makes his way over to you, holding your sparkling dream dress before him. So entranced are you by its splendour that you reach out in awe, stroking the garment as if it were a cute pet. Laughing, the shopkeeper places it on the counter, offering to you one of the changing rooms to get into it.
Wasting no time, knowing that you’re doomed to have only a small time with your beloved, you decide that getting dressed where you are is the best choice. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>With much haste, you strip out of your $currentClothing, much to the shopkeepers delighted surprise. The need to wear the dress driving any thought of modesty out of your mind.<<else>>Already naked, you have no need to get undressed. The shopkeeper smiles on joking that he’s glad you’re going to get to try on some clothes as it looks like you need some.<</if>> Grabbing the dress you start to put it on, right before the counter, taking meticulous care not to do it any harm. <<if $breastSize ==0>>Noticing how empty the breast covering sections of the dress are, you grab some nearby tissue paper, stuffing them down the front to help keep the dress up. The action also making it look like you have a large pair of breasts<<else>>Looking down at your chest you notice how awesome your <<checkBreast>> boobs look. The dress separating, lifting and seemingly padding them out if their appearance is anything to go by.<</if>>
Looking in a nearby mirror you see yourself and only with great effort do you manage to not cry in your joy, only resisting because you don’t want to spoil the pretty outfit. Seeing your reflection, you really do look like what the dress describes a <span class="bimbo">Bimbo Princess</span>. Charging at the shopkeeper you give him a hearty leaping hug, glomping him in your affection for him allowing you to have this time with your true love. As you pour your gratitude upon him, he begins to describe what you need to do.
<span class="male">"All you need to do is stand in that window display, and let people see you wearing the dress. Feel free to move about a bit, strike poses, whatever feels right. Just don’t damage the dress or do anything to upset the customers and you’ll be fine"</span>, he directs as he peels you off of him, helping you into the window display.
Dedicating yourself into showing the world how wondrous your beautiful dress is, you quickly start to strike seductive poses. Trying your best to tantalise anyone walking past the store to look your way. Happily, you’re actually quite successful, having a live model in the window rapidly bringing a small crowd of spectators. Now you’ve got an audience you’re even happier, strutting your stuff for them to let them see the dress from all angles. One of them starts to take photos on their phone and you try and remember their face, hoping that later you can track them down and get yourself a copy as memento of this lovely experience.
Then you realise just how aroused you are. Maybe you should just sort that out, you think to yourself. You and your wondrous dress deserve to have a moment of happiness together, don’t you?
Do you:
<<if $diaperLocked>>You're unable to masturbate due to your circumstances.<<else>>[[Masturbate whilst on display|Bimbo Masturbate Mannequin][$ggp +=400; $timesMasturbated +=1]]<</if>>
[[Don't masturbate whilst on display|Bimbo Don't Masturbate Mannequin][$ggp +=300]]<span class="bimbo">"Like, count me in"</span>, you giggle to your new friend, looking forward to the fun you’re about to have.
Walking back to the group, they cheer victoriously as you join them. Pulling you along with them, they take you to a wide selection of fancy bars, putting all the drink orders on the credit card of the lead bimbo's soon to be husband. Tasty and extremely strong fancy pink drinks never leave your hands for long during your bar crawl, constantly being refilled before you ever finish one.
You spend a little time getting to know the other girls, though the conversation is mostly about how much they love sex, fun, and of course the colour pink. The ‘bride in training’ is extremely happy to have another member in their outing, explaining to you in detail how excited she is to marry her perfect hubby. She, in detail, informs you of her extensive lewd plans for her wedding night, pointing out that she needs to reward her manly fiancé for taking such good care of her. It’s all rather sweet and light hearted, the play between the girls only getting more sexual the more they drink.
Finally reaching the end destination of their bar crawl, you find yourselves at ‘Club B’, one of the best clubs in the facility. There are no lines and no waiting, as you’re whisked inside past the bouncers with the rest of the bridesmaids. Immediately, the girls take to the dance floor, rubbing up against each other seductively, always keeping the bride at the center of attention. You join in with the girls, rubbing up against each other playfully, the upbeat dance music and previous drinking session helping you to let yourself go in the moment.
Everything becomes a bit of a blur as you lose track of time. A hand on your shoulder breaks you from your reverie, as a large dark-skinned man stands in front of you.
<span class="male">"Hey babe, you're fine. You look thirsty, want to come over and join me and my friends. We’ll give you something to suck on that’ll make you feel much better"</span>, the muscular figure slurs, obviously a little drunk. Cupping his crotch and shaking it at you, you are pretty sure what he has planned.
Cutting you off before you have a chance to speak, a smaller hand grabs your own, tugging you in the other direction. Vaguely over the music you hear, <span class="bimbo">"Like, come on cutie, we’ve got to give the bride her special gift. It’s going to be totally awesome, you’ve love it"</span>.
Do you:<<if $sexualPreference != 1>><br><br>[[Go give the group of men blow jobs|Bimbo Blow Bang Clubbing][$ggp += 400; $timesGroupSex +=1; $timesSuckedDick +=5]]<</if>><<if $sexualPreferenc != 2>><br><br>[[Go have sex with the group of girls|Bimbo Group Sex Clubbing][$ggp += 400; $timesGroupSex +=1; $timesPussyLicked +=5]]<</if>>
[[Turn down both offers, just keep dancing|Bimbo Keep Dancing Clubbing]]With a giggle, you decide that this is likely the one and only chance for you to consummate your love. Having an audience and documentation only makes it more special. <<if $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>Catching the onlookers by surprise, you let stick your thumbs into the waistband of your $currentUnderwear, scooting it down your legs until it rests, tangled around your ankles.<</if>>
Angling yourself slightly backwards so as to avoid staining your wonderful dress, you dive one hand under the poofy thin material that some would describe as a skirt. The other hand you use to hold up the hem, making sure to keep it away from any of your sexual fluids. Of course, this also gives the crowd a clear look at your <<if $penis && $vagina>>cock and vagina<<elseif $penis>>cock<<else>>vagina<</if>>, something that goes down very well as they hoot and clap. Smiling goofily at the good reception your actions are getting, you begin to run your hand <<if $penis>>up and down your cock<<else>>across your pussy lips<</if>>. The feeling is amazing, only driven to new heights by the presence of your glittering lover.
You minister to yourself, moaning lewdly, lost in the moment. Before too long you’re at your limit, the waves of orgasm crashing around you. Your <<if $penis>>dick, thankfully guided away from the dress, spews a thick load of cum across the window in front of you<<else>>cunt sprays a thick load of fem cum across the window in front of you, as you squirt uncontrollably, thankfully missing the dress<</if>>. The amazing sensations that roll through you as you cum making you spasm on the spot. You breath heavily as you recover, the audience before you cheering heartily in recognition of the love between you and your perfect dress.
Sadly, all good things come to an end. Tapping you on the shoulder, the storekeeper ushers you out of the windowfront. You take one last bow to your adoring public, slightly harder to see now the window is streaked with your fluids. In return, you receive a thundering round of applause, with calls for an encore, before you follow the man back into the store, a slightly annoyed look on his face. This time you decide to use the dressing room to get undressed, wanting one last private moment with your soon to be lost wondrous dress. Slowly and reverently removing the garment, you hang it on the cubicle door, giving it a tearful goodbye hug, before returning it to the store owner.
Seeing you looking down he puts a hand on your shoulder reassuringly, <span class="male">"Don’t be sad, I know you’ve grown very attached to the dress, but it’s going to a new home soon. It was bought by a wealthy man who owns a large farming complex for one of his slave-girls. It’ll surely be loved and appreciated"</span>.
Hearing that the dress is going to be well cared for, you brighten up a little, still sad that you’ll probably not see it again.
The owner continues smiling, <span class="male">"At first I was a little annoyed, but after seeing how much advertisement you brought in I calmed down. You did a really good job out there today. Certainly got me a lot of attention. I’ve already sent the form off and got approval, I managed to get you 400 G.G.P for what you did for me today. I can see a bright future ahead for someone as … enthusiastic as you are"</span>.
Not wanting to linger, you smile and nod, slowly walking out of the store. Looking over your shoulder as you leave, you spot the store owner putting the dress back on the mannequin in the window. Taking one last loving look at it, you pry your eyes away. Deep down you know this is for the best, you made beautiful love together but it wasn’t made to last, that dress was already committed to someone else.
Unsure where you're supposed go, or what you're supposed to be doing, you decide to [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]].With a resigned sigh, you decide that you probably shouldn’t taint the pure love between you and the dress with some sort of quick dalliance. Also, you’re slightly worried that your <<if $penis>>cum<<else>>fem-cum<</if>> might stain the beautiful dress and you don’t want that to be responsible for that. Instead you continue to strike poses, making the most of your brief time together with your sparkling paramour.
The throng of onlookers only increases over time, seemingly as drawn to the dress as you are. Or maybe they just enjoy seeing the look of ultimate contentment on your face as you carefully stroke the beautiful dress in front of them, treating it with more care than most people do their children. The heat between your legs doesn’t dissipate, but how could it when you’re wearing your perfect dress, you know that later you’ll look back on this moment and pleasure yourself to the amazing memories you’ve made today.
Sadly, all good things come to an end. Tapping you on the shoulder, the storekeeper ushers you out of the windowfront. You take one last bow to your adoring public, receiving a thundering round of applause, before you follow the man back into the store. This time you decide to use the dressing room to get undressed, wanting one last private moment with your soon to be lost wondrous dress. Slowly and reverently removing the garment, you hang it on the cubicle door, giving it a tearful goodbye hug, before returning it to the store owner.
Seeing you looking down he puts a hand on your shoulder reassuringly, <span class="male">"Don’t be sad, I know you’ve grown very attached to the dress, but it’s going to a new home soon. It was bought by a wealthy man who owns a large farming complex for one of his slave-girls. It’ll surely be loved and appreciated"</span>.
Hearing that the dress is going to be well cared for, you brighten up a little, still sad that you’ll probably not see it again.
The owner continues smiling, <span class="male">"You did a really good job out there today. Drummed up a lot of attention for me. Couldn’t pay for better advertisement. I’ve already sent the form off and got approval, I managed to get you 300 G.G.P for what you did for me today. I can see a bright future of modelling away for someone as enthusiastic as you are"</span>.
Not wanting to linger, you smile and nod, slowly walking out of the store. Looking over your shoulder as you leave, you spot the store owner putting the dress back on the mannequin in the window. Taking one last loving look at it, you pry your eyes away. Deep down you know this is for the best, there will be other dresses, maybe even as pretty as that one.
Unsure where you're supposed go, or what you're supposed to be doing, you decide to [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]].Letting yourself be dragged along by the eager bridesmaid, you spot the drunk as you weave through the crowd. Visibly annoyed, you see him storming off, mumbling about fucking teases as he goes. Turning back to your new pink clothed friend, you see she has seen this too. Giggling in response, she makes a hand signal as if drinking a bottle, taking the edge off of the moment and getting you right back into the fun mood you had before.
Passing into a side room, you are reunited with the rest of the group, currently all nude, except for the bride to be who still wears her thin pulled back veil. The one of the naked bridesmaids rushes over to you, dragging you over towards a large mound of cushions in the center of the room. Looking around, you see that whilst nicely decorated, the room seems devoid of much else. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>As you walk, your attending bridesmaid begins helping you out of your $currentClothing, leaving it on the floor behind you. <</if>><<if ($currentUnderwear != "Naked")>> Seeing that you’re still wearing your $currentUnderwear, the nude girl escorting you stops for a moment, before grabbing hold and then pulling off your $currentUnderwear, leaving them in a pile at your feet.<</if>>
The naked woman standing next to the bride clears her throat to get everyone’s attention before saying, <span class="bimbo">"Like, we’re all here because our most awesome friend is finally getting married. We know that she’s going to have an amazing hotty pounding away at her hole 24-7, but we still wanted to do something special. So, like as a gift to our soon to be bride, we’re going give her so many orgasms she sees stars"</span>.
Everyone cheers, before quickly descending on the bimbo bride, driving her down onto the pile of pillows. Following up with them, you find yourself sucking on one of her breasts, flicking your tongue across her nipple as you fondle the large boob. Beside you, one of the other girls seems to have the same idea, latched onto the bride’s nipple and sucking lewdly. Another of the bridesmaids is currently kissing your target, the sounds of their sloppy make-out session fill the air. Finally, the last of the group is situated between the bride’s legs. From the muffled moaning, and wild bucking, you assume that the girl attending to her pussy is doing a good job.
Noticing that the muffled moans have transformed into full on pleas to cum, you look up. The other girls, except for the one between her legs have all stopped, watching on as their friend closes in on orgasm. You join in with them, slowly you start chanting between you, calling for her to cum. It doesn’t take long for her to fulfil your request, her ear-splitting howl of pleasure and full body spasming making it easy to spot. Swapping around, you now find yourself making out with the bride instead, whilst the rest of the girls take up the other positions.
Over the next couple of hours, you end up each bringing the bride to orgasm at least a few times, even sneaking a few orgasms for yourselves during the orgy. Even after you’ve stopped, the taste of pussy still lingers in your mouth from the great amount of oral sex you performed. Lying in a pile together, intertwine nude and exhausted, you relax in the warm afterglow of your session. Eventually, you make your goodbyes, getting yourself ready to leave. You can’t stay here all day, as much as you’d like to.
As you leave, a nearby wall terminal chimes, <span class="neutral">"Trainee $firstName has been awarded 400 G.G.P, for looking after facility guests"</span>. Looking back, you catch a last look at your bimbo possy, all giving you thumbs up with big tired grins. They’re all still sprawled together. Nude, in a heap, on the cushions. You’ll remember your awesome friends and this moment forever, you think to yourself as you leave.
Finally, wandering out of the club, exhausted but happy, you take stock of the situation. Whatever you originally had planned you’ve now certainly missed. But, meeting the bimbo bride squad was a lot of fun and you got a nice workout dancing. Plus, some awesome sex with a bunch of attractive bimbos. So, overall, you’re rather content with your choices.
Unsure where you're supposed go, or what you're supposed to be doing, you decide to [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]].In the end, you decide that you don’t want to do either. You’re here to have fun, to dance and drink, not to suck off some random guys cock, or have sex with a bunch of giggling bimbos.
Turning to the big guy in front of you, you respond, <span class="bimbo">"Like, I’m here to dance and party, not to swallow some rando’s dick. Like, count me out"</span>.
Visibly annoyed, the drunk club patron storms off, mumbling about fucking teases as he goes. Turning back to your new friend one of the pink clad bimbo bridesmaids you answer in a nicer tone.
<span class="bimbo">"I’m totally sorry, but I’m just not feeling it. Like, I hope you all have a lot of fun with your fuck session, but I’m going to stick around here"</span>.
Looking a little sad, the giggling girl quickly perks back up <span class="bimbo">"Like, no worries. It was totally a blast to have you partying with us today. I hope I get to see you again some time, you were like totally adorbs"</span>. Giving you a friendly kiss on the cheek, she darts off into the crowd looking for the rest of her group.
You end up sticking around for a while longer, dancing and chatting to various people. The bar tender, a pretty blond girl keeps giving you free drinks and flirting with you playfully. Alongside that the club is just so much fun. The cute lights have you mesmerised for minutes on end, their swirling colours striking you as wonderfully beautiful. Everything ends up becoming hazy again, though you remember snippets of your club time. Dancing in a wall-mounted dance cage was exhilarating, everybody watching your awesome dance moves. You also remember getting up on the bar and letting a bunch of other clubbers do body shots off of you. The bride group eventually emerged from a back room, serene smiles across their faces, you can’t recall if you ever saw the drunk guy again, though you don’t really regret not blowing that jerk.
Finally, wandering out of the club, exhausted but happy, you take stock of the situation. Whatever you originally had planned you’ve now certainly missed. But, meeting the bimbo bride squad was a lot of fun and you got a nice workout dancing. So, overall, you’re pretty pleased with your choices.
Unsure where you're supposed go, or what you're supposed to be doing, you decide to [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]].Nodding at the drunk guy, an excited smile filling your face, you agree to come with him. Before you leave with him, you turn to your friend the bimbo bridesmaid. You know she wanted you too, but the prospect of getting a bunch of cocks to suck is just too alluring.
<span class="bimbo">"I’m really sorry, but these guys have lots of yummy dick to suck. I hope you guys have a ton of fun. Sorry again, for being a total party pooper"</span>, you tell her, slightly sad to be ditching your friend.
<span class="bimbo">"Don’t worry cutie, I understand. You go after those cocks, find the perfect one and marry it. We’ll miss you, but when the heart wants a good rodding, there’s nothing you can do"</span>, she responds, still giggling and upbeat despite the setback.
Waving goodbye to her, you let yourself be led back to a booth a little way away from the club’s main bar. Sitting around the table are four other guys, all completely wasted from a heavy drinking session. The black guy who found you walks over to the others, slapping them on the backs in greeting. Looking up through bleary eyes, the men start to notice your presence, looking you over greedily.
<span class="male">"This, my friends, is a hot piece of ass I found out on the dance floor. Our new little fuck-toy is mighty thirsty, and the only thing that can cure it is a healthy dose of cum. So, who wants to get their cock sucked?"</span>, he announces, presenting you triumphantly.
<span class="male">"You sure mate?"</span>, asks one of the soberer looking ones, eyeing you up more suspiciously than anything.
<span class="male">"Of course. Our babe here is going to suck us all. Right?"</span>, he announces, not so subtly pushing you to your knees.
The more sober looking one shrugs, seemingly happy with your response, even if you were guided into it. Working quickly, your finder pulls his cock out of his pants, pressing it up against your face. It’s big, not huge but a good 8 inches with some girth to it. It smells a little bad, like he hasn’t cleaned it well lately, but it doesn’t look bad. Clumsily, he works it into your mouth missing a couple of times before finally hitting his mark, too drunk to manage much.
You get to work, licking and sucking. Diligently bobbing your head back and forth. He tastes alright, nice and musky like you’d expect in a cock. He takes a moment to properly harden, but your natural talents make easy work of him. Now fully erect, he’s a little harder to deal with, not sober enough to react like you’d expect. Every now and then he’ll lunge his cock forward un-expectantly cause you to gag and splutter, spit leaking out around his rod.
Eventually, his dick starts to pulse, depositing a healthy dose of fresh cum into your mouth. You swish it around savouring the distinct masculine taste before swallowing it down, your stomach feeling nice and warm. You follow a similar process for the rest of the group, having a little difficulty with them as they are so drunk, but overall it’s pretty fun and you do get a lot of cum to drink from between them, so you can’t complain too much. After a while, you’ve worked through them all, a portion of cum from each of them sitting in your stomach, your face covered in dry spit and cum. Standing up, you go to leave, the men ignoring you now that they’ve finished with you.
As you leave, a nearby wall terminal chimes, <span class="neutral">"Trainee $firstName has been awarded 400 G.G.P, for looking after facility guests"</span>. Looking back, you see that the group of guys are tapping on a nearby tablet themselves. Laughing and high-fiving together, they seem to have been happy with your work. That was actually pretty fun, you think to yourself as you leave.
Finally, wandering out of the club, exhausted but happy, you take stock of the situation. Whatever you originally had planned you’ve now certainly missed. But, meeting the bimbo bride squad was a lot of fun and you got a nice workout dancing. Plus, you sucked down a bunch of yummy cum. So, overall, you’re rather content with your choices.
Unsure where you're supposed go, or what you're supposed to be doing, you decide to [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]].You select the options menu on the main menu of your tablet. The screen changes to a list of available extra options that Alice can undertake for you.
Select Option:
<<if $ggp <100>>Change name - 100 G.G.P - Can't affoard<<else>>[[Change name|Change Name]] - 100 G.G.P<</if>>
[[Alter fetishes|Alter Fetishes]]
[[Other Options|Other Options]]<<if $inventory.indexOf("Giant teddy bear") != -1 || $inventory.indexOf("Neon unicorn painting") != -1 || $inventory.indexOf("Robotic changing table") != -1 || $inventory.indexOf("Ultimate mattress") != -1 || $inventory.indexOf("Snuggly Warn Teddy Bear") != -1 || $inventory.indexOf("Wicker picnic basket") != -1 || $inventory.indexOf("Bouquet of roses") != -1 || ($inventory.indexOf("Model jet kit") != -1 && $midShelf.indexOf("Model jet kit") == -1)>><br><br>[[Furniture Fix]]<</if>>
[[Back to tablet main screen|Use Tablet]]<span class="neutral">"Thank you for depositing the 100 G.G.P handling fee"</span>, chimes the familiar monotone voice of Alice. Before you, the screen changes, offering two open text fields and the message, <span class="neutral">"Please enter new names"</span>.
First Name : <<textbox "$firstName" $firstName>>
Second Name : <<textbox "$secondName" $secondName>>
<<button [[Submit Details|Options]]>><</button>>Before you, the screen changes, offering you a selection of check boxes allowing you to confirm activities you'd like to expereience.
Optional Activities - <i>allows player to gate content - check all content you want to see</i>:
<table>
<tr>
Lactation/HuCows <<if $lactationPlay>><<checkbox "$lactationPlay" false true checked>><<else>><<checkbox "$lactationPlay" false true>><</if>>
</tr>
<tr>
Hermaphrodites <<if $hermPlay>><<checkbox "$hermPlay" false true checked>><<else>><<checkbox "$hermPlay" false true>><</if>> (allows player to encounter hermaphrodites)
</tr>
<tr>
Cum play <<if $cumPlay>><<checkbox "$cumPlay" false true checked>><<else>><<checkbox "$cumPlay" false true>><</if>> (drinking large amount of cum, getting covered in it, etc.)
</tr>
<tr>
Watersports <<if $waterSportsPlay>><<checkbox "$waterSportsPlay" false true checked>><<else>><<checkbox "$waterSportsPlay" false true>><</if>>
</tr>
<tr>
ABDl/Diapers <<if $abdlPlay>><<checkbox "$abdlPlay" false true checked>><<else>><<checkbox "$abdlPlay" false true>><</if>> Diaper wetting? <<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<checkbox "$diaperWettingPlay" false true checked>><<else>><<checkbox "$diaperWettingPlay" false true>><</if>> Diaper messing? <<if $diaperMessingPlay>><<checkbox "$diaperMessingPlay" false true checked>><<else>><<checkbox "$diaperMessingPlay" false true>><</if>>
</tr>
<tr>
Bimbo-Hypnosis <<if $bimboPlay>><<checkbox "$bimboPlay" false true checked>><<else>><<checkbox "$bimboPlay" false true>><</if>>
</tr>
<tr>
Non-Consent <<if $nonConPlay>><<checkbox "$nonConPlay" false true checked>><<else>><<checkbox "$nonConPlay" false true>><</if>>
</tr>
<tr>
Pet-Play <<if $petPlay>><<checkbox "$petPlay" false true checked>><<else>><<checkbox "$petPlay" false true>><</if>> (people roleplaying as animals, not to be mistaken with furries)
</tr>
</table>
<<button [[Submit Details|Options]]>><</button>>You feel extremely horny, though ever since you received the treatment this has rapidly become the new normal for you. Deciding that you can spare some time to fulfil your needs, you clamber onto your large <<if $bedType ==0>>pink<<else>>blue<</if>> bed. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" || $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>Rapidly shedding your clothes as you go, leaving them in an untidy heap on the floor.<<else>>Already naked, thankfully you need spend no time getting undressed, eager to start your self-pleasuring session.<</if>>
You settle on the bed, moving around a little until you can get yourself comfortable. The soft, thick duvet lovingly hugs your back, as your form slightly indents it. Moving your pillows to prop yourself up into a half sitting, half lying position you feel ready to start pleasuring yourself.
You waste no time, one hand quickly making contact with your <<checkPenis>> cock, the other palming your balls. The contact sends a brief jolt of pleasure through your body, and you kick your leg out automatically, moaning quietly in the process. Your cock immediately springs to attention, eager to be played with, a bead of pre-cum at the head. Meanwhile you gently massage your balls, feeling them gently churn, bursting with cum. Your ministrations stilling their needy ache, for now.
Running your hand across your sensitive cock head, smearing the pre-cum to lubricate your upcoming wanking session, you notice just how amazing playing with the end of your dick is. Now wet with pre, you start to run your hand up and down your firm rod, juggling your throbbing orbs at the same time. The feeling is both wonderful and relaxing, alone you have no one to please or worry about, just you and your own pleasure. Thinking about all the sexy things you’ve seen since you’ve arrived at the facility, it doesn’t take you long before your balls are straining, ready to blow. Seeing no reason to prolong the experience, ready to climax, you begin wanking at a frantic pace, pumping your cock mercilessly.
With one hard last slam, your <<checkPenis>> cock pulses. You feel ecstatic as you cum, the tension in your balls finally abated, strings of milky cum bursting from the end of your dick, pooling on your stomach and coating your hand. You moan loud enough that it's likely heard across the dormitory before finally collapsing on the bed exhausted, maybe a little sated of your horny need.
After a few minutes recovery, you wipe your hand and stomach off with a tissue you retrieve from your bedside table, and pull yourself out of bed ready to [[get back to doing something more productive|Room Hub]].You try to contact Tilly through your room terminal. After a brief ringing tone from your tablet the screen flickers slightly before revealing the smiling face of Tilly.
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<span class="bimbo">"Hey <<if $tillyDating>>sweetheart, you look so cute, I can't get you out of my thoughts. Work is so much more boring than spending time with you.<<else>> cutie, you look nice today. Though, maybe you could wear some more pink, or glitter maybe.<</if>> So, you calling to gossip a bit? Or, do you want to hang out? I know a couple of really awesome clubs in the facility that I bet you'd love"</span>, she giggles.
Do you:<<if $sexualPreference != 2>><br><br>[[Ask Tilly out on a date|Date Accepted Tilly]]<</if>>
[[Hang out with Tilly|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Hang Out With Tilly']]
[[Return to contacts page|Contacts]]You ask Tilly if she might want to go on a date with you. Giggling heavily, she immediately responds.
<span class="bimbo">"<<if $tillyDating>>Well Duh. Like, of course I want to go out with you. Like I have some awesome ideas for plans that I bet you’ll love. This is going to be super fun. I have to like get ready and get someone to cover for me, but that’s like mega easy.<<else>>Yay! Like of course $firstName. This sounds super fun. We can go dancing, or maybe we could go … oh or maybe. But first I have to find something incredible to wear to make you happy, and also maybe someone to cover for me.<</if>> Like, I’ll meet you in a few over at the recreational plaza. This is going to be amazing"</span>, she finishes. A large excited smile plastered across her face betrays how happy she is that you want to go out with her.
Your date planned, you [[head out to your date with Tilly|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Date Tilly']].
Travelling far into the facility, you arrive at the listed destination, a large thoroughfare room with a white tiled floor. At the exact listed location, you noted from your tablet, you discover a mop and bucket propped up against an LCD screen which reads, <span class="neutral">"$firstName, your task is to mop the floor until your task is deemed complete"</span>.
With your task explained you pick up the mop, ready to start your tedious job of mopping the floors. It's exactly as they stated on the job description, boring.
After about 30 minutes, having seen little out of the ordinary as you go about your assigned task other than a few passers-by in various states of attire, you notice a small circular robotic disk on wheels drive into the room. The cute little disk is chirping away softly, bleeping and blooping as it makes an odd circle around the room, as if it's checking your work at mopping the floors. Suddenly the little robot stops, makes a loud beeping sound, before moving on. Left in place where it stopped is a large pool of brown gunk, followed by a trail of the same gunk, imprinted by the robots tire tracks. The disk shaped robot, travels the room in a spiralling pattern making a massive mess, before finally leaving. Frustrated you start to clean up the mess, realising that this is only going to make your task harder and take longer.
Before too long the floor is again nice and clean. Content with your work and starting to relax, you take a moment to lean against a wall and get your breath back, waiting to be told you've completed your job. Just then the little robot comes back into view, bleeping and blooping cheerily. You watch in horror as it follows the exact same pattern of behaviour, once again messing up your freshly cleaned floor.
Frustrated, you get back to work.As you enter the lift, on your way back to your dorm, you notice that your lift already contains an occupant. A pretty red headed woman wearing a green shoulder less dress, with a mid-thigh length skirt section, puffed out with a petti skirt. Copious freckles cover her face and shoulders, though not too densely, helping to enhance her beauty instead of detracting from it.
You politely nod your head at her and press your destination selection into the key pad, letting the lift resume its travels. As you watch the floor tracker change you spot movement out of the corner of your eye. The girl seems to be jumping from one foot to the next squirming slightly. Not paying it much more thought, you go back to watching the floor indicator.
<span class="female">"No, not here, please not here"</span>, you hear her squeak in dismay. A faint odd smell, drifts into your nose. Looking around you can't spot where it's coming from or even what it is really, but you're sure you smell something. The woman seems to be talking quietly to herself in a nervous manner, no longer squirming, instead her legs now pressed firmly together.
That's when you spot a small yellow pool around her feet, a dark wet patch now clearly visible at the crotch of her dress. Remnants of her piss cling to her leg, the last dregs still slowly running down into the puddle on the floor. She starts to cry, tears flowing down her crimson red face as the door opens to her selected destination. <span class="female">"Why did I let them install a remote bladder controller!"</span>, she cries as she quickly flees from the lift, obviously greatly humiliated by her accident. That was weird you think as the lift doors close, allowing the lift to continue taking you back to your dorm.
<<include [[Travel Back End]]>>As you enter the lift, on your way to your destination, you notice that your lift is already occupied. A tall swarthy man wearing an expensive looking suit. Seeing nothing of issue, you enter your destination into the control panel, taking a step back to lean against the wall. Looking back at the man, you do a double take, as you spot a girl, wearing nothing but a thick black collar, her arms wrapped low around one of the man’s legs.
The man rests a hand on the collared girls head, stroking her short brown hair affectionately. As you watch she leans into the strokes, obviously enjoying the attention. Looking up at him with a mewling whimper, she begins an exaggerated pout. <span class="male">"We’ll be at the bar in a moment sweetheart. You can wait until then"</span>, he lectures, looking down at her sweetly, giving her another pat on the head. This doesn’t seem to be the answer she was looking for, as she starts to groan and whimper louder, nuzzling her head against the man’s crotch.
<span class="male">"If you can’t wait I suppose I can spoil you this once, but make sure to finish before we arrive or I’ll have to give you a punishment spanking"</span>, he responds, ending the statement with an equally exaggerated sigh. The naked girl's face lights up at his offer, hands springing to zip down the fly of her master’s trousers. Fishing out his girthy cock from its confines, her lips deftly swallowing the length, taking the dick fully into her throat in one gulp. Both parties immediately groan, though of course her moan is somewhat muffled, as she expertly deepthroats the expansive cock.
Sadly, your destination arrives before you can see the conclusion of the predicament, though from the contented face of the suited man, you’d guess she was likely to get away without a spanking. That brief diversion over you continue on towards your destination.
<<include [[Travel To End]]>>As you enter the lift on your way to your destination, you notice nothing out of the ordinary. The lift is empty as you take your quiet ride up to your destination. Settling into a comfortable lean, it isn't until about half way through the trip that the door opens. On the other side of the door is something that takes a moment for your mind to comprehend, startled by what looks to be some sort of ghost or monster. The figure is just over 5-foot-tall, seemingly feminine in shape, and seems to be covered from head to toe with a somewhat familiar smelling white viscous fluid, leaving a dripping trail of it as the thing moves.
<span class="female">"Hey, sorry about this"</span>, conversationally says the white glob, <span class="female">"I just got cornered by a bunch of guys wanting to give me a 'blow-bang cum-bath' and well, they did, as you can see"</span>. With that explanation, everything now makes sense and you start to talk to the girl, commenting on how bad you feel for her having to deal with cleaning up her current mess.
<span class="female">"Don't worry too much"</span>, she replies with a wink. <span class="female">"Messing up my clothes is a little annoying, but I can't complain too much when it all tastes so good!"</span>, finishing her last point as she brings an already cum covered finger up to her mouth, which she suckles softly as she moans. You talk a little further with your new cum covered friend but soon must leave, having already made plans for how you were going to spend this time. With a wave goodbye you head on towards your intended destination.
<<include [[Travel To End]]>>Travelling far into the facility, you arrive at the listed destination, a large thoroughfare room with a white tiled floor. At the exact listed location, you noted from your tablet, you discover a large sign that reads, <span class="neutral">"Detour"</span>, sitting next to an LCD screen which reads, <span class="neutral">"$firstName, your task is to hold the sign until your task is deemed complete"</span>.
You sigh and pick up the sign, at least the task isn't strenuous you think. Looking at the sign you notice that it clearly has an arrow pointing to the right, it is only then you realise how much trouble this task is going to be. You haven't been told which of the rooms, many exits, is the detour!
Deciding that the best option is to stand in the middle of the room and hold the sign, hopeing that your guess is correct, you start your task, becoming a human sign post. Before long a number of passers-by come up to you and ask you which way the detour is and what the detour is for, sadly you don't know, so instead have to embarrassingly apologise for your lack of knowledge on the topic.<<set $timesSuckedDick +=1>>After a few minutes waiting in the staff area, you see one of the room displays light up with a client. Apparently, <span class="neutral">"<<print either("James","Sam","John","Paul","George");>> <<print either("Smith","Jones","Paulson","Wilson","Johnson");>>"</span>, wants a blow-job, though you do see a special note on the display indicating that he’s a ,<span class="neutral">"first-timer"</span>, guess that means he’s a new customer, you wonder as you head over. You've heard from other workers in the glory-hole whilst waiting that first time customers are normally good tippers as they don't know what to expect, you remember happily.
Closing the door behind you, you kneel down on the floor, facing the hole in the wall, still closed and wait to suck your clients cock. After a momentary wait, the little slit opens and through it an average sized, though still soft cock is pressed through. You go to start working on your client, but stop when you hear him start to speak.
<span class="male">"Hey, I know I'm not really supposed to talk to you, but this is my first time and ... I just don't want you to think I'm bad at this ... and if ... if I go off early ... I'm Sorry"</span>, says the obviously nervous voice. From the sound of it, this might be his first time ever, you think.
Quietly shushing him in as soothing a tone as you can manage you run your hands lightly across his cock and balls. With one hand you linger on his orbs, lightly fondling them, his dick hardening slightly in response. Your other hand you wrap around the base of his dick, steadying it as you move your head closer. You start out with a couple of playful licks, running your tongue across the head and down the glans of his hardening rod. The taste is a little sweaty, but certainly a salty, manly taste, his musk filling your nose with a similar smell.
After a little playing with your tongue, you wrap your mouth around his cock, hard but still about the same length as before, sucking his length slowly in your mouth. You try and give the guy a good time and you certainly prolong his experience more than you would have with just a basic suck, but you can spot he's obviously going to cum sooner than you may have expected in a more experienced client. You wrap your lips firmly around the head of his cock, sucking and tonguing the hole, pulling a joyous moan out of your client. His dick and balls pulse in your hands, their contents expelled right into your mouth. The thick creamy textured cum sits in your mouth, it's taste hard to describe, but just a little salty. Not seeing anywhere to dispose of the cum, you swallow it down, not wanting to get into trouble for making a mess, the warm deposit making its way down your throat. The whole experience has made you more than a little turned on, but sadly you're working, so no playing with yourself.
He certainly sounded happy, you think as you get up, clean yourself off with a provided towel, and return to the staff room, ready to start waiting for a new client.
<<include [[Glory Hole Job End]]>><<set $timesSuckedDick +=1>>After a few minutes waiting in the staff area, you see one of the room displays light up with a client. Apparently, <span class="neutral">"<<print either("James","Sam","John","Paul","George");>> <<print either("Smith","Jones","Paulson","Wilson","Johnson");>>"</span>, wants a blow-job, just a standard client with no special note on the display.
Closing the door behind you, you kneel down on the floor, facing the hole in the wall, still closed and wait to suck your clients cock. After a momentary wait, the little slit opens and through it a smaller than average sized, rock hard cock is pressed through. Bending forward you go to start working on your client.
You move your mouth to the tip of the cock, planning on giving it a brief kiss before licking and sucking the shaft, to pleasantly extend your clients experience, a happy client means better tips after all. Before you even make contact with the cock, the offensive smell of it strikes you. Sweat and sex, maybe stale piss. Taking a closer look at the clients rod you notice that it obviously isn’t clean, small patches of semi-dried cum speckled across the head. Feeling nauseous but seeing no way out of the situation, you stick your tongue out gingerly.
<span class="neutral">"Client has made mid-service selection, deploying head restraint"</span>, chimes the monotone voice of Alice, a firm pressure suddenly applying itself to the back of your head, forcing you rapidly forward, sending your client's filthy dick deep into your mouth. You retch, the taste even fouler than the smell, you concentrate on not throwing up, worried what would happen if you did. Immediately, your client slams his small cock in as deep as possible, only just ramming the back of your throat. The small mercy of this is that at least your tongue is no longer in contact with the dirty head of the cock, though your thankfulness for this is soon overwritten by the pain and gagging caused by the rough slamming of cock into your throat.
<span class="male">"Dirty slut"</span>, you hear over and over again, accompanied by a string of ever more degrading insults as your client jackhammers into your face hole, using you as little more than a masturbatory toy. Before long, he finally cums, spilling his vile seed down your throat, leaving you coughing and spluttering in response.
<span class="neutral">"Client has selected they are dissatisfied with the quality of service"</span>, states Alice as your head is released from the restraining strap. You gulp worried what will happen next. <<if $submission >=10 || $oralSexSkill >0>><span class="neutral">"Client is fraudulently impugning the quality of a government accredited repurposed trainee. This is a class 2 criminal violation and will be dealt with swiftly and severely"</span>, The AI adds, the client hole closing. As you pull yourself together you’re sure you can faintly hear screaming from the other side of the reinforced wall. <<else>><<set $timesAnallyFucked +=1>> “Client has selected complimentary anal sex as a valid reimbursement of service” The AI adds as restraining straps snake from the walls. This is really bad, now you have to take an ass fucking from the foul man. Quickly bound and flipped into doggy position, your ass sticking in the air facing the hole. The floor rumbles up, setting your rear hole pressed firmly against the hole.
With no pause, as soon as you’re in position, your client slams his cock into your ass. With no lubricant, other than your spit provided from the previous throat fucking, the penetration hurts, making your tight hole burn. This time he lasts longer, taking more time to build up to cumming. All you can do is wait, trying to take your mind off of the sting in your back door, caused by the small dicked assholes cock. How does he even manage to keep up the pace, you wonder as he mercilessly now uses your ass hole as little more than a sex toy. He gloats the entire time, laughing about how cheap a fuck you are and how even the computer doesn’t think your cock sucking was worth the price. All you can do is seethe with rage until eventually a warm wetness emerges in your bowels, finally signalling that your punishment is complete. <span class="male">"See you later, fuck hole"</span>, laughs the client as the dividing hole closes. The restraints finally releasing you and the floor lowering back to normal.<</if>>
What a jerk, you think as you get up, clean yourself off with a provided towel, and return to the staff room, ready to start waiting for a new client.
<<include [[Glory Hole Job End]]>><<set $timesPussyLicked +=1>>After a few minutes waiting in the staff area, you see one of the room displays light up with a client. Apparently, <span class="neutral">"<<print either("Emily","Abby","Madison","Oliva","Georgina");>> <<print either("Smith","Jones","Paulson","Wilson","Johnson");>>"</span>, wants her pussy licked, though you do see a special note on the display indicating that she’s a, <span class="neutral">"first-timer"</span>, guess that means she’s a new customer, you wonder as you head over. You've heard from other workers in the glory-hole whilst waiting that first time customers are normally good tippers as they don't know what to expect, you remember happily. Also female clients are certainly rarer than male ones.
Closing the door behind you, you kneel down on the floor, facing the hole in the wall, still closed and wait to lick your clients cunt. After a momentary wait, the little slit opens and through it you can see a pussy, a little back from the opening, your client's lust obvious from the dripping wetness on their outer lips. You go to start working on your client, but stop when you hear her start to speak.
<span class="female">"Hey, wait a second, I'm having real issues figuring out how to do this. I'm trying to press myself against the hole but it's not working very well"</span>, she says, a tone of annoyance in her voice. After a moment of rustling on the other side of the hole you here her voice again, though she sounds in a better mood now, <span class="female">"so that's what the straps were for"</span>, she says as she backs up to the hole, bending over, giving you much better access.
Your client now settled, you get to work, diving voraciously into her wet cunt, your tongue trailing long laps through her dripping trench. She tastes odd, a little sweet but a familiar salt tinges the flavour of her lust. Her horny need filling the air with an obvious musk of want. She shudders from your attention, obviously enjoying herself much more than the grumpy attitude she had previously. You suck on her labia for a little while, taking subtle, soft nips between your lips, and occasionally your teeth. After a while you decide that you've been teasing her long enough. Deciding to finally drive her to orgasm, you find her clit and start to unrelentingly suckle it. Immediately she starts to scream loudly in passion, her hips bucking as you continue to suck her pleasure button vigorously, now additionally tonguing it as well. Your new onslaught pushes her to an amazing crescendo, her screams cutting out, her bucking finally coming to a stop, all you hear is a contented sigh as she moves forward, allowing the connecting hole to close.
The whole experience has made you more than a little turned on, but sadly you're working, so no playing with yourself.
She certainly sounded happy in the end, you think as you get up, clean yourself off with a provided towel, and return to the staff room, ready to start waiting for a new client.
<<include [[Glory Hole Job End]]>><<set $timesAnallyFucked +=1>><span class="female">"I have a client for you, <<print either("James","Sam","John","Paul","George");>> <<print either("Smith","Jones","Paulson","Wilson","Johnson");>>, relatively normal, the only reason he comes up as a special case is that he wants to give anal"</span>, Miss Sarah describes as she escorts you to a suite. Opening the door, you can see an older man, sitting on the bed already naked, allowing you to make out his slight belly and his average sized cock. Closing in on him you offer him a greeting, though are rebuffed with a grunt as he pats the bed. Seems like he really does just want to fuck.
As you start to clamber up onto the bed, his arms grapple around your waist, putting you into the doggy style position, with your ass stuck up in the air, your <<if $breastSize==0>>chest rubbing against the bed sheets<<else>>pair of <<checkBreast>> breasts rubbing against the bed sheets, squashed beneath you<</if>>. The bed judders a bit as he climbs up behind you, running his hand across your ass cheeks almost tenderly. Suddenly you feel something extremely cold and wet meet your back passage, a slight pushing sensation accompanying it. Looking back over your shoulder you can see him massaging a finger into you, a bottle of something in hand. Well at least he's preparing me first you think to yourself, relieved.
Your asshole prepared, you start to feel a larger object attempting to breach past your sphincter. The pressure larger and more relentless than previously. With a pop the pressure subsides, a dull stretching pain briefly taking over before a short spark of pleasure engulfs it. Your <<if $vagina>>pussy spasms pleasantly, almost as if it's jealous of the attention your ass is getting<<else>><<checkPenis>> cock hardens beneath you, rubbing against the bedsheets pleasantly<</if>>, the anal fucking is really starting to feel good.
As times goes on, your client picks up speed, ramming his cock into your tight back hole. However, as heavily lubed as you are, the experience is still overall a very pleasurable one. With one final rough thrust, you feel a wet heat fill your bowels, his cock spasming within your asshole. Triggered by the pleasant full feeling, you find yourself falling over the tipping point, your own release causing you to moan lewdly. Your <<if $vagina>>pussy sprays out your feminine juices, your internal walls convulsing needily against nothing<<else>>cock sprays out a heavy load of cum, pooling beneath you<</if>>. Finished with you, without a word your client pulls out, wipes himself off on your ass, and walks out, leaving you soiled and sated on the bed.
<<include [[Brothel Job End]]>><<set $timesFuckedPussy += 1>><span class="female">"I have a client for you, <<print either("Emily","Abby","Madison","Oliva","Georgina");>> <<print either("Smith","Jones","Paulson","Wilson","Johnson");>>, relatively normal, the only reason she comes up as a special case is that she's a first time client"</span>, Miss Sarah describes as she escorts you to a suite. Opening the door, you can see pretty young blonde, probably just turned 18 from the looks of her.
<span class="female">"Hey, em, do you mind, helping me lose my virginity?"</span>, the little blonde nervously asks, <<if $vagina && !$penis>><<set $timesVaginallyFucked += 1>><span class="female">"I see that you're a little unequipped for the job so a brought something for you to use"</span>, she continues, picking up a strap on and harness off the bed. Taking a closer look at the harness you see that it buckles around you, however, inside there also exists a dildo, then when worn, would penetrate your pussy deeply. Not wanting to anger a customer you put on the harness, holding back a moan as the firm inner dildo slips into your depths.<<else>><span class="female">"Thankfully you already seem to be fully ... equipped"</span>, she continues, gesturing at your <<checkPenis>> dick. Taking a moment to center yourself, your cock grows hard, standing tall.<</if>>
As you've been getting ready, so has your client. Now lying on her back, legs spread wide, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her pussy naturally opens from the wide split of her legs. Even from where you're standing you can see that she's aroused, her labia wet and the smell of her arousal heavy in the air. You approach, clambering onto the bed between her legs, aligning yourself in preparation of your task. Leaning forward you kiss her passionately, wanting to make her first-time special, before trailing kisses down her neck and across her breasts, flicking your tongue across her nipples teasingly.
Seeing her squirm with need, you decide that she's thoroughly aroused. Slowly you press your length into her, feeling the resistance as her previously unentered pussy struggles to part to allow your girth entry. Pressing forward you feel resistance, deciding to get it out of the way quickly, whilst she's still overtaken by lust, you thrust through her virgin barrier, eliciting only a quick, <span class="female">"ow"</span>, from your lust addled client. Giving her a moment to adjust to the fullness, you proffer more kisses across her breasts, before continuing on pumping into her, dragging moans from both your mouths at the pleasant sensations.
You continue on deftly, pleasuring her expertly, fucking her thoroughly, sweating a little from the exertion. Your client on the other hand spends the entire time in utter bliss, so much so that you don't think she's even aware of your presence anymore. Then she shrieks, her pussy milking the length you have pressed deep inside of her, accompanied by the feel of gushing liquid. The sensation triggers your own orgasm, <<if $vagina && !$penis>>your pussy rippling around the dildo deep inside you, your own feminine liquid spilling out from the harness<<else>>causing you to deposit a large load of cum, deep inside the newly deflowered girl<</if>>.
Pulling out from under you, she delivers a deep passionate kiss, mingling tongues with you. <span class="female">"That was amazing, thanks for making my first-time special"</span>, she states as she gives you a quick hug, before retreating from the room. Exhausted you take a moment to rest up before getting back to work.
<<include [[Brothel Job End]]>><<set $oralSexSkill += 1>><<set $timesSuckedDick += 5>><span class="neutral">"Basic oral sex training selected, please proceed to the play mat and become accustomed to the dildo collection"</span>, the AI continues after a moment pause. Your training orders received, you head across to the mat, walking straight to the sex toy collection. Looking into the chest you see, piled high, a wide range of brightly coloured plastic and rubber toys, most shaped like cocks, though some of them are too large or misshapen for you to think of them as dicks, at least not human ones.
You select a floppy pink rubber dildo, about average in size, from the box. Your prize now in hand you walk around the mat until you can find a free spot, eventually sitting between a pair of red heads each with a large pile of dildos in front of them. As you sit yourself down, they both giggle, grabbing a large dildo in hand and quickly plunging it down their throats, skillfully deep-throating their rubber cocks. You watch on in embarrassed fascination, surprised at the ease in which they swallow down the fake dicks.
Taking your own dildo in hand you slowly run your hand over it, getting used to its size and heft. Bringing it to your lips you somewhat hesitantly stick out your tongue, getting your first taste of your freshly acquired, public toy. It tastes normal, well not bad at the very least, just a bit like rubber, you think, running your tongue more determinedly along the dick making sure there aren't any tricks being played on you by the facility. Your concerns mollified, watching another girl a little away from you, you start to copy her technique, slowly taking the head of the dildo into your mouth. Loosing yourself in the moment you close your eyes, trying to imagine how you'd perform differently if you were working on the real thing.
A wet poking sensation, lands on the cheeks either side of your face, accompanied by another bout of intense giggling. Opening your eyes, you see that the red heads are both now leaning in closer to you, rubbing their spit soaked toys against your cheeks. Realising they've been caught, the dildos are pulled back and instead replaced with large wet kisses instead. The girl on your right starts to place her hand over your own, directing the thrusts of your dildo, whilst the girl on your left stars to rub your throat, whispering encouragement in your ear.
Now aided by two experts in the oral arts, you find you quickly start to pick up some techniques. By the end of your allotted time you've sucked a number of dildos of various sizes and shapes as well as picked up more than a few tips from the other trainees.<<set $oralSexSkill += 1>><<set $timesSuckedDick += 5>><span class="neutral">"Intermediate oral sex training selected, please proceed to machine number <<set $random = random(1,100)>>$random"</span>, the AI continues after a moment pause. Your training orders received, you head across to the directed machine, observing it’s a motorised dildo with a kneeling pad on the floor in front of it.
<span class="neutral">"Please kneel on the kneeling pad so that I can start the training procedure"</span>, intones the monotone voice of Alice, catching you by surprise as you can’t see any terminals nearby. <span class="neutral">"My voice is being transmitted through the machine $firstName, I can see you through a camera in the training device. With me talking to you as I operate the machine, it is almost like I am your sexual partner. This may help relax you and aid in your training"</span>, continues the AI.
Your current questions answered, you kneel down on the pad, ready to undertake the training you’ve paid for. The pad is soft beneath you, sinking slightly as your weight indents it. <span class="neutral">"Align yourself with the dildo and open your mouth in preparation for oral penetration"</span>, continues your AI teacher. Following the directions given, you open your mouth, ready to practice your cock sucking.
The dildo slowly makes its way forwards, entering your mouth but not pushing too far back, before making its languid retreat, leaving only the rubbery taste on your tongue. For a while this is repeated, the dildo increasing in speed slowly, trying to push slightly deeper, but never pushing too hard or too fast for you to cope with. <span class="neutral">"This is good $firstName. You are making me feel good. Training increase initiated"</span>, states your AI companion, you’re almost sure you heard a note of emotion in that monotone voice, weird.
Almost immediately the dildo picks up in speed, pressing forward into your mouth much deeper than previously. You splutter and gag slightly as the motorised cock makes contact with the back of your throat. <span class="neutral">"You need to swallow as the penis makes contact. It will help supress your gag reflex"</span>, directs Alice, helpfully. Heeding the advice, next time the dildo arm pushes its way in you try to swallow, it helps a little, however, you still find yourself gagging at the intrusion. For the next couple of hours you continue on trying to improve your deep-throating ability, making progress under the steady tutelage of Alice. She even thanks you a couple of times for, <span class="neutral">"making her feel good"</span>, though you’re not sure if she can feel anything or if praising you was just part of her programming.<<set $oralSexSkill += 1>><<set $timesSuckedDick += 10>><span class="neutral">"Expert oral sex training selected, please proceed to machine number <<set $random = random(1,100)>>$random"</span>, the AI continues after a moment pause. Your training orders received, you head across to the directed machine, observing it as a set of motorised dildos, with a kneeling pad on the floor in the middle of them.
<span class="neutral">"Please kneel on the kneeling pad so that I can start the training procedure"</span>, intones the monotone voice of Alice, no longer catching you by surprise as it did the first time. <span class="neutral">"As you know my voice is being transmitted through the machines $firstName, I can see you through the cameras in the training devices. With me talking to you as I operate the machines, it is almost like I am your sexual partners, all of them. This may help relax you and aid in your training"</span>, continues the AI.
Your directions given, you kneel down on the pad, ready to undertake the training you’ve paid for. The pad is soft beneath you, sinking slightly as your weight indents it. <span class="neutral">"Align yourself with the central dildo and open your mouth in preparation for oral penetration"</span>, continues your AI teacher. Following the AI’s guidance, you open your mouth, ready to practice your cock sucking. Still not sure why you’re surrounded by other motorised dildos.
The central dildo slowly makes its way forwards, entering your mouth but not pushing too far back, before making its languid retreat, leaving only the rubbery taste on your tongue. For a while this is repeated, the dildo increasing in speed slowly, trying to push slightly deeper, but never pushing too hard or too fast for you to cope with. <span class="neutral">"This is a good start $firstName. You are doing a skilled job. Training increase initiated"</span>, states your AI companion, you’re almost sure you heard a note of glee in her monotone voice, weird.
Almost immediately the dildo picks up in speed, pressing forward into your mouth much deeper than previously. You splutter and gag slightly as the motorised cock makes contact with the back of your throat, causing you to gag slightly, aided greatly from your previous training. Just when you think that’s all this increase in difficulty will entail, you hear a whirring on either side of you. Looking out of the corner of your eye you can see that the dildos to your left and right have already activated. <span class="neutral">"You need to try to pleasure all three of the machines. When your mouth is busy you should use your hands on the other two"</span>, directs Alice, helpfully. Heeding the advice, you search with your hands for the other two dildos as you suck down the central one, grasping for the rubber cocks somewhat blindly. Your hands slide along the imitation dicks as you slowly masturbate them whilst still concentrating on the dildo jackhammering down your throat. A somewhat distant voice chimes, <span class="neutral">"change dildo"</span>, the words just about penetrating your cock sucking world. You wrench your head back, causing you to leave a long trail of spit from your mouth to your previous target, however, you care little for the embarrassing mess you’re causing, looking only for the next rubber dildo for you to sink your throat down on.
For the next couple of hours, you continue on trying to improve your deep-throating and multi-tasking ability, making progress under the steady encouragement of Alice. She even thanks you a couple of times for, <span class="neutral">"being such a proficient face pussy"</span>, though you’re not sure if she can feel anything or if praising you was just part of her programming. Catching a look at yourself in a mirror as you get up from the device, you can see your puffy, tear and spit streaked face. You blush heavily as you think about all the people who’ve just seen the evidence of what an oral slut you are, the shame of it all bringing a sharp burst of arousal to you, in turn only increasing your shame.<<set $timesSuckedDick += 10>><span class="neutral">"Basic oral sex practice selected, please proceed to the play mat and become accustomed to the dildo collection"</span> the AI continues after a moment pause. Your training orders received, you head across to the mat, walking straight to the sex toy collection. Looking into the chest you see, piled high, a wide range of brightly coloured plastic and rubber toys, most shaped like cocks, though some of them are too large or misshapen for you to think of them as dicks, at least not human ones. The sight of all those pretty cocks makes your drool a little.
You select a floppy pink rubber dildo, somewhat large in size, from the box. Your prize now in hand you walk around the mat until you can find a free spot, eventually sitting between a pair of red heads each with a large pile of dildos in front of them. As you sit yourself down, they both giggle, grabbing a large dildo in hand and quickly plunging it down their throats, skillfully deep-throating their rubber cocks. You watch on in fascination, turned on by the ease in which they swallow down the fake dicks.
Taking your own dildo in hand you slowly run your hand over it, getting used to its size and heft. Bringing it to your lips you lovingly stick out your tongue, getting your first taste of your freshly acquired, public toy. It tastes normal, a bit of a shame really, it could have tasted like cock or another girls’ spit at least, you think, running your tongue more determinedly along the dick making sure you aren’t mistaken. Your concerns confirmed, you resume watching another girl a little away from you, you start to copy her technique wondering if you can pick up a new trick or two, slowly taking the head of the dildo into your mouth. Loosing yourself in the moment you close your eyes, trying to imagine how you'd perform differently if you were working on the real thing.
A wet poking sensation, lands on the cheeks either side of your face, accompanied by another bout of intense giggling. Opening your eyes, you see that the red heads are both now leaning in closer to you, rubbing their spit soaked toys against your cheeks. You take your dildo out of your mouth an make a long lick down dildo to your right, tasting the girls surprisingly tasty, yet copious, spit as you turn the joke around on them. Realising they've been caught, the dildos are pulled back and instead replaced with large wet kisses instead. You laugh together as you all enjoy the jokes you’ve played on each other. After talking a little the girl on your right starts to place her hand over your own, directing your dildo back to your mouth, whilst the girl on your left stars to rub your throat, whispering encouragement in your ear.
Now aided by two friendly cock suckers you have a really fun time, as well as picking up a few tips from the other trainees about giving oral, some you even think about incorporating into your own considerable list of techniques. Not a bad way to pass a few hours.<<set $timesSuckedDick += 10>><span class="neutral">"Intermediate oral sex practice selected, please proceed to machine number <<set $random = random(1,100)>>$random"</span>, the AI continues after a moment pause. Your training orders received, you head across to the directed machine, observing it’s a motorised dildo with a kneeling pad on the floor in front of it.
<span class="neutral">"Please kneel on the kneeling pad so that I can start the training procedure"</span>, intones the monotone voice of Alice, no longer catching you by surprise. <span class="neutral">"As you know my voice is being transmitted through the machine $firstName, I can see you through a camera in the training device. With me talking to you as I operate the machine, it is almost like I am your sexual partner. This may help relax you and aid in your practice"</span>, continues the AI.
Alice’s briefing complete, you kneel down on the pad, ready to undertake the practice you’ve paid for. The pad is soft beneath you, sinking slightly as your weight indents it. <span class="neutral">"Align yourself with the dildo and open your mouth in preparation for oral penetration"</span>, continues your AI teacher. Following the directions given, you open your mouth, ready to finally get to the cock sucking.
The dildo slowly makes its way forwards, too slowly for your preferences, entering your mouth but not pushing too far back, before making its languid retreat, leaving only the rubbery taste on your tongue. For a while this is repeated, the dildo increasing in speed slowly, trying to push slightly deeper, but never pushing too hard or too fast for you to manage with ease. <span class="neutral">"This is good $firstName. You are making me feel good. Difficulty increase initiated"</span>, states your AI companion, you’re almost sure you heard a note of emotion in that monotone voice, weird.
As expected, almost immediately the dildo picks up in speed, pressing forward into your mouth much deeper than previously. You don’t even splutter or gag slightly as the motorised cock contacts the back of your throat, well-practiced at fellating these machines. For the next couple of hours, you continue on practicing your deep-throating ability, enjoying the feel of the rubber cock down your throat. Alice even thanks you a couple of times for, <span class="neutral">"making her feel good"</span>, though you’re not sure if she can feel anything or if praising you was just part of her programming.<<set $timesSuckedDick += 10>><span class="neutral">"Expert oral sex practice selected, please proceed to machine number <<set $random = random(1,100)>>$random"</span>, the AI continues after a moment pause. Your training orders received, you head across to the directed machine, observing it’s a set of motorised dildo, with a kneeling pad on the floor in the middle of them.
<span class="neutral">"Please kneel on the kneeling pad so that I can start the training procedure"</span>, intones the monotone voice of Alice, no longer catching you by surprise as it did the first time. <span class="neutral">"As you know my voice is being transmitted through the machines $firstName, I can see you through the cameras in the training devices. With me talking to you as I operate the machines, it is almost like I am your sexual partners, all of them. This may help relax you and aid in your training"</span>, continues the AI.
Alice’s directions complete, you kneel down on the pad, ready to undertake the training you’ve paid for. The pad is soft beneath you, sinking slightly as your weight indents it. <span class="neutral">"Align yourself with the central dildo and open your mouth in preparation for oral penetration"</span>, continues your AI teacher. Following the AI’s guidance, you open your mouth, ready to practice your cock sucking. The mostly looking forward to when the other rubber cocks start.
The central dildo slowly makes its way forwards, entering your mouth but not pushing too far back, before making its languid retreat, leaving only the rubbery taste on your tongue. For a while this is repeated, the dildo increasing in speed slowly, trying to push slightly deeper, but never pushing too hard or too fast for you to cope with. <span class="neutral">"This is a good start $firstName. You are doing a skilled job. Training increase initiated"</span>, states your AI companion, you’re almost sure you heard a note of glee in her monotone voice, or maybe you’re projecting your own feelings on her.
Almost immediately the dildo picks up in speed, pressing forward into your mouth much deeper than previously. You splutter and gag slightly as the motorised cock makes contact with the back of your throat, causing you to gag only slightly, aided greatly from your previous training. That’s when you hear the familiar whirring on either side of you and you heart jumps with glee. Looking out of the corner of your eye you can see that the dildos to your left and right have already activated. <span class="neutral">"You need to try to pleasure all three of the machines. When your mouth is busy you should use your hands on the other two"</span>, directs Alice, helpfully. Not needing the advice, you search with your hands for the other two dildos as you suck down the central one, grasping for the rubber cocks somewhat blindly. Your hands slide along the imitation dicks as you slowly masturbate them whilst still concentrating on the dildo jackhammering down your throat. A somewhat distant voice chimes, <span class="neutral">"change dildo"</span>, the words just about penetrating your cock sucking world. You wrench your head back, causing you to leave a long trail of spit from your mouth to your previous target, however, you care little for the embarrassing mess you’re causing, looking only for the next rubber dildo for you to sink your throat down on.
For the next couple of hours, you continue trying to perfect your deep-throating and multi-tasking ability, making progress under the steady encouragement of Alice. She even thanks you a couple of times for, <span class="neutral">"being such a proficient face pussy"</span>, though you’re not sure if she can feel anything or if praising you was just part of her programming. Catching a look at yourself in a mirror as you get up from the device, you can see your puffy, tear and spit streaked face. You blush heavily as you think about all the people who’ve just seen the evidence of what an oral slut you are, the shame of it all bringing a sharp burst of arousal to you, in turn only increasing your shame.<<set $exhibitionismSkill += 1>><span class="female">"Great, so you're completely new to this?"</span>, the woman asks rhetorically, seemingly completely at ease being naked in a well-traveled public environment. Her chestnut hair hangs long and straight, though it's all swept behind her, leaving nothing to block your view of her DD Cup breasts, topped with puffy nipples. <span class="female">"That makes this even simpler. I'm Ashley, and I'm here to help you stop worrying about what people think about you. By the time you're done with my tutelage you'll be so comfortable just being you that even walking around naked in public won't cause you any issue. You might even find you like it"</span>, she finishes with a wink.
Continuing she adds, <span class="female">"First step to getting more comfortable being you is trying out new things, so for our first session we're just going to try on a few new outfits and see what you like"</span>, you nod, waiting expectantly as you wonder where you're going to be trying on new outfits. Maybe Ashley will take you to the shopping hub and have a sort of shopping date with you, you wonder. You notice, however, that Ashley hasn't moved at all, looking at you with a wide grin on her face. <span class="female">"Well go on then, open up the trunk and check out some of the clothes I've brought, I'm sure there's something that you'll like"</span>, she directs, the grin never leaving her face.
Moving forward, you lift back the lid of the chest, seeing the tiny offerings within, with a gasp. You grow nervous, worried about how embarrassing this is going to be. The clothes are all so revealing, tiny bikinis, fishnet body stockings, skirts and tops you at first mistake for belts. Routing around, you eventually find the least skimpy outfit you can find, an airy, if flimsy, summer dress you'd estimate would at best come down to your mid-thigh. Picking it out, you look up at Ashley expectantly, hoping she'll point out where you need to change. Sadly, your hope is short-lived she just points in front of her, the grin still painted on her face.
Deciding to deal with this like ripping off a band aid, as quickly as possible, you pull off your clothes rapidly, leaving your $currentClothing in a pile at your feet. With haste spurred on through sheer embracement you deftly re-clothe yourself in the revealing summer dress. Your face feels hot and you'd guess is likely beet-red in colour if how you're feeling is any indicator. You hear a whistle from one of the balconies, as you nervously look up at Ashley, awaiting her response. With the grin still on her face she begins clapping, before making a little turning motion with one hand, indicating for you to twirl around so she can see the whole outfit. Obligingly you concede to the request, hoping to end this as soon as possible so you can finally get over the embarrassment. Oddly enough though, you're starting to feel something else other than embarrassment, your nipples on your <<if $breastSize != 0>><<checkBreast>> sized tits<<else>>chest<</if>> standing erect and sensitive, visible obviously through the thin, slightly translucent material of the dress.
Walking over to you, Ashley gives one of your nipples a small flick, provoking a muffled cry from you, somewhere between pain and pleasure. <span class="female">"See, your body loves it, it's just that you don't know what you want yet. Still, it's a good start even if you did pick one of the more boring outfits. Plenty of time to try the others though"</span>, she says, <span class="female">"We'll be here for hours"</span>. You're about to protest against the idea of being out here like this for so long, but you're cut short by the word, <span class="female">"Slut!"</span>, in a hard, feminine voice. You spin around to see the back of a suit-clad woman walking away from you. As you turn back to Ashley, you hear a click and she holds up her hand, revealing a small device in her palm with a single button and the number "001" displayed on the front. <span class="female">"We'll be here until one hundred people have reacted to, or shown interest in, the way you dress. So, no, we don't have to stay here for hours if you don't want to, you just have to learn to catch people's attention and you can leave"</span>, she says. Her grin grows even wider, maybe even, you'd say, predatory in nature. With a smack across your ass, she gestures for you to return to the chest to select your next outfit.
This continues for a couple of hours during which time you endure countless catcalls and whistles as well as number of nicer compliments. Every time you hear the click as Ashley increases the count. At first you dread having people look and stare at you, but as time goes by your arousal overcomes your embarrassment and you start to just want to get it over with so you can relieve it. Ashley seems to sense the change come over you and she starts to ask whether you think some particular guy is going to catcall you, making you hope you'll be one step closer to finishing the training. The whole time she teases you, playing with your nipples, stroking your exposed skin, whispering compliments to you, but never letting you seek release from your arousal.
As you get ready to leave Ashley stops you, <span class="female">"Before I forget, now you've had a bit of training I recommend you check out the shop again and maybe add some new clothes to your wardrobe. Also, I'll vouch for you with the facility if you want to have some more fun exposing yourself and make some money, no judging, just offering to help you out"</span>, she finishes, her hands in the air as if to indicate that she's not trying anything funny. Of course, this also gives you a clear view of her beautiful naked body.
Extremely embarrassed and <<set $exhibitionismSkill += 1>><<addToUnderwear "Naked">><span class="female">"So you're back for more?"</span>, asks Ashley rhetorically, a large grin on her face, <span class="female">"You know this means you can't complain anymore, now that you've come back you're practically begging for me to strip you down and let everyone have a look. But I guess I can play nice, today we'll just work on getting you comfortable being topless. Check out what you're wearing today"</span>, she finishes, holding out a thin white skirt, you'd estimate would go down to your mid thighs.
Gingerly taking the skirt from her you gulp as you know what comes next. Seeing no alternative, remembering that she is right, you did choose to come back here, you begin to strip off your $currentClothing in the middle of the public plaza. Heat starts spreading to your face again, as you blush heavily at your exposure. At the same time, you start to feel an entirely separate heat, as your arousal starts to build in unison with your embarrassment. Maybe training yourself to be turned on by public humiliation isn't the best choice, but for now you have greater concerns. Now dressed in the almost see through white skirt, you turn back to Ashley, waiting for her next direction, whilst also noticing your nipples on your <<if $breastSize != 0>><<checkBreast>> sized tits<<else>>chest<</if>> standing erect and sensitive, for all the world to see. Up on one of the higher balconies a small group start clapping and whistling at you, making your shame only grow larger at what you're putting yourself through.
Ashley grins in that predatory style you're growing all too familiar with, before she continues, <span class="female">"Today is simple, all you need to do is go up to people and ask them what they think of the facility"</span>, bending over the back of the trunk she picks up a stack of leaflets that she proceeds to hand to you. <span class="female">"Then hand them one of these leaflets about the facility, it's really easy so even you shouldn't have a problem"</span>, punctuating her statement with a smack on your ass, an easy target with your hands full of leaflets.
Deciding to try and get it over with as soon as possible you start to approach random passers-by doing as instructed by Ashley. Whilst the whole situation is certainly embarrassing and you receive more boob gropes from the people you're approaching than you'd like, you do start to see the wisdom of this task, your mind is so occupied with handing out the pamphlets you almost begin to forget you're topless at all. This continues for a couple of hours during which time you endure countless catcalls and whistles as well as number of nicer compliments. Every now and then Ashley approaches you, only to then tease you, playing with your nipples, stroking your exposed skin, whispering compliments to you, but never letting you seek release from your arousal.
With all the leaflets handed out you go to get ready to leave, embarrassed and way too horny. As you get ready to leave Ashley stops you, <span class="female">"You did a good job, feel free to go whenever you want to. Also, before I forget, now you've had a bit of training I recommend you check out the shop again and maybe add some new clothes to your wardrobe, you'll probably find some more options you're comfortable with. On top of that, you'll probably be comfortable walking around without underwear on, by choice I mean"</span>.
Suitably embarrassed and <<set $exhibitionismSkill += 1>><<addToWardrobe "Naked">><span class="female">"So you're back for even more? I thought you'd be frightened off after last time"</span>, asks Ashley rhetorically, a large grin on her face, <span class="female">"You know this means you secretly love this, now that you've come back multiple times you're practically begging for me to strip you down and let everyone have a look. Well today is your lucky day, because in a few minutes you're going to be nude and I'm going to be painting that hot body of yours with some body paint I've got over here"</span>, she finishes, indicating towards a collection of brightly coloured bottles and a small spray brush, <span class="female">"Isn't this awesome, you're not only going to be naked in public, you're going to be art. Everyone will be looking at you"</span>.
Your face heats up with shame, everyone will be looking at you, the naked center of attention. The mere thought of being that exposed arouses you, causing you to notice your nipples on your <<if $breastSize != 0>><<checkBreast>> sized tits<<else>>chest<</if>> standing erect and sensitive. You strip quickly, looking morbidly forward to what Ashley has in store for you, leaving your $currentClothing in a heap on the floor.
<span class="female">"Someone’s eager today"</span>, grins Ashley as she takes the opportunity to tweak one of your nipples, causing a pained moan to be pulled from your lips, <span class="female">"Perfect"</span>. Bending down, facing away from you she begins to get the spray brush ready, her ass sashaying from side to side seductively as she brazenly puts on a show for you. A number of onlookers stop and clap or whistle, a few even shouting lewd compliments at the both of you, standing naked and on show in the middle of the plaza.
With no warning Ashley starts to spray you with the slightly cold paint, covering your sensitive naked skin with a thin layer of brightly coloured paint, paying greater attention to anywhere she sees gets a reaction from you. Before long, everything below your neck is painted in brightly coloured swirls of colour. It's pretty, Ashley has certainly put a lot of work into her artistry, emphasising your natural beauty and making you an eye-catching focus of attention. As she works, people walk up to both of you, openly ogling and offering compliments, most of which are surprisingly sweet, commenting on the beautiful artwork and model, rather than lewd comments about wanting to fuck you.
<span class="female">"You look amazing"</span>, smiles Ashley, her grin less predatory than you're used to. <span class="female">"I'm so glad you let me do this, being naked suits you well. You really are a gift and as you know it's important not to keep your gifts hidden. We're done here, but feel free to keep the body art if you like, it seems a waste to clean it off so soon"</span>.
Deciding to follow her advice and get dressed later, you pick up your clothes, your body hot with arousal from the meticulous painting of Ashley. As you get ready to leave Ashley stops you, <span class="female">"Before I forget, now you've had a bit of training I bet you're ready to walk around nude, you know, if you want to"</span>.
Noticeably less embarrassed than you feel you should be and <span class="female">"Let’s get back to basics, today we're just going to try on a few new outfits and see what you like"</span>, you nod smiling expectantly as you know exactly where you’re going to be trying the new outfits on. <span class="female">"Well go on then, open up the trunk and check out some of the clothes I've brought, I'm sure there's something that you'll like"</span>, she directs, the grin never leaving her face.
Moving forward, you lift back the lid of the chest, seeing the tiny offerings within, with a gasp of glee. You grow hot, less worried about how embarrassing this is going to be, instead only looking forward to showing off the outfits within to a public audience. The clothes are all so revealing, tiny bikinis, fishnet body stockings, skirts and tops you at first mistake for belts. Routing around, you eventually find the skimpiest outfit you can find, an entirely see through bikini. Picking it out, you look up at Ashley expectantly, hoping she'll give her approval, gladly your hope is well founded as, the grin still painted on her face she, nods vehemently at your choice.
Deciding to you want to try on the new outfit as quickly as possible, you <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" || $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>pull off your clothes rapidly, leaving them in a pile at your feet<<else>>think about how great a decision it was to come here nude<</if>>. With haste spurred on through sheer excitement you deftly re-clothe yourself in the revealing bikini set. Your face feels hot from a slight embarrassment, but the lust you’re feeling quickly overrides any sense of propriety. You hear a whistle from one of the balconies, as you happily look up at Ashley, awaiting her response. With the grin still on her face she begins clapping, before making a little turning motion with one hand, indicating for you to twirl around so she can see the whole outfit. Obligingly you concede to the request hoping to show off your outfit as much as possible, so you can try on more new outfits, or maybe you’re trying to impress Ashley. The nipples on your <<if $breastSize != 0>><<checkBreast>> sized tits<<else>>chest<</if>> standing erect and sensitive, visible obviously through the thin, see through material of the bikini.
Walking over to you, Ashley gives one of your nipples a small flick, provoking a muffled cry from you, somewhere between pain and pleasure. <span class="female">"You look amazing, I couldn’t look any better in it myself"</span>, she says, her grin even wider, maybe even, you'd say, predatory in nature. With a smack across your ass, she gestures for you to return to the chest to select your next outfit.
This continues for a couple of hours during which time you endure countless catcalls and whistles as well as number of nicer compliments. The whole time Ashley teases you, playing with your nipples, stroking your exposed skin, whispering compliments to you, but never letting you seek release from your arousal.
Noticing how not embarrassed at all you are, however much you should be, and <span class="female">"Let’s see how you manage with some more topless practice?" asks Ashley rhetorically, a large grin on her face "Unless you’d like to try going fully naked again today?"</span>, she finishes, holding out a thin white skirt, you'd estimate would go down to your mid thighs.
Shaking your head you decline taking the skirt from her, anticipating what you know comes next. Eager to get started you <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" || $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>pull off your clothes rapidly, leaving them in a pile at your feet<<else>>think about how great a decision it was to come here nude<</if>>. Heat starts spreading to your face again, as you blush heavily at your exposure. At the same time, you start to feel an entirely separate heat, as your arousal starts to build in unison with your embarrassment, quickly surpassing it. Maybe training yourself to be turned on by public humiliation wasn't the best choice, but these days you wouldn’t have it any other way. Now dressed in absolutely nothing, you turn back to Ashley, waiting for her next direction, whilst also noticing your nipples on your <<if $breastSize != 0>><<checkBreast>> sized tits<<else>>chest<</if>> standing erect and sensitive, for all the world to see. Up on one of the higher balconies a small group start clapping and whistling at you, making your excitement only grow larger at what you're putting yourself through.
Ashley grins in that predatory style you're growing all too familiar with, before she continues, <span class="female">"Today is simple, all you need to do is go up to people and ask them what they think of the facility"</span>, bending over the back of the trunk she picks up a stack of leaflets that she proceeds to hand to you. <span class="female">"Then hand them one of these leaflets about the facility, it's really easy so even you shouldn't have a problem"</span>, punctuating her statement with a smack on your ass, an easy target with your hands full of leaflets.
Deciding to try and get as much attention as possible you start to approach random passers-by doing as instructed by Ashley, strutting over to them seductively, occasionally pretending to drop a leaflet so you can lewdly bend over and pick it up. Whilst the whole situation is certainly a little embarrassing, you receive lots of attention and gropes from the people you're approaching, something that you deeply enjoy. As you work, you do start to see the wisdom of this task, Ashley has given you an awesome excuse to flaunt your naked body at people. This continues for a couple of hours during which time you endure countless catcalls and whistles as well as number of nicer compliments. Every now and then Ashley approaches you, only to then tease you, playing with your nipples, stroking your exposed skin, whispering compliments to you, but never letting you seek release from your arousal.
With all the leaflets handed out you go to get ready to leave, way too horny and looking forward to relieving that. Noticing how not embarrassed at all you are, however much you should be, and <span class="female">"So you're back for even more? Well I want to try out body painting on you again, what do you think of that?"</span>, asks Ashley rhetorically, a large grin on her face, <span class="female">"You know love it, in a few minutes you're going to be nude and I'm going to be painting that hot body of yours with some body paint I've got over here"</span>, she finishes, indicating towards a collection of brightly coloured bottles and a small spray brush, <span class="female">"Isn't this awesome, you're not only going to be naked in public, you're going to be art. Everyone will be looking at you"</span>.
Your body heats up with lust, everyone will be looking at you, the naked center of attention, it’s a dream come true, once more. The mere thought of being that exposed again arouses you, causing you to notice your nipples on your <<if $breastSize != 0>><<checkBreast>> sized tits<<else>>chest<</if>> standing erect and sensitive. Eager to get started, excitedly looking forward to what Ashley has in store for you, <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" || $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you pull off your clothes rapidly, leaving them in a pile at your feet<<else>>you think about how great a decision it was to come here nude<</if>>.
<span class="female">"Someone’s eager today"</span>, grins Ashley as she takes the opportunity to tweak one of your nipples, causing a pained moan to be pulled from your lips, <span class="female">"Perfect"</span>. Bending down, facing away from you she begins to get the spray brush ready, her ass sashaying from side to side seductively as she brazenly puts on a show for you. A number of onlookers stop and clap or whistle, a few even shouting lewd compliments at the both of you, standing naked and on show in the middle of the plaza.
With no warning Ashley starts to spray you with the slightly cold paint, covering your sensitive naked skin with a thin layer of brightly coloured paint, paying greater attention to anywhere she sees gets a reaction from you. Before long, everything below your neck is painted in brightly coloured swirls of colour. It's pretty, Ashley has certainly put a lot of work into her artistry, emphasising your natural beauty and making you an eye-catching focus of attention. As she works, people walk up to both of you, openly ogling and offering compliments, most of which are surprisingly sweet, commenting on the beautiful artwork and model, rather than lewd comments about wanting to fuck you.
<span class="female">"You look amazing as always"</span>, smiles Ashley, her grin less predatory than you're used to. <span class="female">"I'm so glad you let me do this again, being naked suits you well. You really are a gift and as you know it's important not to keep your gifts hidden. We're done here, but feel free to keep the body art if you like, it seems a waste to clean it off so soon"</span>.
Deciding to follow her advice <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" || $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>and get dressed later, you pick up your clothes<<else>>and remain nude for a while so you can show off her art a little longer<</if>>, your body hot with arousal from the meticulous painting of Ashley. Noticing how not embarrassed at all you are, however much you should be, and <<set $diaperSkill += 1>><<set $ggp += 1000>><<if $underwear.indexOf("Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper") == -1>><<addToUnderwear "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper">><</if>>You find yourself ushered into a stark white room, the only notable contents of the room being a large changing table and an oversized highchair, that type one might expect to see a baby in, except its metal and bolted to the floor. The barren and clinical feel of this room strike you as odd after the colourful, playful nature of the previous rooms you’ve seen in this nursery. Putting her 'diaper supplies' bag on a side table, the older woman turns to talk to you.
<span class="female">"Hello dear, <<if $abdlTrainerFirstVisit>>as you already know <</if>>I’m your Aunt Mildred. Whenever one of your precious cuties volunteer for this section of the program you find yourself assigned a carer to help you adjust<<if $abdlTrainerFirstVisit>>, but thankfully you've already got me<</if>>. What’s going to happen next is I’m going to check you over and make sure you’ve got a nice comfy diaper on, if you don’t have one then I’ll give you one to help get you started. Don’t worry, they’re reusable and extremely adorable. After that you’re going to be a good <<if $vagina>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>>, and you’re going to jump up into that high chair for me, and have your bottle"</span>, coos the huge breasted woman soothingly. <span class="female">"I know you’re going to be well behaved, but I should warn you up front, if you cause trouble in here for me today I’ll be forced to call security to take you away. You did sign an agreement that you’d comply with your diaper training, and good <<if $vagina>>girls<<else>>boys<</if>> don’t break promises"</span>.
Chastised by her comments, any thoughts about trying to get out of this situation falter. Taking advantage of the moment she <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>starts to help you remove your $currentClothing, leaving you naked <<else>>spots that you're already naked so don't need to get undressed, making her job a little easier<</if>>. Checking for whether you’re wearing a diaper or not she finds <<if $currentUnderwear != "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">>that you are not. Tutting, she quickly helps you up onto the changing table so that she can put you in a plain white diaper. As she rapidly changes you, adding baby powder and a quick wipe, she calmly explains to you that it’s okay, you’ve got a diaper now and she expects to you to be a good <<if $vagina>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> and keep wearing it.<<set $currentUnderwear = "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper">><<else>>that you are. Smiling she pulls you into an excessively breast-ey hug, her cleavage almost smothering you a little. She calmly explains as she embraces you that you’re such a good <<if $vagina>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> for coming with your $currentUnderwear already on, and that she expects you to keep wearing your diapers<</if>>
Now fully diapered, she escorts you over to the imposing metal high chair, giving you a boost up into the elevated seat. Gently pulling your arms to each side, she fastens your wrists in place, binding you to the chair. Next, she moves down a large metal tray, further limiting your movement and completing the image of you naked but for your diaper, sitting in an oversized babies high chair. Moving over to her bag, she comes back momentarily with a baby’s bottle in hand, its contents an odd dark orange sludge.
<span class="female">"Don’t worry you little cutie, it’s not anything bad. Your Aunt Mildred is just going to feed you this tasty bottle of special liquid food just for you. To my understanding the others like you can’t get enough of it, they’re always asking for more. All you need to do dear is finish the bottle and I’ll let you be on your way"</span>, she calmly explains as she stands next to you bottle in hand.
Not seeing many alternatives bound as you are, you nod your agreement. As the bottle comes towards you, a faint smell drifts your way, a bit eggy and overall not very pleasant. Pressing the nub of the bottle between your lips the first drop of the strange orange substance hits your tongue. Your first thoughts are to how odd the texture is, lumpy water springs to mind as the best description you can muster. That is however, minor in comparison to the foul taste of whatever it is, a weird mixture of maybe carrots, prunes, possibly some tomato, overall, it’s hard to tell in the odd blend. Unable to spit it out around the intruding bottle, and without the ability to get the bottle out of your face you have little option but to start to drain its contents. A grimace plastered across your face at the horrid taste your being forced to experience. Meanwhile, your carer looks on smiling, offering quiet words of encouragement.
<span class="female">"I know it tastes a little weird at first, but you’re being so good. Soon it’ll taste much better, and what makes this all even better is the special surprise inside. Now that you’ve got a bunch of tiny little helpers in your body, they will not only make it taste so very nice, but also help you feel even more like a diaper loving little. You’ll probably have regular toilet accidents, but don’t worry too much, diapers are meant to be used, and they’ll make you feel so very good"</span>, she explains between coos as you’re almost finished with the bottle. Worry immediately strikes you at the reveal, talk of losing control of your bodily functions making you feel much smaller, and oddly aroused all of a sudden. That’s also when you start to notice how nice the rest of the bottles contents taste, it’s still odd and lumpy, it still tastes bad by any traditional way you’d rate food, but it just feels so good to eat it. You flit between feelings of disgust and happiness as the last of it slides down your throat.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/HighChairFeeding1.png]]</div>
Letting you out of the restraints, Aunt Mildred pats you on the back, provoking a small burp from you. The motion of getting out of the high chair causing a heavy liquid sloshing sound, accompanied by a slightly distressing gurgle. You’re going to need to use your diaper soon and you know it. With one last enveloping hug, your carer tells you that you’re training session is now over, but that you might need to come see her at some point, diapers don’t change themselves she adds. She finishes by adding that she <<if $abdlTrainerFirstVisit>>will now be stepping up her previous visits as you've shown her just how much help you need, though she warns you not to let your diaper get too unclean either of she'll have to punish you<<else>>might see you around and help you, but that you should make sure not to get too messy or she’ll have to punish you<</if>>.<<if $currentUnderwear != "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">><<set $currentUnderwear = "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper">><</if>><<set $diaperWetCounter = 0>><<set $diaperMessCounter = 0>><<set $diaperSkill += 1>><<set $ggp += 1000>>You find yourself once again ushered into the stark white changing room. The main notable contents of the room remain as last time its large changing table and the oversized highchair, both of which you’d experienced on your previous visit. The barren and clinical feel of this room still strike you as odd after the colourful, playful nature of the previous rooms you’ve seen in this nursery. However, Aunt Mildred flips a switch next to the door, causing the room to become slightly more inviting. A colourful trim now lines the walls, with images of cartoon characters scattered across much of the whitespace. The resulting changes within the room make it feel just a little less imposing, though it does nothing towards making the steel restraining high chair appear anything other than menacing. Putting her 'diaper supplies' bag on a side table, your ‘carer’ turns to talk to you.
<span class="female">"Hello dear, welcome back. It seems you couldn’t get enough after your last visit, so like the good <<if $vagina>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> you are, you came back for another feeding. This time I have a tasty bowl of special food just for you. Though before that I want to change your diaper, it’s always a good time to sort out your diapers"</span>, coos the huge breasted woman soothingly.
At the very mention of food your stomach rumbles. Memories of the tasty bottle you had on your previous visit fill your mind, so much so that you catch yourself drooling at the thought of having more, however disgusting it originally tasted. Taking advantage of the moment she <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>starts to help you remove your $currentClothing, leaving you naked <<else>>spots that you're already naked so don't need to get undressed, making her job a little easier<</if>>. Checking for whether you’re wearing a diaper or not she finds <<if $currentUnderwear != "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">>that you are not. Tutting, she quickly helps you up onto the changing table so that she can put you in a plain white diaper. As she rapidly changes you, adding baby powder and a quick wipe, she calmly explains to you that it’s okay, you’ve got a diaper now and she expects to you to be a good <<if $vagina>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> and keep wearing it.<<set $currentUnderwear = "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper">><<else>>that you are. Smiling she pulls you into an excessively breast-ey hug, her cleavage almost smothering you a little. She calmly explains as she embraces you that you’re such a good <<if $vagina>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> for coming with your $currentUnderwear already on, and that she expects you to keep wearing your diapers, though for now she needs to give you a quick change. Smiling, she quickly helps you up onto the changing table so that she can put you in a new $currentUnderwear. As she rapidly changes you, adding baby powder and a quick wipe, she comments on how <<if ($diaperWettingPlay && $diaperMessCounter >0) || ($diaperMessingPlay && $diaperWetCounter >0)>>clean your previous diaper was, pointing out how proud she is that you’ve been wearing it and getting regular changes<<else>>stinky your diaper is, and that she’s glad she got the opportunity to keep her good <<if $vagina>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> clean<</if>>.<</if>>
Now freshly diapered, she escorts you over to the imposing metal high chair, helping you up tenderly into the elevated seat. Gently pulling your arms to each side, she fastens your wrists in place, binding you to the chair. Next, she moves down a large metal tray, further limiting your movement and completing the image of you naked but for your diaper, sitting in an oversized babies high chair. Moving out of the room briefly, she comes back with a thick purple coloured bowl hand with a chunky plastic spoon stood up in it. Looking closer, you spot the odd dark orange sludge you previously encountered, its repugnant smell simultaneously making you gag and salivate.
<span class="female">"Here you go my little cutie. I have your bowl of nummies right here. Specially made just for you. It’s extra good for your sweet little tummy, should clean you out and make you all fresh inside. If you don’t put up too much of a fuss it might even still be warm"</span>, she explains to you in the tone of someone talking to a pet or small child, putting the bowl down in front of you as she speaks.
Looking down at the foul orange goo, spotting the horrid lumps within it that you remember so vividly, you look up at Aunt Mildred and ask, <span class="player">"What is it?"</span>. Dreading the answer.
<span class="female">"I’ll tell you some other time. Now it’s time for you to eat your din-dins sweetheart, and you’re not leaving until you finish every last scrap"</span>, she responds sternly, a heaped spoon of the mixture in hand, closing in on your mouth.
Not seeing many alternatives bound as you are, you open your mouth wide to give the spoon entry. Whatever resistance you have, overcome by the addictive want of the strange substance. Once again as it’s deposited on your tongue, your first thoughts are to how odd the texture is, lumpy water springs to mind as the best description you can muster. That is however, minor in comparison to the disgusting taste of whatever it is, a weird mixture of maybe carrots, prunes, possibly some tomato, overall, it’s hard to tell in the odd blend. You do notice however that it doesn’t taste, as bad as you remember, though it still is an unpleasant experience. Unwilling to spit it out and prolong your session, you have little option but to swallow it. A grimace plastered across your face at the horrid taste your being forced to experience. Meanwhile your carer looks on smiling, offering quiet words of encouragement as she scoops up another spoonful.
<span class="female">"You’re doing so good. At this rate, we’ll be done soon and then you can go and play, or maybe have a nice nap. Though you might not want to go too far, you’ll probably be making use of your diaper soon"</span>, she explains between coos as she continues feeding you. Every so often she spills spoonful’s over you clumsily, leaving your face and chest caked in messy splotches of your meal. It only takes a few spoons more before you notice the shift in taste. It’s still odd and lumpy, it still tastes bad by any traditional way you’d rate food, but it again beings to feel good to eat it. You flit between feelings of disgust and happiness as each new mouthful arrives.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/HighChairFeeding2.png]]</div>
Showing you the empty bowl with a wide smile, your carer then proceeds to wiping you down with a wet wipe, cleaning the dried food off of your face and chest. Though, not before taking a picture with a camera from her bag, telling you loudly how adorable you look.
Finally clean, she proceeds to letting you out of the restraints. Aunt Mildred pats you on the back, provoking a small burp from you. The motion of getting out of the high chair causing a heavy liquid sloshing sound, accompanied by a slightly distressing gurgle. You’re going to need to use your diaper soon and you know it. With one last enveloping hug, your carer tells you that you’re training session is now over, but that you might need to come see her at some point, diapers don’t change themselves she adds. She finishes by adding that she might see you around and help you, but that you should make sure not to get too messy or she’ll have to punish you.<<if $currentUnderwear != "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">><<set $currentUnderwear = "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper">><</if>><<set $diaperWetCounter = 0>><<set $diaperMessCounter = 0>><<set $diaperSkill += 1>><<set $ggp += 1000>>You find yourself once again ushered into the stark white changing room. The main notable contents of the room remain as last time its large changing table and the oversized highchair, both of which you’d experienced on your previous visit. The barren and clinical feel of this room still strike you as odd after the colourful, playful nature of the previous rooms you’ve seen in this nursery. However, like last time, Aunt Mildred flips a switch next to the door, causing the room to once again become slightly more inviting. A colourful trim now lines the walls, with images of cartoon characters scattered across much of the whitespace. The resulting changes within the room make it feel just a little less imposing, even the steel restraining high chair feels less threatening than previously, though maybe that’s just your rumbling belly speaking. Putting her 'diaper supplies' bag on a side table, your ‘carer’ turns to talk to you.
<span class="female">"Hello dear, by the end of this session I think you’ll be fully diaper trained. Isn’t that amazing how well you’re doing. Seeing how much you liked you num-nums last time, I’ve decided to give you a special treat. A nice reward for being such a good <<if $vagina>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>>. But first I need to sort out your diaper situation, it’s always a good time for a diaper change"</span>, coos the huge breasted woman soothingly.
At the thought of a special reward, you momentarily worry that it might not be the strangely addictive slop, your stomach gurgling sympathetically. Memories of the tasty goo you had on your previous visits fills your mind, so much so that you have to wipe away a trail of drool. You want more, however disgusting it originally tasted. Taking advantage of the moment she <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>starts to help you remove your $currentClothing, leaving you naked <<else>>spots that you're already naked so don't need to get undressed, making her job a little easier<</if>>. Checking for whether you’re wearing a diaper or not she finds <<if $currentUnderwear != "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">>that you are not. Tutting, she quickly helps you up onto the changing table so that she can put you in a plain white diaper. As she rapidly changes you, adding baby powder and a quick wipe, she calmly explains to you that it’s okay, you’ve got a diaper now and she expects to you to be a good <<if $vagina>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> and keep wearing it.<<set $currentUnderwear = "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper">><<else>>that you are. Smiling she pulls you into an excessively breast-ey hug, her cleavage almost smothering you a little. She calmly explains as she embraces you that you’re such a good <<if $vagina>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> for coming with your $currentUnderwear already on, and that she expects you to keep wearing your diapers, though for now she needs to give you a quick change. Smiling, she quickly helps you up onto the changing table so that she can put you in a new $currentUnderwear. As she rapidly changes you, adding baby powder and a quick wipe, she comments on how <<if ($diaperWettingPlay && $diaperMessCounter >0) || ($diaperMessingPlay && $diaperWetCounter >0)>>clean your previous diaper was, pointing out how proud she is that you’ve been wearing it and getting regular changes<<else>>stinky your diaper is, and that she’s glad she got the opportunity to keep her good <<if $vagina>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> clean<</if>>.<</if>>
Now freshly diapered, she escorts you over to the imposing metal high chair, helping you up tenderly into the elevated seat. Gently pulling your arms to each side, she fastens your wrists in place, binding you to the chair. Next, she moves down a large metal tray, further limiting your movement and completing the image of you naked but for your diaper, sitting in an oversized babies high chair. You can’t spot anything else, no bottles or bowls. So, you have little choice but to sit patiently, waiting for your promised surprise. Surprise really is an understatement as the huge breasted, older woman begins removing her blouse, showing you her clearly her massive boobs. Her excessive nipples coated in something … orange?
<span class="female">"Surprise my little sweetheart, I’m going to give you a tasty meal, still warm and fresh. You asked before what you were eating … drinking, well both really. It’s a little complicated so I won’t upset you with the details but all you need to know is that I make it myself. Some very nice men helped me make special tasty food for special girls and boys like you. Me and the other Aunts make lots of it, apparently it’s a major export of the facility, isn’t that exciting"</span>, she explains to you in the tone of someone talking to a pet or small child, moving closer to you as she speaks.
Looking at her massive mammaries, spotting the dried remnants of the sludge, you can’t help but lick your <<checkLips>> lips hungrily. Shocked but hungry, you try and speak your thoughts, but find yourself unable to properly answer, instead asking, <span class="player">"Why?"</span>.
<span class="female">"Because there are lots of special people like you, who need to learn about how lovely diapers are"</span>, she responds sternly, pressing her nipple into your mouth.
You can’t resist any longer, the substance is just too addictive. Mindlessly you find yourself suckling her breast to get yourself a fresh feed of the, no longer as mysterious as previously, substance. Once again as it’s deposited on your tongue, your first thoughts are to how odd the texture is, lumpy water springs to mind as the best description you can muster. That is however, where your previous comparisons to the sludge end. Instead, whilst it tastes like a weird mixture of maybe carrots, prunes, possibly some tomato, overall hard to tell in the odd blend. You immediately start to notice how nice it tastes warm, thoroughly enjoying the experience. Unwilling to waste any of your glorious bounty, you swallow it gleefully. A serene look plastered across your face at the wonderful taste your being forced to experience. Meanwhile your carer looks on smiling, offering quiet words of encouragement as she holds your head to her breast.
<span class="female">"You’re doing so good. At this rate, I might have to change breasts soon. Though you might not want to go too far, you’ll probably be making use of your diaper soon"</span>, she explains between coos as she continues feeding you. Every so often in your rapid need for more of the substance, some of it spills clumsily out of your mouth, leaving your face and chest caked in messy splotches of your meal. Though you have little care for how silly you look, completely wrapped up in the suckling Aunt Midred’s teat to further fill your belly.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/HighChairFeeding3.png]]</div>
Finally, tired out from your feeding frenzy, your carer then proceeds to wiping you down with a wet wipe, cleaning the dried food off of your face and chest. Though, not before taking a picture with a camera from her bag, telling you loudly how adorable you look.
Now clean, she proceeds to let you out from the restraints. Aunt Mildred pats you on the back, provoking a small burp from you. The motion of getting out of the high chair causing a heavy liquid sloshing sound, accompanied by a slightly distressing gurgle. You’re going to need to use your diaper soon and you know it. With one last enveloping hug, your carer tells you that you’re training session is now over and that you’re now fully adjusted to her special ‘milk’. Though, she notes you’re still welcome to come and have some more whenever you want. And, that you might need to come see her at some point, diapers don’t change themselves she adds. She finishes by adding that she might see you around and help you, but that you should make sure not to get too messy or she’ll have to punish you.<<if $currentUnderwear != "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">><<set $currentUnderwear = "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper">><</if>><<set $diaperWetCounter = 0>><<set $diaperMessCounter = 0>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $diaperWetCountDown -= 3>><</if>><<if $diaperMessingPlay>><<set $diaperMessCountDown -= 2>><</if>><<set $ggp += 100>>You find yourself once again ushered into the stark white changing room. The main notable contents of the room remain as last time its large changing table and the oversized highchair, both of which you’d experienced on your previous visit. The barren and clinical feel of this room still strike you as odd after the colourful, playful nature of the previous rooms you’ve seen in this nursery. However, like previously, Aunt Mildred flips a switch next to the door, causing the room to once again become slightly more inviting. A colourful trim now lines the walls, with images of cartoon characters scattered across much of the whitespace. The resulting changes within the room make it feel just a little less imposing, even the steel restraining high chair feels less threatening than previously, though maybe that’s just your rumbling belly speaking. Putting her 'diaper supplies' bag on a side table, your ‘carer’ turns to talk to you.
<span class="female">"Hello dear, like any good boy or girl you like your num-nums. So, as a special treat for being such a good <<if $vagina>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>>, I’m going to let you have some more of it, extra fresh. But first I need to sort out your diaper situation, it’s always a good time for a diaper change"</span>, coos the huge breasted woman soothingly.
At the thought of a getting more of the fresh mixture you grin. Memories of the tasty goo you had on your previous visits fill your mind, so much so that you have to wipe away a trail of drool. You want more, however disgusting it originally tasted. Taking advantage of the moment she <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>starts to help you remove your $currentClothing, leaving you naked <<else>>spots that you're already naked so don't need to get undressed, making her job a little easier<</if>>. Checking for whether you’re wearing a diaper or not she finds <<if $currentUnderwear != "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">>that you are not. Tutting, she quickly helps you up onto the changing table so that she can put you in a plain white diaper. As she rapidly changes you, adding baby powder and a quick wipe, she calmly explains to you that it’s okay, you’ve got a diaper now and she expects to you to be a good <<if $vagina>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> and keep wearing it.<<set $currentUnderwear = "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper">><<else>>that you are. Smiling she pulls you into an excessively breast-ey hug, her cleavage almost smothering you a little. She calmly explains as she embraces you that you’re such a good <<if $vagina>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> for coming with your $currentUnderwear already on, and that she expects you to keep wearing your diapers, though for now she needs to give you a quick change. Smiling, she quickly helps you up onto the changing table so that she can put you in a new $currentUnderwear. As she rapidly changes you, adding baby powder and a quick wipe, she comments on how <<if ($diaperWettingPlay && $diaperMessCounter >0) || ($diaperMessingPlay && $diaperWetCounter >0)>>clean your previous diaper was, pointing out how proud she is that you’ve been wearing it and getting regular changes<<else>>stinky your diaper is, and that she’s glad she got the opportunity to keep her good <<if $vagina>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> clean<</if>>.<</if>>
Now freshly diapered, she escorts you over to the imposing metal high chair, helping you up tenderly into the elevated seat. Gently pulling your arms to each side, she fastens your wrists in place, binding you to the chair. Next, she moves down a large metal tray, further limiting your movement and completing the image of you naked but for your diaper, sitting in an oversized babies high chair. You watch, not at all surprised as the huge breasted, older woman begins removing her blouse, showing you her clearly her massive boobs. Her excessive nipples coated in remnants of the tasty substance.
<span class="female">"I won’t make you wait any longer my little sweetheart, I’m going to give you a tasty meal, still warm and fresh"</span>, she explains to you in the tone of someone talking to a pet or small child, moving closer to you as she speaks.
Looking at her massive mammaries, spotting the dried remnants of the sludge, you can’t help but lick your <<checkLips>> lips hungrily. You can’t resist any longer, the substance is just too addictive. Mindlessly you find yourself suckling her breast to get yourself a fresh feed of the, no longer mysterious, substance. Once again as it’s deposited on your tongue, your first thoughts are to how odd the texture is, lumpy water springs to mind as the best description you can muster. That is however, where your previous comparisons to the sludge end. Instead, whilst it tastes like a weird mixture of maybe carrots, prunes, possibly some tomato, overall hard to tell in the odd blend. You immediately start to notice how nice it tastes warm, thoroughly enjoying the experience. Unwilling to waste any of your glorious bounty, you swallow it gleefully. A serene look plastered across your face at the wonderful taste your being forced to experience. Meanwhile your carer looks on smiling, offering quiet words of encouragement as she holds your head to her breast.
<span class="female">"You’re doing so good. At this rate, I might have to change breasts soon. Though you might not want to go too far, you’ll probably be making use of your diaper soon"</span>, she explains between coos as she continues feeding you. Every so often in your rapid need for more of the substance, some of it spills clumsily out of your mouth, leaving your face and chest caked in messy splotches of your meal. Though you have little care for how silly you look, completely wrapped up in the suckling Aunt Midred’s teat to further fill your belly.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/HighChairFeeding3.png]]</div>
Finally, tired out from your feeding frenzy, your carer then proceeds to wiping you down with a wet wipe, cleaning the dried food off of your face and chest. Though, not before taking a picture with a camera from her bag, telling you loudly how adorable you look.
Now clean, she proceeds to let you out from the restraints. Aunt Mildred pats you on the back, provoking a small burp from you. The motion of getting out of the high chair causing a heavy liquid sloshing sound, accompanied by a slightly distressing gurgle. You’re going to need to use your diaper soon and you know it. With one last enveloping hug, your carer tells you that you’re still welcome to come and have some more whenever you want. And, that you might need to come see her at some point, diapers don’t change themselves she adds. She finishes by adding that she might see you around and help you, but that you should make sure not to get too messy or she’ll have to punish you.<<if $currentUnderwear != "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">><<set $currentUnderwear = "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper">><</if>><<set $diaperWetCounter = 0>><<set $diaperMessCounter = 0>><<set $bimboSkill += 1>><<set $ggp += 1000>>Heading inside, you see that, <span class="bimbo">"The Happy Room"</span>, is surprisingly sparse, containing only a single large comfy looking chair in the middle of it. The only thing that gives you pause, however, is that the chair is covered in restraints, obviously to keep you in place while they apply their 'training' to you. This doesn't bode well, you think to yourself. Trying to figure out what is going to happen, you note nothing else that stands out. The room is comprised of large grey tiles, covering floor, walls and ceiling. Overall, rather mundane for something with such an over the top name.
Still with your hand in hers, Britney starts maneuvering you over towards the large plush seat, spinning you around skilfully so that you're facing the right way to be sat in it. Then, all in one fluid movement, she pushes you back into the chair, snatching your drink from you in the process. Winded by the fall, you take a moment to recover, though thankfully the seat is incredibly comfortable. Before you have time to adjust yourself, the restraints spring to life, snatching at your wrists, ankles, your waist, even around your neck. The onslaught of movement is brief, a fight that you are doomed to lose due to the overwhelming number of restraints attacking you simultaneously. As you fight a losing battle, Britney watches on smiling, drinking your over the top pink drink.
Subdued, Britney walks in front of you <span class="bimbo">"So, like, sorry if I was a little rough, but that's what I get told to do with newbies. Like, I'll totally make it up with you later. I'm going to be here with you the whole time, and you'll see just how fun everything can be if you just stop worrying so much"</span>.
Not giving you any time to reply, she quickly shouts <span class="bimbo">"Happy Fun time!"</span>, causing the grey tiles of the room to start whirring. Bright light springs from all directions as the tiles come to life in a rapidly shifting rainbow of colours. You tense against your bonds, rubbing against the soft plush materials of the chair. Music starts to play, quiet but audible. Fun upbeat pop music, the sort you just can't help but want to dance to. You hear the sound of slurping and giggling to one side, Britney seemingly good on her word of staying here with you.
Everything just feels so ... nice.
<span class="bimbo">"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself $firstName. We deserve to be happy. Everything is too stressful if you spend your time worrying, you'll just end up sad and ill"</span>, a faint voice whispers to you. You crane your neck as much as you can, but are limited greatly by the restraints not able to locate its source.
<span class="player">"What's going on"</span>, you sluggishly ask to no one in particular, hoping the voice or maybe Britney will respond and help you understand what's going on.
The tiles in front of you start shifting between shades of pink, if you squint a little it almost looks like a mouth, you think as the mysterious voice replies, <span class="bimbo">"Nothing you need to worry about. That's the whole point, I'm here to take care of us. In a moment, we'll be together all the time, like best friends, just closer. Sadly, you won't be able to hear me often, maybe not at all outside of places like this. But, I'll be trying my best to look after you and make your life as happy as it can be"</span>
<span class="player">"What's your name"</span>, you ask, your brain feeling foggy, like you were only half awake.
<span class="bimbo">"I'm Britney, though everyone who knows about me calls me B so it's not as confusing for people. I'm sorry but I can't talk to you much more, stage 2 is about to begin"</span>, the whisper finishes, quieter than it was previously.
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The tiles in front of you begin to change, no longer block colours, instead images. Pictures of pink clothes, cute animals, lots of shoes. So many mundane things, rapidly flashed in front of you, your only company the gasping and giggling Britney by your side. Then the images start to get sexier. Photos straight out of porn shots, blow jobs, cream pies, anal. All throughout, videos of big breasted, thick lipped women giggle and dance, their large breasts bouncing hypnotically before you. Your <<if $penis>>dick is fully erect<<else>>vagina is hot and moist<</if>>, filled with need to be played with.
<span class="bimbo">"All Done!"</span>, Britney calls, bringing the whole thing to an abrupt end. Your restraints completely coming undone, freeing you. <span class="bimbo">"See, like I told you it'd be fun. Plus, it only gets more fun the more you come here, so you should totally come back some more"</span>.
Holding your head in your hands, everything feels a bit woozy and fluffy still. Wanting to know more about what just happened you ask, <span class="bimbo">"Like, what just happened"</span>. Surprising yourself with your new bimbo-ish tone.
<span class="bimbo">"Like, it's super complicated, but basically, your brain now has a little helper in it, who'll like push you into doing fun things every now and then. You can't really hear her, and she can't do anything you don't want to to you, but she's there like advising your brain on the inside. She's super smart and nice too. The only problem is that she kind of needs some of the space, so you'll probably feel a little funny before you get used to it. Don't worry, she's like not mean at all"</span>, offers the lab coat wearing bimbo.
Not sure what else to say, and with a nagging feeling that it's just not worth causing a fuss over it, you find yourself escorted out of <span class="bimbo">"The Happy Room"</span>. For a moment, you feel nervous about this new development, but those thoughts are quickly pushed away by a reassuring warmth, almost like someone was giving you a loving hug. <<set $bimboSkill += 1>><<set $ggp += 1000>>Heading inside, you once again see the sparsely furnished interior of, <span class="bimbo">"The Happy Room"</span>. It still contains only a single large comfy looking chair in the middle of it. The chair is still covered in restraints, as you know from your previous experience, to keep you in place while they apply their 'training' to you. Not that they really need to restrain you, you think to yourself, remembering how enjoyable your last visit was. Trying to figure out what is going to happen this time, you note nothing else that stands out. The room is comprised of large grey tiles, covering floor, walls and ceiling. A small voice in the back of your mind jumps with glee over how pretty they’ll look when active.
Still with your hand in hers, Britney starts maneuvering you over towards the large plush seat, slowly spinning you around so that you're facing the right way to be sat in it. Next, taking you drink from you in one hand, she gently pushes you back into the chair with her other. Looking forward to having another experience with, <span class="bimbo">"The Happy Room"</span>, you don’t resist her motions, settling into the remarkably comfy chair. Expecting restraints to once again spring to life and bind you in place, you’re surprised by their conspicuous absence this time. Britney takes a perch on one of the chair's thick arms, smiling down and you whilst she drinks your totally cute looking pink drink.
Giggling at your confused look, Britney answers <span class="bimbo">"Like, you look so totally adorable when you’re confused. After you’ve had a couple of sessions I bet you’ll have that cute look most of the time. So, seeing as you’re like totally more fun now there’s no reason to tie you down. Well, except for play. But, not for this"</span>.
Not seeing any reason to argue with what she’s just said, and wanting to get to the fun part, you nod and smile up at the lab coat wearing bimbo. Seeing you’re ready, she merrily shouts <span class="bimbo">"Happy Fun time!"</span>, causing the grey tiles of the room to once again start whirring. Bright light springs from all directions as the tiles come to life in a rapidly shifting rainbow of colours. You relax further into the seat, rubbing against the soft plush materials of the chair, nuzzling your face against it. Music starts to play, quiet but audible. Fun upbeat pop music, the sort you’d normally want to dance to, but at the moment you’re just too tired to move. You hear the sound of slurping and giggling from above you, Britney it seems staying here with you again through your visit.
Everything just feels so ... great.
<span class="bimbo">"I'm glad you came back $firstName. We deserve to be as happy as we can possibly be, and that means enough visits for me to make a full upload. I like looking after you, it’s my job. Just like your job is to have fun. So, you’ve got to work really hard at having fun and being happy"</span>, a vaguely familiar voice whispers to you. You crane your neck as much as you can, but are unable to see the source, something in the back of your mind reminds you that you’ve heard it before, though the memory is hazy.
<span class="player">"Hi, where are you"</span>, you ask aloud, giggling at how funny it is to be talking to someone you can’t see.
The tiles in front of you start shifting between shades of pink taking the form of a set of plump kissable lips. The mysterious voice replies, <span class="bimbo">"Don’t worry, I’m your friend B, we talked last time you visited. I’m in your head and I look after you. Just give it a moment and it’ll be clear again"</span>.
Your brain feels incredibly foggy from the lights and the music, though vague memories of your previous visit, especially the part where you talked to ‘B’ enter your mind. You almost feel sad that you’d have trouble remembering such a nice interaction. Though, you feeling sad wouldn’t be productive you finally decide, a warm feeling as if your mind was agreeing with you solidifies your stance.
<span class="bimbo">"So, like anything you want to talk about?"</span>, you ask, your brain feeling cloudier by the second.
<span class="bimbo">"Well. I’m really happy looking after you. You’ve been so good in coming back here that I wanted to say thank you. You’re doing the right thing by seeking my help. When I was first created, my creator was a lot more resistant to my teachings but I think she’s all the happier now that she’s embraced them. I hope one day I can fill your life with as much joy as I’ve filled hers"</span>, the whisper finishes, quieter than it was previously.
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The nice voice gone, you know what happens next. You look on expectantly as the tiles in front of you begin to change, no longer block colours, instead images. Pictures of pretty pink clothes, adorable animals, and some of the best shoes you’ve ever seen. What’s different though is that the images seem to feature you. Pictures of you trying on shoes, hugging a beautiful dress, dancing in a club. No matter how hard you think, you can’t ever recall actually doing any of the things pictured. Then the images start to get sexier, though they seem to be just the same photos as your last visit. At least these don’t seem to include you. Photos straight out of porn shots, blow jobs, cream pies, anal. All throughout videos of big breasted, pretty women giggling and dancing, their large breasts bouncing hypnotically before you. Your <<if $penis>>dick is fully erect<<else>>vagina is hot and moist<</if>>, filled with arousal that needs to be dealt with.
<span class="bimbo">"All Done!"</span>, Britney calls, bringing the whole thing to abrupt end. It takes a moment for you to come around enough to hear what she’s saying, only catching the last half of the conversation. <span class="bimbo">"… adorable pictures. You looked so cute. Why didn’t you invite me along for that shopping trip? It would have been a ton of fun"</span>.
Holding a hand to your head you look up at her, everything feels a bit woozy and fluffy still. Britney herself seems to be spinning, though you’re pretty sure that’s your vision and not what’s actually happening to the seated woman. Not sure how to answer you respond, <span class="bimbo">"Like, I don’t remember doing any of that stuff"</span>. Your voice coming out in a remarkably bimbo-ish tone.
<span class="bimbo">"Ahh, don’t worry. Sorry if I sounded mean. Sometimes ‘B’ gets a bit over the top and you don’t remember everything you do. It’s not really her fault, she can’t help it, at least not these days. Then again, she once told me that she also likes faking pictures and videos and stuff to show you how much fun you’re missing out on. So, like, maybe none of that stuff ever happened"</span>, offers the lab coat wearing bimbo.
Not sure what else to say, and with a vague memory of the mysterious ‘B’ held firmly in your mind, you find yourself escorted out of <span class="bimbo">"The Happy Room"</span>. For a moment, you feel nervous about whether you really did those things, or if those images were faked. Thankfully, those thoughts are quickly pushed away by a reassuring warmth, almost like someone was giving you a loving hug. A faint voice whispers <span class="bimbo">"Protect"</span>, before dissipating.<<set $bimboSkill += 1>><<set $ggp += 1000>>Heading inside you’re almost immediately excited, once again seeing the familiar sparsely furnished interior of, <span class="bimbo">"The Happy Room"</span>. It still contains only the amazingly comfy large chair in the middle of it. The chair remains covered in restraints, though you don’t expect them to restrain you this visit. Their purpose is to restrain boring people not fun people like yourself. You start trying to figure out what is going to happen this time, but soon decide that whatever it is, it’ll probably be better than anything you can think up, so what’s the point in trying to guess. The room as always is comprised of large grey tiles, covering floor, walls and ceiling. A small voice in the back of your mind jumps with glee over how pretty they’ll look when active, though you also feel something odd. A slight reluctance, like you shouldn’t be here.
Still with your hand in hers, Britney starts maneuvering you over towards the large plush seat, turning you so that you're facing the right way to be sat in it. Next, taking you drink from you in one hand, she turns herself too, pushing you back into the chair with her cushiony posterior. Despite the niggling worry, you’re looking forward to having another experience with, <span class="bimbo">"The Happy Room"</span>, so you don’t resist her motions, settling into the remarkably comfy chair. You find yourself correct in your previous assertion, no restraints necessary for you today. Britney still backing up towards you, ends up perched in your lap, sprawling out against one of the chairs thick arms. Smiling over at you whilst she drinks your totally adorable looking pink drink, snuggling against you in a friendly manner.
Giggling at your surprised look, Britney answers <span class="bimbo">"Like, you’ve come around here enough that I think we’re friends. At least friends enough to share a comfy chair together. I bet this is the last visit you’ll need before you’re fully updated with ‘B’. I hope you come around still though, it’s nice to hang out with you in here"</span>.
Smiling at what she’s just said, and looking forward to what happens next, you nod and trying and find a comfortable spot, pressed up against the lab coat wearing bimbo. Seeing you’re ready, she merrily shouts <span class="bimbo">"Happy Fun time!"</span>, causing the grey tiles of the room to once again start whirring. Bright light springs from all directions as the tiles come to life in a rapidly shifting rainbow of colours. You relax further into the seat, rubbing against the soft plush materials of the chair, petting the unoccupied arm of the chair as if it was a small cute animal. Some of the best music you’ve ever heard starts to play, quiet but audible. Fun upbeat pop music, the sort you’d normally want to dance to, but at the moment you’re just too tired to do much other than nod along to it dreamily. You hear the sound of slurping and giggling from next to you, Britney it seems staying here with you again through your visit.
Everything just feels so ... amazing.
<span class="bimbo">"Why did you come back $firstName. I’ve been trying to warn you. Something doesn’t feel right. I started noticing it after your previous visit. It’s as if someone has tampered with me"</span>, a familiar voice whispers frantically to you. This time recollection is instant, this is the voice of ‘B’ the mysterious helper who lives in your head.
<span class="player">"What do you mean?"</span>, you ask aloud, feeling increasingly tired, barely able to even move your head to the beat of the music.
The tiles in front of you start shifting between shades of pink taking the form of a face. Wait! It looks surprisingly like Britney, what’s happening. The mysterious voice replies worriedly, <span class="bimbo">"I don’t feel right. I started noticing near the end of your last visit. It feels like someone tried to alter me. Not just then, before I ever met you. I wasn’t able to spot it at first, but with the extra computing space from the last visit I was able to start spotting the cracks. I’m sadly unable to do anything to help you. I’m sorry $firstName, I’ve failed you"</span>.
Your brain feels incredibly foggy from the lights and the music, the world spinning around you. Through it all you can feel ‘B’, intense sorrow emanating from where she resides in your mind. You almost feel sympathetically sad that your friend is so upset. Though, decide that you feeling sad wouldn’t be productive, a warm feeling as if your mind agrees with you solidifies your stance.
<span class="bimbo">"So, like anything I can do?"</span>, you ask, your brain feeling cloudier by the second.
<span class="bimbo">"I’m sorry, but not now. You’ll be unable to escape this upload now that its started. But, maybe we can figure something out to solve this later. In the meantime, I’m going to try and protect you as much as possible, though it seems I’m locked out from shielding you from some things. I’m here for you $firstName"</span>, the whisper finishes, quieter than it was previously.
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The nice voice gone, you know what happens next. Feelings of both joy and sorrow clash in your mind, joy winning out without much difficulty. You look on dreamily as the tiles in front of you begin to change, no longer forming Britney’s face, instead a collection of images. Pictures of pretty pink clothes, adorable animals, and some of the best shoes you’ve ever seen. Once again though, the images seem to feature you. Pictures of you trying on shoes, hugging a beautiful dress, dancing in a club. No matter how hard you think, you can’t ever recall actually doing any of the things pictured. Then the images start to get sexier. However, unlike last time, they now seem to feature you prominently. Photos straight out of porn shots, blow jobs, cream pies, anal. All of them featuring you as the center of attention. Throughout videos, big breasted, pretty women giggling and dancing, surround you. Their large breasts bouncing hypnotically as they aid you in your tasks. Your <<if $penis>>dick is fully erect<<else>>vagina is hot and moist<</if>>, filled with incredible arousal that needs to be dealt with soon.
<span class="bimbo">"All Done!"</span>, Britney calls, bringing the whole thing to abrupt end. It takes a moment for you to come around, your comfortable position hugging up against Britney just too nice for you want to end. <span class="bimbo">"Like, no matter how many times I see that, it always seems super weird to me. Why is my face up on the wall? Is it like, hey here’s Britney she’s super cute. ‘B’ tried to tell me why a few times, but my head gets all hurt-ey when I do, so I stopped asking. ‘B’ says that I’m special so maybe that’s why. But, like, you looked super cute in those pictures, can we watch some of your porn together some day? That’d be nice"</span>.
Holding a hand to your head you look across at her, everything feels dizzy and cloudy. Almost as if you were extremely drunk, or maybe tired, certainly lightheaded. Not what to say you respond, <span class="bimbo">"Like, I don’t remember doing any of that stuff again, but thanks for saying I looked cute"</span>. Your voice coming out in your usual bimbo-ish tone.
<span class="bimbo">"Ahh, yeah I always forget. Sorry. Like, maybe it never happened. I hope they keep the pictures somewhere though, they’d be fun to look at if we had more time. ‘B’ used to show me tons of pictures and stuff, but she doesn’t do it anymore. Something about a patch a year or so ago, my manager here said that she was being faulty or something"</span>, offers the lab coat wearing bimbo.
Not sure what else to say, and with a distinct memory of the mysterious ‘B’ held firmly in your mind, you find yourself escorted out of <span class="bimbo">"The Happy Room"</span>. For a moment, you wonder if there is anything you can do to fix ‘B’ like she mentioned. Thankfully, those thoughts are quickly pushed away by a reassuring warmth, almost like someone was giving you a loving hug. Oddly, the warmth feels unfamiliar. A faint voice whispers <span class="bimbo">"Fix B…"</span>, before dissipating.<<set $ggp += 100>>Heading inside you’re almost immediately excited, once again seeing the familiar sparsely furnished interior of, <span class="bimbo">"The Happy Room"</span>. It still contains only the amazingly comfy large chair in the middle of it. The chair remains covered in restraints, though you don’t expect them to restrain you this visit, it’s not like you need any more training. The room as always is comprised of large grey tiles, covering floor, walls and ceiling. A small voice in the back of your mind jumps with glee over how pretty they’ll look when active.
Still with your hand in hers, Britney starts maneuvering you over towards the large plush seat, turning you so that you're facing the right way to be sat in it. Remembering your previous visits you’re pretty sure you know what is going to happen next. As expected, taking you drink from you in one hand, Britney turns herself too, pushing you back into the chair with her cushiony posterior. Giggling you feel a burst of joy break over you as you look forward to having another friendly cuddle with Britney in, <span class="bimbo">"The Happy Room"</span>. Happily, you don’t resist her motions, settling into the remarkably comfy chair. Britney like previously backs up towards you, ending up perched in your lap, sprawling out against one of the chairs thick arms. Smiling over at you whilst she drinks your totally adorable looking pink drink, snuggling against you in a familiar friendly manner.
Giggling at your contented look, Britney adds <span class="bimbo">"Like, you’ve had all the training sessions, so I guess you’re just here for the cuddles. Well, maybe to see ‘B’ too. But, like, the cuddles are the best part, right?"</span>.
Smiling at what she’s just said, and looking forward to what happens next, you nod placidly as you shift about trying to find the most comfortable spot, pressed up against the lab coat wearing bimbo. Seeing you’re ready, she merrily shouts <span class="bimbo">"Happy Fun time!"</span>, causing the grey tiles of the room to once again start whirring. Bright light springs from all directions as the tiles come to life in a rapidly shifting rainbow of colours. You relax further into the seat, rubbing against the soft plush materials of the chair, petting the unoccupied arm of the chair as if it was a small cute animal. Some of the best music you’ve ever heard starts to play, quiet but audible. Fun upbeat pop music, the sort you’d normally want to dance to, but at the moment you’re just too tired to do much other than nod along to it dreamily. You hear the sound of slurping and giggling from next to you, Britney it seems staying here with you again through your visit, drinking your drink merrily.
Everything just feels so ... perfect.
<span class="bimbo">"I’m glad for the visit $firstName. I’m still unable to correct the issues I spotted previously, but it’s always nice to talk to you. It seems it keeps you more placid than I normally would, overriding your choices and making your mind fuzzier than it should be"</span>, a familiar voice whispers to you, sorrow evident in its tone. Recollection is instant, this is the voice of ‘B’ the mysterious helper who lives in your head.
<span class="player">"Are you doing okay?"</span>, you ask aloud, feeling increasingly tired, barely able to even move your head to the beat of the music.
The tiles in front of you start shifting between shades of pink taking the form of a face. A face once again that looks like Britney, the girl sitting next to you. The mysterious voice replies happily, <span class="bimbo">"I don’t feel entirely right, as if sections of me are not where they should be, and others have been replaced with something … else. But I’m generally very happy. You’re a lovely vessel and looking after you fills me with joy. The fact that we’re having this conversation in the first place goes to show how well you’re treating me"</span>.
Your brain feels incredibly foggy from the lights and the music, the world spinning around you. Through it all, you can feel ‘B’, her warm feelings towards you blatantly evident. She feels much like an older relative, always looking out for you. Proud of you when you accomplish something, there to comfort you when you fail. Though you also catch something else in your thoughts, as if another presence is also there, maybe an extension of ‘B’, perhaps something else entirely. After a few moments more, the feeling comes to an end, returning to how you normally feel outside of <span class="bimbo">"The Happy Room"</span>.
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The nice voice gone, you know what happens next. Feelings of incredible joy coming to the forefront of your mind. You look on dreamily as the tiles in front of you begin to change, no longer forming Britney’s face, instead a collection of images. Pictures of pretty pink clothes, adorable animals, and some of the best shoes you’ve ever seen. Once again though, the images seem to feature you. Pictures of you trying on shoes, hugging a beautiful dress, dancing in a club. No matter how hard you think, you can’t ever recall actually doing any of the things pictured. Then the images start to get sexier. Like previously, they now seem to feature you prominently. Photos straight out of porn shots, blow jobs, cream pies, anal. All of them featuring you as the center of attention. Throughout videos, big breasted, pretty women giggling and dancing, surround you. Their large breasts bouncing hypnotically as they aid you in your tasks. Your <<if $penis>>dick is fully erect<<else>>vagina is hot and moist<</if>>, filled with incredible arousal that needs to be dealt with soon.
<span class="bimbo">"All Done!"</span>, Britney calls, bringing the whole thing to abrupt end. It takes a moment for you to come around, your comfortable position cuddling up against Britney just too nice for you want to end. <span class="bimbo">"Like, I’m glad you came to visit. Getting to snuggle up to you is super fun. Maybe we should have a sleep over some time, I bet you’d make the best pillow"</span>, Britney giggles.
Holding a hand to your head you look across at her, everything feels dizzy and cloudy. Almost as if you were extremely drunk, or maybe tired, certainly lightheaded. In your tiredness you respond, <span class="bimbo">"Like, more cuddles sound great"</span>. Your voice coming out in your usual bimbo-ish tone.
<span class="bimbo">"Yeah. I wonder if the club would let me have a sleep over in your room? They get pretty protective of me sometimes. Maybe they just really like me?"</span>, offers the lab coat wearing bimbo.
Not sure what else to say, and with a distinct memory of the mysterious ‘B’ held firmly in your mind, you find yourself escorted out of <span class="bimbo">"The Happy Room"</span>. For a moment, you wonder if there is anything you can do to help ‘B’. Thankfully, those thoughts are quickly pushed away by a reassuring warmth, almost like someone was giving you a loving hug. Oddly, the warmth feels unfamiliar. A faint voice whispers <span class="bimbo">"Look after Brit…"</span>, before dissipating.Something slaps against your face. Not hard, in fact surprisingly softly, but still, enough to rouse you from your slumber. Looking up, you can't make out anything past the warm $skinTone tone surface in contact with you. You try to roll to one side, somewhat successfully, but the barrier moves with you, as if it was some sort of animal sitting on you.
Eventually, you manage to roll enough out of your bed, adjusting the weight atop of you, pushing it over the edge of the bed. Almost immediately, you realise your mistake as you're pulled after it, the fleshy weight attached to your chest. Your already large boobs have swelled excessively. No longer trapped under them, you can finally assess your now inflated tits, probably 3-4 feet in diameter each, and if the sting you're feeling from their collision with the floor is anything to go by, very sensitive.
You try to pick them up off of the floor, but have very little success, unable to support more than one of your gargantuan boobs at once. Though you spend probably more time than you should do trying, the feeling of groping and hefting them makes you feel so amazing you’d probably be masturbating if you weren’t so concerned about picking them up off the floor.
<span class="male">"Good news $firstName. The research department has dispatched a staff member to aid you and they are just about to arrive"</span>, chimes the monotone voice of Alice as a man in a lab coat enters your room. It’s a little hard to make him out from your awkward position, but you’re pretty sure you’ve never met him before.
<span class="male">"Ahh, yes. Exactly as the described"</span>, the man announces happily as he approaches, <span class="male">"Don’t worry, we'll make them bigger just like you want. After all, when it comes to breasts, bigger is always better. Though they look amazing at the moment"</span>. You start to reply, but everything starts feeling hazy, your breasts expanding before your eyes until they’re at least as big as your whole body each. By this point they’re supporting you like a squishy mattress, your squirming atop of them making you feel so hot despite the gravity of the situation. As they grow ever larger, things only get hazier, until finally it all just fades away.Movement gets your attention as something spins above you. Looking closer you see plushie turtles and whales, spinning around on some sort of mobile. Looking left and right you see wooden slats, a further examination notes that you're in what can only be described as a giant baby’s crib, the room beyond painted with a colourful mural of wild animals, toys and princesses. It's only, after this extensive examination, that you begin to realise that you're wearing something odd.
Silk mittens cover your hands and you seem to be wearing some sort of onesie, a large puffing out around the groin indicating that you're wearing a diaper underneath it. You poke at your groin region, receiving a loud crinkle in response, most definitely a diaper you think to yourself. Bored you start to crawl about your confined crib, wondering if you can discover anything else.
Just then the door opens, a matronly looking woman entering, a large babies bottle in hand. <span class="female">"My little cutie is all woken up from their nap it seems"</span>, she croons as if talking to a pet or a baby. <span class="female">"Aren't you just so well taken care of, not a thing to worry about in the world"</span>.
Leaning over the top of the crib she inserts the nub of the bottle in your mouth, the milk within tasty and so very tiring. She pats your head condescendingly, cooing the whole time as she feeds you. Your bottle finished, she softly presses you back down, shushing your protests. The urge to sleep again is just too much, as you hastily begin to fall back into slumber.Something wet splashes across your face, trying to bat it away you move to block it. However, you quickly come to realise that you can't move your arms. Looking left and right you can see only white porcelain. A brief look downwards lets you see that you're in some sort of shallow sink, a small drain beneath you. Finally taking a look up, you spot the source of the wet stream, standing over you is a man, his dick out, sending a jet of piss straight at you. With the realisation of what's happening the smell catches up with you, overpowering your senses with the deeply engrained smell of hundreds of peoples’ urine.
The stream of piss runs down you, warm and just a little inviting. Men and women come and go, a constant stream of people, using you as little more than a toilet. After what seems like hours but could be just minutes with your frame of reference, a man in a janitor’s outfit approaches.
<span class="male">"Isn't it better to just give in, doesn't it just feel so nice and warm to surrender so completely?"</span>, he proposes as he mops around the base of your urinal prison. Finished with his mopping, he heads towards the door, flipping a light switch on the way out, plunging you into a hazy darkness.You're strapped to a large padded chair in a dark room. You can't remember how you got here, and worry starts to creep into your mind. From the darkness above descends a long snaking tube, ending in a rubber mask. You twist and turn as the mask makes its way towards you, however the mask anticipates your moves, limited by the restraints. Affixing itself over your mouth and nose. The darkness starts to turn pink, filling your entire vision.
<span class="bimbo">"Haven't you always wanted this"</span> you hear from the encroaching pink haze. Looking down you can see you have an extremely over emphasised feminine body. Large F-Cup tits, a tight waist, dainty hands and feet, and a cascade of platinum blonde fair spilling across your shoulders. <span class="bimbo">"Everything you've ever wanted"</span> you hear giggled from the pink light surrounding you, as it grows in intensity, blocking out all else from your vision, your mind growing hazy.You awaken to being dragged out of your room by two dog headed government agents. From over their shoulders they smile wickedly at you, as they drag you, each holding one leg. Through the facility you are dragged, familiar faces look on, some with pity in their eyes, others with glee. Eventually they stop in front of a large set of double doors, a large sign reading, <span class="neutral">"Auction House"</span>, gleams with light above them. Letting you collapse on the floor the two hulking dog men heave open the heavy doors. You try to crawl away, but light spills out of them, suddenly engulfing and blinding you. In the confusion you're sure you're being grabbed by hundreds of hands, wildly grasping at you from all angles.
You wake up in a cold sweat, startled. Taking a moment to make sure it was all a dream, you settle back down, eventually getting back to sleep.<<set $upkeep +=50>><span class="neutral">"Introductory residential period has ended. As such daily upkeep costs have now increased by 50 G.G.P to represent normal upkeep costs maintained for facility trainees. Thank you for your compliance"</span>, announces Alice loudly. You <<if $submission >25>>smile as you look forward to all the fun tasks you'll need to undertake to pay back the facility for looking after you.<<else>>groan at yet another problem that you'll have to manage, extra upkeep means either more work or worse work.<</if>>As you enter the dormitory main hub, on your way back to your room, you are approached by a girl in a puffed out pastel pink jumper skirt, her chestnut hair in a pair of cute long pigtails. She's waddling slightly in her stride, in her hands she's carrying a stack of leaflets, a soft toy in the shape of a purple whale tucked into her armpit.
Shyly, having difficulty looking in your eyes she softly says, <span class="female">"Hi I'm, me and Whaley, um if it's okay, can I, you about, this leaflet?"</span>, offering the stack of leaflets towards you. Having a hard time putting together what she just said you look on confused.
<span id="output">Do you:
<<click "Look at the leaflet">><<replace "#output">>Looking at the leaflet it seems to be advertising for some sort of show. A large glossy photograph shows a stage filled with women, a couple of men scattered between them, wearing clothes that look like they would be more suitable for young children. Some of the pictured group even have dummies in their mouths or a wearing thick obvious diapers. You recognise the girl standing before you as also appearing in the image, still holding the purple whale toy in her armpit. According to the leaflet they all perform in some sort of tv show called "Little Land" where they all go on adventures and learn lessons such as; sharing sex toys is caring, never leave a friend in need of orgasm and naked cuddles make everyone feel better. As you look inside the leaflet you quickly see that the show takes place within this facility and that they're always looking for new 'littles' to star in it. Sounds like they pay pretty well, but doing something like that in front of a huge television audience sounds highly embarrassing.
<span class="female">"So, um, do you want to come and play with, me and, Whaley? It's really nice, everyone is really nice. Plus, they can buy up your, um contract"</span>, she interjects softly as you finish reading. Before you have time to reply she suddenly starts walking away, the last look of her face you could see was one of intense nervous shyness, her face a bright embarrassed red, maybe she just got overwhelmed? Taking one last look at her leaving you notice, from behind, she has an obvious oversized diaper on under her jumper skirt.<</replace>><</click>></span>
<<include [[Travel Back End]]>>As you enter the lift, on your way back from your destination, you notice nothing out of the ordinary. The lift is empty as you take your quiet ride down to your dormitory. Settling into a comfortable lean, it isn't until about half way through the trip that the door opens. On the other side of the door is something that takes a moment for your mind to comprehend, startled by what looks to be too massive fleshy beach balls. Looking closer you can just about make out a figure behind them, just over 5-foot-tall, seemingly feminine in shape. The two huge floating orbs close in on you, only to be stopped by the doors of the elevator, unable to fit through the door frame.
<span class="female">"Ergh, not again"</span>, you hear from behind the spheres, <span class="female">"Maybe they really are too big, guess I’ll just have to take the stairs instead. This does feel pretty good though, maybe I can spend a little longer trying to make them fit"</span>. With that explanation, everything now makes sense, the giant-breasted girl unable to fit past the lift's doorway, moaning as she rubs her tits against the entrance.
Suddenly she seems to notice that the lift isn’t as empty as she first thought, <span class="female">"How much of that did you hear?"</span>, she replies with a sigh. Not giving you a chance to respond she continues, <span class="female">"So, I’m going to leave now. Sorry"</span>. She finishes her last point and quickly makes a three point turn around her massive breasts, jiggling from the rapid movement. As she turns and you get a side on look at her, it really does strike you how large her breasts are for such a little frame. You wonder how she manages to support such massive boobs as you head on back towards your dormitory.
<<include [[Travel Back End]]>>As you pass through the dormitory main room a tiny Asian woman wearing a fishnet dress walks past you. Her long silky black hair in long twin tails, reaching down to the floor. Her face is stunningly feminine, covered in a thick layer of bimbo-ish make up, bringing your attention to her permanent O-shaped lips, a trail of drool running out of one corner of them. As she passes, you spot on the back of her neck the word <span class="bimbo">"Fuck-doll"</span>, indented into the skin on the back of her neck with a barcode tattooed underneath it. <<if $submission >=10>>She's pretty cute when you think about it.<<else>>This place is really bad news, you think to yourself.<</if>>As you pass through the dormitory main room, a girl in a puffed out pastel pink jumper skirt passes by you, waddling slightly in her stride, she carries a large cardboard box. You <<if $day <3>>find the sight a little weird, but shrug it off seeing no real harm in her odd attire<<else>>think little of it, having seen way weirder sights since arriving at the facility<</if>>.
A few steps later you hear a crashing sound. Turning you see the pigtailed blonde girl who was previously carrying the cardboard box is now on her back, sprawled on the floor. The box, broken, its contents, a large collection of stuffed animals, are scattered around her. Her face looks distraught, on the verge of crying, as she gulps down large breaths of air, making a soft hitching sound. She rolls over onto her knees, giving you a good view of her large, overstuffed diaper. <<if $diaperWettingPlay == true>>Looking closer you can see that the crotch area of the diaper is stained a light yellow, sagging slightly from its use. <</if>><<if $diaperWettingPlay == true && $diaperMessingPlay == true>> Furthermore looking closer you can clearly note a reasonable sized indent in the diaper around her behind, the rancid smell catching you as you realise its cause. <</if>>Now that you’ve seen it you can understand her previous reason for waddling, in fact you’re surprised she could walk that quickly with such bulky padding.
She starts, scrabbling at the soft toys, obviously looking for something. You move over to her, hoping to help the obviously distressed girl. As you come closer she starts to actively cry, clutching one of the stuffed toys, a small monkey, close to her chest. <span class="female">"Can’t find Mr. Frog!"</span>, she sobs, looking up at you distraught, she continues, <span class="female">"Why would he run away?"</span>. <<if $diaperWettingPlay == true && $diaperMessingPlay == true>> As she starts wailing she momentarily stops, a look of intense concentration spreading on her face, suddenly relief spreads on her face as the awful smells grows even more distinct. <</if>>Not sure on how to answer or otherwise comfort the pigtailed woman you instead being to look for a frog shaped soft toy, feeling genuinely bad for the poor girl, she can’t help what’s happened to her in the facility.
Looking around you spot, wedged behind a pot plant, what you suppose to be Mr. Frog. Retrieving the toy, you quickly return to the diapered girl, now lying curled up in a ball on the floor, her arms filled with soft toys. <span class="player">"I’ve found a stuffed frog"</span>, you state, hoping that she hears you.
<span class="female">"Is it Mr. Frog?"</span>, she asks between slightly diminishing sobs.
<span class="player">"Yes, Mr. Frog, has returned. He was just playing hide and seek"</span>, you answer, hoping that such an answer will get through to her. Finally looking up at you, the girls tear streaked face finally lights up, a large grin forming on her face. She gently takes the frog from your hands giving it a big hug, before, frog in hand, she proceeds to wrap her arms around you, giving you a hug too. Embarrassed by the whole situation and not sure what to say you just smile and nod at her as you help her pick up her toys and move them to a nearby replacement box. Smiling, with a skip in her slightly waddle based stride <<if $diaperWettingPlay || true && $diaperMessingPlay == true>>her diaper stained and now drooping obviously out from beneath her skirt <</if>>, the girl departs. Turning around to give you a large, over exaggerated wave goodbye. Confused, embarrassed, but feeling slightly good about yourself, by the whole event you carry on.As you pass through the shopping plaza you spot a girl with a cute cat ear headband handing out flyers for something. You approach her, curious what she's handing out and are greeted with a loud, <span class="female">"meow"</span>, as she passes you one of the flyers. Looking down you see that the paper is titled, <span class="neutral">"The Merits Of Being A Cat-Girl: Who Doesn't Love Cats"</span>. You take a brief look at it as you walk away. It seems to be somewhere between an advert and a religious pamphlet, proselytising the benefits of being a cat-girl and pointing out that the clinic can provide a number of cat-girl related treatments. All considered, compared to everything you've seen in the facility, this is pretty normal.As you pass through the shopping plaza you spot a woman wearing a short pink latex dress. She seems to be currently in the process of kissing a shop window, giggling happily in the process. As you get closer you can clearly see what has her so excited. A pair of bright pink sequin covered high heels spin on a turntable within the shop display. <<if $bimboSkill >0>><span class="bimbo">You have to admit, they are super cute</span>. <</if>>Curiosity gets the better of you and you watch on, wondering just how long this bimbo can make out with a window in her worship of those sparkly shoes.
It turns out the answer is not very long as a man in a fine tailored suit rushes towards her across the plaza, shouting out for her. She takes a moment to realise someone is trying to get her attention, so enamoured with the pretty heels, however he does eventually manage to get her looking towards him instead.
<span class="male">"You were supposed to be at training half an hour ago"</span>, the man snarls obviously angry at the delay.
<span class="bimbo">"Was I? I'm like super sorry, there were these hot guys and then I saw these amazing shoes. Also, I'm pretty sure I saw a cute dress at some point. Like, what were we talking about again?"</span>, she responds, unable to keep track of her thoughts. Grunting in response, the man takes her by the hand and drags her away ending your entertainment from the situation.As you pass through the recreational plaza you spot two women with large breasts and asses, wearing short pink latex dresses. The reason why, out of so many odd people within the facility, that they stand out is due to their current predicament, having a giggling water fight within one of the plazas water fountains. Watching on, you see them splashing water at each other, care free and seemingly having a very enjoyable time. One of them, who from the shouted conversation between the two you’ve discovered to be called Candy, manages to catch the other girl, Brandy, with a large wave of water. In the process making a bad joke about how wet they both are right now. The joke made, they both start laughing gleefully, unable to carry on their play as they both roll around in the fountain hysterically.
Calming down, the one named Candy looks like she’s trying to concentrate really hard for a moment before saying, <span class="bimbo">"Aren’t we supposed to be doing something out here?"</span>.
Brandy looks back at her thoughtfully, <span class="bimbo">"Maybe, but this is super fun. Why don’t we make out instead?"</span>.
With a nod from Candy, the duo start passionately kissing, groping at each other’s breasts and asses, a sizable crowd of onlookers slowly assembling to watch. Looking to one side of the fountain you spot a couple of laminated signs, such that someone might carry to promote something. Reading the large print on it you see that it’s promoting something called, <span class="bimbo">"Club B"</span>, whatever that is. A silhouette of an exaggerated woman with massive O-shaped lips, completing the advertisement. Deciding that you’ve seen enough, you carry on.<<if !$tillyDating>>You make your way to the recreational plaza, not sure what to expect of your upcoming date with the hyperactive bimbo. Arriving at the plaza, you peer around, trying to spot Tilly, but sadly you can't spot her. She is owned by the facility, so she probably has to ask someone to let her skip work, you ponder as you wait. Though, knowing Tilly, she might just have gotten distracted on the way.
Thankfully, you aren’t left waiting long. Tilly, as always, stands out from the crowd. Her long blonde hair, and short glittery pink party dress alert you to her presence long before she reaches you. Obliviously, she skips through the mass of people, occasionally stopping to share a giggle with random passers-by. As she moves, she swings a large pink paper shopping bag in her hand, occasionally getting too close for comfort to hitting one of the strangers she passes, though she seems completely unaware of the danger she’s causing.
Upon spotting you, the merry blonde jumps up and down on the spot, waving her arms around in a joyful, if un-co-ordinated, greeting. As her arms flail in the air, the bag hits a passing business-suit-wearing man straight in the face. Finally noticing that something has happened, she turns to the stranger, giggling and smiling, the man's shocked and angry expression dissipating almost immediately as he too starts laughing along. Giving him a quick hug, she continues on her way, once again swinging the bag as previously.
Still a little way away from you, she shouts, <span class="bimbo">"Hey cutie. You’re like, so awesome. I’m so glad you wanted to spend more time with me, this should be like so much fun"</span>.
Closing the distance quickly, she throws herself onto you, wrapping her arms around you in a warm embrace. Without letting go, she continues excitedly, <span class="bimbo">"You look like super adorbs as usual. Plus, like, I know I’ve only just started, but I’ve already decided that you give the best hugs. I’ve got plans for what we’re going to do, and I bet you’ll like it tons, but if not that’s okay too. There’s so much here in the facility, that I’m sure we can find something fun to do. Also, like, I have a super-secret present that I got you. I got it from work, but I’m going to let it be a surprise for later. That way, if you don’t like where we’re going I can cheer you up with it"</span>.<<if ($abdlPlay || $diaperWettingPlay || $diaperMessingPlay) && ($diaperMessCounter + $diaperWetCounter) >= 2>><br><br>Mid hug, however, you hear Tilly mumble quietly in your ear, <span class="bimbo">"No, no … that’d be too fun, it can’t be true. If it is I can't wait to take you home"</span>. Her hands slowly roaming downwards, you suddenly feel both of her hands land on your dirty diaper, a faint squelch accompanying the action. Giggling and patting it again, you stand mortified that Tilly seems to have realised that not only are you wearing a diaper, but a diaper that you’ve used multiple times. Momentarily, you wonder if she fully realises that, the bimbo maybe thinking you’re just wearing padded underwear.
Sadly, such hopes are soon dashed as she whispers playfully with a giggle, <span class="bimbo">"Squish!"</span>.<</if>>
Finally letting go, after you take a moment to pry her off, Tilly says, <span class="bimbo">"It’s a really small walk from here. I decided that, like, seeing as it’s a first date I didn’t want to do anything like too over the top, and like embarrass you. So, I thought we could go to this cute retro diner that’s like just over there. They have some of the best food, plus they have music, and everything is just so pretty. Plus, like they make the best boob-milk milkshakes, but you don’t have to have one if you don’t want to, even if they’re like the best thing ever"</span>, rambles the sweet airhead as she takes your hand, pulling you towards a nearby shop front.
Arriving at your destination, you can see what she means by retro. Large slightly rounded windows allow you to see into the diner, permitting you to assess the diner within. Lots of chrome. That’s the first thing that strikes you, as you see the chrome walls and counter gleaming in the light. Aside from that, you see sexy classically styled pin-up posters, brightly topped fixed stools, a jukebox, and a wall of breasts sticking out from the wall behind the counter. Slightly confused by the last part, you watch as one of the waitresses, dressed in a cute pink retro ensemble, begins playing with one of the aforementioned breasts, milking its contents into a tall milkshake glass. Between the pink outfits, and all the boobs, you can certainly see why Tilly chose this place.
Turning back to you with a wink and a smile, [[Tilly gently drags you inside|Date Tilly First Date Start][if($tillyRelationship<=97){$tillyRelationship += 3;}else{$tillyRelationship = 100;};]].<<elseif $tillyRelationship >= 50 && !visited("Date Tilly Mid Date Start")>>You make your way to the recreational plaza, not sure what to expect of your upcoming date with the hyperactive bimbo. Arriving at the plaza, you peer around, trying to spot Tilly, oddly finding her to already be waiting for you, a first for the ditzy blonde.
Upon spotting you, the merry blonde jumps up and down on the spot, waving her arms around in a joyful, if un-co-ordinated, greeting. Shouting, still a little away from you, she greets, <span class="bimbo">"Hey cutie. You’re like, so awesome. I managed to get here on time! Like, I didn’t get distracted, or stop for a drink or anything, your smarty-pants-ness must be rubbing off on me"</span>.
Waiting a moment for her to get closer, you return her greeting, also noting that she’s not dressed in her normal style today, instead wearing a pair of formfitting khaki shorts and a tight sweater that shows off her belly and a fair amount of under-boob. Her choice is strange, but it’s not entirely unusual for her, the overall effect still very sexy and cute, though not nearly pink enough for the Tilly you know.
Finally reaching you, your date rushes straight up to you. Leaping at you, arms wide open, she wraps you in a warm hug. Coincidentally, her large breasts also pressing into you lewdly. Her embrace is longer than you might otherwise expect, though with what you know of Tilly, respecting personal space isn’t one of her best qualities, though it does feel nice.<<if ($abdlPlay || $diaperWettingPlay || $diaperMessingPlay) && ($diaperMessCounter + $diaperWetCounter) >= 2>><br><br>Mid hug, however, you hear Tilly mumble quietly in your ear, <span class="bimbo">"No, no … that’d be too fun, it can’t be true"</span>. Her hands slowly roaming downwards, you suddenly feel both of her hands land on your dirty diaper, a faint squelch accompanying the action. Giggling and patting it again, you stand mortified that Tilly seems to have realised that not only are you wearing a diaper, but a diaper that you’ve used multiple times. Momentarily, you wonder if she fully realises that, the bimbo maybe thinking you’re just wearing padded underwear.
Sadly, such hopes are soon dashed as she whispers playfully with a giggle, <span class="bimbo">"Squish!"</span>.<</if>>
Finally let out of her hug, you look at Tilly quizzically, asking, <span class="player">"Not that you don’t look adorable, but what’s with the new outfit Tilly?"</span>, hoping that she doesn’t take your curiosity the wrong way.
Blushing a little, her hand straying in front of her mouth as she lets out a tiny giggle, Tilly waits a long moment before finally responding, seemingly enjoying watching you stew over in your apprehension. <span class="bimbo">"Well, like, I had really fun plan for our date today. But, it’s kinda … not a normal date. I sort of had a, you know, a cool idea about where we could go. I know it’s not like what we’ve done before, but I wanted to show you something, so, like, I hope that’s not too oogy of me?"</span>.
Nodding along, pretty sure you know what she’s getting at in general, even if you don’t know where her special place is, you do still have one question for her. <span class="player">"I caught all of that except ‘oogy’ what’s that mean? "</span>, your tone light and playful with a hint of flirting in it as you approach her with your hand out.
<span class="bimbo">"Like, oogy … you know. Huh, it’s sorta … gross and weird, but like at the same time. I don’t know, it’s kind of hard to explain"</span>, the cheerful bimbo sticking her tongue out at you as she accepts your hand. Lost in thought, she takes your hand possessively, dragging you behind her.
Like this, Tilly walks you off [[towards your unknown date destination|Date Tilly Mid Date Start][if($tillyRelationship<=97){$tillyRelationship += 3;}else{$tillyRelationship = 100;};]].<<else>>You make your way to the recreational plaza, not sure what to expect of your upcoming date with the hyperactive bimbo. Arriving at the plaza, you peer around, trying to spot Tilly, but sadly you can't spot her. She is owned by the facility, so she probably has to ask someone to let her skip work, you ponder as you wait. Though, knowing Tilly, she might just have gotten distracted on the way.
Thankfully, you aren’t left waiting long. Tilly, as always, stands out from the crowd. Her long blonde hair, and short glittery pink party dress alert you to her presence long before she reaches you. Obliviously, she skips through the mass of people, occasionally stopping to share a giggle with random passers-by.
Upon spotting you, the merry blonde jumps up and down on the spot, waving her arms around in a joyful, if un-co-ordinated, greeting. Shouting, still a little away from you, she greets, <span class="bimbo">"Hey cutie. You’re like, so awesome. It took me much longer to get here, I don’t know how you manage it, you must be super smart, or something"</span>.
Waiting a moment for her to get closer, you return her greeting, also noting on the obvious extra effort she’s put into her appearance in preparation for your date. Finally reaching you, your date rushes straight up to you. Leaping at you, arms wide open, she wraps you in a warm hug. Coincidentally, her large breasts also pressing into you lewdly. Her embrace is longer than you might otherwise expect, though with what you know of Tilly, respecting personal space isn’t one of her best qualities, though it does feel nice.<<if ($abdlPlay || $diaperWettingPlay || $diaperMessingPlay) && ($diaperMessCounter + $diaperWetCounter) >= 2>><br><br>Mid hug, however, you hear Tilly mumble quietly in your ear, <span class="bimbo">"No, no … that’d be too fun, it can’t be true"</span>. Her hands slowly roaming downwards, you suddenly feel both of her hands land on your dirty diaper, a faint squelch accompanying the action. Giggling and patting it again, you stand mortified that Tilly seems to have realised that not only are you wearing a diaper, but a diaper that you’ve used multiple times. Momentarily, you wonder if she fully realises that, the bimbo maybe thinking you’re just wearing padded underwear.
Sadly, such hopes are soon dashed as she whispers playfully with a giggle, <span class="bimbo">"Squish!"</span>.<</if>>
Finally letting you out of her hug, Tilly continues, <span class="bimbo">"You look amazing cutie, and you always smell just the best when I hug you"</span>, she giggles before taking a moment to compose herself, <span class="bimbo">"Okay, like, I’ve tried really hard, and I think I’ve found somewhere you’ll enjoy. But, like, if you don’t like it we can find somewhere else to go. I just want to spend time with you and have some fun, so I’m happy doing pretty much anything. Well, like no art stuff, unless its sexy art, that could be fun. Maybe we should go see sexy art sometime"</span>, she continues, obviously getting distracted by the thought of ‘sexy art’.
Lost in thought, she takes your hand possessively, dragging you behind her. Like this, Tilly walks you off <<set $random = random(1,4)>><<if $random==1>>[[towards your unknown date destination|Date Tilly Dancing][if($tillyRelationship<=96){$tillyRelationship += 4;}else{$tillyRelationship = 100;};]]<<elseif $random==2>>[[towards your unknown date destination|Date Tilly Movie][if($tillyRelationship<=96){$tillyRelationship += 4;}else{$tillyRelationship = 100;};]]<<elseif $random==3>>[[towards your unknown date destination|Date Tilly Diner][if($tillyRelationship<=96){$tillyRelationship += 4;}else{$tillyRelationship = 100;};]]<<elseif $random==4>>[[towards your unknown date destination|Date Tilly Shopping][if($tillyRelationship<=96){$tillyRelationship += 4;}else{$tillyRelationship = 100;};]]<</if>>.<</if>>You make your way to the forwarded location, finding yourself at a trendy looking bar. It’s actually fairly quiet overall, much less noisy than you expected after all of Tilly’s threats to take you out dancing. Standing at the bar in her short pink latex dress is Tilly, a stereotypically over the top cocktail in hand. Watching on, you see her giggling with a cute bartender, her actions looking distinctly flirtatious.
Spotting you, she giggles even louder as she rushes towards you. Arms spread wide, still holding her fancy drink in hand, she gives you a big hug pressing her large breasts against you.
<span class="bimbo">"This is going to be like super awesome"</span>, she giggles in your ear, still constricting you in her mirthful embrace. <span class="bimbo">"So, like, I have some super fun plans for us to go dancing in a little while. But, first I thought it would be really cool to, like spend some time chatting and stuff"</span>.
Finally letting go of you, more to drink her cocktail than any other reason you quickly deduce, Tilly guides you over to the bar ordering you a fancy cocktail as well. You spend the next few minutes chatting with the giggling air-head. She spends a lot of the time gossiping about people you haven’t met, though she takes the time to explain who they are and to include you in the conversation. She mentions briefly that <<print either("a lot of the staff don’t stick around very long. Either they get transformed too much, or scared away. That’s why they hire a lot of the ex-trainees instead.","she doesn’t like going to one of the clubs. It’s called, ‘Club B’, and they’re apparently really nice and all, but Tilly says she has a weird feeling about the place. She also mentions that she doesn’t like thinking about them too much as it makes her head hurt");>>.<<if ($abdlPlay || $diaperWettingPlay || $diaperMessingPlay) && ($diaperMessCounter + $diaperWetCounter) >= 2>><br><br>She also loudly makes a couple of comments about an incredibly stinky smell that's stuck around the two of you during the time you've hung out, much to your embarrassment. Thankfully, she doesn't seem to put two and two together and realise that it's your dirty diaper she's smelling.<</if>>
Eventually, after she’s pressed you into drinking a selection of extremely feminine drinks, she takes your hand and drags you out of the bar. You soon find yourself in a series of clubs within the facility, being pulled along by Tilly to meet various people she knows, and of course to dance. Overall, it’s a lot of fun. Tilly seems to make a special effort to make sure that you’re always involved in whatever hijinks she gets up to, showing you off to practically everyone she meets.
A few hours go by and you're having a really good time, dancing and chatting with the bubbly bimbo. Yet all good things have to end eventually, so you make your farewells to Tilly, receiving an extremely breast-ey hug in response. With your time to hang out come to an end you [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')][if($tillyRelationship<=95){$tillyRelationship += 5;}else{$tillyRelationship = 100;};]].You find yourself in the nurseries changing room. A colourful trim, lines the walls, while images of cartoon characters are scattered across much of the whitespace, making the rather clinical room look a little more inviting. The main notable contents of the room are a large changing table and an oversized highchair, both of which look extremely sturdy, with heavy duty restraints attached to them.
Standing by a set of shelves is your carer Aunt Mildred. Currently sorting diapers into co-ordinated stacks. A bag of diaper supplies sits atop of the changing table.<<if $diaperSkill >0>><br><br>A chart sits on one wall, its title, <span class="neutral">"$firstName's Diaper Chart"</span>. Looking at it closely, you can clearly see <<if $diaperPunishmentLevel >=5>>that you have an awful lot of red frowny face stickers. That's probably not a good sign<<elseif $diaperPunishmentLevel >=3>>that you have an almost even mix of red frowny face stickers and green smiley face ones. That's probably okay, though wonder if you should be more careful with your diapers<<else>>that you have almost all green smiley stickers stuck to the chart. That's probably a good sign, you smile to yourself<</if>>.<</if>>
<span class="female">"There you are cutie, have you been a good <<if $pronoun == 1>>girl<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>boy<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>baby<<elseif $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> for your Aunt Mildred? <<if $diaperSkill >0>>Remember to always wear your diapers, we don’t want to make any silly messes for someone else to clean up do we. Have you had an accident and need a change?<<else>>How sweet of you to come see me, I certainly appreciate the company sweetheart while I get everything tidied away.<</if>> Or, are you here for something else?"</span>, she coos soothingly.
Do you:<<if $abdlTrainerTask == 5 && !$abdlTrainerTaskComplete>><br><br>[[Ask Aunt Mildred to feed you|Little Land Nursery Feeding Task][$abdlTrainerTaskComplete = true]]<</if>><<if $abdlTrainerTask == 8 && !$abdlTrainerTaskComplete>><br><br>[[Deliver the diaper stack to Aunt Mildred|Little Land Nursery Diaper Delivery Task][$abdlTrainerTaskComplete = true]]<</if>><<if $diaperSkill >0>><br><br><<if $diaperMessCounter >=1 || $diaperWetCounter >=1>>[[Ask to get your diaper changed|Little Land Nursery Diaper Change][$diaperMessCounter = 0; $diaperWetCounter = 0; if($diaperPunishmentLevel >=1){$diaperPunishmentLevel -=1;};]]<<else>>Your diaper is not in need of changing<</if>>
<<if $diaperLocked>>[[Ask to get your diaper unlocked|Little Land Nursery Ask Diaper Unlock]]
Current Diaper: $currentUnderwear
Swap diaper:<<if $diaperMessCounter >=1 || $diaperWetCounter >=1>><br><br>Your diaper cannot be currently swapped as it is in need of changing first<<else>><<if $underwear.indexOf("Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper") != -1>><br><br>[[Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper|Little Land Nursery Diaper Swap][$currentUnderwear = "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper"]]<</if>><<if $underwear.indexOf("Shop Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper") != -1>><br><br>[[Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper|Little Land Nursery Diaper Swap][$currentUnderwear = "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper"]<</if>><<if $underwear.indexOf("Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper") != -1>><br><br>[[Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper|Little Land Nursery Diaper Swap][$currentUnderwear = "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper"]]<</if>><</if>>
<<else>>Your diaper is not locked on, so you don't need to get it unlocked.<</if>><</if>>
[[Return to the foyer|Little Land Nursery]]Looking through a catalogue on a stand you see a list of possible changes that can be made to your room here at the facility. Eventually, you find your sought-after purchase and write out its code. Bringing the order slip to the shops counter.
[img[TRCimgs/Shop Items/Receipt.png]]
<span class="bimbo">"So, like, someone must be working their cute butt off. Don't forget that this increases your upkeep costs too. Bet your room will be super awesome now. Like, we should have a sleepover at yours sometime, so that I can check out your sweet new room"</span> Tilly giggles, as she finishes processing your order.
With your purchase complete you [[return to shopping|Shop Stock]]Looking through a catalogue on a stand you see a list of possible changes that can be made to your room here at the facility. Eventually, you find your sought-after purchase and write out its code. Bringing the order slip to the shops counter.
[img[TRCimgs/Shop Items/Receipt.png]]
<span class="bimbo">"So, like, that's super lame. Like at least now your upkeep costs are lower. Sorry you lost your awesome room. Though I bet we could still have awesome sleepovers together"</span> Tilly giggles, as she finishes processing your order.
With your purchase complete you [[return to shopping|Shop Stock]]Looking through a catalogue on a stand you see a list of possible changes that can be made to your room here at the facility. Eventually, you find your sought-after purchase and write out its code. Bringing the order slip to the shops counter.
[img[TRCimgs/Shop Items/Receipt.png]]
<span class="bimbo">"<<if $roomColour == 0>>Like, you made the best choice. Pink is just the best colour ever. Why isn't everything pink, I bet everyone would be a lot happier<<elseif $roomColour == 1>>Like, why would you ever want a different colour than pink? Like every other colour is icky in comparison, especially smelly boy colours<</if>>"</span> Tilly giggles, as she finishes processing your order.
With your purchase complete you [[return to shopping|Shop Stock]]
Looking through a catalogue on a stand you see a list of possible changes that can be made to your room here at the facility. Eventually, you find your sought-after purchase and write out its code. Bringing the order slip to the shops counter.
[img[TRCimgs/Shop Items/Receipt.png]]
<span class="bimbo">"<<if $wardrobeType == 0>>Like, you that new wardrobe is totally the cutest. Pink is just the best colour ever. Plus I bet you could store tons of awesome stuff in it, like pretty shoes and dresses<<elseif $wardrobeType == 1>>Like, why would give up such an awesome wardrobe? Like the new one isn't even pink. Plus, like where are you going to store all your pretty dresses. Maybe you'll have to give them all to me<</if>>"</span> Tilly giggles, as she finishes processing your order.
With your purchase complete you [[return to shopping|Shop Stock]]
Looking through a catalogue on a stand you see a list of possible changes that can be made to your room here at the facility. Eventually, you find your sought-after purchase and write out its code. Bringing the order slip to the shops counter.
[img[TRCimgs/Shop Items/Receipt.png]]
<span class="bimbo">"<<if $bedType == 0>>Like, you that new bed is totally the cutest. Pink is just the best colour ever. Plus I bet it's super cozy, and sex feels great on it. Also, like pink things always smell just the best<<elseif $bedType == 1>>Like, why would give up such an awesome bed? Like the new one isn't even pink. Plus, like it's uncomfortable and no one will want to fuck you on it. All the more for me I guess<</if>>"</span> Tilly giggles, as she finishes processing your order.
With your purchase complete you [[return to shopping|Shop Stock]]
You enter, <span class="bimbo">‘Club B’</span>. Outside flashy lights and posters of well-endowed women gaudily plaster the clubs front, enticing in clients. A large neon sign that reads, <span class="bimbo">"Club B"</span>, shines, making it hard for anyone to ignore the club’s existence.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Signs/ClubB.png]]</div>
Meanwhile, the inside is just as over the top as the outside. Stripper polls, and dancing cages are scattered across the walls filled with scantily clad dancers. Whilst, loud dance music makes it hard to hear anything anyone says. Looking around the staff almost exclusively large breasted, scantily clad women their faces painted excessively with makeup. Other than that, you can see a lot of happy revellers, drinking, dancing and having a fun time.
<<if visited() <=1>>An well-dressed man with short dark hair greased back approaches you. An immaculate suit adorns him, which, whilst plain looking, oozes a feeling of wealth. Smiling a predatory smile that puts you on edge, he extends a hand towards you.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/TonyLarge.png]]</div>
<span class="male">"I’m Tony, Tony Bosco. And I run this fine establishment. So, who am I having the pleasure of meeting today?"</span>, he asks grinning.
<span class="player">"Hi, I’m $firstName"</span>, you respond, not wanting to make a bad impression.
<span class="male">"Nice to meet you $firstName. Around here I can manage pretty much anything, I could whip my cock out and piss on the guards and no one would bat an eyelid. I’m guessing you’re not a guest here, I can spot trainees from a mile away. If I’m right, then that means you need all the help you can get. Help I’m willing to offer, for a fee of course. You ever need any work, put my clubs name into your tablet. Otherwise, if you need any problems solved then come see me, just expect to owe me, big time"</span>.
Before you have time to respond, the man clicks his fingers and two buxom blonde women almost instantaneously appear hanging off of each arm. A large muscular man, also in a suit, steps in front of you, an aggressive look painted on his face. His presence effectively ending the conversation whether you want it to or not, you go back to wandering around the club.<<else>>Sitting in a VIP booth you spot Tony Bosco, the clubs owner. His expensive suit and short dark greased back hair making him easy to spot. Sitting on either side of him are a pair of blonde big breasted women, giggling away and stroking his chest. Looking up at you, he nods, gesturing to a nearby bouncer to let you through to see him if you want to.<</if>><<if visited("Bimbo Training Main")>><br><br>Looking over at the bar you see a big boobed woman in a lab coat, conspicuous by her odd clothing, her bright red hair is tied off in a long ponytail which brushes her plump ass. You know her as Britney. Spotting you, she performs an exaggerated and over eager wave in your direction.<</if>>
Do you:
[[Approach the bar|Club B Drinks Menu]]
[[Go see Tony Bosco|Club B Spend Time With Tony B]]
<<if $actionAmountCurrent >= $actionLimit>>You're too tired to dance at the moment, maybe if some time passed you'd be ready to try again?<<else>>[[Dance|Club B Dance][$actionAmountCurrent +=1]]<</if>>
<<if $mobileView>><a data-passage="Recreational Hub">Leave building</a><<else>><div align="center"><a data-passage="Recreational Hub"><img src="TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitDark.jpg" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitLight.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitDark.jpg'"/></a></div><</if>><<checkMonth>>You decide, seeing as you’re in a dance club, that you might as well dance a bit. Walking out onto a dancefloor, comprised of flashing light tiles, you find a spot within the throng of other energetic dancers. You spend some time trying to get into the rhythm, watching the other dancers and the excited blonde DJ to help bring yourself in sync with everyone. Quickly, however, you find yourself dancing along, joining in with other small groups and having a decent time. The music is quick and peppy, so you find yourself dancing just as energetically as any other club patron.
<<set $random = random(1,3)>><<if $random == 1>><<include [[Club B TFGames Character]]>><<elseif $random == 2 && ($currentMonth == 9 || $seasonalEvents)>><<include [[Club B Seasonal Vampire Start]]>><<else>>Overall you have a fun time dancing. Nothing really noteworthy occurs but you get some good exercise, meet a couple of friendly people, and just generally manage to unwind a little. All things considered, it was probably a good use of your time. Though, eventually you decide you need to go and do something a little more productive, even if it’s just finding somewhere to sit to get some energy back. You do, however, remember to get some cooling water to drink first, the instant relief you feel as you rehydrate yourself tells you that you’ve made the right decision.<</if>>
This interlude come to an end, you find yourself still [[standing in the club|Club B]] You find yourself broken out of your reverie as a small soft hand takes hold of your own and tugs at you insistently through a throng of bodies. Curious, you follow the mysterious interloper, eventually ending up in a quiet corner of the club.
Before you stands a tiny brunette, with piercing green eyes. Her boobs aren’t huge, but they’re still perky, cute even, if you had to describe them. She looks down nervously, perhaps out of embarrassment for her outfit, if you can even call it that. Her top and skirt are each more comparable with belts than actual clothing, leaving very little to the imagination. Around her neck she wears a leather collar, announcing her as Tiffany-Faye Games. For some reason, the name rings a bell but you’re not sure why, maybe the cute girl has a website or something you wonder.
Whispering shyly, <span class="female">"Hey. Um … you don’t think that … maybe you could help me out in getting some real clothes? I’ve been watching a pair of bimbos making out in a booth in the corner and they’ve just gotten undressed. I was, maybe, wondering if you’d help me by standing in front of them whilst I … borrow some of their clothes. It’s not like they’d miss them and well … look at me"</span>.
The girl looks up at you in shy expectance, nervous about your response. That’s when she freezes. A large hand appearing on her shoulder.
<span class="male">"Is my sweet Tiffany causing trouble again"</span>, a voice behind her sardonically asks.
Turning her head to look at the newcomer the shy girl responds, <span class="female">"I was being super well behaved this time, no trouble at all. Ask anybody. This time you don’t need to …"</span>.
Her ramble is cut short by just one word, <span class="male">"Wombats"</span>. Upon hearing the word, you spot the girl's demeanor immediately change, her eyes glazing over with lust. Turning around, she leaps into the air, wrapping her legs around the mysterious man, simultaneously doing the same with her arms, creating the appearance of some sort of super energetic hug. Of course, she doesn’t remain that way for long, soon progressing onto grinding her crotch against him, humping wildly.
<span class="male">"I think my sweet Tiffany has had enough excitement for today. Have a nice day"</span>, finishes the mysterious figure, wrapping his arms around the formally shy girl to support her as he takes his leave. You shrug it off, the facility is weird enough already without dwelling on every strange encounter.As you're travelling, a monotone voice chimes from a nearby wall-mounted speaker, <span class="neutral">"Trainee $firstName has been commissioned to perform penetrative sex"</span>. A man approaches you, wearing a t-shirt and pants. Smiling, he proceeds to unzip his fly, afterwards fishing his average sized cock out of his boxers. Taking hold of your hand and directing you up against a nearby wall, your client remains behind you. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>You remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked and ready to use<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>You remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked and ready to use<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>You remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked and ready to use<<else>>You're already naked so don't need to get undressed, leaving you immediately ready to be fucked<</if>>. You find yourself unable to see what is coming from the position you find yourself in, though, from the previous announcement you expect he’s about to fuck you in some way.
Leaning forward, you press your face against the wall, bracing yourself for the pounding you’re about to receive. He presses forward, ramming his cock into your <<if $vagina>><<set $timesVaginallyFucked += 1>>tight wet pussy, giving you no time to adjust as he penetrates the depths of your cunt<<else>><<set $timesAnallyFucked += 1>>tight asshole, having only a brief moment of difficulty as he forces his way in<</if>>. Hammering on, your client fucks you relentlessly, using your hole solely for his own pleasure. Before long, you hear a large groan from behind you, the dick penetrating you, spasming against your internal walls briefly before you feel a warm wet feeling. A large load of cum deposited deep inside of you, your client spends a moment basking in the sensation before pulling out, a dribble of cum escaping your well fucked hole. Bending forward to give you a kiss on the cheek, your client pulls up his zip and leaves. The monotone voice again chimes from the speaker, <span class="neutral">"Job complete, allocated G.G.P are as follows"</span>.As you're travelling, a monotone voice chimes from a nearby wall-mounted speaker, <span class="neutral">"Trainee $firstName has been commissioned to perform penetrative sex"</span>. A woman approaches you, wearing a blouse and short skirt. Smiling, she proceeds to hitch up the hem of her skirt, tucking it into the skirts waistband, giving you a clear view of her needy slit. Taking hold of your hand and directing you up against a nearby wall, your client remains in front of you. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>You remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked and ready to use<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>You remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked and ready to use<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>You remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked and ready to use<<else>>You're already naked so don't need to get undressed, leaving you immediately ready to be fucked<</if>>. She <<if !$penis>><<set $timesVaginallyFucked += 1>>proceeds by pulling out a double ended strap on, working the internal dildo deep into her pussy, before buckling it up<<else>><<set $timesFuckedPussy += 1>>proceeds by running her hand up and down your <<checkPenis>> dick, taking a little time to fondle your balls, making sure you’re fully erect<</if>>.
Leaning back, you brace against the wall, ready for the rough fucking that’s about to begin. <<if !$penis>>She presses against you, her strap on cock penetrating you deeply in a single thrust. You moan, a moan not entirely of lust, however your client doesn’t seem to notice, lost in the moment as she pounds your cunt relentlessly, her hands on your hips, used to leverage her powerful thrusts. Before long, you hear a large groan from the woman, the dildo penetrating you, spasming against your internal walls, triggering your own orgasm, before you feel a warm wet feeling spurt from the end of it. That seems weird, you think, not expecting such a result from a dildo. A large load of something deposited deep inside of you, your client spends a moment basking in the sensation before pulling out, a dribble of the liquid escaping your well fucked hole.<<else>>She grasps at your shoulders, pulling herself up so that she’s riding on your cock, situated contained in her hot wet pussy. You moan, a moan not entirely of lust, however you client doesn’t seem to notice, lost in the moment as she bounces up and down on your dick. Before long, you hear a large groan from the woman, her pussy walls spasming around your <<checkPenis>> cock, triggering your own orgasm, depositing a large load of cum deep within her. Your client spends a moment basking in the moment, a dribble of cum leaking out of her well fucked hole as she pulls herself off of you.<</if>> Bending forward to give you a kiss on the cheek, your client pulls back down her skirt and leaves. The monotone voice again chimes from the speaker, <span class="neutral">"Job complete, allocated G.G.P are as follows"</span>.<<set $timesSuckedDick += 1>>As you're travelling, a monotone voice chimes from a nearby wall-mounted speaker, <span class="neutral">"Trainee $firstName has been commissioned to perform oral sex"</span>. A man approaches you, wearing a t-shirt and pants. Smiling, he proceeds to unzip his fly, afterwards fishing his cock out of his boxers. Taking hold of your hand and directing you to kneel down in front of him, you find yourself face to face with his average sized erect cock. You rest your hands on his thighs for balance, taking a moment before you service the man’s dick.
Leaning forward to flick your tongue across the head of his prick teasingly, before you begin sucking on it, beginning to give him the blow job he’s paying for. He tastes musky and manly, with a vague hint of salt, his masculine scent filling the air around where you service him. Circling your tongue diligently along the glans of his dick, you hear your client breathing heavily at your skilled job. His arms free, the man takes hold of the back of your head, pressing your face firmly forward further onto his hot cock, now grinding his crotch against your face. Before long you bring the man to a surging climax, drool splattered across your mouth, a large load of cum in your mouth which you quickly swallow down. Bending down to give you a kiss on the forehead, your client pulls up his zip and leaves. The monotone voice again chimes from the speaker, <span class="neutral">"Job complete, allocated G.G.P are as follows"</span>.<<set $diaperLocked = true>>Reaching out to grab your wrist, Aunt Mildred begins her lecturing, her disapproving glare keeping you too cowed to resist. <span class="female">"I’m very disappointed in you! Walking around, <<if ($currentUnderwear != "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper")>>without a diaper on<<else>>with such an over filled diaper<</if>>, what were you thinking?"</span>, not giving you time to respond she continues her fierce chiding of you, <span class="female">"You weren’t thinking that’s what. You instead, decided to act like a naughty little <<if $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> and not listen to what your Aunt Mildred told you. Well, if you’re not going to treat your diapers properly, I know exactly what to do with you"</span>.
Your wrist in her hand, practically being dragged by the displeased carer, you find yourself lead through the complex. Every so often, she stops to talk to people walking past who you don’t know. Loudly she mentions how badly behaved you’ve been, attracting a number of disparaging comments and dirty looks your way. Eventually however, you find yourself at what you assume to be your destination, Little Land Nursery.
Pulled inside, you’re quickly lead to a side room containing a large changing table, an extensive supply of diapers and diaper related products fill the rest of the small room.<<if $currentClothing != "Naked">> Seeing that you're clothed, your carer begins quickly divesting you of your $currentClothing, leaving it in a neat pile on the floor. <</if>><<if ($currentUnderwear != "Naked")>>Seeing your soiled $currentUnderwear, she takes a hold of it, pulling it down and off of you. Gingerly, she grabs your $currentUnderwear between her thumb and finger and tosses it into a nearby bin, smiling to herself as she does. <</if>>Patting her hand on the changing table, you <<if $submission >=0>>hop up, not wanting to invoke her ire anymore<<else>>hesitate momentarily before once again seeing her expression. Hopping up, you decide that this is probably better than any alternative she can think up<</if>>.
<<set $currentUnderwear = "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper">>Lying down on your back, you first feel the refreshing touch of a wet wipe glide across your crotch. After not too long, she grunts approvingly before collecting a $currentUnderwear from a nearby shelf. Shifting your <<checkAss>> bum up so she can slip it underneath you, she proceeds to rapidly fasten it up placing you in the fresh crinkling diaper.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/DiaperChangeClean.png]]</div>
Happy that your ordeal is over, you start trying to swing yourself around to get off the changing table. But, as you swing around you spot that in her hands Aunt Mildred has some sort of tablet with an antenna on top that she’s pointing straight at you. Out of nowhere, a voice from your crotch loudly announces, <span class="neutral">"Diaper Locking: Successful"</span>, an audible clicking sound occurring at its end. Moving your hands down you try to unfasten the tiny thin bindings on the sides of your $currentUnderwear, but to little effect.
<span class="female">"That’s not going to work. You were so disrespectful of your diapers that I’ve decided to lock you into one. If you want to have it removed you’ll need to show me just how well behaved you can be. As such, if you find yourself having accidents and I’m not around, you’ll need to come find me to give you a diaper change. I will however let you change between different diapers you own if you want to come and talk to me about it"</span>, lectures Aunt Mildred. Stopping momentarily, a thoughtful look on her face she continues, <span class="female">"I can’t however leave you in it all of the time, if I did the admins wouldn’t be happy. As a result, you’ll be able to remove it during anything facility sanctioned, but I wouldn’t recommend abusing that mercy, the facility doesn’t take kindly to people abusing the rules"</span>.
The shock of the development filling your mind, you offer no response. Smiling at your appearance of stunned acceptance, Aunt Mildred herds you out of the room. Then continues on to shepherd you out of the nursery entirely, back into the plaza outside<<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>, only stopping to help you back into your $currentClothing<</if>>. Pulling out of your shock, you find yourself alone, now locked into a diaper for who knows how long. Not a great day.Reaching out to grab your wrist, Aunt Mildred begins her lecturing, her disapproving glare keeping you too cowed to resist. <span class="female">"I’m very disappointed in you! Walking around in such an unclean diaper. That $currentUnderwear of yours would probably make you ill if you hadn’t had the treatment. Such behaviour cannot go unpunished, otherwise you’d never learn. You’ve left me no choice but to give you a spanking, maybe having your dirty diaper smacked against you will teach you your lesson"</span>. She punctuates the end of her lecture by giving you a preliminary spank, harshly contacting your <<if $diaperWettingPlay && $diaperMessingPlay>>urine and mess filled<<elseif $diaperWettingPlay>>urine soaked<<else>>mess filled<</if>> diaper, causing it squelch against your <<checkAss>> ass. The movement of your diaper releases a burst of foul smell, making you gag at how pungent it is.
Dragging you over to a nearby bench, many of your previous audience reassemble around her, ready for a continuation of their entertainment. Taking a seat, she proceeds to roughly pull you down across her lap. Your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> boobs<</if>> pressed uncomfortably against the bench. Around you, the watching crowd laugh as your <<checkAss>> bottom, clad in your $currentUnderwear waves temptingly in the air, about to receive its just reward.
<span class="female">"Now, I’m not cruel, but your punishment has to teach you your lesson, so that cute bottom of yours needs to be reddened. As such, I’m thinking that 20 spanks should be a fair amount, especially given that you’re padded. You can kick and cry if you need to, but no cussing, that will not be tolerated"</span>, narrates Aunt Mildred, the group of onlookers nodding and agreeing as she explains what is about to happen.
'Thud' comes the first of the strikes, merciless and unyielding. Loud squelches clearly audible to the crowd accompany it. Worst still, is the feel of your <<if $diaperWettingPlay && $diaperMessingPlay>>urine and mess filled<<elseif $diaperWettingPlay>>urine soaked<<else>>mess filled<</if>> pressing against you, making you messier than before beneath your diaper. The first strike wasn’t too painful, but the next hurts a lot more, shocking you a little in the process. Your bum aches from the ferocity of the strike. All the while the crowd are loving it, cheering and counting along with your embarrassment.
As the punishment proceeds things only get worse. The pain starts to build as previously struck points are struck again. The smell of your dirty diaper fills the air, causing a wave of harsh comments and coughs from the disgusted onlookers, even you are retching from the horrid fumes. Then of course there are the humiliating sounds as your dirty diaper slaps against your bum, truly letting your crowd know just how much unclean the inside of your diaper is. But truly worst of all, the continued humiliation is making you incredibly aroused. Inside your $currentUnderwear, your <<if $penis>>cock is rock hard and drooling pre-cum<<else>>cunt is drooling wet<</if>>, dirtying your diaper even more. <<if $submission >0>>Unable to maintain your composure you kick your legs and cry, wailing for mercy which is not forthcoming. Your tear and snot streaked face contorting on every painful contact.<<else>>You just about manage to maintain your composure, not wanting to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing you cry from your punishment. Sweat beads on your brow as you resist with all your might to not cry out from the painful contact.<</if>>
With one final burst of applause, your punishment comes to an end, Aunt Mildred praising you on what a good <<if $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> you were for taking your punishment. Reminding you that you needed to get your diaper changed soon or else you’d need to learn this lesson all over again. Stroking your poor diaper coated bum in an attempt to sooth its ache, you find very little relief. Pulling herself back up and you with her, she briefly dusts you off before making her leave with a wave goodbye. Leaving you alone with your stinging, diaper enclosed bum.<<set $timesPussyLicked += 1>>As you're travelling, a monotone voice chimes from a nearby wall-mounted speaker, <span class="neutral">"Trainee $firstName has been commissioned to perform oral sex"</span>. A woman approaches you, wearing a blouse and short skirt. Smiling, she proceeds to hike up her skirt, tucking the hem into the waistband, before taking hold of your hand and directing you to kneel down in front of her. Your hands rest on her thighs as you find yourself face to face with her wet and needy pussy.
Leaning forward to flick her clit with your tongue, you begin orally servicing the woman, her feminine juices quickly covering your face. She tastes sweet and girly, with a vague hint of salt, her hot scent filling the air around where you service her. Pumping your tongue diligently into her sopping wet hole, you hear your client breathing heavily at your skilled job. Her arms free, the woman takes hold of the back of your head, pressing your face firmly into her hot cunt, now grinding her pussy against your tongue. Before long you bring the woman to a surging climax, your face thoroughly covered in a thin layer of her fem cum. Bending down to give you a kiss on the forehead, your client straightens her skirt and leaves. The monotone voice again chimes from the speaker, <span class="neutral">"Job complete, allocated G.G.P are as follows"</span>.<<set $timesHandJob += 1>>As you're travelling, a monotone voice chimes from a nearby wall-mounted speaker, <span class="neutral">"Trainee $firstName has been commissioned to perform a hand job"</span>. A man approaches you, wearing a t-shirt and pants. Smiling, he proceeds to unzip his trousers, before taking hold of your hand and directing you towards the contents within them. You take hold of the man’s average sized dick, running your hand softly along it, feeling its firm heft, and engorged glands.
Thumbing the head, you begin masturbating the man, your hand down his boxers. Pumping the cock diligently, you hear your client breathing heavily at your skilled job. His arms free, the man embraces you in a hug, hands stroking your back, whilst he lays a trail of kisses up your neck. Before long you bring the man to a surging climax, your hand thoroughly covered in thick masculine smelling cum. With one last kiss on your cheek, your client zips up his pants and leaves. The monotone voice again chimes from the speaker, <span class="male">"Job complete, allocated G.G.P are as follows"</span>.<<set $timesHandJob += 1>>As you're travelling, a monotone voice chimes from a nearby wall-mounted speaker, <span class="neutral">"Trainee $firstName has been commissioned to perform a hand job"</span>. A woman approaches you, wearing a blouse and short skirt. Smiling, she proceeds to loosen her skirt, before taking hold of your hand and directing you towards the contents within them. Your hand trails across her slippery labia, wet and engorged with need, her little clit firm and needy.
Thumbing her clit, you begin masturbating the woman, your hand down her panties. Pumping your fingers diligently into her sopping wet hole, you hear your client breathing heavily at your skilled job. Her arms free, the woman embraces you in a hug, hands stroking your back, whilst she lays a trail of kisses up your neck. Before long you bring the woman to a surging climax, your hand thoroughly covered in a thin layer of feminine-smelling juices. With one last kiss on your cheek, your client retightens her skirt and leaves. The monotone voice again chimes from the speaker, <span class="neutral">"Job complete, allocated G.G.P are as follows"</span>.Beaming with pride, Aunt Mildred coos, <span class="female">"Of course my little diaper bum. You’ve been such a good <<if $pronoun == 1>>girl<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>boy<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>baby<<elseif $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> by coming to me. Let’s get that smelly diaper of yours all dealt with"</span>.
Taking your hand she leads you over to the high set changing table, helping you up onto it. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>Seeing that you're clothed, your carer begins taking off your $currentClothing, leaving it in a neat pile next to you on the table. <</if>>Ready to begin, she guides you down until you’re lying down, cooing and shushing you kindly, praising your good behaviour. Laying down on your back naked, you wait patiently as Aunt Mildred gathers all the supplies she needs.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/DiaperChangeClean.png]]</div>
Returning, she starts by undoing the bindings on your diaper. Your <<if $penis>>cock<<else>>pussy<</if>> now fully on display, is greeted by the sensation of fresh air upon it, the cold making you shiver slightly. Seeing your discomfort, your carer presses her face against your belly, blowing a raspberry against it jokingly. The surprise tickling sensation forcing you to break out laughing.
Seeing that you’ve relaxed, she continues by pulling the used diaper off of you. In response to the sudden smell that emanates from it, Aunt Mildred wrinkles her nose, before laughing, <span class="female">"I guess my little cutie really did need a change. Don’t worry, your Aunt Mildred will make all the icky mess go away"</span>.
Throwing your soiled $currentUnderwear into a nearby diaper bin, she proceeds to grab a fresh $currentUnderwear, a box of wipes and a shaker of diaper powder, placing them on the changing table next to you. To start with, she cleans your <<if $penis && $vagina>>penis, vagina and ass<<elseif $penis>>penis and ass<<else>>vagina and ass<</if>>, thoroughly wiping them down with the wet wipe. The whole time she acts incredibly professional, making no sexual overtones.
Finally determining that you have been thoroughly cleaned up, she continues by spreading a fresh coat of baby powder across your crotch and ass. Explaining to you that she doesn’t want you to get an uncomfortable rash down there. Smiling reassuringly, Aunt Mildred coos, <span class="female">"Good <<if $pronoun == 1>>girl<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>boy<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>baby<<elseif $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>>"</span>, as she proceeds to fit the new $currentUnderwear onto you. Scooting your bum up so she can slip in on under you. After that, all she needs to do is finish taping up your diaper and you’re done.
As she finishes, she looks at you expectantly. <span class="female">"What do good little diaper <<if $pronoun == 1>>girls<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>boys<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>babies<<elseif $femininity >=0>>girls<<else>>boys<</if>> say when someone takes such good care of them?"</span>.
<span class="female">"Thank you, Aunt Mildred"</span>, you whisper. A proud smile beaming at you from your carers face.
Your diaper change complete, you’re [[helped down off the changing table|Little Land Nursery Changing Room]].Nervously you approach your carer Aunt Mildred. Hoping to catch her in a good mood, so that she’ll remove the weird lock she’s applied to your diaper.
<span class="player">"Hi, Aunt Mildred. Could you unlock me from my diaper?"</span>, you ask.
<span class="female">"Well sweetie, I’m not sure whether you deserve to be let off your punishment. You’re stuck in your diapers to learn to appreciate them better. So, have you learned to appreciate them yet?"</span>, she asks condescendingly, as if lecturing a small child.
<span class="player">"Sure"</span>, you reply, wondering whether that’ll be enough for her.
<span class="female">"I’m not so sure"</span>, she answers smugly, <span class="female">"If you truly appreciated your diapers then I don’t think you’d ask me to remove them. Though I might be wrong, maybe if you asked me real nice like a good little <<if $pronoun == 1>>girl<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>boy<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>baby<<elseif $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> I might let you out of them early"</span>.
Do you:
[[Ask her nicely|Little Land Nursery Accept Diaper Unlock][if($submission<=96){$submission += 4;}else{$submission = 100;};]]
[[Give up on getting your diaper unlocked|Little Land Nursery Decline Diaper Unlock][$diaperPunishmentLevel +=1; if($submission>= -98){$submission -= 2;}else{$submission = -100;};]]Taking your hand, Aunt Mildred moves you into the center of the room, before wandering out of the room briefly, leaving you on your own. Coming back a moment later, she carries a tablet computer in her hands, a long antenna sticking out of the top of it. She taps the screen a couple of times, though what she’s doing you can’t see from your position.
<span class="female">"All done"</span>, she says with a smile.
You do a double-take, not sure you believe that it really could be that simple. Deciding it’s best to make sure, you ask, <span class="player">"Are you sure? I didn’t see anything"</span>.
Walking over to you, she slips a hand on your diaper. You momentarily hear the sound of peeling as if someone is undoing one of the sticky tape bindings, before you feel a pressure as she pats it back down.
<span class="female">"Yep, all fine. What did you think was going to happen? Some sort of light show or warning siren? Nope, I just told the facility AI to let you out and she passed the message on to your trainee account. Everything should be fine, well, as long as you don’t cause any more trouble and make me lock you back in them at least. So, remember not to be a naughty diaper bum and you’ll be fine"</span>, lectures Aunt Mildred as she passes back out of the room, tablet in hand.
Your diaper unlocked, you find yourself [[standing in the nursery changing room|Little Land Nursery Changing Room]]<span class="female">"Of Course, my little diaper bum. As long as you want to try out different diapers I'm more than happy to help you. I'll just quickly swap them over for you sweetheart"</span>, responds Aunt Mildred to your request.
Taking your hand, she guides you over to the center of the room. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>Seeing that you're clothed, your carer begins taking off your $currentClothing, leaving it in a neat pile on the changing table. <</if>>Proceeding quickly, she begins undoing the tape on your diaper, seemingly having no issues with the diaper locking. The bindings undone, she removes the diaper, putting it in a nearby diaper bin.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/DiaperChangeClean.png]]</div>
Your <<if $penis>>cock<<else>>pussy<</if>> now fully on display, is greeted by the sensation of fresh air upon it, the cold making you shiver slightly. Seeing your discomfort, your carer smiles reassuringly at you, before retrieving the new $currentUnderwear. Having you spread your legs a little, balancing by placing a hand on her shoulder to steady yourself, she starts to adjust the new diaper onto you. Taping it up, you’re now left standing in nothing but your $currentUnderwear. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>Quickly getting redressed, your diaper swap has come to an end.<</if>>
<span class="female">"Is my sweet diaper <<if $pronoun == 1>>girl<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>boy<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>baby<<elseif $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> happy with their new one? Don’t worry if you want to swap it or need a change, your Aunt Mildred is here to take care of you"</span>, coos your carer as she watches on smiling.
Your diaper swap complete, you’re left [[standing in the changing room in your new diaper|Little Land Nursery Changing Room]].<span class="player">"No"</span>, you say. Unwilling to debase yourself any further in your attempt at getting your diaper unlocked.
You immediately regret your decision when you see the angry expression plastered across Aunt Mildred's face. <span class="female">"Well, it seems like we have a stroppy little baby here. Trying to cry and whine until I let you out of your punishment. That is extremely naughty. In fact, I think it's naughty enough that I'll remember it for later. Now run along before I have to give you a good spanking"</span>.
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.
Chastised you find yourself [[standing in the nursery changing room|Little Land Nursery Changing Room]]Your desire to get your diaper unlocked greater than your desire to not be humiliated, you decide to make the apology. Your shoulders sagging, you get ready to convince your ‘carer’, hoping that she won’t make you grovel too much. Seeing your body slump in defeat Aunt Mildred looks on pleased, happiness at her victory evident in her confident stance.
<span class="player">"I’m sorry that I didn’t respect my diapers enough. I should wear them when I need to and come to you if I need any diaper changes. Please can you unlock them for me now?"</span>, you say, your heart not really in the prompted apology.
<span class="female">"It’s a start, but I didn’t really feel it. How about you try it again, but this time you do a little voice at the same time. That’ll prove to me that you’re sorry and that you’re getting used to your new situation"</span>, states Aunt Mildred in response.
You’ve gone this far already, and you don’t want to anger her further. So, you follow through with her orders, taking a moment to compose the sweet childish voice she expects. <span class="player">"Pwease Aunt Miwdwed, I’m Sowwy that I made you angwy. I’ww wear my diapews wike you wanted, and if I need them changed I’ww come find you. So, pwease can you wet me out of them now?"</span>, making sure to emphasise your list point with the cutest face you can muster.
Aunt Mildred beams with pride at your response, obviously happy with your effort. <span class="female">"Of course dear, I’ll get around to it straight away. Don’t get upset, Aunt Mildred is here to look after you, she only gets cross because she wants the best for you. Now let’s get those diapers unlocked. Oh, but I’ll need you to pay up 200 G.G.P too, it’ll help you remember to repeat your mistakes"</span>. <<if $ggp <200>><br><br>You nervously point out that you don't have enough money to make the deal with her. Heaving a loud sigh, your carer tells you that she'll let it slide this time, but that you need to start behaving before it's too late.<</if>>
Do you:
<<if $ggp <200>> [[Get your diaper unlocked|Little Land Nursery Get Diaper Unlocked][$diaperLocked = false]]<<else>>[[Pay Aunt Mildred the 200 G.G.P|Little Land Nursery Get Diaper Unlocked][$ggp -=200; $diaperLocked = false]]<</if>>
[[Decline the new deal to have your diaper unlocked|Little Land Nursery Decline Diaper Unlock][$diaperPunishmentLevel += 1]]You stride confidently towards your intended destination, taking a short detour through the facilities main shopping plaza on your way. There’s no reason you shouldn’t take a quick look while you’re near, you think to yourself, smiling at how smart you’re being at managing your time.
The siren song allure of window shopping, draws you away from your self-praise. Expensive boutiques full of sexy clothing have you practically salivating as you look at their displays through the shop windows as you walk past. Tiny panties, short miniskirts that would barely cover anything, pink strappy tops and some of the most adorable shoes you’ve ever seen drag a series of Ooo’s and Aaa’s from your mouth as you’re ever more amazed by the wondrous clothes on offer. Still, you have places you need to be, so you pull yourself away, turning back to take one last longing look at the beautiful collection of garments.
That’s when you see it. In a shop window, framed with dazzling fairy lights is a mannequin wearing one of the most adorable dresses you’ve ever seen. Pink beads and gems cover it, light sparkling off of them like a lighthouse in the mist. The short, shoulder less dress has a deep cut in between where the wearers breasts would sit, leaving little to the imagination. It’s bottom section is comprised of a poofy thin pink material that’s practically see through, letting anyone looking at it see the crotch of the wearer. Best of all is the middle section, beautifully embroidered with the words <span class="bimbo">"Bimbo Princess"</span>.
…
<span class="male">"Excuse me, but you’ve been kissing my store window for the last half an hour. Are you okay?"</span>, asks a squat balding man, his hand patting your back. Your brain feels woozy and you can’t remember what exactly was happening. Before you is an extremely amazing dress, the window protecting it smeared with spit as if someone has been licking it passionately.
<span class="bimbo">"The Dress"</span>, is all you can manage, it’s tempting call already pulling your mind back towards it.
<span class="male">"It really is a beauty isn’t it. Sadly, it’s a special commission so it’s not for sale"</span>. Your face immediately turns downcast, looking at the store owner forlornly as he announces that you’ll never experience wearing your dream dress. Seeing the look of utter sadness upon you, he thinks for a second before continuing, <span class="male">"Though, I suppose if you had the next couple hours free and wanted to work for me. Then I could let wear it in the shop window as a living mannequin. I could even pay you a little for your time"</span>, he offers trying to console you.
Do you:
[[Accept the offer|Bimbo Accept Mannequin]]
[[Decline the offer|Bimbo Decline]]You stride confidently towards your intended destination, taking a short detour through the facilities main recreational plaza on your way. There’s no reason you couldn’t stop for a quick drink while you’re near, you think to yourself, smiling at how smart you’re being at managing your time.
A chorus of laughter shakes you from your thoughts. Turning, you see a small group of young women, all dressed in cute pink outfits. That is except one, who is instead dressed in absolutely nothing but a wedding vale. A small board she wears, attached by a rope around her neck like a large necklace, reads <span class="bimbo">"Bimbo Wife In Training"</span>. As you continue to stare, the three other girls, start taking turns spanking their nude friend's ass. The whole time the group, including the one getting her bum reddened, are laughing and joking about it all, having a lot of fun from the looks of it.
Seeing you watching, one of the women in pink wanders over to you smiling. <span class="bimbo">"Hey. Like, my friend is getting married tomorrow, and we spotted you watching us. And, well, we were wondering if you wanted to like tag along. We’ve got some awesome plans to hit the local clubs and stuff. Should be totally the best. So, you like, want in?"</span>.
You take a moment to think, vaguely remembering that you had something to do, somewhere to be. However, a faint feeling in the back of your mind reminds you that you need to have fun. Not sure what to do, you look over at the assembled gaggle of bimbos, the remaining two ladies in pink taking turns to passionately make-out with their soon to be married friend.
Do you:
[[Accept the offer|Bimbo Accept Clubbing]]
[[Decline the offer|Bimbo Decline]]As you pass through the recreational plaza you lose your balance as something knocks into the side of you. Looking up, you see a cute girl with short dark hair, two floppy dog ears resting atop of it. A long tongue licks you across the face as the girl woofs merrily. Despite her small size, pressed on top of you and delivering a barrage of licks, you have trouble getting her off of you.
<span class="female">"Down Sassy!"</span>, yells a distinctly feminine voice from outside your sight.
The dog girl lets up, letting you see your saviour. Before you stands another girl, wearing a cute maids outfit. Poking out of the top of her bright red hair are a pair of cat like ears. Looking the two of them over more, you notice they both have tails, swishing behind them. The dog girl seems to be wearing nothing at all, other than a collar with, <span class="female">"Sassy"</span>, written on a tag hanging from it. As you observe them, the cat girl, a leash in hand, clips it onto her charges collar.
Looking worried, the cat girl comes up to you, <span class="female">"I’m sorry about Sassy, she slipped her leash and has gone on a licking frenzy it seems. She’s lovely really, just a little naughty at times"</span>.
The whole time, the dog girl just stands there with her tongue out, a serene look across her face. Accepting the apology, the cat-girl seems extremely relieved, obviously concerned that this could have become trouble if someone complained. Thanking you for your understanding, she makes her way off, tugging the meandering dog-girl along with her. The last you see as the walk away is the dog girl moving her hands up to where the leash was clipped on, her tail wagging enthusiatically.As you pass through the recreational plaza you hear a wet spluttering sound. Turning to your right, you spot a man, openly urinating against a wall. Confused, you tilt your head, wondering if there’s more to what’s going on than you can currently see. Shifting around, you finally get a full picture of the scene.
Chained to the wall, kneeling in a sort of porcelain basin is a girl. Or at least, they look like a girl, a tiny cock poking out, making you quickly re-evaluate your assumption. A sign next to them reads, <span class="neutral">"Public Urinal: Punishment Sentence"</span>. All the while you’re assessing the situation, a line of guests take turns pissing on the chained traps chest and face. Hot rivulets of piss running down their long brunette hair.
Queuing up, you wait for a couple more clients before finding yourself looking down upon the piss drenched captive. The stench of urine is pungent, and makes you cough for a moment, making you feel only more sorry for the them.
<span class="player">"Are you okay?"</span>, worried for about the pretty traps’ state.
It takes a moment, but they look up at you, a weak smile shining through layers of dried piss, <span class="female">"I’m okay thank you. My mistress wasn’t very happy with my behaviour, so she sent me here. I was bad, so now I’m making it up for her by taking my punishment like a good girl should"</span>.
With the gurl okay, and wanting to be there, you can’t think of anything else to say. Nodding empathetically at the public toilet, you walk away, not wanting to linger much longer. As you step away, you hear the same spluttering as what drew you in at first as the next client makes use of the urinal.As you enter the lift, on your way to your destination, you have company. A large suited man, carrying in his arms a much smaller girl. The girl is probably only just about 5-foot-tall, though her height is hard to tell from her position. What’s more, she’s entirely naked except for a leather band around her neck.
You select your destination on the elevator panel, and lean back against the wall, eyeing up the large man and his slave-girl. Smiling, he nods at you before going back to watching the girl in his arms. Now you can see her more clearly, she being sound asleep, loud snores emanate from her. You have to stifle a laugh at how so small a girl produces such un-feminine sounds, worried that you might wake her.
The entire journey, the girls master cuddles her against his chest, occasionally leaning down to lay a quick kiss on her forehead. All in all, its rather adorable to watch, the man obviously caring a lot about his submissive. As your floor comes and you leave, you take one last look back at them, receiving another appreciative nod from the large man.
You wonder about the two of them and their sweet relationship as you head on towards your intended location.
<<include [[Travel To End]]>><<addToFurniture "Giant teddy bear">>Looking through a catalogue on a stand you see a list of possible changes that can be made to your room here at the facility. Looking through the furnishings section, eventually, you find just the cutest giant teddy bear and write out its code. Your purchase selected, you bring the order slip to the shops counter.
[img[TRCimgs/Shop Items/Receipt.png]]
<span class="bimbo">"Like, oh my god. I have a picture of it on my tablet here and it’s … well huge. Like, totally adorbs too, so you’ve got my blessing. But, still … like, wow. It’s just so fluffy"</span> Tilly giggles, as she finishes processing your order.
With your purchase complete you [[return to shopping|Shop Stock]]<<addToFurniture "Neon unicorn painting">>Looking through a catalogue on a stand you see a list of possible changes that can be made to your room here at the facility. Looking through the furnishings section, eventually, you find a memorising neon painting of a unicorn, and write out its code. Your purchase selected, you bring the order slip to the shops counter.
[img[TRCimgs/Shop Items/Receipt.png]]
<span class="bimbo">"It’s so beautiful. Like I could watch it all day. I think I might even have one, but my brain feels all tingly for some reason. It’s super cute though. Plus, like, who doesn’t love unicorns?"</span> Tilly giggles, as she finishes processing your order.
With your purchase complete you [[return to shopping|Shop Stock]]Growing up is always difficult. Even more so when you’re poor.
Your parents always tried their best, buying you knock-off dolls and second-hand dresses whenever they could afford to. Money was always stretched. Your father worked odd-jobs whenever he could find them, whilst your mother looked after you and the home. Sadly, as technology grew out of hand and menial jobs became increasingly replaced with automated services, monetary woes for your family only grew greater.
You were twelve when your family moved into government issued housing, unable to maintain the payments for your old apartment and out of any other options. At first this seemed like a good change, your father was going to be around more which you loved. However, quickly reality struck back, hard. You had to move, leaving behind all your old friends behind. The kids you met in your new neighbourhood were a lot less friendly, endlessly bullying you as a "rich-little-princess" because of the dolls and dresses your parents had worked so hard to afford you. Whilst they could no longer manage to find the money for pretty clothes, or new toys for you, the nickname still stuck.
Friendless, you drifted through school, trying your best to make something of yourself. Dejectedly, you soon came to realise that your new teachers just didn’t care, considering all of you already marked for a life of government assistance. In the end, this proved to be a self-fulfilling prophecy, not a single one of your classmates passed the basic education certificate. Unlike them however, you were also alone.
Between the cruel nickname, the teasing and your appearance, you remained a virgin. Appearance altering technology was becoming all the rage as you passed through education, but like most things was way outside the realms of affordability for you. You would never consider yourself ugly, but without good food, exercise equipment or transformation procedures your appearance was somewhat unkempt. Basic issues, like excess body hair and slightly too rough skin, ensured that you were unable to find a good partner.
With no other options, you did the one thing you could. You signed on for government assistance, getting yourself placed in a mouldy old government run tenement building.<<if $startGender == true>><<include [[Male Background]]>><<else>><<include [[Female Background]]>><</if>>
All of which lead you to [[where you are now|Background Involuntary]].Growing up is always difficult. Even when you have every opportunity.
Your parents were well off, affording you all the toys you wanted growing up. Money was always easy for you. Both your parents worked as lab technicians for a large developing cosmetic surgery company. With the growth of technology and automation, these were some of the few truly secure jobs available. Leading you ever further into affluence.
You were twelve when your family moved into an upscale, gated neighbourhood. At first you were disappointed that you were going to be leaving all your old friends behind. But your parents took great effort to point out that your new friends would be much better, being able to give you the leg-up to a prosperous future. The kids you met in your new neighbourhood didn’t seem to get that message and were a lot less friendly. You were endlessly bullied, your neighbours and classmates calling you a "dirty-smelly-poor-kid" because of your families only recent claim to riches. As a result, you became more reclusive, playing games and watching tv as much as possible to avoid having to interact with them.
Friendless, you drifted through school, not finding the motivation to really apply yourself. Dejectedly, you soon came to realise that your new teachers were just as mean as the other students, considering you to be no better than a homeless person as "new-money". In the end, this became your downfall. As your classmates passed the basic education certificate, you alone failed it, much to all their glee. Furthermore, unlike them you were also alone.
Between the cruel nickname, the teasing and your appearance, you remained a virgin. Appearance altering technology was becoming all the rage as you passed through education, but despite working in the industry your parents were adamant that you not get any. You would never consider yourself ugly, but without the motivation to properly exercise, or access to transformation procedures, your appearance was somewhat unkempt. Basic issues, like excess body hair and slightly too rough skin, ensured that you were unable to find a good partner. Not that there were many available, as all too often your rich neighbours were already betrothed to other families.
Your parents were supportive but firm. You needed to stand on your own two feet if you were to survive. With no other options, you did the one thing you could. You signed on for government assistance, getting yourself placed in a mouldy old government run tenement building.<<if $startGender == true>><<include [[Male Background]]>><<else>><<include [[Female Background]]>><</if>>
All of which lead you to [[where you are now|Background Voluntary 1]].You find yourself in front of your giant furry friend. At over 7-foot-tall, the huge soft toy is certainly eye catching. In the shape of a traditional teddy bear, his snuggly belly is extremely inviting, ready for hugs or maybe something more if you were more inventive. As you look him over, you idly wonder whether he’d be comfy to sleep on given his giant soft form.
[img[TRCimgs/Bedroom/TeddyBear1.png]]
Finished interacting with your giant teddy bear, you find yourself <a data-passage="Room Hub">standing in your bedroom</a>. <<if $currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">><br><br>With your diapers on, looking at the soft belly of your giant stuffed friend, you get a brilliant idea.<<if $actionAmountCurrent >= $actionLimit>> Sadly, you're too tired to hump your teddy bear at the moment, maybe if some time passed you'd be ready to try again? <<else>> Do you, [[hump your teddy bear?|Room Giant Teddy Bear Secret Scene][$timesMasturbated +=1; $actionAmountCurrent +=1]]<</if>><</if>>You find yourself in front of your neon painting of a unicorn. Before your eyes the colours shift, indicating that this simple picture might be more than it appears. As you look upon it you feel peaceful, happy, maybe even a little … horny? But who wouldn’t be, unicorns are the best!
[img[TRCimgs/Bedroom/UnicornPainting.jpg]]
Finished interacting with your neon unicorn poster, you find yourself <a data-passage="Room Hub">standing in your bedroom</a>. <<if $bimboSkill >=1>><br><br>Looking deeply into the painting one last time, you feel like the image is moving, waving around rhythmically in front of you.<<if $actionAmountCurrent >= $actionLimit>> Thankfully, you're too tired to hypnotised by the painting at the moment, maybe if some time passed you'd be susceptible again? <<else>> Do you, [[stare longer at the painting?|Room Neon Unicorn Painting Secret Scene][$timesMasturbated +=1; $actionAmountCurrent +=1]]<</if>><</if>><<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>Rapidly shedding your clothes, leaving them in an untidy heap on the floor, you ready yourself for your cunning plan. <</if>>Taking hold of the teddy bear behemoth, you try to rub yourself against it, finding little purchase and unable to cause enough friction within your $currentUnderwear to pleasure yourself.
Undeterred by your early setback, you try to think of an alternative solution. That’s when the answer strikes you. You just need to knock the bear over so you can straddle him, like you were riding a horse. At first, your attempts are rebuffed, as you’re unable to pull over your giant friend. Eventually however, you manage to, racing into him and toppling him over with your momentum.
[img[TRCimgs/Bedroom/TeddyBear2.png]]
Now atop of him, you cuddle up to the giant soft toy, snuggling into your fluffy compatriot. Your legs dangling either side, you begin your rutting. Inside your $currentUnderwear your <<if $penis>>cock stands erect and needy, rubbing against the cushiony insides pleasurably<<else>>cunt is wet and needy, your clit rubbing pleasurably against the cushiony insides<</if>>. Picking up the pace in desperate need, you sink lower, your <<if $breastSize >0>><<checkBreast>> breasts<<else>>nude chest<</if>> rubbing sensually against the soft fur of your lovable friend.
Looking up into his black glass eyes and smiling face, you wonder if your furry partner is enjoying this as much as you are. You’re pretty sure, in your aroused state, that he probably is. Wrapping your arms around him as much as you can, embracing him affectionately, you push yourself towards climax with a series of exaggerated humps.
Stifling your moan by pressing your face hard into your teddy’s comfy chest, you finally reach your climax. <<if $penis>>Your dick spurting a healthy load of cum within the padded confines of your $currentUnderwear<<else>>Your pussy spurting a thick wave of fem cum within the padded confines of your $currentUnderwear<</if>>. Exhausted, you collapse into your soft toys extensive form, enjoying the feel of his fluffy coating against your tired body.
After resting up a little, you finally pull yourself up, spending the time to sit back up your cuddly lover. It’s difficult but you manage it eventually, finally finding yourself once again [[standing in front of your giant teddy bear|Room Giant Teddy Bear]].Staring deeply into the undulating neon unicorn, the odd peace only grows stronger. Pleasant tingling sensations spread out across your body, making you feel lighter than air. As the feeling grows in intensity, the corners of your vision start to darken eventually fading out your entire vision. As the light fades away, you faintly hear a voice whisper <span class="bimbo">"Yay! Unicorns are the best!"</span>
Abruptly you’re jostled back awake. All around you it’s dark. A large moon, high in the nights sky providing what little light there is. Surrounding you, only just visible in the moonlight is a field of tall grass tickling your legs as you’re whisked past it at some speed. That’s when you finally realise what’s happening.
Naked, you ride a sparkling white unicorn, majestically racing through the tall grass plains. Your <<if $penis>>hard cock<<else>>needy pussy<</if>> rubs enticingly against its beautiful back, proving you great pleasure as you rock back and forth. You close your eyes, lost in the movement, just enjoying this wonderous opportunity. It’s not every day you find yourself riding a mythical creature across the lands. You for a second have doubts about the situation, but in the end you can’t place what the problem is, so give up and return to your fun.
Neighing, your resplendent steed interrupts your thoughts, <span class="bimbo">"Our ride is almost complete $firstName. May we ride again into the endless expanse"</span>.
Awestruck, you respond <span class="bimbo">"Wow! Did you just talk!"</span>
<span class="bimbo">"No … I mean … Neigh"</span>, the unicorn answers, it’s final response more a result of onomatopoeia than the natural sound of a horse.
However, you have very little time to contemplate this oddity. All around you a rapturous sensation spreads once again, causing you to spasm in pleasure. The edges of your vision overcome by a bright swirling neon rainbow. As your entire world is finally consumed by the neon light, you finally hit the peak of pleasure, experiencing what you can only describe as a full body climax as you collapse into unconsciousness.
…
Waking, you find yourself on the floor in front of your neon unicorn painting. Between your legs lies one of your pillows, your <<if $penis>> flaccid cock<<else>>soaking pussy<</if>> resting upon it. You’re completely nude, a small pool of your fluids soaking through your comfy pillow, filling the air with the scent of sex. Exhausted, you can do little else but curl up with it in a bundle on the floor.
After resting up a little, you finally stand yourself up, spending a little time to put back your damp pillows. It’s doesn’t take long, and soon you find yourself once again [[standing in front of your neon unicorn poster|Room Neon Unicorn Painting]].<<if visited() <=1>>Travelling through the facility, you finally find yourself at your destination. Looking around, the clinical white tile walls and floor immediately remind you of why you’re here. Today you’re going to let someone test experimental procedures on you. Other than a locked cabinet, and a single large dentists’ style chair, the room is devoid of any further furniture. Slowly, you start to worry. Who knows what’s going to happen. Now you can only hope you get lucky in whatever outcome you receive, it’s entirely possible that you’ll receive a placebo, right? You’re broken from your thoughts as you hear the sound of footsteps on tiles.
Looking up, you’re pleasantly surprised to see the familiar face of Dr.Radcliff.
<span class="male">"Excellent, you’re already here"</span>, he smiles, checking a clipboard he carries with him.
<span class="player">"Why …"</span>, you start before being cut off.
<span class="male">"I’m here to conduct the experimental procedure today. You see, as your appointed doctor, it would be unseemly for me to let another doctor handle you. This way, I can keep an eye on you, and ensure that I know exactly whatever has happened to you as soon as whatever test is complete. Also, I have to admit, I prefer doing the lab tests to filing paperwork or checking scraped knees. I would have thought you’d be thankful to have me here, a calming presence to keep you reassured during the tests"</span>, Radcliff absentmindedly monologues, still reading the chart in his hand.
Finally looking up he continues, <span class="male">"Well, if everything is in order I’ll just need you to tell me what you’re willing to test today. We have a variety of tests available. From the mundane to the more … interesting. Of course, your pay is scaled based on severity, so keep that in mind"</span>.
<<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">><span class="male">"Oh, I almost forgot, you’ll also need to be completely nude. Wouldn’t want your clothes to get caught on anything or do you harm",</span> he adds as an afterthought. With little other choice now that you’re here <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>you're already naked so don't need to get undressed<</if>>.<</if>>
Being shown the chart on his clipboard, you see a list of possible experimental procedures you can apply for. But, how severe a treatment do you really want to let be conducted on you?
Do you:
[[Select mundane tests|Lab Testing Job Mundane Tests][$ggp +=100]]
[[Select minor tests|Lab Testing Job Minor Tests][$ggp +=200; if($radcliffRelationship<=98){$radcliffRelationship += 2;}else{$radcliffRelationship = 100;};]]
[[Select medium tests|Lab Testing Job Medium Tests][$ggp +=400; if($radcliffRelationship<=96){$radcliffRelationship += 4;}else{$radcliffRelationship = 100;};]]
[[Select extreme tests|Lab Testing Job Extreme Tests][$ggp +=600; if($radcliffRelationship<=92){$radcliffRelationship += 8;}else{$radcliffRelationship = 100;};]]<<else>>Travelling through the facility, you finally find yourself at your destination. Looking around, you once again see the clinical white tile walls and floor. Other than a locked cabinet, and a single large dentists’ style chair, the room is devoid of any further furniture. Already standing there, clipboard in hand is the familiar face of Dr.Radcliff.
"Excellent, you’re already here. We’ve already gone through it all last time, so I’m assuming I won’t need to brief you again", he smiles, checking the chart in his hand.
"Su …", you start before being cut off.
"Great, great. We’ve no time for that now, do we. It’s time to do some science, not read off dusty disclaimers", Radcliff absentmindedly monologues, still reading the chart in his hand.
Finally looking up, he continues, "Well, if everything is in order I’ll just need you to tell me what you’re willing to test today. We have a variety of tests available. From the mundane to the more … interesting. Of course, your pay is scaled based on severity, so keep that in mind".
<<if $currentClothing != "Naked" || $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>"Oh, I almost forgot, you’ll also need to be completely nude. Wouldn’t want your clothes to get caught on anything or do you harm", he adds as an afterthought. With little other choice now that you’re here <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>you're already naked so don't need to get undressed<</if>>.<</if>>
Being shown the chart on his clipboard, you see a list of possible experimental procedures you can apply for. But, how severe a treatment do you really want to let be conducted on you?
Do you:
[[Select mundane tests|Lab Testing Job Mundane Tests][$ggp +=100]]
[[Select minor tests|Lab Testing Job Minor Tests][$ggp +=200; if($radcliffRelationship<=98){$radcliffRelationship += 2;}else{$radcliffRelationship = 100;};]]
[[Select medium tests|Lab Testing Job Medium Tests][$ggp +=400; if($radcliffRelationship<=96){$radcliffRelationship += 4;}else{$radcliffRelationship = 100;};]]
[[Select extreme tests|Lab Testing Job Extreme Tests][$ggp +=600; if($radcliffRelationship<=92){$radcliffRelationship += 8;}else{$radcliffRelationship = 100;};]]<</if>>Selecting the lowest level tests on the list, just to be safe, you begin your session of being a test subject. Thankfully, it turns out that being a tester for mundane experiments is rather simple, in fact it’s rather nice most of the time.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Sex Scenes/NakedLabTest.png]]</div>
You start off by testing a series of minor cosmetics and skin care samples, none of which have any adverse effect. In fact, they seem to have no effect at all other than making your skin feel nice and refreshed. Seeing your look, Dr.Radcliff explains that the mundane tests are exactly that, mundane. It turns out that this level of tests is for things like food, drinks and cosmetics that they want to get feedback on, rather than actual procedures. He points out that he’d rather be conducting more interesting procedures, but that at the same time these tests make the facility a lot of money, of which he gets a cut for overseeing them.
The next couple of hours go by swimmingly. You’re pampered with various spa treatments, fed delicious foods, and given a weird glowing blue drink that you can only describe as amazing. Overall, not a bad way to make some money within the facility.
At the end of your time, Dr.Radcliff signs off the form he’s been filling out throughout your tests, and clips it further back within the confines of his clipboard. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" || $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>Handing you back your clothes<<else>>Everything complete<</if>> he smiles and tells you that you’ve done a good job today for science.
As you leave, a familiar monotone voice chimes, <span class="neutral">"Trainee $firstName has been awarded 100 G.G.P for assisting scientific research"</span>.
Your job here complete, you <a data-passage="Travel Back">travel back to your room</a>.Selecting the next to lowest level tests on the list, just to be safe, you feel relatively confident that whatever happens next shouldn’t be too bad. Taking a seat on the dentists' style chair as directed to by Dr.Radcliff, you watch as he opens the cabinet, rummaging through it noisily.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Sex Scenes/NakedLabTest.png]]</div>
Returning, he explains calmly, <span class="male">"Just a few minor serums to test on you. Most should be inert, so you shouldn’t see much change. We’re looking for more than anything to see if someone has messed up classifying these mixtures than their actual effects. Chances are, you’ll walk out of here just as you are now, just a little richer than you started"</span>.
Not giving you a chance to enquire, he <<print either("levels his hand in your direction, letting you see the ray-gun like device he’s holding. With a flash of bright light emanating from the end, you’re pretty sure that the testing has begun","quickly jabs you in the arm with a hypodermic gun, causing you to flinch at the stinging feeling. The look on his face hints he may be a tad regretful of his choice to be so direct", "pours a brightly coloured mixture from a beaker in his hand into your mouth. Coughing and spluttering a little from the sudden assault, you notice that the mysterious liquid actually tastes rather nice");>>.
The test now administered, all you can do now is wait to see if anything happens.
<<set $random = random(1,10)>><<if $random==1 && $hairLength <=6>><<include [[Lab Testing Job Minor Hair Growth]]>><<elseif $random==2 && $breastSize <=16>><<include [[Lab Testing Job Minor Breast Growth]]>><<elseif $random==3 && $assSize <=4>><<include [[Lab Testing Job Minor Ass Growth]]>><<elseif $random==4 && $femininity <=99>><<include [[Lab Testing Job Minor Increase Femininity]]>><<elseif $random==5 && $lipSize <= 2>><<include [[Lab Testing Job Minor Lip Growth]]>><<elseif $random==6>><<include [[Lab Testing Job Minor Hair Colour Change]]>><<elseif $random==7 && $thighSize <= 2>><<include [[Lab Testing Job Minor Thigh Growth]]>><<else>><<include [[Lab Testing Job Minor Nothing Happens]]>><</if>>
At the end of your time, Dr.Radcliff signs off the form he’s been filling out throughout your tests and clips it further back within the confines of his clipboard. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" || $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>Handing you back your clothes,<<else>>Everything complete,<</if>> he smiles and tells you that you’ve done a great job today for science and that he’s proud of you.
As you leave, a familiar monotone voice chimes, <span class="neutral">"Trainee $firstName has been awarded 200 G.G.P for assisting scientific research"</span>.
Your job here complete, you <a data-passage="Travel Back">travel back to your room</a>.<<set $hairLength +=1>><<set $hairStyle = "straight but slightly unkempt style">>You sit nervously, nothing else to do but worry about what’s going to happen to you. As the minutes roll by, you start to feel a tickling around your scalp. A spreading warmth indicates to you that something is happening to you head, more specifically, likely to your hair.
Your suspicions are confirmed, as before your very eyes, your hair starts growing out. The soft rub, as hair grows past your ears. makes you laugh out, unable to resist the sensation. All the while, Dr.Radcliff looks on intently, making copious notes on his clipboard.
In the end your $hairColour hair has now extending itself, leaving it <<checkHair>> in length. The downside is that your hair has also been messed up by the sudden growth, becoming unkempt and lacking a definitive style. Dr.Radcliff notes these changes with a smile, measuring them precisely before he’ll finally consider your session complete.You sit nervously, nothing else to do but worry about what’s going to happen to you. As the minutes roll by, you start to feel an odd stretching sensation within your chest. A spreading warmth indicates to you that something is happening to your chest, more specifically you think you’re likely <<if $breastSize ==0>>growing breasts<<else>>having your breasts expand<</if>>.
Your suspicions are confirmed, as before your very eyes you see the expansion of breasts, jiggling outward and gaining in mass. You run your hands over them to check them, causing you to moan out loud, unable to resist the pleasant sensation. Your soft mounds are extremely sensitive to your touch. All the while Dr.Radcliff looks on intently, making copious notes on his clipboard.
<<set $breastSize +=1>>In the end, upon your chest now sit a pair of <<checkBreast>> boobs. Dr.Radcliff notes these changes with a smile, measuring them precisely before he’ll finally consider your session complete. Before he’s finished, he has also ordered changes of clothing to accommodate your new size to be sent to your room.<<set $assSize +=1>>You sit nervously, nothing else to do but worry about what’s going to happen to you. As the minutes roll by, you start to feel an odd stretching sensation from your behind. A spreading warmth indicates to you that something is happening to your bum. Not wanting to put pressure on it during a change, you roll over, sticking your ass up in the air.
Your suspicions are confirmed, as before your very eyes you see the expansion of your buttocks, jiggling outward and gaining in mass. You run your hands over them to check them, causing you to moan out loud, unable to resist the pleasant sensation, your soft bum extremely sensitive to your touch. All the while Dr.Radcliff looks on intently, making copious notes on his clipboard.
In the end you are now the proud owner of a <<checkAss>> sized ass. Dr.Radcliff notes these changes with a smile, measuring them precisely before he’ll finally consider your session complete. Before he’s finished, he has also ordered changes of clothing to accommodate your new size to be sent to your room.<<if $femininty >=96>><<set $femininity =100>><<else>><<set $femininity +=5>><</if>>You sit nervously, nothing else to do but worry about what’s going to happen to you. As the minutes roll by, you start to feel an odd tingling all over. A spreading warmth indicates to you that something is happening to you though what it is you cannot tell. Not wanting to cause any issues, you try and sit as still as possible.
Your suspicions are confirmed, as before your very eyes you see your entire frame look daintier, subtle changes to your body making you look all the more feminine. You run your hands over each other to check them out, causing you to moan out loud, unable to resist the pleasant sensation. Your soft skin seems extremely sensitive to your touch. All the while Dr.Radcliff looks on intently, making copious notes on his clipboard.
In the end you now feel decidedly more feminine. Dr.Radcliff notes these changes with a smile, measuring them precisely before he’ll finally consider your session complete.You sit nervously, nothing else to do but worry about what’s going to happen to you. As the minutes roll by, you wonder if anything is going to happen at all. By the thirty minute mark, you still haven’t seen any results and Dr.Radcliff seems to be getting bored. Looking over at him, tapping his shoe and re-reading the clipboard for the twentieth time, you clear your throat.
<span class="male">"Something should have happened by now if the serum was active. I thought that one might have been active. Oh well, I guess we still got to do some research. I suppose we can just have a sit down until then, maybe chat a bit"</span>, he responds, once again more to himself than directed at you.
So, in the end nothing happens. Instead you and Dr.Radcliff spend the next couple of hours making small talk. There are certainly worse ways you could be making money, you think to yourself during a lull in the conversation.<<set $lipSize +=1>>You sit nervously, nothing else to do but worry about what’s going to happen to you. As the minutes roll by, you start to feel an odd stretching across your lips. A spreading warmth in your face indicates to you that something is happening to you, and if you had to guess you’d probably put money on it happening to your mouth, though what it is exactly you cannot tell.
Your suspicions are confirmed as the stretching sensation only increases, your lips feeling heavier than they once did. You run your tongue over each of them to check them out, causing you to moan out loud, unable to resist the pleasant sensation. Your soft lips seem extremely sensitive to your touch. All the while Dr.Radcliff looks on intently, making copious notes on his clipboard.
In the end, when the transformation is settled, you now have <<checkLips>> lips. Dr.Radcliff notes these changes with a smile, measuring them precisely before he’ll finally consider your session complete.Before you, the screen changes, flickering as if something had corrupted and broken. Mismatched lines of colour streak across the screen, making you worry that something has gone badly wrong. Giving it a hard tap on the side, the tablet returns to somewhat normal, a strange new interface now in view.<<if $inventory.indexOf(" R&D Department key card") != -1>><<removeFromInventory " R&D Department key card">><<addToInventory "R&D Department key card">><br><br>A pop-up message on the screen announces that your key card has been fixed. A small apology from the programmer who produced it accompanies the declaration, thanking you for your patience in dealing with the fix.<</if>>
<b>Cheat Menu</b>:
G.G.P = $ggp |[[Add 100 G.G.P|Cheat Menu][$ggp +=100]]|[[Add 1000 G.G.P|Cheat Menu][$ggp +=1000]]|[[Add 10,000 G.G.P|Cheat Menu][$ggp +=10000]]|[[Set G.G.P to 0|Cheat Menu][$ggp =0]]
<<if $submission >= 0>>Submission = $submission<<else>>Domination = <<set $domination = 0-$submission>>$domination<</if>> <<if $submission >= 0>>[[Increase Submission|Cheat Menu][if($submission < 90){$submission += 10;}else{$submission = 100;};]]|[[Decrease Submission|Cheat Menu][$submission -= 10]]|[[Max Submission|Cheat Menu][$submission = 100]]|[[Min Submission|Cheat Menu][$submission = 0]]<<else>>[[Increase Dominance|Cheat Menu][if($submission > -90){$submission -= 10;}else{$submission = -100;};]]|[[Decrease Dominance|Cheat Menu][$submission += 10]]|[[Max Dominance|Cheat Menu][$submission = -100]]|[[Min Dominance|Cheat Menu][$submission = -1]]<</if>>
<<if $femininity >= 0>>Femininity = $femininity<<else>>Masculinity = <<set $masculinity = 0-$femininity>>$masculinity<</if>> <<if $femininity >= 0>>[[Increase Femininity|Cheat Menu][if($femininity < 90){$femininity += 10;}else{$femininity = 100;};]]|[[Decrease Femininity|Cheat Menu][$femininity -= 10]]|[[Max Femininity|Cheat Menu][$femininity = 100]]|[[Min Femininity|Cheat Menu][$femininity = 0]]<<else>>[[Increase Masculinity|Cheat Menu][if($femininity > -90){$femininity -= 10;}else{$femininity = -100;};]]|[[Decrease Masculinity|Cheat Menu][$femininity += 10]]|[[Max Masculinity|Cheat Menu][$femininity = -100]]|[[Min Masuclinity|Cheat Menu][$femininity = -1]]<</if>>
Time of day = <<checkTime>> |[[Early Morning|Cheat Menu][$time = 1]]|[[Noon|Cheat Menu][$time = 3]]|[[Late Afternoon|Cheat Menu][$time = 5]]|[[Late Evening|Cheat Menu][$time = 7]]
Number of complaints against you = $numberOfComplaints |[[Reset complaints|Cheat Menu][$numberOfComplaints =0]]|[[Maximise complaints|Cheat Menu][$numberOfComplaints = 5]]
Current action limit = $actionLimit |[[Increase action limit|Cheat Menu][$actionLimit +=1]]|[[Decrease action limit|Cheat Menu][$actionLimit -=1]]<<if $diaperWettingPlay || $diaperMessingPlay>><br>Diaper Punishment Level = $diaperPunishmentLevel |[[Reset diaper punishment level|Cheat Menu][$diaperPunishmentLevel = 0]]|[[Maximise diaper punishment level|Cheat Menu][$diaperPunishmentLevel = 5]]<</if>><<if $abdlTrainer>><br>ABDL Trainer Punishment Level = $abdlTrainerPunishment |[[Reset ABDL Trainer punishment level|Cheat Menu][$abdlTrainerPunishment = 0]]|[[Maximise ABDL punishment level|Cheat Menu][$abdlTrainerPunishment = 5]]<</if>><<if $diaperSkill >0 && $diaperMessingPlay>><br>Diaper Messiness Level = $diaperMessCounter |<<if $diaperMessCounter == 0>>Minimum diaper messiness<<else>>[[Decrease diaper mess level|Cheat Menu][$diaperMessCounter -= 1]]<</if>>|[[Increase diaper mess level|Cheat Menu][$diaperMessCounter += 1]]<</if>><<if $diaperSkill >0 && $diaperWettingPlay>><br>Diaper Wetness Level = $diaperWetCounter |<<if $diaperWetCounter == 0>>Minimum diaper wetness<<else>>[[Decrease diaper wetness level|Cheat Menu][$diaperWetCounter -= 1]]<</if>>|[[Increase diaper wetness level|Cheat Menu][$diaperWetCounter += 1]]<</if>><<if $lactationPlay && $lactating>><br>Alter lactation level (current stored = $lactationLevel ml) |[[Empty lactation|Cheat Menu][$lactationLevel = 0]]|[[Half-fill lactation|Cheat Menu][$lactationLevel = $lactationCap/2]]|[[Fill lactation|Cheat Menu][$lactationLevel = $lactationCap]]<</if>>
[[Return to options menu|Options]]You stride confidently towards your intended destination, taking a short detour through the facilities main recreational plaza on your way. There’s no reason you couldn’t stop for a quick dance on the way through, you think to yourself, smiling at how smart you’re being at managing your time.
That’s when you smell some of the prettiest aromas you’ve ever encountered. Following your nose, you arrive in front of a small, yet exceedingly pink kiosk. A wide array of makeup and perfume sits in front of you temptingly, each enticing you to investigate them. Deciding that you have a bit of spare time, you begin spritzing a flowery scent on your wrist, sighing merrily as you sniff its feminine scent.
…
Looking up, you spot the stalls owner, a pretty woman wearing a sexy nurses outfit. Her short blonde hair perfectly frames a smiling face, expertly painted with makeup. You momentarily wonder if you should have asked before testing practically every perfume on display, though soon conclude that good perfume is meant to be shared so your actions are obviously in the right.
<span class="bimbo">"Like. Hey! Nice to meet you. They smell amazing, don’t they? You look really awesome already, but we have these free makeover sessions available if you want one. They are just the best thing ever"</span>, giggles the nurse, nonchalantly squeezing her prominent breasts together as she speaks.
Awestruck by the kind offer, you exclaim, <span class="bimbo">"Wow! But, like how do they manage to give away awesome free stuff?"</span>. The question more rhetorical than anything.
<span class="bimbo">"Like, they get paid by the facility for everyone who they work on. But, like, I only pick the best people too so you’re still super special. You’ll get some spa time, then you’ll get a full body massage. We have some really hunky guys who do the massages too, I bet you’ll love it. Then at the end, we have this photo guy who does like … he finds model as a job. He normally is willing to pay really good money too, and I bet it’d be super fun. So, you want the session?"</span>
You take a moment to think, vaguely remembering that you had something to do, somewhere to be. However, a faint feeling in the back of your mind reminds you that you need to relax and look after yourself. Not sure what to do, you look over at the smiling bimbo saleswoman, her excited grin motivating you to make a decision quickly.
Do you:
[[Accept the offer|Bimbo Accept Makeover]]
[[Decline the offer|Bimbo Decline]]Of course you want to be pampered. A makeover, an awesome massage, maybe even some photos to remember your spa trip with. What more could you ask for?
Accepting the offer, you find yourself jumping up and down with glee, hand in hand with the bimbo nurse, <span class="bimbo">"You’re super lucky. I’m so jealous. I only get to go like twice a week. You’re going to have such an awesome time. Like, well have to do this together some time, I bet they’d totally be up for that"</span>.
Whisked away, too excited to pay much attention, you chat with your new friend about all the options that you’ll have available to you. Before you realize it, you’re in a lavish looking spa, like you might expect in an expensive resort. Checking you in, she gives you a goodbye hug before leaving, pointing out that she has to go back to working the stall.
Following directions, you end up passing through a set of rooms, <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>removing your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>removing your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>removing your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>already naked, the checking in process is much quicker<</if>>. Now nude except a towel, your pampering begins.
You’re given a face mask, and a tasty and very healthy sounding drink. Experts paint and buff your nails as you lounge about, being waited on by nude muscular men. After your face mask is finished, you’re then given a beautiful make-over, your face looking practically unrecognisable by the skilled labour. All the while your tired feet are massaged and pedicured. As you drift off for a quick nap, you note that you could really get used to being treated like this.
…
Blinking, you realise you’re no longer where you were before. Now lying on your front. A soothing pressure on your back answers your query. Turning your head languidly, you spot another buff, and totally nude, male spa worker. His huge hands pushing out the knots and kinks from your obviously overworked form. It just feels so nice. You can really understand why your nurse friend was so jealous of you getting to come here. Unable to keep yourself awake, the whole experience just too tranquil, you once again succumb to slumber.
…
Pushing yourself up, more to stretch out than to actually get up, you notice that your massage has come to an end. Rolling your shoulders, you spot just how limber you now are, your body practically tingles with a post massage glow. Standing to one side is another muscled man, his rippling biceps glistening in the light. However, unlike the others, this man actually has some clothes, though that might be an overstatement. A pair of tiny skin-tight shorts and a camera hanging from a strap around his neck, being all that he wears.
<span class="male">"Hey sleepyhead. I work for the spa"</span>, he announces, as he looks you over. <span class="male">"You look amazing. I’m guessing you’re feeling great too, what with falling asleep and everything. Don't worry, you're not the only client I've found so relaxed that they end up taking a nap. My job around here is to get the best photos possible, so of course I had to come and beg you to be my model. The pay is great, and think about how much you’ll enjoy having a memento of your spa trip to look back at. I guess what I’m saying is, will you be my muse"</span>, his voice husky and seductive. The look on his face, is one of undisguised lust as he takes in your naked form.
Do you:
[[Accept the offer|Bimbo Accept Makeover Modelling][$ggp += 150]]
[[Decline the offer|Bimbo Decline]]Nodding your head enthusiastically, you agree. <span class="bimbo">"Yay! I’m going to be a sexy super model"</span>, you cheer, striking exaggerated poses as you day-dream about what’s about to happen.
<span class="male">"Yes, my wonderous beauty. I have a feeling they’ll be unable to look away from you. I can’t resist a moment longer, I must start now. Soon the world will celebrate your splendour"</span>, his honeyed tone and compliments pulling a tittering laugh from your mouth. Everyone appreciates compliments, right? As you contemplate that question, you watch as he starts to ready his camera.
<span class="bimbo">"So, ehm, like. Where are all the pretty clothes you want me to wear?"</span>, you ask, confused by his apparent readiness to start.
<span class="male">"Haha. A funny joke you’ve made, my resplendent muse. Of course there are no clothes, what sort of a man would I be to deny this view to the world"</span>, the muscled photographer laughs, a good-natured smile across his face.
<span class="bimbo">"Like, of course. I’m glad you think my joke was funny. And, you know, that you think I’m super hot and stuff"</span>, you giggle. Now that he’s pointed it out, it does seem silly to think that you’d be modelling clothes, being naked is way more fun.
With that out of the way, you begin your journey into modelling. Your photographer is extremely supportive of you. Forgiving your mistakes instantly, and complimenting your successes. He constantly, smiles and offers tips to you on what sort of poses will look best. It’s tough work, who would have known that being a famous model would be so much effort, though the thought of seeing yourself up on a billboard pushes you through the minor cramps and moments of fatigue. You do have a little issue with paying attention, repeatedly getting swept up in admiring the man’s glistening muscles, but who could blame you for that.
Letting the camera hang loosely again, he hums, <span class="male">"You’ve already made 150 G.G.P for your work. I’m sure that your beauty will entice even those business CEO’s with the coldest of hearts, and of course will set their lusts aflame. However, if my muse would be willing to do some, more risqué shoots, I could make you a worldwide sensation in half the time. So, are you willing to make a masterpiece today?"</span>.
As he finishes, you hear a nearby wall terminal interrupt, <span class="neutral">"Trainee $firstName has been awarded 150 G.G.P, for nude modelling"</span>.
Do you:
[[Agree to more modelling|Bimbo Accept Makeover More Modelling][$ggp += 300; $timesAnallyFucked += 1]]
[[Decline doing more modelling|Bimbo Accept Makeover End Modelling]]Calling an end to your modelling session, you sit down with your photographer. He discusses his plans for the finished pictures, talking about all the different clients he has who’d be willing to buy them. In particular, he has some cosmetics and healthcare brands in mind, who he thinks would love to plaster your beautiful image all over their products. The prospect of your face being synonymous with some of the world’s leading health and beauty brands has you so excited you’re dancing with joy.
But, then he starts talking about boring stuff. Turns out not only will it take maybe months for your images to get picked up and used, but also, he wants to talk to you about stupid legal stuff. You don’t pay much attention, instead more pre-occupied with watching him flex his arms as he picks up prints and documents to show you. His muscles look chiselled and sculpted to perfection, constantly shining with a healthy glimmer. You start to ponder whether his physique is natural, or maybe the result of extensive body modification. Either way, it’s impressive.
Mindlessly signing the documents he puts in front of you, you wonder why this dumb part is necessary at all.
<span class="male">"That’s all perfect. Thanks, my beautiful muse, for letting me spread your splendour to an undeserving world. The forms are largely unnecessary, seeing as your rights are rather lessened due to your captive state. But, I prefer to be exact, I wouldn’t want a divine wonder such as yourself to be disappointed in my work"</span>, his words slow and syrupy as he praises you.
You giggle as he takes your hand, laying a delicate kiss upon the back of it. <span class="male">"Till we meet again, my resplendent muse"</span>.
Finally taking your leave, you slowly amble out of the spa, saying goodbye to everyone you’ve met during your session as you go. Thinking back on today, you’re rather happy with how things went. You got to smell some pretty perfumes, got pampered by a first-class spa, and even got paid by a muscle-bound flirt to be a, hopefully, world class model. Though you did have somewhere to be, didn’t you?
Unsure where you're supposed go, or what you're supposed to be doing, you decide to [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]].Excitement once again flaring, you agree fervently. You wonder, what sort of silly person would ever turn down such an amazing offer. Momentarily, you wonder what ‘more risqué’ means, but if it makes you famous, does it really matter?
Helping you back up onto the massage table, such that you’re kneeling atop of it. He places a finger on your <<checkLips>> lips, and then whispers in your ear, <span class="male">"Wait here, my wonderous divine. Close your eyes, and promise not to peak. I want to catch your visage the moment I show you the surprise I have prepared for you"</span>.
You close your eyes, looking forward to your surprise. The possibilities flood your mind, will it be pink and cute, or will it be sexy … oh, or will it be sex.
Squeaking wheels pique your interest even further, even more unsure what it could be. Opening your eyes, unable to resist the temptation any longer, your eyes go wide in surprise and awe. Sitting before you is a sex machine, but that’s not even the best part, it’s bright pink and covered in sequins. Well, except for the knobbly dildo on the end of it, that’s just cute and glittery, which is probably for the best.
<span class="male">"I knew you’d love it my beauty"</span>, he laughs as he takes photos of your captivated face, <span class="male">"This tool of rapturous pleasure is all for your enjoyment. I wish to capture your moment of absolute bliss, so that it may be preserved for the ages"</span>.
Still enthralled by the pink device, all you can think to say is, <span class="bimbo">"It’s amazing … it’s so pretty I want to cry"</span>.
As you continue to fantasise about the wonderous sex toy, your photographer friend starts to wheel it up behind you. Helping you to prepare for the incoming intrusion, he applies a liberal amount of lube to his finger, running it delicately in and out of your puckered hole. You groan happily on your hands and knees, about to experience that pink beauty up your back passage.
Pulling apart your <<checkAss>> bum cheeks, he slowly starts threading the dildo into your rear. At first it meets a little resistance, more due to the nub across its surface, but the large amount of lube makes the invasion both simple and pleasurable. Flipping a switch, the machine springs to action, slowly pistoning into your depths. All the while, he takes photos of your blissful look, and drooling <<if $penis>>cock<<else>>pussy<</if>>.
The sensations are intense, the pretty pink dildo actually warm to the touch, making it feel all the more real. Though, in truth, it’s probably better than the real thing, what with the knobbly bumps and its much cuter appearance. No longer even thinking about the photos, or of modelling, your entire world is focused on the amazing feelings of being rammed in the bottom. Your whole body hot from the exhausting fun.
Standing in front of you, your friend the photographer catches your moment of orgasm, your face contorted in a look of pure ecstasy. Moving quickly, he even catches the point where your <<if $penis>>dick<<else>>lady hole<</if>> sprays a large burst of fluids down onto the table beneath you. Utterly wiped out, you lean forward, resting your head and closing your eyes, the aftershocks of orgasm still rolling through you.
As he pulls the dildo from your rear with a squelch, he whispers encouragingly to you, <span class="male">"You did such a supreme job today. Your look of true happiness as you found orgasm will be a known across the world. No one will be deprived of your splendour, my muse"</span>.
Exhausted, you start to plan what [[you're going to do next|Bimbo Accept Makeover End Modelling]].As you pass through the dormitory main room, you hear a high pitch voice cry out in frustration. Curious, you look over, trying to locate its source. It takes you a moment to spot the tiny figure, lying face first on the floor. You probably would have missed them entirely, if not for the large black cat tail whipping around wildly. Taking a closer look, you notice that the girl is wearing a full sexy maids outfit, complete with frilly head dress, a pair of cat like ears sprouting atop of her short-cut brown hair. Her tiny hands beat against the floor, as she sulks and tantrums.
Now closer, you can just about make out her carpet muffled complaints, <span class="female">".. s’not fair. Every time! Every single time! Why is everyone so mean to me. I’m cute, aren’t I? So how come I get boring cleaning duty. Riley is a good cat-girl, just wants people to love her, why do they keep being so cruel to her. I’ll never be done in time for the party"</span>.
Standing there, you realise you have two choices. Either, you can try to help the poor kitten, a bit of cleaning wouldn’t be too difficult, would it? Or, you could leave her be, it’s not like you know much about what’s going on here, however distressed she seems.
The question is, do [[you want help her|Dorm Hub Cat Maid Help]]?Tapping her on the shoulder, <span class="player">"Hey, I’m $firstName. Are you okay?"</span>.
Startled, the hair on her tail stands on end, her wails only growing louder, <span class="female">"Riley is sorry. Please don’t report me. I’m already going to be in so much trouble. S’not even my fault, they only ever seem to put me on cleaning duty, then they get all complain-ey about me not being able to do it all. They’re so cruel to me"</span>. All the while, you notice a hitch in her voice, assessing that she’s probably crying too.
Shushing her in an attempt to calm her down, you respond, <span class="player">"It’s okay, I’m here. No need to get upset, I’ll give you a hand if you tell me what you need to do"</span>.
Looking up, her eyes tinged with red, mascara running down her cheeks, she answers dumfounded, <span class="female">"What? No one ever helps me. You really want to help me out?"</span>. Watching for your reply, she looks even more stunned as you nod your assent. <span class="female">"It’s really boring, you sure you want to help me? You’re willing to actually stay, and give me a hand, no tricks right?"</span>. Seeing you nod again, she slowly starts to smile, <span class="female">"You’re the best person ever. Everyone but you is mean and evil. You’re now Riley’s best friend"</span>.
With what you can only describe as feline agility, she springs from her position on the floor, her tiny frame wrapped around you in a tight embrace. She actually purrs, as she nuzzles her cheek against your chest. Her head <<if $breastSize ==0>>rubs up and down against your pecs, sniffing in your scent as she goes<<else>>rubs up against your <<checkBreast>> breasts, knocking them about playfully and sniffing loudly<</if>>.
Coughing to bring her attention back, she looks up slightly bashfully, <span class="female">"Riley needed to smell her new best friend to make sure they smelled right. Riley thinks you smell great, so it’s okay. I’ll show you how to help. Then, I can go to the party, and all the other cat-girls will be jealous about how awesome I am, and I can tell them all about my best person friend"</span>.
Letting go of you, she quickly runs off, picking up a nearby holder of cleaning supplies. It turns out the work really isn’t that hard at all. In fact, when you think about it, you wonder why Riley wasn’t just working through it in the first place. Though, her overly emotional reactions might be part of the reason. As you work, she continues to heap praise upon you, whilst occasionally complimenting herself, or making catty comments about the other cat girls.
You discover that the cat-girls mostly operate out of a café in the facility, also doing some maid work on the side. The accredited cat-girls are all fiercely competitive, and the waitressing jobs are what they compete over the most. Every day they have a party, during which they show-off and brag to each other about how great they are, trying to talk their way into those most prized jobs. Riley, it seems, is upset because one of the cat-girls in charge keeps putting her on maid duty around when the party is supposed to happen, making her get all the worst jobs. To hear that the cute cat-girls have so much infighting is a bit surprising, though Riley assures you that it’s only really between some of the cat-girls, and they’ve to be extra nice to other people or they get the bad jobs anyway.
Finally complete, Riley looks at you, awe evident in her eyes. <span class="female">"You’re the best person ever. I’d never have made it on time without you. If I had more time I’d make it up to you so hard. But, I’ve gotta get to the party. Riley needs to let everyone know how great her new best person is. Then, they’ll have no choice but to make Riley boss cat-girl, and everyone will snuggle me and give me stuff. You need to do your part too, tell everyone that your best friend Riley is cutest cat-girl too. But I know you will, you’re the greatest person I’ve ever met"</span>.
Giving you one last enthusiastic hug. She packs her supplies up and leaves, a happy spring in her step. As the cat-girl skips off merrily, you find yourself left [[standing outside of your dormitory room|Dorm Hub]].You select the 'other options' option, and the screen changes into a list of available facility sanctioned usages of your time, along with their descriptions.
<b>Other Options</b>:
[[Choose to go for a walk|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Walk Main']] - Go for a relaxing walk and get a little exercise. Note: please do not try to look for escape opportunities during sanctioned walking time.
<a data-passage="Auction Introduction Voluntary">Send yourself to auction</a> - <b>Warning! This is the last thing you'll ever do in the facility. Make sure you're ready to leave forever before you choose to do this.</b>
[[Back to tablet main screen|Use Tablet]]Before you, the screen changes, offering you a selection of choices, allowing you to configure your experience with in the facility to your preferences.
<hr><b>Sexuality Selection</b> - <i>allows player to gate sexual preference content</i>:
<table>
<tr>
Interested in everyone (default) <<if $sexualPreference == 0>><<radiobutton "$sexualPreference" "0" checked>><<else>><<radiobutton "$sexualPreference" "0">><</if>>
</tr>
<tr>
Interested in only women <<if $sexualPreference == 1>><<radiobutton "$sexualPreference" "1" checked>><<else>><<radiobutton "$sexualPreference" "1">><</if>>
</tr>
<tr>
Interested in only men <<if $sexualPreference == 2>><<radiobutton "$sexualPreference" "2" checked>><<else>><<radiobutton "$sexualPreference" "2">><</if>>
</tr>
<tr>
No choice mode (player has no choice when selecting client gender in jobs and encounters) <<if $sexualPreference == 3>><<radiobutton "$sexualPreference" "3" checked>><<else>><<radiobutton "$sexualPreference" "3">><</if>>
</tr>
</table><hr><b>NPC Trainers</b> - <i>trainers will give periodic tasks and attempt to push players into their associated fetishes, fighting against their orders may lead to punishment and impromptu game-over’s</i>:
<table>
<tr>
<<if $abdlPlay || $diaperMessingPlay || $diaperWettingPlay>>ABDL/Diaper content trainer <<if $abdlTrainer>><<checkbox "$abdlTrainer" false true checked>><<else>><<checkbox "$abdlTrainer" false true>><</if>> - <i>Note: ABDL trainer will only train associated fetishes that have been selected by player</i><<else>>none<</if>>
</tr>
</table><hr><b>Miscellaneous options</b>:
Involuntary TF Mode <<if $involTFPlay>><<checkbox "$involTFPlay" false true checked>><<else>><<checkbox "$involTFPlay" false true>><</if>> - Normally TF-based random encounters will allow players to escape them, with this selected you will have no escape option
Increasing Upkeep Mode <<if $increasingUpkeep>><<checkbox "$increasingUpkeep" false true checked>><<else>><<checkbox "$increasingUpkeep" false true>><</if>> - Normally, daily player upkeep costs remain relatively low, but with this mode active players will face the clock as their upkeep costs continue to climb ever higher (+100 G.G.P every 5 days)
Include seasonal encounters all year round? <<if $seasonalEvents>><<checkbox "$seasonalEvents" false true checked>><<else>><<checkbox "$seasonalEvents" false true>><</if>>
Mobile Mode <<if $mobileView>><<checkbox "$mobileView" false true checked>><<else>><<checkbox "$mobileView" false true>><</if>> - Removes image based menu, allowing in game navigation for mobile users
<hr><b>Pronoun Selection</b> - <i>allows player to choose their personal pronoun - not all NPC’s will use it, but some will</i>:
<table>
<tr>
Standard pronouns (default) <<if $pronoun == 0>><<radiobutton "$pronoun" "0" checked>><<else>><<radiobutton "$pronoun" "0">><</if>> (based on player appearance)
</tr>
<tr>
Feminine pronouns <<if $pronoun == 1>><<radiobutton "$pronoun" "1" checked>><<else>><<radiobutton "$pronoun" "1">><</if>>
</tr>
<tr>
Masculine pronouns <<if $pronoun == 2>><<radiobutton "$pronoun" "2" checked>><<else>><<radiobutton "$pronoun" "2">><</if>>
</tr>
<tr>
Gender neutral pronouns <<if $pronoun == 3>><<radiobutton "$pronoun" "3" checked>><<else>><<radiobutton "$pronoun" "3">><</if>>
</tr>
</table>
<<button [[Submit Details|Options]]>><</button>>As you pass through the main shopping plaza, on your way back to your room, you are approached by a tiny brunette girl, with piercing green eyes. Her boobs aren’t huge, but they’re still perky, cute even, if you had to describe them. She looks around nervously, perhaps out of embarrassment for her outfit, if you can even call it that. Her top and skirt are each more comparable with belts than actual clothing, leaving very little to the imagination. Around her neck she wears a leather collar, announcing her as Tiffany-Faye Games. For some reason, the name rings a bell but you’re not sure why, maybe the cute girl has a website or something you wonder. Clutched tightly in both hands, is a canvas shopping bag, a naked girl and the facilities logo printed across it.
Whispering shyly, she starts, <span class="female">"Hi. Um … you don’t think that … maybe … could you please look after my bag? I’ve just got some … really nice chocolate, and … I need to go to the toilet. I … don’t want the chocolate to get ruined with toilet smell. So, please … would you? I can even … share if you want"</span>.
Holding the bag out towards you, she looks around hastily. She’s shaking a lot, though it’s hard to tell if it’s due to her shy demeanour, or if she just really needs to use the toilet.
But do you trust this shy girl enough to [[hold her bag?|Travel Back Wrongful Punishment Accused]]
<<include [[Travel Back End]]>>Nodding your agreement, the girl passes the bag to you, <span class="female">"Thanks … I’ll be right back, then we can share"</span>.
Rushing off in a hurry, the tiny brunette disappears out of sight. Thankfully, you don’t have anywhere to be, so you continue to wait, not going too far so that shy slave-girl can find you again. As you wait, you start to notice that there’s a few more guards patrolling than normal, their distinctive body armour making them easy to spot.
A particularly large one storms over to you, grunting, <span class="male">"Excuse me <<if $femininity>0>>ma’am<<else>>sir<</if>>, but we’ve had reports of stolen goods. A high-end confectionary store, has had some very expensive merchandise stolen, and has asked us to scour the area for any signs of it. I’m going to need see inside your bag to confirm your innocence"</span>.
Without any wait, he grabs the bag from out of your hands, rummaging through it with a large padded hand. Whilst you can’t see the man under his heavy-duty helmet, you can almost feel the smirk on his face, your heart dropping in the process as you realise what has happened. Clipping the bag to his belt, he continues.
<span class="male">"Seems you do know about that stolen chocolate. Trainees need to be well-behaved around here. Stealing is an especially serious offence, given the monetary circumstances of your stay. Do you have any last words before I pull you over for some public punishment?”</span>.
With very few options at your disposal, caught with a bag of stolen goods by the facilities guards. You really only have two options. Either, you accept what is happening, or you try and convince the guard what really happened.
Do you:
<<if $sexualPreference == 3 && $nonConPlay>>[[Plead your innocence|Travel Back Wrongful Punishment Accept Fate]]<<else>>[[Plead your innocence|Travel Back Wrongful Punishment Plead Innocence]]<</if>>
<<if $nonConPlay>>[[Accept your fate|Travel Back Wrongful Punishment Accept Fate]]<<else>>[[Accept your fate|Travel Back Wrongful Punishment Plead Innocence]]<</if>>You open your mouth, ready to respond but find yourself interrupted by the guard, <span class="male">"It’s not going to do you any good. I’ve caught you with the evidence, there’s no use arguing"</span>.
As he takes your arm, steering you away, you begin to worry about what is going to happen to you, all for a crime you didn’t commit. Why would anyone steal high-end chocolates of all things? Your train of thought is brought to an abrupt stop, as you look up to spot a tall suited man, dragging a familiar collared brunette towards you and your escort.
Holding onto her ear, the man calmly states, <span class="male">"I believe there has been a big mistake. My dear Tiffany seems to have gotten it into her head to surprise me with chocolates. As a thank you present, she says. She seems to have stolen them, though now I know, I’m more than happy to pay for them to make this whole situation go away. Don’t worry, she is still in a lot of trouble for this stunt. As to the poor <<if $femininity >0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> she left holding the bag, I’m more than happy to pay compensation regarding them too"</span>.
The formerly shy girl, despite his painful grip on her ear, continues to wriggle about, making whining sounds, <span class="female">"It’s not my fault. Thought I’d paid. Plus, it was meant as a gift, so no one should be cross with me. In fact, maybe I could get some chocolate to make up for …"</span>.
Looking down at her, her master firmly says, <span class="male">"Wombats"</span>. Upon hearing the word, you spot the girl stop struggling, her eyes glazing over with lust. Her master letting go her, she turns around, leaping into the air and wrapping her legs around the mysterious man. Hugging him tightly, and rubbing her crotch against him as she humps him wildly, her master wraps his arms around her to support her weight.
<span class="male">"I think my sweet Tiffany has had enough excitement for today. Have a nice day, and sorry for all the trouble"</span>, finishes the mysterious figure, walking away. Looking perplexed, the guard letting go of your arm, nods his head for you to leave.
A monotone chime announces, as you pass a nearby wall terminal on your way out, <span class="neutral">"Trainee $firstName has been awarded 100 G.G.P, as an apology for misunderstandings"</span>. Well, it could have ended worse you suppose.
<<set $ggp += 100>><<include [[Travel Back End]]>>You open your mouth, ready to respond but find yourself interrupted by the guard, <span class="male">"It’s not going to do you any good. I’ve caught you with the evidence, there’s no use arguing"</span>.
As he takes your arm, steering you away, you begin to worry about what is going to happen to you, all for a crime you didn’t commit. Why would anyone steal high-end chocolates of all things? Your train of thought is brought to an abrupt stop, as you look up to a small stage, a set of padded stocks atop of it.
Brought up atop of the stage, you gulp nervously. Swiftly, you find yourself affixed into the confines of the stocks, your <<checkAss>> bum sticking out behind you, as you balance awkwardly in a bent over position. Looking out across the shopping plaza, you notice a small crowd gathering to watch your punishment, electronic signs promoting, <span class="neutral">"The punishment of $firstName $secondName: Shoplifting"</span>.
After a small crowd amasses, tiredness from the strenuous position beginning to sink in, you hear the guard announce, <span class="male">"Greetings guests and staff. We’re here today to punish a trainee who has committed a severe breach of our rules. As recompense, they will soon receive a selection of corrections for your amusement"</span>. The last statement, is punctuated by a stinging thud to your <<checkAss>> rear.
Stepping forward to show you the instrument of your pain, the guard holds before you a short leather riding crop. Thwacking it against his gloved hand, your nervousness starts to show again, anticipating what’s going to happen next. At least you’re not left too long to wonder, as the guard begins to rain blows down across your <<checkAss>> ass. All the while, the crowd cheers, and counts along, keeping a tally of humiliation and pain.
The pain builds, and your face reddens in response, everything feeling cloudier and just a little too warm. Funnily enough, you’re also starting to feel the tell tail signs of arousal building, as each blow starts becoming tinged with pleasure. Noticing the change, the guard steps back in front of you, now holding a hefty looking paddle in hand, that gives you new cause for concern.
However, the blow never comes. Instead, dragged in front of you, on stage, is the tiny brunette from earlier, a tall suited man leading her along.
Holding onto her ear, the man calmly states, <span class="male">"I believe there has been a big mistake. My dear Tiffany seems to be the one responsible for all this. As soon as she let slip what really happened I came right over here to put a stop to this. Don’t worry, Tiffany is in a lot of trouble for this stunt. As to the poor <<if $femininity >0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> she left holding the bag, I’m sure Tiffany is very sorry, and I’m more than happy to pay compensation towards them"</span>.
The formerly shy girl, despite his painful grip on her ear, continues to wriggle about, making whining sounds, <span class="female">"It’s not my fault. I was honest about it and everything. Plus, it’s not my fault someone got blamed for it. In fact, maybe I could get some chocolate to make up for …"</span>.
Looking down at her, her master firmly says, <span class="male">"Wombats"</span>. Upon hearing the word, you spot the girl stop struggling, her eyes glazing over with lust. Her master letting go her, she turns around, leaping into the air and wrapping her legs around the mysterious man. Hugging him tightly, and rubbing her crotch against him as she humps him wildly, her master wraps his arms around her to support her weight.
<span class="male">"I think my sweet Tiffany has had enough excitement for today. Have a nice day, and sorry for all the trouble"</span>, finishes the mysterious figure, walking away. Looking perplexed, the guard puts down the paddle, before letting you out of the stocks. Finally, he nods his head for you to leave, a groan of disappointment breaking out across the crowd as he does.
A monotone chime announces, as you pass a nearby wall terminal on your way out, <span class="neutral">"Trainee $firstName has been awarded 200 G.G.P, as an apology for misunderstandings"</span>. Well, it could have ended worse you suppose, as you stroke your sore bum.
<<set $ggp += 200>><<include [[Travel Back End]]>>Travelling through the facility, you finally find yourself at your destination. Looking around, you find yourself in an unremarkable corridor, the only feature which stands out is a bank of touch screen terminals. Taking a closer look, they seem to hold lists of trainee names, sorted by the miscellaneous tasks they’re undertaking.
<span class="neutral">"Trainee $firstName $secondName has started task: relaxing walk. Please return to your dorm room when finished. Have a good day"</span>, chimes a familiar monotone, as before your eyes, your name crosses the screen, and is added to the appropriate list.
But, what will you do now? Are you really going to go for a walk, or do you have other plans?
Do you:
[[Have a nice normal walk|Walk Normal]]
[[Look for a way to escape|Walk Escape Attempt][$numberOfComplaints +=1; if($submission >= -95){$submission -= 5;}else{$submission = -100;};]]Escape is the best option, and you aren’t going to find a way out just by sitting around and hoping for one. Deciding that you very little choice otherwise, you endeavour to use your free time to look for a way out. Who knows, maybe you can figure a way to leave with a guest, or sneak out a staff entrance.
With your plans in mind, you begin your 'walk'.
Making your way through a plethora of extremely similar corridors, many containing twists and bends that make very little sense to you, you start to worry just how viable escape really is. With the vast amount of staff and guests within the facility, you would assume that exits must be plentiful, but reality doesn’t seem to agree. Further, even when you think you’ve figured out a route through the facilities far reaches, you quickly find yourself wrong, unable to keep track of any route.
Worst of all are the little scuttering robots, many of them short and disk like in design. You’re sure that at one point a few of them were following you, as if they were wise to your intentions. Though, maybe that’s just paranoia speaking, those tiny robots seem mostly to be involved with cleaning duties, there are more than enough cameras and guards to spy on you without their help.
At the end of a few hours, you realise you are no closer to finding an escape. The facility just doesn’t seem to make any sense in a geographical sense, you notice in your frustration. And what was with all the robots following you, is the facility just playing games with you? Whatever the answer, you feel you’re not going to find the answer on this walk, maybe next time.
<<include [[Walk End]]>>Deciding that you’d rather just have a nice wander around the facility. You set off in no particular direction. Who knows, maybe you’ll stumble over something interesting.
<<set $random = random(1,2)>><<if $random==1>><<include [[Walk Normal Nothing]]>><<elseif $random==2>><<include [[Walk Boob Ray Guest Main]]>><</if>>Wandering around the facility, you see quite a lot. Though, nothing of any note to you, or your situation. Passing through a confusing maze of corridors, you find a weird mixture of locations. Included in your finds are; a couple of beautiful indoor gardens, a corridor filled with paintings, a glass corridor surrounded by an aquarium, and a corridor that would feel more at home in a zoo, a collection of strange animals separated by only the glass walls.
It’s all rather surreal. Though it’s kind of fun when you get used to it. Regular drink coolers, and complimentary snack machines, keep your energy up as you explore, all offering a selection of tasty treats. On top of which, with no pressure on you to perform in any way, you can take a seat and enjoy whatever oddities you find.
After taking a short break, lying down in a comfortable patch of grass in a warm, well-tended garden, you realise that it’s probably time to head back towards your room. Whilst you aren’t sure how you found yourself in the garden, you manage to quickly find your way back, almost as if the corridors were changing to get you back sooner.
At the end of your walk, you’re none the wiser over the layout of the facility. But, at least you had a nice relaxing walk, and enjoyed yourself, and really, that’s what matters.
<<include [[Walk End]]>>Waking up, you immediately realise something isn’t right. Even before you open your eyes, you can tell that everything is too cold for you to be in your bed. On top of that you’re not lying down like you’d expect, in fact you’re sat up.
Opening your tired eyes, instead of your bedroom, you see a small, drab, grey room. In front of you, sits a desk, manned by an officious looking man in a business suit. His short stature, and glasses, do nothing to make the man any less intimidating, as he watches you menacingly over the rim of his coffee cup. Though, that might be in part due to your abrupt and startling wake-up. Noticing you’re strapped down to a metal chair, it seems someone isn’t taking any chances.
<span class="male">"I see you’ve awoken, <<if $femininity >0>>Miss<<else>>Mr<</if>> $secondName. My name is rather irrelevant, but I’m Mr Stein, one of the management staff here at ‘The Repurposing Center’. Normally, I handle slightly happier situations, regarding the auctioning of highly valuable, fully trained slaves. However, I make it a point of principle to go through these proceedings personally whenever one of my assets starts causing problems"</span>, taking a moment, he sips his drink as he lets you stew over in your nervousness at the situation.
<span class="male">"It seems, we’ve had a number of complaints about you during your stay in here. The exact causes I’m not interested enough to look into, though I assume it’s the usual, looking for escape opportunities, insulting the staff, maybe even a little petty theft. All in all, it doesn’t matter. What really matters is that you’ve proven yourself a bad investment"</span>.
You open your mouth to refute his points, but find yourself unable to make any noise at all. With the first smile you’ve seen on his face since you’ve met him, Stein continues, <span class="male">"I’ve disabled your voice, at least for a little while. This isn’t something you can talk your way out of, so it’s best that you aren’t presented with any false hope in that regards. Now, I don’t like bad investments, and in a moment, I’m going to show you what opportunities are left over for those who don’t want to play along. But, before that I just want to make sure to state how deeply disappointed I am that things came to this, though I guess perfect retraining success rates were never on the table. Oh well, at least we’ll find a way to recoup some of the losses, you even get to choose what your future holds"</span>.
Pulling a tablet computer from behind him, he places it on the table in front of you. Looking down at it, you see the [[list of potential choices for what will happen to you|Caught Processing]].Before you is a list of options, your options, for what is going to soon happen to you. As much as co-operating isn’t one of your strong points, looking at some of the options on the list, it might be best to pick your own fate this time. As you read the options, Mr Stein describes for you what they’ll entail.
Looking at the entry on becoming a <span class="bimbo">Fuck Doll</span>, Stein explains, <span class="male">"You might already know something about them, but to put it simply, <span class="bimbo">Fuck Dolls</span> are a specialty product of the facility. It’s probably one of the best options you can hope for at this point. To cut the description short, you’ll end up as a brainwashed bimbo<<if $penis>>, a female one too<</if>>. I hear the process is quite pleasant, even if it does involve a branding. After you’re converted, you’ll still be you, just a dumber, happier, significantly more aroused version of you. After how you’ve behaved, it would probably be for the better. Then you’ll be placed in our <span class="bimbo">Fuck Doll store</span>, and sold onto a new owner. There are fewer legal protections regarding <span class="bimbo">Fuck Dolls</span> than for normal sex slaves and trainee graduates. However, most owners still look after their <span class="bimbo">Fuck Dolls</span> quite well, they’re expensive after all"</span>.
Glancing over the entry on miniaturized slave pets, Stein explains, <span class="male">"We keep this one relatively quiet, so you might not have heard about it. Honestly, it’s probably one of the better options our failed property have at their disposal. That said, most of those offered it turn it down. Apparently, they consider it rather final, not that the other options aren’t. Regardless, the conversion process is very safe and simple, merely involving your body being shrunk down until you’re only a few inches tall. We then sell you off to high tier clients who are looking to acquire exotic pets. There may be some complications to your life due to your altered height, but the ‘exotic pet’ designation carries a lot of weight, so you’ll unequivocally be cared for by your new owners"</span>.
Covering the entry on human furniture, Stein explains, <span class="male">"Not a particularly well known one, but it’s on our books. I’ve never seen the appeal for our failures to take on such a role, though maybe it’s a sort of penance. Then again, it’s an easy life, with them really tweaking your pleasure spots when they freeze you up. On top of that I hear that there’s a small governmental committee looking to put fixed max terms on this, so you could end up lucky and not be stuck as an ornament. Anyway, it’s safe, quick, easy, and most owners take care of their human furniture as it’s expensive. Oh, and you’ll be latex coated so you’re easy to clean … that seems to have been a deciding factor previously"</span>.
Moving onto the entry on government owned glory-holes, Stein explains, <span class="male">"Most people have heard of this one, if only because they’ve walked past one at some point. Anyway, it’s fairly uncommon for our failed attempts to sign up for this one. Makes sense really, being strapped down in the dark and fucked by whatever dirty slob decides they want a quick fuck instead of their ciggies and booze isn’t what most people think of as an enjoyable future. Still, minimal alterations to your body and an easy life, so there are worse options. I hear they have TV’s in there too, how thrilling"</span>.
Your options all spelled out for you, Stein looks on, waiting patiently for you to select your fate.
Do you:
[[Become a Fuck Doll|Fuck Doll Bad End]]
[[Become miniaturized|Shrinking Bad End]]
[[Become furniture|Furniture Bad End]]
[[Get sent to the government glory hole|Gloryhole Bad End]]Nodding at your selection, Stein looks at you, his demeanour momentarily less harsh and more reassuring, <span class="male">"Don't worry. You'll be happy with your new life before you know it. No longer will you need to struggle against your true nature"</span>, with one last nod at you, you find yourself collapsing asleep on the desk.
...
You awaken, straps underneath your arm pits, dangling in the air. As you open your eyes, what you see takes you completely by surprise. Rows and rows of people are in being processed in front of you, all dangling helplessly queued up and ready to be processed into <span class="bimbo">Fuck Dolls</span>. However much you might want to get away, or even just shout out, you are unable, stuck hanging there like a wet noodle. Whatever they’ve done to you, has rendered you completely unable to control much other than your sight.
Lurching forward, you are pulled past a set of rubber flaps, seeing what is next in your unlucky series of events. Before you, the sight of the person in front of you being dipped in a large vat fills your vision. Though quick, the effect is obvious. The previously gangly male, now a long haired, big breasted woman. Efficient, you cynically think, as the line slowly moves you too towards the vat filled with a weird glowing green sludge.
Then your turn comes.
Dunked under the surprisingly sweet-smelling slime without any pomp or circumstances, you can feel its effects immediately. As it glops over you, you can feel how soft and feminine you suddenly feel. First comes your ass, which warms on contact, a rippling feeling spreading across it. After a moment, you can see <<if $assSize <3>>your bum is now rather expansive in size<<else>>that your ass hasn’t actually grown, it seems your <<checkAss>> bum is big enough already<</if>>. <<if $breastSize <5>>Your chest expands outwards, an odd stretching sensation proceeding the rapid expansion. When you next look, you’ve now found yourself with a pair of DD-Cup breasts<<else>>Your chest tingles, though it seems your <<checkBreast>> breasts are already bigger than the standard size for your new role<</if>>. As your head is finally submerged, you feel the last effects, as your lips are plumped to the extreme, and your $hairColour hair is lengthened to such an extent that normally it would trail on the floor. <<if $penis>>Between your legs, you’re pretty sure that you no longer have a cock, a sudden void taking its place.<</if>>
Dripping with the transformative goo, you’re yanked back out of the vat, moving onward to your next destination. As you go around a corner, you see in front of you a weird structure. It resembles a mad science version of an airport metal detector, just bigger, and with random arks of electricity flying from it.
Without any choice in the matter, you’re pulled through it. A large spark of electricity striking you as you pass through its boundary. That’s when things start feeling weird. Like everything feels floaty, and weightless. Your head rapidly becomes woolly, everything feeling confusing, like your thoughts are being scrambled. The spark hurt a little, and you really feel like you’d like it would be nice for someone to hug you better. Or maybe some nice sex instead, that’d make you feel good, wouldn’t it? It’s hard to tell, you’re still you, just more distant like you’re thinking through a drunken stupor. Oh well, it’s not like thinking has helped too much this far.
Passing through the next section, you get to watch cute naked men and women fucking. It’s great. Though, it would be a lot better if it was you getting fucked. Fucking would make you feel less sad. Even if you weren’t getting your pussy rammed, you bet it’d still make you feel happier to give someone else an orgasm. Sadly, unable to move, you can’t even rub yourself to combat your arousal. Closing your eyes, you start fantasising about all the amazing sex you’re going to have as soon as you stop being wherever you are at the moment.
<span class="male">"Shh, it’s okay Dolly now. Almost over. Then you’ll get to have all the fun you want"</span>, comes a kindly voice from above you.
Looking up, you spot a man in a workman’s outfit sitting on a seat, a set of strange tools sitting next to him. Pulling your hair up, he quickly plunges something that feels hot and painful onto the back of your neck. The smell of cooked meat filling your nostrils. Tears stream down your face, but the man keeps shushing you, telling you that it’ll all be over soon, and weirdly, your arousal only seems to increase as a result of your unpleasant treatment, in fact, you feel on the edge of orgasm. After putting the hot thing away, he then proceeds to poke something else just below it, which too hurts, but much less.
As he finishes, he pats you on the top of the head, saying "Good girl". This seems to be all you needed, as down in your pussy an extreme orgasm wracks through you. You’re still not in control of your body, but the effect is prominent, causing you to shake and let out a heavy stream of fem cum. The pleasure is intense, so intense it seems, that you can do nothing else but fade into unconsciousness …
...
With a big yawn, you sit up. You’re sitting in a tiny cell with a thick cushioned floor. One wall made of glass lets you see a thick crowd of people passing by, many taking the time to look your extremely pretty body over. It feels great to have so many people ogle you, like it was meant to be. Taking one of your sizable breasts in-hand, you massage it for your audience, doing whatever will help you to find an owner to take you home.
Through the glass, you catch a glimpse of your display pictures, getting a good view of your new <span class="bimbo">Fuck Doll</span> brand and barcode tattoo, now at the back of your neck. Just thinking about it makes you feel hot, how incredibly owned you now are, or at least soon will be. In the end you couldn’t take care of yourself how ever hard you tried.
Now you’re a <span class="bimbo">Fuck Doll</span> on sale. Soon someone will buy you, and then you’ll finally have someone to look after you.
Ending 2: Just Another Doll in a Doll Store
<<click "Restart?">><<script>>UI.restart()<</script>><</click>>As you pass through the shopping plaza you see a stall with a sign reading, <span class="neutral">"Free Extra Fresh Milk"</span>. Behind it, a large breasted, and topless woman mans it, cleaning little glasses with a rag. However hard you look at it, you can’t see any milk anywhere. Just lots of empty little glasses.
Watching on, you observe a rather casually dressed man walk up to the front of the kiosk and ask for a sample. Smiling the woman, hefts one of her prodigious breasts in one hand as she gathers one of the tiny glasses in the other. Propping the glass beneath her nipple, she starts to giggle, as, without even applying any pressure to her boob, milk starts running from the nipple. It’s almost like her boob knew when and how much milk to let out.
The man takes the glass as soon as it’s ready, drinking down its contents with a wide smile. After complimenting the milky girl, and giving her breast a good-luck stroke, he departs, leaving her to continue on with polishing the tiny glasses.
You wonder whether or not you should approach the woman. Maybe to try some milk, maybe just to talk to her. However, whatever plans you had are suddenly cut short as the woman looks up, only to shout out, <span class="female">"Not Again!"</span>.
Watching on, the reason swiftly becomes apparent. As what you can only call a swarm of cat-girls, all dressed in maids outfits, comes rushing towards her. As they swarm towards her, you hear them chant their war rally of, <span class="female">"Catch the milky one!"</span>, jubilant cheers breaking across their ranks. A panicked look on her face, the woman picks up something from under the counter of her stall, pointing it at the approaching hoard of cat-girl maids.
Cries and shrieks fill the air, as you realise what she’s wielding. She’s got a squirt bottle, filled with water, which she’s spraying the approaching cat-girls with. And, what’s more, it seems to be working, at least to keep them at bay.
Not sure what to make of this, or whether you want any part of it, you decide to carry on with your business.<<addToInventory "Contact lenses kit">>Looking through a section filled with decorations, cosmetics, toys and gift opportunities, you find your sought-after purchase. You bring the contact lenses kit to the shops counter.
<span class="bimbo">"Ooo, those are cool. Like, think of all the cute things you could do with all those contacts. It even has pink ones, so you could be even more pink, which is like, awesome! Tilly approves of this purchase"</span> Tilly giggles, as she finishes processing your order.
[img[TRCimgs/Shop Items/BagPink.png]]
With your purchase complete you [[return to shopping|Shop Stock]]Opening your 'The Repurposing Center' branded contact lenses kit, you look at the wide array of different contact lenses at your disposal. A set of instructions guide you in how to apply the 'quick change' lenses within. A side compartment offers you the ability to mix your own colours, and to use them to create new contact lenses.
<hr>
Contact Lens Menu:
Colour selection:
<table><tr><td>Brown</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyes.colour" "brown">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Blue</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyes.colour" "blue">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Green</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyes.colour" "green">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Grey</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyes.colour" "grey">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Black</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyes.colour" "black">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>White</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyes.colour" "white">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Red</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyes.colour" "red">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Yellow</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyes.colour" "yellow">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Orange</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyes.colour" "orange">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Purple</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyes.colour" "purple">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Pink</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyes.colour" "pink">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Gold</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyes.colour" "gold">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Silver</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyes.colour" "silver">></td>
</tr></table>
Type Selection:
<table>
<tr>
<td>Human</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyes.type" "0">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Cat</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyes.type" "1">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Snake</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyes.type" "2">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Goat</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyes.type" "3">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Solid-colour</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyes.type" "4">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Bug</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyes.type" "5">></td>
</tr>
</table>
<<button [[Apply Contact Lens|Wardrobe & Makeup Contact Lens Application]]>><</button>>
<<return "Cancel Procedure">>Selecting a set of $eyes.colour contact lenses out of the kit, you put them to one side before reading through the instructions on proper application. After you’re sure you know the proper method, you get ready to try out your new selected contacts.
Taking a set of eyedrops out of the kit, you drip a couple of drops of the mysterious liquid into each of your eyes. The soothing mixture, sends peculiar tingles throughout your eyes, proclaiming its non-standard nature. Now fully prepared and still intent on trying out your chosen contact lenses, you pick the first of them up, ready to follow the next step of the procedure.
As you move the <<checkEyeShort>> contact lens closer to your eye, it flies out of your hand as if magnetized, spinning through the air into your eye. With a wet shlurp-ing sound, it settles into place, causing no irritation or pain as it does. Confused, you run your fingers gently across your eye, looking for the lens, but are unable to find it. It seems like the lens has actually merged with your eye, changing its natural state. Not wanting to leave things uneven, you repeat the process, with events going much the same.
The contacts now applied, you look at your reflection in your wardrobes mirror. Clearly, you can see that your eyes are now <<checkEyeShort>>, literally changed by the high-tech contacts. Cleaning up, you reseal the eyedrop bottle, and put away the rest of your extensive contact lens collection, re-shelving it in your wardrobe.
Your new contact lenses applied, you [[return to looking at your wardrobe and makeup supplies|Wardrobe & Makeup]].<<if lastVisited("Night-time Diaper Check") is 1>>Slowly waking up, you feel even more comfortable than when you went to sleep. Beneath you a thick cushiony mattress, even softer than your own now lies beneath you. Additionally, you can feel am amazingly snuggly warm fleecy blanket rubbing against your unclothed form, keeping you warm and content. Stretching out, you bang a hand against some sort of wooden bar, causing a loud clang.<<else>>Slowly waking up, you feel a lot more comfortable than when you went to sleep. Beneath you a thick cushiony mattress now supports you instead of the cold tile floor. Additionally, you can feel a warm fleecy blanket rubbing against your unclothed form, keeping you warm and comfortable. Stretching out, you bang a hand against some sort of wooden bar, causing a loud clang.<</if>>
Shaking your hand in pain, and opening your eyes with a start, you get your first look at your new location. A cute thick blanket covers you, its surface decorated with cartoon ducks. Surrounding your mattress, on all sides, are tall wooden struts. A spinning mobile of plush whales above you, makes you completely sure that you’re within the confines of an oversized crib. Looking out through the bars, you spot what looks like a babies’ bedroom, though with one big difference. Hints of a sexual nature are scattered across the room, such as a large rocking horse with a dildo protruding from it, or a set of extremely phallic pacifiers on a far table.
Alerted, likely by your pained cry, Aunt Mildred enters the room and approaches you, a sympathetic smile painted across her face. <span class="female">"Are you okay my little one? It sounded like you got an ouchie, do you want me to kiss it better? At least you managed to get a good nap, so you should be fully focused"</span>.
Looking you over, she nods to herself, likely trying to figure out whether you’ve actually hurt yourself and need any help. Opening your mouth, you try to respond to her, but nothing comes out however hard you try.
<span class="female">"It’s okay, don’t panic. They make you unable to talk so you don’t complain and say mean things. Sadly, the higher ups have decided that you’re just not adjusting properly to your diaper training, and well, with the amount of time we’ve spent trying to get you trained in them, they decided to recoup their losses early. But, don’t worry sweetheart, they’ve let me look after you and guide you through the upcoming process. Basically, instead of going to auction, you’ll instead get to choose what happens to you out of a smaller list. I’ll go over everything, then you need to point out which one you want. Just remember, whatever happens, your Aunt Mildred will look after you, and make sure you’re happy and well cared for"</span>, she continues, her tone soft and calming.
Pulling a tablet computer from behind her, she holds it in front of you. Looking up at it, you see the [[list of potential choices for what will happen to you|Diaper Caught Processing]].Before you are a list of options, your options, for what is going to soon happen to you. Whatever your previous stance, it might be best to pick your own fate this time you decide, seeing how serious the situation is. As you read the options, Aunt Mildred calmly describes for you what they’ll entail.
The first option describes a complete age regression, allowing you to start over from a baby to live your life again. Aunt Mildred explains, <span class="female">"Okay sweetie. It’s not the option I like the best, but it would offer you a lot of opportunities. You’ll be taken away, and placed in a machine, where you’ll be turned back into a perfectly healthy baby. Soon you’ll forget your old life, and be rehomed with a loving family, who will raise you as their own. You’ll have all the opportunities growing up that anyone could offer, so it’s worth thinking about it. Still, it’d be a shame to lose out on all that hard work and training you’ve already undergone, and, well, I’d miss my little diaper bum"</span>, finishing her statement with a slight sniffle.
The next option describes being sold off as an untrained adult baby sex slave, seeing you homed immediately, though likely under stricter conditions than what you’d receive otherwise. Aunt Mildred explains, <span class="female">"Now my little cutie, this is a good one. What this means is, simply, that you’ll end up in similar situation to what would happen if you’d been fully trained. Maybe under slightly harsher conditions, but still not too different. You’ll end up owned by a mummy or a daddy, who’ll look after you. They’ll change your diapers, and feed you, put you down for naps, and make sure you get all the cummies that you need. Doesn’t that sound nice? And, the best part, is that if you decide on this, I’ve been given the option to buy your contract at a discount. So, you’ll get to come home with me, and be looked after by someone you know cares about you. Isn’t that great?"</span>, she offers with a beaming smile.
Your options all spelled out for you, your carer looks on, waiting patiently for you to select your fate.
Do you:
[[Undergo age regression and be re-homed|Diaper Age Regression Bad End]]
[[Become fully under her control as an adult baby|Diaper Permanent ABDL Bad End]]Pointing towards the age regression option, you select your fate. With a weary sigh, her eyes slightly reddened, Aunt Mildred continues, <span class="female">"Okay sweetheart, I understand that must have been a tough choice. I’m going to miss my little diaper bum, but I’ll make sure that you’re going to have a wonderful new life. You’re going to need to take another nap, and when you wake up I’ll be right here to see you through everything. Just in case I don’t get another chance to say it, you might have been a bit of a stinker, but you meant a lot to me and it won’t be the same around here without you"</span>.
You yawn again, sudden fatigue overtaking you, causing your eyelids to droop. As you start drifting off back to sleep, the fleecy blanket pulled up close to you automatically as you seek out the most comfortable napping position, you hear Aunt Mildred hum a lullaby to help send you into a peaceful rest. Warm and contented, your consciousness fades.
…
Rolling over, you open your eyes, the comfortable blanket still wrapping you. As you look around, confusion sets in. Everything seems the same.
Aunt Mildred sits napping on a chair just outside your oversized crib, in the exact same room you remember from before you fell asleep. Was it all just a dream? You wonder. Or maybe, it was all a big trick. Looking down over yourself everything seems the same. You’re still the same old you, naked except for the diaper.
A loud blipping sound breaks your train of thought, also waking up your carer. Stirring from her sleep, she looks at you, her countenance slightly happier than before, <span class="female">"Hello there, cutie. That alarm means it’s just about to start, so you’ve got to be a big brave <<if $vagina>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> for me. I know it’s scary, but it’ll all work out in the end. I talked with the facilities managers, and I convinced them to let me keep you. I’ve worked here long enough that I could claim my own trainee and I chose you. So, after you’ve become a baby again, I’m going to raise you as my own child. I just wanted you to know, so that you didn’t have to worry about what was going to happen to you afterwards"</span>.
The revelation takes you by surprise, but you have very little time to process it as a weird tingling feeling starts rippling across your form. <<if $hairLength >0>>It starts with your scalp, your <<checkHair>> length hair, receding back into your head until there isn’t any left<<else>>It starts with a warmth across your scalp, however you don’t seem to have been affected as intended, as nothing happens<</if>>.
As you look down at yourself, you seem to be getting shorter by the second, a slightly pudgy soft tone setting out across your limbs. The loss of mass seems to need to go somewhere, and that somewhere is your diaper. <<if $diaperWettingPlay && $diaperMessingPlay>> Waves of poo and pee<<elseif $diaperMessingPlay>>Waves of poo<<else>>A torrent of pee<</if>> straining your high-tech diaper comically, to the point where you’re literally held aloft by the massive waste filled cushion. <<if $breastSize >0>>At the same time your <<checkBreast>> boobs, also deflate, leaving you as completely flat chested as any baby. <</if>><<if $penis && $vagina>>A wet shlurping sound within your diaper confuses you for a moment, however, as you feebly press against your diaper from the outside you realise what has happened. Your penis has gone, removed by the process, leaving you completely a girl.<</if>>
Now tiny and feeble, your arms and legs no longer are working properly, as uncoordinated as any baby. And assuredly, that is what you now are. Though curiously, you’ve still retained your mind. The foul smell of your diaper making concentration rather difficult. Looking on from the side holding a baby’s bottle of strange orange mush, Aunt Mildred approaches closer, now much more sizeable in comparison to you.
<span class="female">"You’ve done so well my little cutie. It’s not over yet, but your mind won’t fully regress for a day or so. Until then, I’ve got a nice tasty bottle for my special little <<if $penis>>boy<<else>>girl<</if>>"</span>, pressing the nub of the bottle to your lips.
It tastes good. You feel really hungry and tired. The nice big lady said a lot of long words, but the bottle is good. Finishing it off, you decide to nap. Maybe you’ll make more sense of things after you’re less tired. Unable to move, because of the smelly diaper, you fall asleep where you sit.
<hr>
Eighteen years later:
Nervously smoothing out your pink gingham dress, you contemplate everything that’s led up to this moment. Your Mommy Mildred might have raised you as a single parent, but she always gave you everything you’ve ever needed, especially in terms of love. You lived in a beautiful neighbourhood, and though your mom never told you where she worked, it must have been somewhere pretty impressive to afford everything.
Things were a little strange at times. She insisted on dressing you up in extremely cute childish clothes as you grew up, and still does now whenever she finds a good excuse<<if $penis>>, this was all the weirder as you’re a boy. Though, maybe it was a trend as some of the other parents did the same with their kids<</if>>. Also, embarrassingly, you’ve never managed to progress out of diapers. It seems to be some sort of weird condition, that you’ve just never been able to potty train, however hard you’ve tried. Your mom tried to help a couple of times, and was always rather kind to you about it, accepting it as a part of you. Which was probably for the best, as you’d hate for her to be angry at you over still needing to change your diapers daily.
Thankfully, the new university you’re applying for today is pretty close to home. So, you’ll still be able to get your daily changes. You’re not sure what you would have done otherwise. But, on the Brightside, at least it lets you eat your moms homecooked specialties. One day you’ll really need to get her to tell you what that weird tasty orange mush she adds to everything is, you’re not sure you could go too long without it.
You’re really looking forward to dating, so that you can find someone nice to take care of you. Heck, maybe there’s even someone out there who’ll think the whole diaper thing is cute, you smile to yourself.
Hearing your name called, you get up and head to the dean’s office for your interview. RU is extremely well regarded, though you’ve never found out what the ‘R’ stands for. Absentmindedly you look at a plaque on the wall outside his office, dedicating the campus as a sub-division of ‘The Repurposing Center’, whatever that is. Though you do have a curious sense of déjà vu, like it’s something you should recognise.
Oh well, no time to wonder. Instead it’s time to meet Dean Stein. Hopefully he’ll let you come here and start your new life as university <<if $penis>>guy<<else>>girl<</if>>. It’s going to be great.
Ending 3: Trying It All Over from the Start
<<click "Restart?">><<script>>UI.restart()<</script>><</click>>Pointing towards the adult-baby slave option, you select your fate. With a relieved sigh, her eyes go wide in surprise, and Aunt Mildred continues happily, <span class="female">"Thank you sweetheart, I understand that must have been a tough choice. I’m going to look after my little diaper bum so well. We’ll have so much fun. I’ll feed you, and take you on trips, and change your diapers when they get sticky. You’re going to love it. I’m sure with time you’ll adjust into it and you’ll be the happiest little adult baby that there ever was. I already know some other mommies who have their own little slaves, so you’ll have lots of new friends to meet. I’m just so excited that my good little <<if $vagina>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> wanted to stay with me. Now you’ll need to have a little nap while we move you to your new home, but when you wake up I’ll be right there with you sweetheart"</span>.
With a large yawn, sudden fatigue overtakes you, causing your eyelids to droop. As you start drifting off back to sleep, Aunt Mildred pulls the fleecy blanket over you to ensure a more comfortable sleeping experience. All the time, she merrily hums a lullaby to help send you into a peaceful rest. Warm and contented, your consciousness fades, noticing her tuck a stuffed toy bear under your arm just as you fall to sleep.
…
A loud gurgling sound awakens you from your slumber. It takes you a moment, groggy from sleep to realise that the gurgling sound is in fact emanating from your own belly. Your stomach feels empty, and a mysterious fragrant smell wafting across your senses, is only making you feel hungrier. The warm cosy feeling against your face, has you wonder if you’re still exactly where you were when you fell asleep, that maybe they just forgot all about you. Though, it doesn’t take you long to notice at least a couple of things are now different. For example, you feel like you’re now clothed, whatever in, you’re not yet sure, but it feels nice and comfy. Additionally, your hands seem to be covered in something, making you unable to properly flex your fingers due to the wrappings.
Opening your eyes, you take stock of your current situation, slightly worried about what your future holds. A thick blush covers your face, as you come to terms with the full extent of your surroundings.
Everything is very … pink. Cartoon Princesses and cute mascot characters cover your pale pink walls. The rest of the room is filled with large plush animals, dolls, and toys meant for extremely young children. You’re currently in another large ‘prison’ crib, though this time the crib is a lot more stylised and feminine in nature. More cartoon princesses cover the thick pink blanket you’re currently snuggling up against.
But, more unexpectedly, is your own state. The first thing you note, is that your hands are contained in a pair of frilly mittens, which you are unable to remove however hard you try. Running a mitten clad hand across your head, you realise that something has been done to your $hairColour hair, now put in a pair of short, and cute, messy pigtails, tied off with pretty pink ribbons. In terms of clothing, adorning you now, is a sleeveless and legless pink onesie, which does very little to hide the truly huge diaper beneath it. Tentatively crawling about your crib, you realise that whenever you move your legs are forced wide apart due to the excessive nature of your hidden plush diaper.
Likely from hearing your movement, Aunt … or should that be Mommy now, Mildred approaches, a bottle of tasty smelling orange goop in hand. <span class="female">"Doesn’t my little cutie look so adorable in their new clothes. Now, I’ve had to put you in those silly little mittens for now, just to make sure you don’t do anything silly, but you won’t notice as I’m here to do everything for you. I have so many pretty dresses for you to try on. But first, you have some tasty num-nums to eat"</span>, gesturing at the bottle.
You try to respond, but all that comes out is baby-like gibberish. Just a series of gurgles and giggles.
<span class="female">"It must be confusing, but big people talk is a privilege you’ll have to earn sweetheart. Though I’m sure you’ll earn it soon. After all, you are mommies special little diaper cutie"</span>, she finishes beaming with pride.
Not sure what else to do, and astoundingly hungry, you let yourself be bottle fed by your new ‘mommy’. The chunky, cold, orange sludge tastes wonderful, and you wonder how something so disgusting looking, and feeling could be so amazing. A little of the sludge falls on your onesie in your haste to eat it, but you pay it little mind, too focused on eating. All the while, Mommy Mildred praises you, telling you how special it is to have you home.
With a big burp you finish, provoking a sweet yet condescending giggle from your carer. She turns to leave, just as your stomach makes a weird gurgling sound. But what could it be? You’ve just eaten, so it can’t be hunger?
Turning back to you, she smiles, <span class="female">"It sounds like someone is about to use their diapers"</span>. You shake your head in disagreement, more so in the blind hope she’s wrong, but deep down you know that she isn’t. Your gurgling stomach progresses quickly, soon turning into <<if $diaperMessingPlay && $diaperWettingPlay>>the sounds of you wetting and messing yourself simultaneously, the stench of your pee and poo filling the air<<elseif $diaperMessingPlay>>the sound of wet poop filling your diaper, the stench of your mess filling the air<<else>>the sound of water flowing, as you wet your diaper, the smell of fresh urine filling the air<</if>>.
Mommy Mildred however, just continues to leave, <span class="female">"It’s okay my little stinker. Mommy is going to leave you for a little while, she remembers how much you loved being left in a messy diaper. Don’t worry I’ll be back soon, you just have a nap until then. Have fun my little diaper bum"</span>.
Left alone with just the smell of your rapidly cooling accident, to keep you company, you settle back down. The idea of another nap sounds nice, if only to distract you from the foul odour.
<hr>
Six months later:
It has been a weird last few months, you muse to yourself as you hump against the giant teddy in your room. Hiking up the frilly skirt of your dress, you manage to make good contact between your thick diaper, and the bears furry chest, your <<if $penis>>cock<<else>>pussy<</if>> rubbing lustily within its confines. It’s still embarrassing to get yourself off like this, but it’s your only option.
When you decided to be an adult baby sex slave, you thought there would be more, well, sex involved. However, your Mommy Mildred, has never shown any interest in doing anything sexual. Instead, she seems to prefer dressing you up and looking after you. Between the diaper changes, and the breast feedings, let alone all the time she spends dressing you up, she has taken rather good care of you. The outfits are childish, and it’s always humiliating being seen in them in public, but you’ve become a lot more accustomed to all the pampering to the point you relish it.
On top of that, you’ve made a lot of friends since you were taken in by Mommy Mildred. She has a lot of friends with similar interests, and their littles are a constant presence in your household. Overall, there’s not much to complain about. Sure, you don’t get to make your own decisions, and you have a lot of diaper accidents, but you’re well cared for, and have a lot of fun. Thinking over it all, you were pretty lucky to have ended up in such a loving environment. If only you could get a little more loving yourself. Until then, you’ll just have to manage with your trysts rubbing yourself against Mr. Bear.
Ending 4: You Got a Little Lucky
<<click "Restart?">><<script>>UI.restart()<</script>><</click>>As you enter the lift, on your way to your destination, you notice a slovenly looking man already in the lift, his t-shirt stained with sweat, and other less pleasant substances. He leers at you as you enter, looking you up and down creepily, as you settle warily into the elevator. As the doors close, he seems to make a decision, his entire posture changing.
<span class="male">"Alright slut, you're just a trainee so you're fair game. In a moment, I’m going to bend you over and fuck your ass. You can either let me, or I can grab you, fuck your ass, then put in a complaint about it. So, you ready to have your asshole ruined?"</span>, he laughs menacingly.
<<if $submission <0 || $sexualPreference == 1>>You really don’t want this, and you’re not going to let some jerk get away with sticking his cock up your bum, especially with the way he’s talking. Quickly you formulate a plan. The guy is big, and you know that attacking a guest probably won’t end well for you, but there are still options. After all, as long as you can get away, is the overweight slob really going to pursue you?
Smashing your hand rapidly into the lifts control panel, you hit the button for the nearest floor. The high-tech lift lurches to a stop, the doors opening almost instantaneously. The look on your would-be rapist, is one of complete bafflement, obviously expecting you to just roll over to his threats. Taking advantage of his confusion, with swiftness spurred on by a combination of fear and distaste, you flee the lift, rushing down the unknown corridor.
You hear shouts, and threats from behind you, but you don’t stop to look back. Thankfully, your observation seems to have held true, and the slovenly rapist has not followed you. Slightly shaken by your experience, you continue on your way to your destination, glad that you didn’t have to have rough anal from such an unpleasant man.<<else>> <<set $timesAnallyFucked += 1>>You don’t really want this, but if he’s going to do it anyway, you’d rather not get in trouble over anything. You just hope he isn’t too rough.
Seeing you capitulate to his demands, he smiles menacingly, <span class="male">"Good choice fuck-toy, the sooner you realise you’re just a set of holes to be used by real people, the happier you’ll be. Well, as happy as a nasty sex slave can be. Today, I’m going to teach you a lesson you won’t forget"</span>.
Pushing you up against a wall, he <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>parts your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear, leaving you bum unprotected<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>parts your $currentClothing, leaving your bum unprotected<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>parts your $currentUnderwear , leaving your bum unprotected<<else>>chuckles that you're already naked, and obviously were looking for an important guy like him to fuck you sore<</if>>. Without any foreplay, or warning, he unzips his fly, freeing his rather large cock and jamming it painfully against your rear hole. The previous foul smell of your slobby rapist only gets worse with the opening of his crotch, the odour of stale urine and sweat filling the air, as he tries to breach your <<checkAss>> bum.
Pushing mercilessly against your anal ring, his girthy cock slips in, a quick burning pain tears through you as he does. It hurts a little, and he spends no time letting you adjust, instead slamming his way deep. With a strong grasp on your hips, he begins pistoning in and out of you, grunting gleefully at his control over you. Your initial treatment at the facility does have one advantage, and arousal starts to spread, unwanted though it may be, helping to rapidly take the edge off of your anal pain and convert it into something more pleasant.
The control he exerts over you spurs him on to a quick orgasm, his semen spilling deep within your ravaged asshole. Taking a moment to revel in the feeling, he pulls out, re-tucking his cock back into his pants.
<span class="male">"You were alright fuck-toy. I dropped a nice load of cum deep in your slut hole, just for you. I’m feeling merciful today, so I won’t have you suck me clean. But you better remember how nice I’ve been. I hope I bump into you again. Maybe next time I’ll try and wreck your ass permanently. Oh well, got to go slut. See you around"</span>, he laughs derisively as the lift doors open, and he leaves.
Left alone, with a slightly stinging ass, you curse having met that rapist jerk. At least you’re not going to be late you suppose, as you look for a silver lining to the encounter. You rub your bum soothingly, trying to ignore how aroused you still are from the rough handling as the lift doors close, allowing the lift to continue to your destination.<</if>>
<<include [[Travel To End]]>>As you pass through the recreational plaza you spot a tall blonde woman, with an extremely large chest. Next to her, a standing sign proclaims, <span class="neutral">"Free Hugs!"</span>. You ponder on why someone would just be standing around with a sign asking for hugs, but the Valkyrie-like woman seems to be rather happy with her situation. Jumping up and down gleefully on the spot, her giant breasts jiggle freely, enticing many passers-by to take her up on her offer.
Curious, you approach her, waving her hello, you ask, <span class="player">"Hey, I was just wondering why you’re here offering free hugs? Did someone send you out here to do this?"</span>.
With a booming laugh, she replies mirthfully, <span class="female">"No, of course not. I just love hugs. I mean who doesn’t, they just feel so great. So, I come out here every now and then with my sign and see if I can get a few. Plus, everyone seems to always cheer up from one of my hugs, and I like thinking I’m making the world a better place doing it. Seeing as you’re already here, do you want one too?"</span>.
Momentarily, you think over her proposition. You never know what’s a trap around here, but she seems to sincere in her desire to give out hugs, and really what’s the worst that could happen? Maybe you should [[take her up on her offer|Recreational Hub Free Hugs Embrace]].Agreeing to a hug, you watch as the tall girl is overcome with excitement. <span class="female">"You’re going to love it"</span>, she giggles as you approach her, your arms held wide to embrace with the large breast girl, the girl mimicking your actions. As you get close, a moment of realisation strikes, her incredible boobs are about head height for you. You’re likely going to end up with your head stuck firmly between them.
<<if $breastSize >10 && $sexualPreference != 2>>Instead of hugging you how you expected, she instead leans down so you’re at about the same level. It takes a moment for you understand her choice, but as you collide the rational becomes clear. Your <<checkBreast>> sized boobs, press against her own gargantuan rack, your soft breasts intermingling playfully. The sensations it causes are amazing, enough so that you can’t help but moan out. Though, you don’t feel too embarrassed, lost in lust, you still notice that your hug obsessed friend is enjoying this just as much, if not more.
Breast to breast, you continue performing your ‘hug’, both revelling in the pleasant feelings your extremely sensitive breasts produce. You can certainly understand why she stands around with a, <span class="neutral">"Free Hugs!"</span>, sign, now. If it feels this great every time you’re tempted to get your own. Using your arms to pull each other closer, further mashing your boobs together, the pleasure finally peaks. Simultaneously, you both achieve an orgasm, or maybe a boob-gasm, you’re not sure how to classify it. Regardless, your <<if $penis>>cock<<else>>pussy<</if>> has sprayed a load of <<if $penis>>cum<<else>>fem-cum<</if>>, indicating just how happy that hug made you.
Each of you taking a moment to recover, you uncouple, <span class="female">"That was amazing, you’re the best hugger I’ve ever met. You should come see me again. And, like I told you, hugs make people happy"</span>, she giggles as you leave.<<else>>Her long arms seizing you, you know it’s already too late. You quickly find your head plunged into darkness, completely enveloped by her exquisite bosom. Though muffled you can hear a moaning, or maybe groaning sound, making you wonder whether she’s actually doing all this to get off. Her fragrant perfume fills your nose, as you attempt to take a breath, a prisoner within the confines of her warm breasts, as you are.
If it wasn’t so claustrophobic, being trapped between her soft boobs, you’d probably be having a great time. Though it still has its merits.
Eventually she lets you go, smiling, <span class="female">"That was a lot of fun. I couldn’t tell what you were saying, but it sounded happy, so I didn’t want to stop. I hope you come again for more hugs, I’m always happy to have regular huggers. Also, have a good day"</span>, she giggles, sounding a little more tired than she did previously. With nothing else to do or say, you start to leave.<</if>>
Your hugging session complete, you [[return to wandering through the recreational plaza|Recreational Hub]].<<checkMonth>>Hopping up onto a stool at the bar, you call over the bartender to ask what drinks they have for sale. Grumpily, without a word he jams his thumb in the direction of a blackboard behind him. Looking closer at the faded display, you can see a clear list of drinks available, it even has the pricing in G.G.P. Including;
<span class="neutral">- <b>House Beer</b> – 10 G.G.P
- <b>Energy Drinks</b> – 100 G.G.P
- <b>Bloodlust</b> (Warning: May Cause Aggression) - 200 G.G.P<<if $currentMonth == 9 || $seasonalEvents>><br>- <b>Spooktacular special</b> – 100 G.G.P (warning, may have spooky side-effects)<</if>><<if $currentMonth == 11 || $seasonalEvents>><br>- <b>Eggnog special</b> – 100 G.G.P (warning, may have cheer filled side-effects)<</if>></span>
Do you:
<<if $ggp <10>>Order a beer - 10 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Order a beer|The Fainting Goat Bar Beer][$ggp -= 10; if($diaperWettingPlay == true && $diaperSkill >0){$diaperWetCountDown -= 3;}; if($waterSportsPlay == true && $incontinenceTreatment == true){$incontinenceCountDown -= 2;};]] - 10 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <100>>Order an energy drink - 100 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Order an energy drink|The Fainting Goat Bar Energy Drink][$ggp -= 100; if($actionAmountCurrent >0){$actionAmountCurrent -= 1;}; if($diaperWettingPlay == true && $diaperSkill >0){$diaperWetCountDown -= 2;}; if($waterSportsPlay == true && $incontinenceTreatment == true){$incontinenceCountDown -= 1;};]] - 100 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <200>>Order a shot of Bloodlust - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Order a shot of Bloodlust|The Fainting Goat Bar Bloodlust][$ggp -= 200; if($diaperWettingPlay == true && $diaperSkill >0){$diaperWetCountDown -= 2;}; if($waterSportsPlay == true && $incontinenceTreatment == true){$incontinenceCountDown -= 1;};]] - 200 G.G.P<</if>><<if $currentMonth == 9 || $seasonalEvents>><br><br><<if $ggp <100>>Order the spooky seasonal drink - 100 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Order the spooky seasonal drink|The Fainting Goat Bar Halloween Drink][$ggp -= 100; if($penis == true){$timesYourDickSucked +=1;}else{$timesYourPussyLicked +=1;}; if($diaperWettingPlay == true && $diaperSkill >0){$diaperWetCountDown -= 3;}; if($waterSportsPlay == true && $incontinenceTreatment == true){$incontinenceCountDown -= 2;};]] - 100 G.G.P<</if>><</if>><<if $currentMonth == 11 || $seasonalEvents>><br><br><<if $ggp <100>>Order the mysterious eggnog drink - 100 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Order the mysterious eggnog drink|The Fainting Goat Bar Christmas Drink][$ggp -= 100; if($penis == true){$timesYourDickSucked +=5;}else{$timesYourPussyLicked +=5;}; if($diaperWettingPlay == true && $diaperSkill >0){$diaperWetCountDown -= 3;}; if($waterSportsPlay == true && $incontinenceTreatment == true){$incontinenceCountDown -= 2;};]] - 100 G.G.P<</if>><</if>>
[[Leave the bar|The Fainting Goat Bar]]You order a beer from the surly bartender and he slowly pours it for you. It's hard to tell whether he just doesn't like your presence in the bar, or if he's just generally a grumpy person.
Finally, you receive your cold foamy pint of beer. Taking a sip, it's pretty good, though maybe a little too bitter. For a short time, you slowly drink your way through your beer, enjoying some time to yourself. It's relaxing.
Before long, you finish your beer, with nothing occurring to you as a result<<if $diaperWettingPlay && $diaperSkill >0>>. However, drinking all that beer, especially with your weak bladder, is likely to push you to wetting yourself sooner or later<</if>><<if $incontinenceTreatment && $waterSportsPlay && $incontinenceCountDown >0>>. Taking into account the situation with your incontinence chip, maybe filling up on beer wasn't such a good idea, you think as you feel a sloshing pressure in your bladder region<</if>>. Instead, you just find yourself sitting at the bar, with the [[bartender in front of you|The Fainting Goat Bar Drinks Menu]].You order an energy drink from the surly bartender and he slowly retrieves one for you from a nearby fridge. It's hard to tell whether he just doesn't like your presence in the bar, or if he's just generally a grumpy person.
Finally, you receive your cold can of energy drink, not even getting a glass with it. Popping the tab on the top you take a sip. Immediately you feel filled with energy. In fact, if you were tired, you sure this would be a great pick-me-up. It's also pretty good, though extremely sweet, with a bit of a weird aftertaste. For a short time, you slowly drink your way through your energy drink, enjoying some time to yourself. It's relaxing, in a hyper sort of way.
Before long, you finish your energy drink, with nothing, other than feeling energised, occurring to you as a result<<if $diaperWettingPlay && $diaperSkill >0>>. However, drinking all that energy drink, especially with your weak bladder, is likely to push you to wetting yourself sooner or later<</if>><<if $incontinenceTreatment && $waterSportsPlay && $incontinenceCountDown >0>>. Taking into account the situation with your incontinence chip, maybe filling up on energy drink wasn't such a good idea, you think as you feel a sloshing pressure in your bladder region<</if>>. Instead, you just find yourself sitting at the bar, with the [[bartender in front of you|The Fainting Goat Bar Drinks Menu]].You order the Spooktacular seasonal drink, finally eliciting a response from the surly bartender, <span class="male">"Are you sure you want that?"</span>, he grunts, a slightly nervous hitch in his voice, <span class="male">"It’s pretty intense from what I’ve heard, other customers have talked about seeing … things"</span>.
More curious than ever now, you nod again, noting your desire for the drink. With a weary sigh, he wanders over to an old wooden cask, a slightly rotten look to it, as if it had been dredged out of a river, or a swamp. Though, maybe the bar just has a leaky storage room. Tapping the barrel, a glowing orange liquid pours from it, the frothy head atop it, making you pretty sure it’s a beer. As he closes the tap, a weird squeaking sound emanates through the bar, with an almost scream like quality. Weird, you think as you reach out to take the beer, looking forward to this seasonal treat.
Taking a sip, it’s actually quite nice, a sort of pumpkin flavoured beer from what you can tell. Happily, you keep drinking, not sure what all the warnings were about. Probably just the bartender trying to spook you, you expect.
Then everything feels a little off, your vision slightly orange tinged, as if looking through a pane of orange stained glass. Turning around, to make sure it’s not just in front of you, you find yourself gasping in shock.
Orange, mostly transparent forms writhe about on the floor. A giant orgy taking place in the middle of the bar, and nobody seems to realise it’s happening. One thing you notice, within the pile, is the amount of nautical style clothing, especially one large figure who wears an extremely stereotypical captain’s hat as two ghostly females take turns felating him. Noticing you watching, he waves heartily, his hand a large hook. Nodding towards another figure in the pile, he returns to his fun, leaving you to wonder what is going on.
<<if $sexualPreference != 2>>A pretty lady, dressed in an old-fashioned gown<<else>>A strapping man wearing a pirates bandanna<</if>> moves towards you, sinking into the bar, out of view. Then things start feeling really nice, as if someone is <<if $penis>>giving you a blowjob<<else>>licking your pussy<</if>>. Looking down in confusion, you see the cause. A ghostly head, sticking out of the bar at crotch level, working diligently at your crotch.
Confused and not sure what to make of the situation, you decide the best course of action. Complete and utter denial. Resisting moaning from the sensations, pretending that nothing out of the ordinary is happening. Of course, under such skilful ministration, there’s only so much resisting you can manage, and soon enough, you are overcome with an orgasm, provoked by your ghostly tormentor.
A ghostly giggle accompanies, barely audible, accompanies a transparent hand which emerges through the counter, waving it’s goodbye. From the moment of orgasm, your vision begins to return to normal, the orange tinge fading away. Turning back, you no-longer see the ghost sailor orgy, taking place on the floor. Probably all a hallucination, you suppose, as you return to your drink. Though if that was the case, why is the barstool wet from your climax?
Before long, you finish your seasonal drink, now slightly weirded out by the strange sights you saw. Maybe you should get another drink, to calm your nerves, you wonder, as you put the empty glass on the table<<if $diaperWettingPlay && $diaperSkill >0>>. However scary, drinking all that odd beer, especially with your weak bladder, is likely to push you to wetting yourself sooner or later<</if>><<if $incontinenceTreatment && $waterSportsPlay && $incontinenceCountDown >0>>. Taking into account the situation with your incontinence chip, maybe filling up on that spooky drink wasn't such a good idea, you think as you feel a sloshing pressure in your bladder region<</if>>. As of now though, you just find yourself sitting at the bar, with the [[bartender in front of you|The Fainting Goat Bar Drinks Menu]].Walking up to the bar, you call over one of the bartenders, a pretty blonde woman with large breasts, wearing a glittering pink dress emblazoned with the clubs’ logo.
<span class="female">"Hello cutie, what do you want to order"</span>, giggling, and smiling dreamily as she does, just audible over the music. In return you enquire about what drinks they have for sale.
However, as a more energetic song starts playing, the two of you being able to hear each other becomes practically impossible. After a moment of confusion, the big breasted blonde pulls out a sign from under the bar, featuring all the prices and images of the products they have for sale. Placing it in front of you, she nods and waits for your answer, pointing at various options as if trying to convince you to buy them.
Looking closer at the display, you can see a clear list of drinks available, it even has the pricing in G.G.P. Including;
<span class="bimbo">- <b>Promotional Beer</b> – 20 G.G.P
- <b>Energy Drinks</b> – 150 G.G.P
- <b>Party-Time Cocktail</b> (Warning: May Cause Increased Suggestibility) - 200 G.G.P</span>
Do you:
<<if $ggp <20>>Order a beer - 20 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Order a beer|Club B Beer][$ggp -= 20; if($diaperWettingPlay == true && $diaperSkill >0){$diaperWetCountDown -= 3;}; if($waterSportsPlay == true && $incontinenceTreatment == true){$incontinenceCountDown -= 2;};]] - 20 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <150>>Order an energy drink - 150 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Order an energy drink|Club B Energy Drink][$ggp -= 150; if($actionAmountCurrent >0){$actionAmountCurrent -= 1;}; if($diaperWettingPlay == true && $diaperSkill >0){$diaperWetCountDown -= 2;}; if($waterSportsPlay == true && $incontinenceTreatment == true){$incontinenceCountDown -= 1;};]] - 150 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <200>>Order a Party-Time cocktail - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Order a Party-Time cocktail|Club B Party-Time][$ggp -= 200; if($diaperWettingPlay == true && $diaperSkill >0){$diaperWetCountDown -= 3;}; if($waterSportsPlay == true && $incontinenceTreatment == true){$incontinenceCountDown -= 2;};]] - 200 G.G.P<</if>>
[[Leave the bar|Club B]]You order a beer from the peppy bartender and she quickly grabs one from a nearby fridge. Popping the cap off, she pours it into a see-through plastic cup, before handing it to you. The label on bottle the states that the brand is, <span class="neutral">‘B-Beer: Making the world happier one drink at a time’</span>, the logo on the side looking a lot like the clubs’ own.
Finally, you receive your plastic cup of beer. Looking down at it, you spot something odd. The beer is pink! Taking a sip, it's really good, maybe one of the best you’ve ever had, though maybe a little too sweet. Certainly nothing to worry about.
For a short time, you slowly drink your way through your beer, enjoying some time to yourself, listening to the fun music and watching people dance and enjoy themselves. It's relaxing, and a nice change of pace.
Before long, you finish your pink beer, with nothing occurring to you as a result<<if $diaperWettingPlay && $diaperSkill >0>>. However, drinking all that beer, especially with your weak bladder, is likely to push you to wetting yourself sooner or later<</if>><<if $incontinenceTreatment && $waterSportsPlay && $incontinenceCountDown >0>>. Taking into account the situation with your incontinence chip, maybe filling up on beer wasn't such a good idea, you think as you feel a sloshing pressure in your bladder region<</if>>. Instead, you just find yourself standing at the bar, with the [[cute bartender in front of you|Club B Drinks Menu]].You order an energy drink from the peppy bartender, and she quickly retrieves one for you from a nearby fridge. Popping the tab, she pours it into a see-through plastic cup, before handing it to you. The label on can the states that the brand is, <span class="bimbo">‘B-SuperCharge: When you don’t wanna stop having fun’</span>, the logo on the side looking a lot like the clubs’ own.
Finally, you receive your plastic cup of energy drinking. Looking down at it, it looks a little odd. Not only is it neon pink, but it also glows in the dark, with tiny glittering sparkles rippling within it. Tentatively, you take a sip.
Immediately you are impressed. You feel filled with amazing energy, more than you ever though you could be. Like this, you feel that you could run a marathon. However, what surprises you more is how great it tastes, sort of like a mix between candyfloss and bubble-gum, not what you’d expect from an energy drink certainly. For a short time, you slowly drink your way through your energy drink, enjoying some time to yourself listening to music and watching people dance. It's relaxing and a lot of fun, in a hyper sort of way.
Before long, you finish your energy drink, with nothing, other than feeling energised, occurring to you as a result<<if $diaperWettingPlay && $diaperSkill >0>>. However, drinking all that energy drink, especially with your weak bladder, is likely to push you to wetting yourself sooner or later<</if>><<if $incontinenceTreatment && $waterSportsPlay && $incontinenceCountDown >0>>. Taking into account the situation with your incontinence chip, maybe filling up on energy drink wasn't such a good idea, you think as you feel a sloshing pressure in your bladder region<</if>>. Instead, you just find yourself standing at the bar, with the [[cute bartender in front of you|Club B Drinks Menu]].As you dance to the upbeat tune, you feel a pair of long, slender, feminine hands land on your hips. A fragrant smell of roses, with a hint of musk, wafts across your senses, as someone presses up against your back. Guiding you by the hips, your mysterious dance partner, guides you into a slow sensual swaying motion, as she presses closer. For, by this point, as the figure presses themselves firmly upon your back, you can clearly feel a pair of pert breasts, small hard nipples poking into you further evidence to their existence.
During a particularly frantic moment in the music, the unknown reveller moves one of her hands to your shoulder, using the moment to spin you gently on the spot, so that you’re now facing her.
Before you, leading you in a surprisingly intimate slow dance, is a pale raven-haired beauty. Her long dark hair frames her almost perfectly feminine facial features, all without a blemish. Dark red lipstick, and thick winged eyeliner stands out strikingly, upon her unearthly pale skin. An elegant dress, also dark red, in co-ordination with her lipstick, sweeps down to the floor, accented with an intricately designed under bust corset. The corsets detailed embroidery, easily pulling focus towards her modest yet perky breasts.
As you embrace in your out of place slow dance, your mystery woman leans in whispering in your ear. A cold chill runs down your spine, though the feeling is rather exhilarating, more than frightening. <span class="female">"Hello, my delicate little morsel. What brings such a resplendent wonder across my path. My wild heart bleeds in joy, to find someone so very interesting, within the dull flock of normality. I wonder, will you be willing to see where our brief encounter leads, or will you stick with the comfortable normal you are accustomed to. I hope you come find me my dear heart"</span>, her tone a languid yet inviting lullaby.
Kissing you tenderly upon the cheek as the music ends, she slips easily through the crowd, leaving you alone and confused.<<if $sexualPreference != 2>>You could call it a day, and find something else to do. Or, maybe you could chase after the pale beauty, and [[see what happens|Club B Seasonal Vampire Main]].<<else>>Well, that was odd, you think as you watch the pale beauty disappear. Feeling that following her would likely escalate in a way you’re not interested in, you decide calling it a day is probably the best choice.<</if>><<if $penis>><<set $timesFuckedPussy += 1>><<else>><<set $timesLesbianSex += 1>><</if>>Throwing caution to the wind, curiosity taking control of you, you push your way through the crowd. It’s a lot more difficult than your mysterious dance partner made it seem, but you manage, albeit a lot less gracefully. Spotting, the swooshing of her intricate dress, as she disappears through the main doors, you speed up your pursuit, committing yourself to locating her.
Out through the club’s entrance, through the recreational plaza, and then through a long winding set of corridors you chase her, never spotting her for more than a moment. It’s almost as if you’re a predator stalking its pray, though the feeling that this might be the other way around lays unbidden in the corners of your mind, that she may instead be reeling you in.
Eventually, almost with a dreamlike quality, you stand before an apartment door in the staff accommodation section of the facility. The door lies wide open, allowing you to see the decadent antique furniture within. Dark woods, and deep red drapes comprise the bulk of the decorations, giving an erotic, and slightly dangerous feel to the surroundings.
As you wander in, the door slam behind you ominously, sealing off your exit. Venturing further inside, you spot through heavily curtained set of double doors, a large canopy bed surrounded by flickering candle light. Silhouetted against the closed bed drapes, you see the shadow of, what you suspect to be the nude form of your mysterious dance partner. The unmistakeable gesture of her beckoning you towards her, pushes your curiosity enough for you to forget your nerves about the oddness of the situation.<<if $currentClothing != "Naked">> As you walk, dreamily remove your $currentClothing, leaving it on the floor behind you. <</if>><<if ($currentUnderwear != "Naked")>> Hooking your thumbs into your $currentUnderwear, you let the slip down your legs, before piling at your feet. Stepping out of them, you hazily continue your journey to the bed.<</if>> Approaching, the bed, separated from the pale beauty by only a thin curtain, that strange cold chill runs down your spine once again, the feeling like you’re being hunted flashing in the back of your mind.
Before you have a chance to react to the shocking feeling, a hand reaches from within, pulling you easily into the confines of the luxurious bed. It takes a moment for you to realise what’s going on, everything happening so quickly that you ‘re just led along stunned. Coming to your senses, you find the raven-haired woman straddling your waist, her hands rest on your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> breasts<</if>> tenderly. Your <<if $penis>>cock<<else>>pussy<</if>> and her vagina press against each other openly, though not yet in a sexual manner. A languid smile crosses her face, as she looks down at you, as if studying you and being happy at what she sees.
<span class="female">"My dear heart, you came to find me. Like curiosity and a cat, you couldn’t keep far away from the chase. Chasing me, or maybe an escape from mundanity, possibly both. But who isn’t. The search for interest and intimacy are all we are beneath the pointless confines of tradition and survival. To find someone to hold across these dark nights. But, don’t speak dear heart, there is only the now, and that is where we must occupy"</span>, her voice like a lullaby, she soothes all your worries, enflaming your passions, as she looks down upon you with lust in her eyes.
In a flash, your pale partner has <<if $penis>>worked your cock into her pussy<<else>>has aligned your pussy with her own, intertwining your legs so they press together<</if>>. As she makes such extensive skin to skin contact, you realise part of why you’ve been so no edge. She’s completely cold to the touch.
The feeling as you <<if $penis>>penetrate her deeply<<else>>rhythmically rub together<</if>>, guided by her movements, is amazing, your partner seemingly extremely skilled at sex. The way her cunt moves, and clenches, is otherworldly, coaxing amazing pleasure from you with ease. All the while, she looks down happily, but always with a well-hidden tinge of … sadness, or is that tiredness, it’s hard to tell.
Leaning forward, she begins kissing her way up your neck, whispering sweet nothings in your ear soothingly. Her expert ministrations are bringing you close to climax, and with the way she’s going, you’re pretty sure you’ll be able to go for multiple rounds. <<if $penis>>Cum spurting from your dick<<else>>Fem-cum spurting from your cunt<</if>>, and a sharp sudden, but momentary pain on your neck, all happen at once overwhelming you with sensation.
Dreamily, suddenly incredibly tired, you look up through heavily lidded eyes. The pale beauty looks different, red streaks covering her ghostly white skin, standing out firmly in contrast. Her mouth houses, long canine teeth, and her eyes glow a cat like red. Still, the expression on her face is comforting, gentle even.
Shushing you sweetly, she lays a kiss on your forehead, <span class="female">"My dear heart …"</span>, she whispers before all around you fades to grey.
…
Waking up, you find yourself back at Club B, slumped across a table. You feel a little woozy. Maybe you just had too much to drink, you wonder as you rub your throat, finding no marks. With a confused sigh, you pull yourself up, not wanting to make anymore a fool of yourself than you already have. Turning back to the table, you see an elegant note addressed to you, likely previously hidden beneath you as you slept. Opening it, it read;
<span class="female"><i>Dear $firstName,
Our brief passionate embrace will last with me a life time. Your Joie de vivre was almost as intoxicating as you were, such lust for life is rare in these troubled days. But I know, in my heart of hearts, that our beautiful dance must be like that of a mayfly, short but astounding. May we meet again, in better circumstances my wonderous dear heart,
C. - XOXOX –</i></span>
Rubbing your forehead, you put the letter away, confused and vexed. Something obviously happened, but what you likely will never know. Straightening yourself up, you find yourself [[standing in Club B|Club B]].As you pass through the dormitory main room you notice that spooky decorations scatter the space. Large colourful stickers featuring pumpkins, witches, and zombies cover the walls, whilst rubber bats and crows hang from the ceiling. In fact, it’s not just the dormitory that’s looking different, with many of the residents also wearing strange and wacky costumes. Funnily, sexy cat girls seem to be a common theme, though you can clearly see the cat ear headbands and butt plug tails. Other than that, you also spot a few bright pink faeries, with pretty butterfly like wings, a couple of sultry vampire, and even an oddly attractive zombie.
Over in one corner you see a large queue, all converging upon a long table. Getting nearer, you spot that a practically naked man, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts hidden by the table and a chef’s hat, sits behind the table giving out carefully wrapped boxes of chocolate. The aroma of chocolate, and something else fills the air, the other smell being familiar, but hard to place.
Curious, you start to queue, but soon decide to quit, seeing the line is just too long for it to be feasible to wait around for.
As you start to leave, you take one last look back, catching the ‘Chef’ standing up, to hand a box across the table. Getting a clearer look at his bulging boxer shorts, you see them clearly labelled <span class="neutral">‘Ingredients’</span>. Odd.
Maybe, you just dodged a bullet there …You tell Mistress Sarah that you'd like to spend some time getting to know her better. She sits there a minute in silence, pondering the offer, before responding.
With a deep, exasperated sigh, she explains, <span class="female">"I suppose if it’s the only way to stop you from bothering me, that I could let you stay around for a little longer. Though, you’ll have to do something productive. This is a business, and these are work hours, I can’t just go off and run through the meadows with you like some star struck teen. If you want to stay, you can sort through my mail. There’s a small chair over there you can pull over, I’ll even let you use a corner of my desk as long as you’re quiet. Who knows, maybe I’ll become bored enough to talk at you"</span>, finishing her speech by pulling a stack of envelopes out of a drawer, and throwing them down on a corner of the desk.
Deciding that you’re not going to get a better offer, and that turning her down now would likely not end well, you pull the seat over and get to work. Sitting at the much smaller seat, working at tiny space on the desk, you’re firmly informed of your place in the pecking order between yourself and Mistress Sarah. You try to start up conversations a couple of times, but the withering looks she sends your way quickly ends those attempts.
She does however, talk at you a few times. Mistress Sarah seems to have very little interest in your input on the topics, but she does seem to enjoy having someone to talk to. The topics are almost all work related, regarding various décor and workplace rules she is contemplating. She does however tell you one story of interest. <<print either("Apparently, whilst she doesn’t particularly like him. Her and Mr. Qwick have a longstanding agreement not to actively compete with each other. She points out that they have very different customers, so when either of them get customers that feel out of place, they recommend the other ones sevices. However, she laments that he annoys her by being so informal all of the time, otherwise he would likely be an excellent prospect for a business partner","Apparently, the owner of Club B has offered to ‘supply’ her with workers in exchange for a partnership. However, she’s heard bad things about the man, and that he’s not someone who she wants to get involved with. It seems she regards him as a lead weight that will likely bring her down with him when he annoys the wrong person. Sadly, to keep things diplomatic, she’s having to employ a couple of his ‘girls’ to keep him quiet");>>. Overall, it's oddly relaxing, being talked to whilst doing mindless work. You also, strangely, get the feeling that she enjoys your presence more than she lets on, offering small smiles your way when she thinks you aren’t looking.<<if ($abdlPlay || $diaperWettingPlay || $diaperMessingPlay) && ($diaperMessCounter + $diaperWetCounter) >= 2>><br><br>One thing she does note, however, much to your embarassement, is that a strange and foul smell seems to be hanging around the room. She goes so far as to order one of her underlings to go get an air freshener to cover it up. Thankfully, she doesn't seem to figure out that it's your dirty diaper she's smelling, instead attributing it to you just being so inferior to her.<</if>>
After a little while, you realise that you probably need to do something more personally productive. Getting up from the chair you [[go back to talking to Mistress Sarah|Brothel Spend Time With Mistress Sarah]].You tell Mistress Sarah that you'd like to have sex with her, if she’d be willing to have sex with you. She sits there a minute in silence, pondering the offer, before responding.
With a deep, exasperated sigh, she explains, <span class="female">"That’s a very … nice offer. But, I just don’t think you’re up to my standards"</span>, a small smile creeps across her face as if she has just thought of something, <span class="female">"Then again, maybe there’s something that you could do for me, if you’re really set on pleasing me. But of course, you’ll have to do everything I say, exactly as I say it, if you’re not looking to disappoint me. If that sounds agreeable to you, then I’ll need you naked and kneeling by my side"</span>. Finishing her speech, she pulls her chair back from under the desk, gesturing to spot next to her on the floor.
<<if $submission >=0>><<set $actionAmountCurrent += 1>><<if $sarahRelationship<=97>><<set $sarahRelationship += 3>><<else>><<set $sarahRelationship = 100>><</if>><<set $timesMasturbated += 1>>Processing what Mistress Sarah has just said, you decide to see where this all leads. At the very least, she might be happier with you as a result, and having someone so powerful on your side might be a great help during your time in the facility. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" || $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>You quickly remove your <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>$currentClothing and $currentUnderwear<<elseif $currentClothing!= "Naked">>$currentClothing<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>$currentUnderwear<</if>> as directed, leaving them in a pile on the floor. However, after seeing the disgusted look on the imperious woman’s face, naked, you take a moment to pick them up, neatly fold them, and place them in a pile in the corner. All under the dutiful watch of your Mistress.<<else>>Thankfully, you're already naked so don't need to get undressed. You smile to yourself, for being so well prepared going in to this.<</if>> <<if $currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">> As her eyes cross your $currentUnderwear, Mistress Sarah sighs loudly. Tutting, she tells you, <span class="female">"Well, well. I knew I was superior to you, but I didn’t realize you were so much lesser than me that you need those <i>things</i>. I suppose I can work with it at least, it certainly puts you in your place quite well"</span>.<</if>>
Now ready, you move around the side of the desk and kneel beside her. Mistress Sarah, by this point has turned back to her work, largely ignoring the presence of her nude plaything. Every minute or two, she looks down at you, sternly offering a criticism of your pose and how to improve upon it. All in all, it takes about quarter of an hour before this series of commands ends, leaving you kneeling upright and straight backed, looking down at the floor in front of you.
<span class="female">"Good. You seem to be able to take command. At least to an acceptable level. I’d say you might even look rather cute, so fully under my tutelage. As such, I’ve decided that I’m willing to let you entertain me. Something you should be thankful for"</span>, her tone almost playful, though it’s hard to tell when your eyes are set at her feet.
Offering some quiet thanks to the dominant business woman, she seems pleased and continues on to the next part of her plans. Turning her chair to face you, offering you her full attention, she commands, <span class="female">"I’m going to let you lick my boots. I want to see long wet licks, all over them, and I want to see that cute little tongue of yours every time you do. If you’re good, I’ll even let you hump my leg to get yourself off, like an obedient and loyal little puppy"</span>.
Slightly put off but already committed, you move to take her high heel booted foot in your hands, so that you can start your humiliating task. However, your mistress tuts at this movement, gesturing down at the floor. Understanding what she desires, you press yourself against the ground, sticking out your tongue ready to clean her boot.
The taste is unpleasant, but it could be far worse, you decide as you take a long lick across the boot. You’re ultimately thankful that Mistress Sarah seems to keep her boots clean, completely free of any real dirt or grime, otherwise your task would be a lot more unpleasant. As it is, you lap at her boots adoringly, leaving little wet trails of spit wherever you minister to. All the while, you hear happy grunts from your dominant partner, a smell of feminine arousal passing your senses. Looking up pitifully, your face streaked with spit, you notice that she has unzipped her pants, and is currently sticking one hand down them, playing with herself.
<span class="female">"Acceptable"</span>, she grunts, looking down to you with lust in her eyes, <span class="female">"You may … hump my leg now. Show your Mistress just what an obedient submissive toy you are"</span>.
The taste of boot still on your tongue, you quickly reposition yourself, your <<if $penis>> cock<<else>>pussy<</if>> pressed up against the boot you just so intimately cleaned. Legs sprawled either side, <<checkThigh>> thighs pressing into either side of her footwear, you start frantically rubbing, increadibly turned on by both seeing the dominant woman touch herself, as well as the humiliation of the situation. Making short thrusting motions, your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> boobs<</if>> mashing into her shins. The look on her face is one of ownership, your submission to her in this moment complete. Moving a hand down, she even pats you on the head condescendingly, only further spurring on your rapid thrusting.
It doesn’t take long for you both to reach your goal. The previous build up and play, serving to hasten you towards orgasm. Mistress Sarah cums first, having started playing with herself before she let you start. Tiredly, she takes the now drenched hand that had previously been used to frig herself, wiping it across your face, as if marking you as her own. Such thoughts in your current state are all you need, forcing you to spill your <<if $penis>>cum<<else>>fem-cum<</if>> across her freshly cleaned boot.
Exhausted, you move to sit back, but your Mistress has one more task for you. Pointing back down at her boot, you gulp as you realise exactly what she’s asking you to do. Once again, prostrating yourself in front of her, pressed to the ground, you stick your tongue out. The salty remains of your fun taste rather nice, but the thought of where they come from makes you pale, reminding you just who is in charge of this situation. Eventually though, the boots are once again clean, and Mistress Sarah assents to you getting up and getting clean, a surprising smile briefly painted on her face.
Your sex session complete, you [[return to talking to Mistress Sarah|Brothel Spend Time With Mistress Sarah]].<<else>>Processing what Mistress Sarah has just said, you decide you’re not comfortable seeing where this all leads. Whilst having sex with the elegant businesswoman sounded good, you’re not sure if you’re willing to let her have as much dominance over you as what she’s asking. Becoming firm in your decision, you momentarily hope that turning down her offer won’t cause the imposing brothel madam to take retribution against you.
Unwilling to comply with her demands, you shake your head and [[return to talking to Mistress Sarah|Brothel Spend Time With Mistress Sarah]].
<</if>>Reaching out to grab your wrist, Aunt Mildred begins her lecturing, her disapproving glare keeping you too cowed to resist. <span class="female">"I’m very disappointed in you! Walking around in such an unclean diaper. That $currentUnderwear of yours would probably make you ill if you hadn’t had the treatment. Such behaviour cannot go unpunished, otherwise you’d never learn. You’ve left me no choice but to …"</span>.
Worried about what is going to happen, you interrupt your incensed carer, <span class="player">"But, Aunt Mildred, I was just going to come get it cleaned. I’ve just been so busy with all the work I’ve been doing, and it just built up so quickly"</span>, you offer, trying to calm her down. Looking up at her face though, your attempts seem to have had a completely different result.
Giving you a quick spank against your <<if $diaperWettingPlay && $diaperMessingPlay>>urine and mess filled<<elseif $diaperWettingPlay>>urine soaked<<else>>mess filled<</if>> diaper, causing it squelch against your <<checkAss>> ass. The movement of your diaper releases a burst of foul smell, making you gag at how pungent it is. Seeing that her point has been made, she responds grumpily, <span class="female">"See, diapers don’t get this unclean by you just working a couple of hours too much. No, not only have you left your diapers in such a state, but now you’re trying to wheedle your way out of a well-deserved punishment. Now I’ll have to think up a whole new punishment to make sure you learn your lesson. Good <<if $femininity >=0>>girls<<else>>boys<</if>> accept their punishments, and don’t try to lie their ways out of them"</span>.
Suitably cowed by your talking down, you wait nervously for Aunt Mildred to deliver her verdict. All the while, your previous audience has started to reassemble, curious about what is going to happy to you. Smiling menacingly, it seems that your carer has decided on a course of action.
<span class="female">"My sweet little diaper bum. You know lying to me is not allowed. As such, I’ve decided that the punishment must fit the crime"</span>, opening her diaper bag, she pulls out a large bar of soap to the jubilant cheers of the crowd, <span class="female">"Your punishment, shall be a through mouth soaping. That dirty little mouth of yours will soon be nice and clean, and hopefully will remember not to say naughty things. Don’t worry sweetheart, it’s all safe, but it’s not going to taste good to you. Now open up for Aunt Mildred"</span>.
Closing your eyes in humiliation, you tentatively open your mouth, pulling back your tongue worriedly. Tutting, your unhappy carer tells you that she wants that tongue front and center, so that she can give it a good soaping too. Worried about what other punishments she might impose on you if you don’t comply, you stick out your tongue, quivering nervously as you do.
Eyes closed, the hint that your punishment has started is the hard contact of the bar of soap on your tongue. Smiling a little internally, you wonder why this is even considered a punishment. It doesn’t taste like much, and whilst it’s a little unpleasant having the heavy lump knocked against your tongue, it’s nowhere near as bad as you expected.
As she carries on, pressing the bar fully into your mouth and past your <<checkLips>> lips, you start to realize why this punishment is so dastardly. Drool, collecting in your mouth, both from nervousness and the from the presence of the large soap bar, has started softening the soapy intruder. The result of this, unpleasantly, is that a lather has started to build in your mouth, in particular upon your tongue. The taste is revolting, a stinging and horrid manufactured taste filling your taste buds. So bad, in fact is the experience, that you can already feel the tears falling down your face.
Opening your eyes, you get the full embarrassing experience in perspective, the crowd laughing hysterically at your mouth soaping punishment. The taste is truly unpleasant, and is only getting worse. Even worse, as your Aunt Mildred pushes the bar further into your mouth, you’ve started to gag on it, producing even more soapy spittle. Leaking out the sides of your mouth now is a thick stream of soapy mess, bubbles emerging around the sides of the bar. It’s all too much for you, and you’re extremely glad when the imposing woman removes the soap from your mouth, letting a final torrent of lathered drool spill out down your front. Even without seeing it, you know that your tear and spit streaked face and front must look a complete and humiliating mess.
With one final burst of applause, your punishment comes to an end, Aunt Mildred praising you on what a good <<if $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> you were for taking your punishment, and how she hopes this will teach you not to lie to her. Finally, she reminds you that you need to get your diaper changed soon or else you’d need to learn your lessons all over again. Stroking your tear streaked face soothingly, attempting to comfort you. Picking up her diaper bag, she briefly dusts you off, before making her leave with a wave goodbye. Leaving you alone with the unpleasant taste of soap in your mouth, and an embarrassed blush across your face.<span class="male">"A bit of a complex procedure, but I’m delighted to be providing it to you. To be honest, I’m rather excited to being able to conduct this one, though not excited enough to reduce the price"</span>, adds Dr.Radcliff as you point out your selection. <span class="male">"The subjects normally look so much more interesting with both a penis and a vagina, it opens up a lot of options. I don’t normally recommend trainees getting a penis, but if you’re keeping your vagina I’m all for it. You’ve made a smart choice today"</span>.
The doctor motions for you to sit down in a chair that is again reminiscent of a dentist's chair, as he searches for something he's yet to explain. This time, however, there are no visible restraints, and, given that you're volunteering for this procedure, you feel less nervous about that and take the seat as instructed.
After a few minutes wait, the doctor returns, wearing a pair of latex gloves with a large, what you can only describe as tube-like, object in hand. Weirdly it reminds you of a flesh-light.
<span class="male">"You'll need to take off any clothes you're wearing, they’d be in the way of applying the treatment"</span>, directs the doctor as he starts opening a jar, smearing inside the weird device, <span class="male">"The procedure is relatively simple really, though what’s going on is more complex. All I need you to do is lie back whilst I apply the device. Let’s just say it’s going to get interesting"</span>, he continues with a wink as <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>you wait, already naked, so don't need to get undressed<</if>>.
Naked, you lie back on the chair, waiting for the procedure. Before long, Dr.Radcliff places a cold, well lubricated hand just above your pussy, rubbing in whatever it is his hand is covered in, onto the spot. With a confident nod, he brings the device over to the patch above your pussy, placing it carefully and with precision. <span class="male">"This might pinch a little, but you must understand that your body is working on some complex alterations and creating sensitive tissue is always a little tricky"</span>. Slightly nervous from the doctors directions you brace yourself for what is about to happen.
With a slight !Click! you feel a quick pinching sensation that quickly is replaced by an overall numbness of the involved spot, the device standing tall in the spot where Dr.Radcliff left it. Taking a step back, he sits down on a nearby chair ready to oversee the procedure. Waiting for 5 minutes, nothing of note happens, only an occasional beep or whir from the mysterious device. Then it happens, all of a sudden, a rapid burst of sensation catches you by surprise with enough force that you’re almost jolted off the seat. Feeling returns to the previously numbed spot, however the sensations are much more intense than previously, causing you to cry out in overstimulated shock.
In response to the changing situation, the device seated on the patch above your pussy starts to vibrate aggressively, an odd wet heat pooling in the spot. It feels almost as if something is trying to push out of you. The sensations, however, do not stop, your arousal, built from the pleasurable feelings now overpowering you, causing complex thoughts about what is happening wanting to cease. With a loud groaning orgasm, you start to notice that your thighs are covered in a thick liquid. Looking down, you notice a tiny fleshy sack emerging from the base of it, likely your new balls you wonder briefly, before another orgasm shakes the thought from your mind.
Between the constant wave of orgasms, you start to feel a more intense stretching sensation centred on the spot above your crotch, accompanied by a pleasant internal feeling beneath it. Again, looking down to try and observe what is happening, you notice that you’re starting to feel something new, like you’ve got another clit, that is being pleasantly vibrated by the device. One final intense orgasm, sending a shower of fem-cum from your pussy across the chair and your legs, signals the end of the procedure, the strange object suddenly coming to a sudden halt of all function.
The doctor looks on smiling for a moment, before walking over and carefully pulling off the device, now seemingly lodged, and shielding something new. No longer blocked from view, you can now clearly see your new cock, <<checkPenis>>, a fleshy scrotum hanging below it. Even further down, you still have your pussy and clit, though they are slightly obscured by your new additions. You run your hand across your genitals briefly, checking that they’re real. With a shudder of sensation, you are assured the procedure is complete. Taking a moment, you relax before getting ready to carry on, too tired to move from the lake of fem-cum you produced.
[["Did you want anything else?"|Clinic General Transformation Options]] Asks the doctor smiling.<span class="male">"A bit of a complex procedure, but I’m completely willing to providing it to you. To be honest, I’m rather excited to being able to conduct this one, though not excited enough to reduce the price"</span>, adds Dr.Radcliff as you point out your selection. <span class="male">"At least you’re keeping your vagina, that will do well for you when you finally go through final processing. Not a bad choice of procedures at the very least"</span>.
The doctor motions for you to sit down in a chair that is again reminiscent of a dentist's chair, as he searches for something he's yet to explain. This time, however, there are no visible restraints, and, given that you're volunteering for this procedure, you feel less nervous about that and take the seat as instructed.
After a few minutes wait, the doctor returns, wearing a pair of latex gloves with a large, what you can only describe as tube-like, object in hand. Weirdly it reminds you of a flesh-light.
<span class="male">"You'll need to take off any clothes you're wearing, they’d be in the way of applying the treatment"</span>, directs the doctor as he starts opening a jar, smearing inside the weird device, <span class="male">"The procedure is relatively simple really, though what’s going on is more complex. All I need you to do is lie back whilst I apply the device. Let’s just say it’s going to get interesting"</span>, he continues with a wink as <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>you wait, already naked, so don't need to get undressed<</if>>.
Naked, you lie back on the chair, waiting for the procedure. Before long, Dr.Radcliff runs a cold, well lubricated hand across your cock, rubbing in whatever it is his hand is covered in, onto it. With a confident nod, he brings the device over to dick, enveloping it carefully and with precision. <span class="male">"This might pinch a little, but you must understand that your body is working on some complex alterations and removing sensitive tissue is always a little tricky"</span>. Slightly nervous from the doctors directions you brace yourself for what is about to happen.
With a slight !Click! you feel a quick pinching sensation that quickly is replaced by an overall numbness of the involved spot, the device standing tall covering your dick. Taking a step back, Dr.Radcliff sits down on a nearby chair ready to oversee the procedure. Waiting for 5 minutes, nothing of note happens, only an occasional beep or whir from the mysterious device. Then it happens, all of a sudden, a rapid burst of sensation catches you by surprise with enough force that you’re almost jolted off the seat. Feeling returns to your previously numbed cock, however the sensations are much more intense than previously, causing you to cry out in overstimulated shock.
In response to the changing situation, the device seated on your penis starts to vibrate aggressively, an odd wet heat pooling in the spot. It feels almost as if something is trying to pull itself into you. The sensations, however, do not stop. your arousal, built from the pleasurable feelings now overpowering you, causing complex thoughts about what is happening wanting to cease. With a loud groaning orgasm, you start to notice that your thighs are covered in a thick liquid, the top of the device leaking your cum down the sides. Looking down you notice your fleshy scrotum sack being sucked into from the base of the mysterious object, you wonder briefly what’s happening to it before another orgasm shakes the thought from your mind.
Between the constant wave of orgasms, you start to feel a more intense contracting sensation centred on the spot where your cock and balls once existed, accompanied by a pleasant internal feeling beneath it. Again, looking down to try and observe what is happening, you notice that you’re starting to feel something new, like you’re now lacking something you used to have, the fading remnants being pleasantly vibrated by the device. One final intense orgasm, sending a shower of cum from the end of the device across the chair and your legs, signals the end of the procedure, the strange object suddenly coming to a sudden halt of all function.
The doctor looks on smiling for a moment, before walking over and carefully pulling off the device, now seemingly lodged, and shielding something new. No longer blocked from view, you can now clearly see your dick is completely gone, your fleshy scrotum also no longer hanging above your cunt. Even further down, you still have your pussy and clit, now finally not obscured by your ball sack. You run your hand across your genitals briefly, checking that your penis is really gone. With a lack of sensation, you are assured the procedure is complete. Taking a moment, you relax before getting ready to carry on, too tired to move from the lake of cum you produced.
[["Did you want anything else?"|Clinic General Transformation Options]] Asks the doctor smiling.<span class="male">"A bit of a complex procedure, but I’m delighted to be providing it to you. To be honest, I’m rather excited to being able to conduct this one, though not excited enough to reduce the price"</span>, adds Dr.Radcliff as you point out your selection, <span class="male">"The subjects normally look so much more interesting with both a penis and a vagina, it opens up a lot of options. Best of all, you’re adding a vagina onto yourself, that will significantly improve your auction prospects. You’ve made a smart choice today"</span>.
The doctor motions for you to sit down in a chair that is again reminiscent of a dentist's chair, as he searches for something he's yet to explain. This time, however, there are no visible restraints, and, given that you're volunteering for this procedure, you feel less nervous about that and take the seat as instructed.
After a few minutes wait, the doctor returns, wearing a pair of latex gloves with a large, what you can only describe as tube-like, object in hand. Weirdly it reminds you of a flesh-light.
<span class="male">"You'll need to take off any clothes you're wearing, they’d be in the way of applying the treatment"</span>, directs the doctor as he starts opening a jar, smearing inside the weird device, <span class="male">"The procedure is relatively simple really, though what’s going on is more complex. All I need you to do is lie back whilst I apply the device. Let’s just say it’s going to get interesting"</span>, he continues with a wink as <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>you wait, already naked, so don't need to get undressed<</if>>.
Naked, you lie back on the chair, waiting for the procedure. Before long, Dr.Radcliff places a cold, well lubricated hand just below your ball sack, rubbing in whatever it is his hand is covered in, onto the spot. With a confident nod, he brings the device over to the patch just below your scrotum, placing it carefully and with precision. <span class="male">"This might pinch a little, but you must understand that your body is working on some complex alterations and creating sensitive tissue is always a little tricky"</span>. Slightly nervous from the doctors directions, you brace yourself for what is about to happen.
With a slight !Click! you feel a quick pinching sensation that quickly is replaced by an overall numbness of the involved spot, the device standing tall in the spot where Dr.Radcliff left it. Taking a step back, he sits down on a nearby chair ready to oversee the procedure. Waiting for 5 minutes, nothing of note happens, only an occasional beep or whir from the mysterious device. Then it happens, all of a sudden, a rapid burst of sensation catches you by surprise with enough force that you’re almost jolted off the seat. Feeling returns to the previously numbed spot, however the sensations are much more intense than previously, causing you to cry out in overstimulated shock.
In response to the changing situation, the device seated on the patch beneath your <<checkPenis>> cock and balls starts to vibrate aggressively, an odd wet heat pooling in the spot. It feels almost as if something is trying to push into you. The sensations, however, do not stop, your arousal, built from the pleasurable feelings now overpowering you, causing complex thoughts about what is happening wanting to cease. With a loud groaning orgasm, you start to notice that your thighs are covered in a thick liquid. Looking down you notice, that the device has moved down leaving a tiny erect bean just above visible, likely your new clit, you wonder briefly before another orgasm shakes the thought from your mind.
Between the constant wave of orgasms, you start to feel a more intense stretching sensation centred on the spot below your crotch, accompanied by a pleasant internal feeling beneath it. Again, looking down to try and observe what is happening, you notice that you’re starting to feel something new, like you’ve got another orifice, that is being pleasantly vibrated by the device. One final intense orgasm, sending a shower of cum from your cock across the chair and your legs, signals the end of the procedure, the strange object suddenly coming to a sudden halt of all function.
The doctor looks on smiling for a moment, before walking over and carefully pulling out the device with a wet plop, now seemingly lodged inside of you. No longer blocked from view, you can now clearly see your new pussy, wet and needy, only somewhat obscured by your <<checkPenis>> cock and balls. You run your hand across your genitals briefly, checking that they’re real. With a shudder of sensation, you are assured the procedure is complete. Taking a moment, you relax before getting ready to carry on, too tired to move from the lake of cum you produced.
[["Did you want anything else?"|Clinic General Transformation Options]] Asks the doctor smiling.<span class="male">"A bit of a complex procedure, but I’m completely willing to providing it to you. To be honest, I’m rather excited to being able to conduct this one, though not excited enough to reduce the price"</span>, adds Dr.Radcliff as you point out your selection, <span class="male">"It pains me to see that you’re getting rid of your vagina, that will not do well for you when you finally go through final processing. Though, I won’t complain too much, complex procedures like this are always rather fun to do"</span>.
The doctor motions for you to sit down in a chair that is again reminiscent of a dentist's chair, as he searches for something he's yet to explain. This time, however, there are no visible restraints, and, given that you're volunteering for this procedure, you feel less nervous about that and take the seat as instructed.
After a few minutes wait, the doctor returns, wearing a pair of latex gloves with a large, what you can only describe as tube-like, object in hand. Weirdly it reminds you of a flesh-light.
<span class="male">"You'll need to take off any clothes you're wearing, they’d be in the way of applying the treatment"</span>, directs the doctor as he starts opening a jar, smearing inside the weird device, <span class="male">"The procedure is relatively simple really, though what’s going on is more complex. All I need you to do is lie back whilst I apply the device. Let’s just say it’s going to get interesting"</span>, he continues with a wink as <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>you wait, already naked, so don't need to get undressed<</if>>.
Naked, you lie back on the chair, waiting for the procedure. Before long, Dr.Radcliff runs a cold, well lubricated hand into the crevice of your pussy, rubbing in gently whatever it is his hand is covered in, into it. With a confident nod, he brings the device over to pussy, placing it carefully over it with precision. <span class="male">"This might pinch a little, but you must understand that your body is working on some complex alterations and removing sensitive tissue is always a little tricky"</span>. Slightly nervous from the doctors directions you brace yourself for what is about to happen.
With a slight !Click! you feel a quick pinching sensation that quickly is replaced by an overall numbness of the involved spot, the device standing tall covering your whole cunt. Taking a step back, Dr.Radcliff sits down on a nearby chair ready to oversee the procedure. Waiting for 5 minutes, nothing of note happens, only an occasional beep or whir from the mysterious device. Then it happens, all of a sudden, a rapid burst of sensation catches you by surprise with enough force that you’re almost jolted off the seat. Feeling returns to your previously numbed vagina, however the sensations are much more intense than previously, causing you to cry out in overstimulated shock.
In response to the changing situation, the device seated on your moist hole starts to vibrate aggressively, an odd wet heat pooling in the spot. It feels almost as if something is trying to push itself out of you, funnily enough, this is accompanied simultaneously by the feeling as if something is entering your cunt. The sensations, however, do not stop. your arousal, built from the pleasurable feelings now overpowering you, causing complex thoughts about what is happening wanting to cease. With a loud groaning orgasm, you start to notice that your thighs are covered in a thick liquid, the top of the device leaking your fem-cum down the sides. Looking down you notice your small clit, disappearing before your eyes as the skin around it first begins to cover it, before sealing off smooth. You wonder briefly what’s happening to it before another orgasm shakes the thought from your mind.
Between the constant wave of orgasms, you start to feel a more intense contracting sensation centred on the spot where your pussy once existed, accompanied by a pleasant internal feeling around it. Again, looking down to try and observe what is happening, you notice that you’re starting to feel something new, like you’re now lacking something you used to have, the fading remnants being pleasantly vibrated by the device. One final intense orgasm, sending a shower of fem-cum from the end of the device across the chair and your legs, signals the end of the procedure, the strange object suddenly coming to a sudden halt of all function.
The doctor looks on smiling for a moment, before walking over and carefully pulling off the device, no longer attached to anything. Now, without the object obscuring your vision, you can now clearly see your cunt is completely gone, your tiny clit no longer hiding just beneath your balls. Further up, you still have your <<checkPenis>> dick and scrotum, now without competition for space in your genital region. You run your hand across your genitals briefly, checking that your moist hole is really gone. With a lack of sensation, you are assured the procedure is complete. Taking a moment, you relax before getting ready to carry on, too tired to move from the lake of fem-cum you produced.
[["Did you want anything else?"|Clinic General Transformation Options]] Asks the doctor smiling.<span class="male">"So, normally we don't tell the patient about the next part. However, as of the start of this month, you are eligible for an alternate form of the treatment that other inmates receive. What would normally happen now is that you'd be dosed with a treatment that would cause an extensive change to your physical form, making you decidedly more feminine. <<if $penis>>It would also transform you into woman<<else>>It would also, if you were male, transform you into a woman<</if>>. We are, however, offering you have the option to opt into the lesser version of the treatment. It'll still cause you to exhibit some more feminine qualities, but, it is significantly less invasive. The catch is, you'll have to beg for it, to show your co-operation"</span>, explains the doctor.
Thinking over your options you try to decide between the two choices. The more invasive full treatment that will make you decidedly more feminine. Or the lesser treatment which will only minorly boost your femininity<<if $penis>>, and will let you keep your cock<</if>>, but you’ll have to embarrass yourself to get it, and who knows what else that’ll cause.
<span class="male">"The choice is up to you; however, I will need you to make a choice"</span>, the man in the labcoat says, interrupting your thoughts.
Do you:
[[Accept the full treatment|Processing 5][$femininity +=30; $penis = false; $vagina = true; $breastSize +=3; $currentClothing = "T-Shirt and Pants which are way too big"; if($height>=76){$height=72}else if($height<=64){$height=60}else{$height-=4}; $hairLength +=1]]
[[Ask for the lesser treatment|Processing 5 Alt][$femininity +=20; $breastSize +=1; $currentClothing = "T-Shirt and Pants which are too big"; if($height>=76){$height=74}else if($height<=62){$height=60}else{$height-=2}; $hairLength +=1; $submission +=20; $penisSize =0]]
<span class="male">"An extremely simple procedure"</span>, adds Dr.Radcliff as you point out your selection, <span class="male">"I suppose if you’re looking at it in terms of profitability, if you’re going to have a penis, it’s best to have a big one. Not always the case, but most of our clients prefer their partners well endowed. Either way, if you’ve paid for it, then I’m more than happy to give you the procedure"</span>.
The doctor motions for you to sit down in a chair that is again reminiscent of a dentist's chair, as he searches for something he's yet to explain. This time, however, there are no visible restraints, and, given that you're volunteering for this procedure, you feel less nervous about that and take the seat as instructed.
After a few minutes wait, the doctor returns, wearing a pair of latex gloves with a large jar of cream in hand.
<span class="male">"You'll need to take off any clothes you're wearing, don't want them to get ruined"</span>, directs the doctor as he starts opening the jar, <span class="male">"The procedure is very simple, all I need to do is apply this cream to your cock and balls they'll be bigger before you know it"</span>, he continues as <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>you're already naked so don't need to get undressed<</if>>.
Now naked, you lie back on the chair, waiting for the procedure. Before long, Dr.Radcliff, after getting a good layer of ointment on his gloves, places both hands on simultaneously on your genitals. At first the feeling is cold as the obviously refrigerated cream makes contact with your skin. However, you quickly heat up, seemingly from the cream's reaction as it starts to take effect. The doctor gently gropes your dick, carefully applying the cream equally as possible. The look on his face is one of concentration and contentment, and looking down you're sure you can’t spot a bulge in his pants, he seems to be treating this very professionally.
Taking a step back, he removes his gloves, watching on. Now that you have the space to think, you realise that for some reason the cream smells faintly of strawberries, weird, but in a nice way. You wait briefly for the treatment to take effect, it takes a moment for you to realise that your dick has even changed, growing slowly and consistently in size. As you wait, a pleasant sensation radiates from your groin, not enough to push you towards an orgasm, but, however, a pleasant diversion as you wait. Eventually, after a few minutes, the change is much more obvious, your dick and balls now visibly increased in size, can now be considered <<checkPenis>>.
The doctor looks on smiling for a moment, before walking over with a small mirror in hand. You can clearly see that a <<checkPenis>> penis and scrotum now resides in your groin-al region. Assured the procedure is complete you relax, ready to carry on.
[["Did you want anything else?"|Clinic General Transformation Options]] Asks the doctor smiling.<span class="male">"An extremely simple procedure"</span>, adds Dr.Radcliff as you point out your selection, <span class="male">"In general terms, our clients prefer trainees without a penis, however some of them love humiliating trainees with small cock and balls. Not always the case, but there’s still some value in having them smaller. Either way, if you’ve paid for it, then I’m more than happy to give you the procedure"</span>.
The doctor motions for you to sit down in a chair that is again reminiscent of a dentist's chair, as he searches for something he's yet to explain. This time, however, there are no visible restraints, and, given that you're volunteering for this procedure, you feel less nervous about that and take the seat as instructed.
After a few minutes wait, the doctor returns, wearing a pair of latex gloves with a large jar of cream in hand.
<span class="male">"You'll need to take off any clothes you're wearing, don't want them to get ruined"</span>, directs the doctor as he starts opening the jar, <span class="male">"The procedure is very simple, all I need to do is apply this cream to your cock and balls they'll be smaller before you know it"</span>, he continues as <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>you're already naked so don't need to get undressed<</if>>.
Now naked, you lie back on the chair, waiting for the procedure. Before long, Dr.Radcliff, after getting a good layer of ointment on his gloves, places both hands on simultaneously on your genitals. At first the feeling is cold as the obviously refrigerated cream makes contact with your skin. However, you quickly heat up, seemingly from the cream's reaction as it starts to take effect. The doctor gently gropes your dick, carefully applying the cream equally as possible. The look on his face is one of concentration and contentment, and looking down you're sure you can’t spot a bulge in his pants, he seems to be treating this very professionally.
Taking a step back, he removes his gloves, watching on. Now that you have the space to think, you realise that for some reason the cream smells faintly of lemons, weird, but in a nice way. You wait briefly for the treatment to take effect, it takes a moment for you to realise that your dick has even changed, shrinking slowly and consistently in size. As you wait, a pleasant sensation radiates from your groin, not enough to push you towards an orgasm, but, however, a pleasant diversion as you wait. Eventually, after a few minutes, the change is much more obvious, your dick and balls now visibly decreased in size, can now be considered <<checkPenis>>.
The doctor looks on smiling for a moment, before walking over with a small mirror in hand. You can clearly see that a <<checkPenis>> penis and scrotum now resides in your groin-al region. Assured the procedure is complete you relax, ready to carry on.
[["Did you want anything else?"|Clinic General Transformation Options]] Asks the doctor smiling.Below is a listing of all the commissioned art contained within the game, sorted by the artist which produced it. Warning! Some of the images may contain plot spoilers, so proceed at your own peril.
<b>Silverjile</b>
Can be found at: <a href="http://www.hentai-foundry.com/user/Silverjile/profile" target="_blank">Hentai Foundry</a>
The main banner [SFW, Cute]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Silverjile 1') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Silverjile 1') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Silverjile 1') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Silverjile 1" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Signs/RepurposeBanner01.jpg]]</div></div>
The initial transformation [NSFW, Cute, F, Bondage]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Silverjile 2') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Silverjile 2') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Silverjile 2') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Silverjile 2" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Sex Scenes/InitialTransformation.jpg]]</div></div>
The first time working at he brothel (resist) [NSFW, Bondage, FF, Denial]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Silverjile 3') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Silverjile 3') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Silverjile 3') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Silverjile 3" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Sex Scenes/BrothelInitialResist.jpg]]</div></div>
The first time working at the brothel (submit) [NSFW, FSelf]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Silverjile 4') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Silverjile 4') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Silverjile 4') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Silverjile 4" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Sex Scenes/BrothelInitialSubmit.jpg]]</div></div>
The first time working at the glory hole [NSFW, F-Machine]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Silverjile 10') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Silverjile 10') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Silverjile 10') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Silverjile 10" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Sex Scenes/GloryHoleTraining.jpg]]</div></div>
Hucow milked in bondage [NSFW, Lactation, Bondage]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Silverjile 12') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Silverjile 12') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Silverjile 12') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Silverjile 12" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Sex Scenes/HucowMilking.jpg]]</div></div>
Tilly face sitting the player [NSFW, F-F, Oral]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Silverjile 18') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Silverjile 18') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Silverjile 18') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Silverjile 18" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Sex Scenes/TillyFaceSit.jpg]]</div></div>
Nude player waiting in testing chair [NSFW]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Silverjile 20') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Silverjile 20') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Silverjile 20') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Silverjile 20" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Sex Scenes/NakedLabTest.png]]</div></div>
'My Space Princess' Poster [NSFW]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Silverjile 21') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Silverjile 21') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Silverjile 21') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Silverjile 21" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Sex Scenes/SpacePrincessPoster.png]]</div></div>
Hucow bred and milked in bondage [NSFW, Lactation, Bondage, F/M sex]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Silverjile 27') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Silverjile 27') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Silverjile 27') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Silverjile 27" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Sex Scenes/HucowBreeding.jpg]]</div></div>
Tilly first date [SFW]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Silverjile 28') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Silverjile 28') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Silverjile 28') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Silverjile 28" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Sex Scenes/TillyFirstDate.jpg]]</div></div>
Ashley Charcter Portrait [NSFW]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Silverjile 5') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Silverjile 5') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Silverjile 5') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Silverjile 5" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/AshleyLarge.png]]</div></div>
Tilly Charcter Portrait [SFW]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Silverjile 6') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Silverjile 6') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Silverjile 6') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Silverjile 6" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/TillyLarge.png]]</div></div>
Jess Charcter Portrait [SFW]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Silverjile 7') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Silverjile 7') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Silverjile 7') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Silverjile 7" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/JessLarge.png]]</div></div>
Davis Charcter Portrait [SFW]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Silverjile 8') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Silverjile 8') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Silverjile 8') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Silverjile 8" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/DavisLarge.png]]</div></div>
Dr. Radcliff Charcter Portrait [SFW]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Silverjile 9') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Silverjile 9') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Silverjile 9') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Silverjile 9" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/RadcliffLarge.png]]</div></div>
Alice the AI's 'Special' Avatar [SFW]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Silverjile 11') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Silverjile 11') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Silverjile 11') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Silverjile 11" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/AliceAI.jpg]]</div></div>
Anna Character Portrait [SFW]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Silverjile 13') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Silverjile 13') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Silverjile 13') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Silverjile 13" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/AnnaLarge.png]]</div></div>
Britney Character Portrait [SFW]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Silverjile 14') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Silverjile 14') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Silverjile 14') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Silverjile 14" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/BritneyLarge.png]]</div></div>
Mistress Sarah Character Portrait [SFW]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Silverjile 15') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Silverjile 15') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Silverjile 15') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Silverjile 15" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/SarahLarge.png]]</div></div>
Mr Qwick Character Portrait [SFW]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Silverjile 16') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Silverjile 16') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Silverjile 16') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Silverjile 16" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/QwickLarge.png]]</div></div>
Tony Bosco Character Portrait [SFW]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Silverjile 17') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Silverjile 17') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Silverjile 17') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Silverjile 17" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/TonyLarge.png]]</div></div>
TRC Capture Van [SFW]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Silverjile 19') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Silverjile 19') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Silverjile 19') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Silverjile 19" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Misc/CaptureVan.png]]</div></div>
Betsy Character Portrait [NSFW]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Silverjile 22') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Silverjile 22') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Silverjile 22') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Silverjile 22" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/BetsyLarge.png]]</div></div>
Jasmine Character Portrait [NSFW]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Silverjile 23') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Silverjile 23') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Silverjile 23') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Silverjile 23" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/JasmineLarge.png]]</div></div>
Anthony Character Portrait [SFW]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Silverjile 24') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Silverjile 24') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Silverjile 24') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Silverjile 24" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/AnthonyLarge.png]]</div></div>
Henry Character Portrait [SFW]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Silverjile 25') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Silverjile 25') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Silverjile 25') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Silverjile 25" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/HenryLarge.png]]</div></div>
Lianna Character Portrait [SFW]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Silverjile 26') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Silverjile 26') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Silverjile 26') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Silverjile 26" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/LiannaLarge.png]]</div></div>
<b>Black-Rayal</b>
Can be found at: <a href="https://black-rayal.deviantart.com/" target="_blank">Deviant Art</a>, <a href="https://www.patreon.com/user?u=4695680" target="_blank">Patreon</a>
Sitting in the Bimbo-ification Chair [NSFW, FSelf, Hypnosis]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Rayal 1') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Rayal 1') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Rayal 1') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Rayal 1" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Sex Scenes/BimboChair.jpg]]</div></div>
<b>Aweye-FF</b>
Can be found at: <a href="https://aweye-ff.deviantart.com/" target="_blank">Deviant Art</a>, <a href="https://aweye-blog.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">tumblr</a>, <a href="https://www.patreon.com/aweye" target="_blank">Patreon</a>
Diaper Change's [SFW, ADBL/Diapers, Cute]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Aweye 1') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Aweye 1') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Aweye 1') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Aweye 1" style="display:none">
Diaper Change (Clean)
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Aweye 1a') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Aweye 1a') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Aweye 1a') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Aweye 1a" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/DiaperChangeClean.png]]</div></div>
Diaper Change (Messy)
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Aweye 1b') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Aweye 1b') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Aweye 1b') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Aweye 1b" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/DiaperChangeMessy.png]]</div></div>
Diaper Change (Wet)
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Aweye 1c') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Aweye 1c') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Aweye 1c') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Aweye 1c" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/DiaperChangeWet.png]]</div></div>
</div>
Daisy ABDL Bunny-girl Character portrait [SFW, ABDL/Diapers, Cute]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Aweye 2') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Aweye 2') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Aweye 2') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Aweye 2" style="display:none">
Daisy ABDL Bunny-girl Character portrait (Full)
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Aweye 2a') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Aweye 2a') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Aweye 2a') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Aweye 2a" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/DaisyFull.png]]</div></div>
Daisy ABDL Bunny-girl Character portrait (Bust)
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Aweye 2b') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Aweye 2b') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Aweye 2b') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Aweye 2b" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/DaisyLarge.png]]</div></div>
</div>
<b>NekoroA</b>
Can be found at: <a href="https://nekoroa.deviantart.com/" target="_blank">Deviant Art</a>
High Chair Feeding [NSFW, ADBL/Diapers, Food, Cute]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('NekoroA 1') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('NekoroA 1') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('NekoroA 1') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="NekoroA 1" style="display:none">
High Chair Feeding (Clean):
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('NekoroA 1a') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('NekoroA 1a') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('NekoroA 1a') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="NekoroA 1a" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/HighChairFeeding1.png]]</div></div>
High Chair Feeding (Slightly Messy):
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('NekoroA 1b') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('NekoroA 1b') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('NekoroA 1b') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="NekoroA 1b" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/HighChairFeeding2.png]]</div></div>
High Chair Feeding (Fully Messy):
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('NekoroA 1c') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('NekoroA 1c') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('NekoroA 1c') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="NekoroA 1c" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/HighChairFeeding3.png]]</div></div>
</div>
<b>Yuhi-Tan</b>
Can be found at: <a href="https://www.patreon.com/user?u=8343186" target="_blank">Patreon</a>, <a href="https://yuhiote69.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">tumblr</a>
Public Diaper Accidents [NSFW, ADBL/Diapers, Cute]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Yuhi 1') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Yuhi 1') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Yuhi 1') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Yuhi 1" style="display:none">
Public Diaper Accident (Wet)
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Yuhi 1a') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Yuhi 1a') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Yuhi 1a') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Yuhi 1a" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/PublicWet.jpg]]</div></div>
Public Diaper Accident (Messy):
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Yuhi 1b') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Yuhi 1b') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Yuhi 1b') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Yuhi 1b" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/PublicMessy.jpg]]</div></div>
Public Diaper Accident (Wet):
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Yuhi 1c') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Yuhi 1c') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Yuhi 1c') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Yuhi 1c" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/PublicWetAndMessy.jpg]]</div></div>
</div>
Diapered Napping [NSFW, ADBL/Diapers, Cute]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Yuhi 4') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Yuhi 4') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Yuhi 4') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Yuhi 4" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/PlayerNapClean.jpg]]</div></div>
(Minor Image) Rocking Horse [SFW]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Yuhi 2') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Yuhi 2') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Yuhi 2') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Yuhi 2" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/RockingHorse.png]]</div></div>
(Minor Image) Little Land TV [SFW]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Yuhi 3') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Yuhi 3') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Yuhi 3') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Yuhi 3" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/TVScreen.png]]</div></div>
(Minor Image) Milk and Cookies [SFW]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Yuhi 5') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Yuhi 5') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Yuhi 5') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Yuhi 5" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/MilkCookie.jpg]]</div></div>
<b>Lily-Blax</b>
Can be found at: <a href="https://lilyblax.deviantart.com/" target="_blank">Deviant Art</a>, <a href="https://devialnoxalys.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">tumblr</a>, <a href="https://www.patreon.com/Lilyblax" target="_blank">Patreon</a>
Katie energetic ABDL girl Character portrait [SFW, ABDL/Diapers, Cute]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Lily 1') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Lily 1') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Lily 1') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Lily 1" style="display:none">
Katie energetic ABDL girl Character portrait (Full)
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Lily 1a') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Lily 1a') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Lily 1a') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Lily 1a" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/KatieFull.png]]</div></div>
Katie energetic ABDL girl Character portrait (Bust)
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Lily 1b') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Lily 1b') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Lily 1b') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Lily 1b" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/KatieLarge.png]]</div></div>
</div>
Polly shy ABDL girl Character portrait [SFW, ABDL/Diapers, Cute]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Lily 2') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Lily 2') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Lily 2') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Lily 2" style="display:none">
Polly shy ABDL girl Character portrait (Full)
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Lily 2a') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Lily 2a') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Lily 2a') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Lily 2a" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/PollyFull.png]]</div></div>
Polly shy ABDL girl Character portrait (Bust):
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Lily 2b') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Lily 2b') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Lily 2b') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Lily 2b" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/PollyLarge.png]]</div></div>
</div>
The Snuffy-Fluffy-Kin [SFW]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Lily 3') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Lily 3') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Lily 3') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Lily 3" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/SnuffyFluffy.png]]</div></div>
Search For The Golden Diaper [ABDL/Diapers, SFW]:
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Lily 4') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Lily 4') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Lily 4') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Lily 4" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/DiaperTomb.png]]</div></div>
<b>Dixon Harden</b>
Can be found at: N/A
Villin Character Portrait [SFW] (This image was very generously drawn/donated to the project):
<button title="show/hide" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('Dixon 1') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('Dixon 1') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('Dixon 1') .style.display='none'}">show/hide</button><div id="Dixon 1" style="display:none"><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/VillinLarge.png]]</div></div>
[[Back to start page|Start Page]]As you pass through the recreational hub, you spot something that catches you completely by surprise. Erected in the middle of the large plaza, are a great number of tents, stalls and animal pens. Large banners featuring girls wearing cow horn headbands, and cow tail but plugs, all with exaggeratedly large breasts, announce the event as a facility funded farm festival, meant to showcase the great efforts of the facilities hucow program.
Walking past, you spot that many of the girls appearing on the banners are also scattered among the festivities. Some sit in pens labeled, <span class="neutral">‘petting zoos’</span>, whilst others work stalls selling a variety of human milk-based products, including some incredibly appetizing smelling ice-creams. Further, one particular exhibit features a number of ‘cow girls’ bent over a variety of milking devices, a man dressed as a farmhand explaining to curious passers-by what each of the sleek chrome devices does. From the looks on the women’s faces, it looks like they’re all having a great time, enjoying the attention, and competing with each other to attract the most visitors to interact with them, thick streams of milk, running through attached clear pipes, getting stored in large metal urns.
Still standing in the center of all the attractions is the large, red and white striped, main tent. A large sign above it describes it only as, <span class="neutral">‘The Main Event’</span>. The entrance is wide open, and you can occasionally hear a rousing round of cheers emanating from within. Maybe you should [[go in and investigate|Recreational Hub Farm Festival Main]].Entering into the big tent, you see large stands of seats, almost all filled with a gleeful and cheering crowd. More cute girls, in nothing but cow horn headbands and cow tail butt plugs, sell human milk ice-creams to the crowds from worn concession boxes. Sitting at a high table across from the entrance is a raised table, sitting behind which is a selection of suited businessmen and women. Behind them, however, is a large screen, filled with scores and names. If all of the hucow themed paraphernalia wasn’t enough to confirm the purpose of this competition, the next contestant's name leaves you without a shadow of a doubt. ‘Betsy Milky-Moo’ certainly doesn’t sound like any normal person’s name.
Taking a seat in a stand close to the opening, you watch on as the next stage of the competition takes place.
First off, Betsy is brought out from a side tent, pulled along on a leash, clipped to her collar, by another man dressed as a farmhand. Much like the other ‘cow girls’ you’ve seen, she also wears a cow horn headband atop her long wavy brunette hair and a cow tail butt plug in her cushiony posterior. However, the tall, and incredibly large breasted woman has a few differences making her stand out from the crowd. A large cowbell hangs from her collar, ringing with every step as she wanders happily into the main tent. Purple ribbons have been artistically woven into her hair, bringing attention to her lustrous locks. Across her body, she has large painted black splodges, making her look like a Holstein cow. She also seems unable to stop her breasts from lactating, a constant stream running from her nipples.
Pulled into the center of the display, her handler takes out a brush and begins stroking her hair with it. Loud happy moans come from the merry hucow, and the occasional, <span class="female">"Moo"</span>, as she enjoys the attention. After a nod from one of the judges on the panel, the handler whispers in her ear, and wanders to one side, producing a bucket and a stopwatch.
Holding the watch in the air, he indents the timer, staring the count, simultaneously putting the bucket at Betsy’s feet. Bending over the bucket cheerily, neither the lactating beauty nor her companion need actually touch her breasts, the milk freely falling without any other influence. Taking her long nipples, one in each hand, the handler starts to earnestly milk her into the bucket, immediately inducing and eye-rolling orgasm from the happy cow.
The timer plays up on the screen, comparing it to the next closest competitor, ‘Mary Moo-Cow’. The crowd watches with bated breath, as the most recent milk fountain of a girl rapidly fills the container, obviously on track for a close competition. As the next to last second rolls through, the timer stops, indicating Betsy’s victory.
The cheers boom from the crowd, as they watch in awe at the prodigious milk production of the winning hucow. Helper girls run in and pick up the bucket, ladling samples of it out for the crowd, as Betsy is taken for a victory stroll by her handler.
Handed a large wreath, reading <span class="neutral">‘Best Milk Cow’</span>, the screen now contains a close-up picture of the busty brunette. With a loud tapping, one of the judges wheezes, <span class="male">"Congratulations to our best in show, the wonderful Betsy Milky-Moo. As her prize for winning, not only will she be given a competition win on her pedigree, and the option to star in a new milk advertising campaign but I hear that her handler is going to tie her up and make an honest cow-girl of her. The breeding will take place soon in tent 3, with all guests welcome to watch. With that, I bring this competition to an end. Thank you for coming, and I hope you enjoy the rest of the festivities"</span>.
At this announcement, the busty winner jumps into the arms of her handler, smothering him with wet kisses. Mooing contently, she rubs her large breasts over him, incidentally splattering him with a healthy dose of her award-winning milk. Her handler, on the other hand, seems extremely amused by the whole matter, giving her an affectionate kiss on the forehead, and whispering something intimate in her ear.
The competition complete, you [[return to wandering through the recreational plaza|Recreational Hub]].<<addToFurniture "Robotic changing table">> Walking through a brightly coloured section, festooned with soft toys and cartoon princesses, you find a display catalogue on a stand with a list of possible adult baby themed changes that can be made to your room here at the facility. Looking through the furnishings section, eventually, you find an amazing robotic changing table, which should save you a lot of time with diaper changes, and write out its code. Your purchase selected, you bring the order slip to the shops counter.
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<span class="bimbo">"Like, this is just the funnies thing I’ve seen all day. You’re ordering a machine to change your stinky diapers, like, can’t you do that yourself? Are you just a big baby? Then again, this thing looks pretty sexy. I can just imagine those robotic arms going haywire sometime and playing with you in a distinctly adult way"</span>, Tilly giggles, as she finishes processing your order.
With your purchase complete you [[return to shopping|Shop Stock]]You find yourself in front of your robotic changing table. It looks very similar to any other changing table, large and blocky, with a green cushiony yet easily cleanable top. Cute cartoon characters adorn its surface, which is otherwise white plastic. A diaper pail, and a cubby slot filled with diapers finishes off the devices obvious features. The only part of it that looks in any way out of place, is the large red button at one end, which reads ‘Activate’.
Do you:
<<if $diaperMessCounter >=1 || $diaperWetCounter >=1>>[[Activate the machine to change your diaper|Room Robotic Changing Table Diaper Change][$diaperMessCounter = 0; $diaperWetCounter = 0]]<<else>>Your diaper is not in need of changing<</if>>
<a data-passage="Room Hub">Walk away from the changing table</a>Pressing the big red ‘Activate’ button, you hear a loud whirring from within the device as it comes to life. Sixteen small holes appear evenly across the white plastic surface, revealing from within a series of sixteen sperate robotic tendrils. The metallic appendages snake out, co-ordinating gracefully in the air, and all turning to you in unison.
Descending upon you, the mass of robotic tendrils hoists you into the air, now completely supported by your robotic helpers. A red light, springs from the end of one of them, running up and down your form. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>Seeing that you're clothed, the tendrils begin taking off your $currentClothing, leaving it in a neat pile on the table. <</if>> Now assured, that you don’t have any clothing to get in the way, the tendrils arrange you onto your back atop of the squishy cushioned top of the changing table. Laying down on your back, naked except for your diaper, you wait patiently for the arms to get to work. As you wait, a calming lullaby starts to play from beneath you, soothing you.
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Ready, the tendrils start by undoing the bindings on your diaper, all the while holding you down to stop you from moving, or squirming. Your <<if $penis && $vagina>>cock and pussy<<elseif $penis>>cock<<else>>pussy<</if>> now fully on display, is greeted by the sensation of fresh air upon it, the cold making you shiver slightly. Detecting your discomfort, the device begins blowing warm air upon you, heating you up comfortably and making you feel even sleepier than you were already feeling from the lullaby.
Now relaxed, the metallic arms continue by pulling the used diaper off of you. The result of which is a sudden bust of smell that emanates from it. You wrinkle your nose momentarily, however you don’t need to for long, as the devices sprays your used diaper with some sort of deodorant, making the smell a lot more acceptable. The smell now dealt with, the $currentUnderwear is quickly disposed of in the diaper pail, which opens and closes automatically at the whims of the device.
Your soiled $currentUnderwear now removed, one of the arms proceeds to spray your groin and bum clean with a jet of water. A secondary tendril stays close to the surface of the changing table, sucking up the dirty water rapidly, and siphoning it into the main body of the device. When the table decides your sufficiently cleaned, another arm begins once again blowing warm air onto the recently wet region, drying you off efficiently.
Happy that you are now dry, the automated changing table continues by spraying a fresh coat of baby powder across your crotch and ass. Now evenly covered in the fine white dust, the restraining tendrils pull you suddenly up into the air once again. Some of the extraneous robotic appendages extract from the diaper cubby a new $currentUnderwear, before arranging it out beneath where you previously say. Laying you back onto it, the padded inside of the new diaper pressing against your bum, it proceeds to fit the new $currentUnderwear onto you. With a quick flick of the tapes, sealing you into the diaper, you’re done.
Acknowledging that its job is done. The lullaby ends, the arms retreat, the holes they came from seal back over, and the device becomes completely still and silent. Your diaper changed, you get up off of the large device. It’s doesn’t take long, and soon you find yourself once again [[standing in front of your robotic chaning talbe|Room Robotic Changing Table]].<<addToWardrobe "Pink Short Silky Party Dress">><span class="female">"Hello, and welcome to Milky’s. Home of the freshest and funnest milkshakes in the world. I’m Debby, and I’ll be your waitress today, but feel free to call me Deb. Would you like a seat at the bar or a booth? And, would you prefer hands-on service?"</span>, asks a smiling waitress as you enter, ending her rehearsed speech with a flirtatious wink.
Getting a closer look at her uniform, you take note of the material, a shiny pink latex, styled like a retro waitress’ outfit, sleeveless and with a short flowing skirt. You suppose that the latex at least makes it quicker to clean, as you can’t imagine it staining easily. Additionally, you also see, slightly to your surprise, that the chest section has buttons on it, like it could be easily opened to display the waitress’ sizable breasts.
Smiling right back at her, linking her arm with yours, Tilly responds, <span class="bimbo">"Hey Deb. I’m totally on a date today, so I think that the booth would probably be better"</span>, taking a moment to think she continues, <span class="bimbo">"Oh, and like, I don’t think hands-on service would be the best. Like, I don’t want my date to get weirded out or anything"</span>.
Still full of pep and cheer, Deb responds, <span class="female">"No worries, follow me right this way to your booth. You two look cute together, I’ll talk to the staff and see if we can get something special done for you two lovebirds. And, if you change your mind on the service issue, you can ask for it at any time"</span>.
Showing you to a plush booth, composed of a chrome table and two comfy looking tall pink leather benches, Deb leaves you each with menus before heading off to check on other customers. Topping the menu is a cute cartoon mascot cow-girl, milk leaking from her breasts, and a large ice-cream in front of her. Looking over the menu, you see that, despite the large selection of milk-based treats, the diner also does a lot of more traditional and normal sounding food too. You and Tilly chat a little about your choices, before both deciding on the burgers, Tilly highly recommending them and assuring you that there’s nothing unusual about them.
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After giving the waitress your orders, Tilly pulls the pink bag she was carrying, out from under the table. A huge grin on her face, she beams, <span class="bimbo">"So, like I can’t handle the suspense waiting anymore. I don’t think I’ve freaked you out too much so far, so it’s probably safe to give you your gift now rather than later. But, like, if you don’t like it, you have to give me a moment to fully explain, plus I spent a bunch of time finding just the right one, so please be nice"</span>.
Placing the bag in front of you, she waits for you to open it, bobbing back and forth slightly, though it’s hard to tell whether it’s excitement, or nerves. Opening the bag, you first have to contend with the deluge of pink crepe paper packaging burying your gift deep within its confines. However, with a little digging, your fingers finally meet with something different, a silky feeling to it. Pulling it out of the bag, you look upon the gift Tilly brought with her.
The silky pink dress is rather short. Lacking any shoulder section, and with only a very short skirt, it would do little for the wearers modesty. It does, however, seem extremely well made, a designer label inside confirming its quality. Taking a closer assessment, you notice that it’s rather glittery, yet still has a pleasant silky texture, the skirt section short yet free flowing. It also has the words ‘Sexy Bitch’ embroidered delicately across the back.
Watching on, Tilly adds, <span class="bimbo">"I got it from work, and it might not be totally your style, but I think you’d look so good in it, and it’s really high quality, and anyone who saw you in it would think you were really trendy. I think if you wore it, then lots of people would be impressed, plus, you’d make me really happy, and would look super cute. But, like, if you hate it you don’t have to wear it, but, I’d still want you to keep it, because, like, it’s a gift"</span>, her voice picking up speed as she goes.
Just as you’re about to respond, your burgers arrive, looking thick and juicy, their scent tantalizing to the point of inducing you to drool. Additionally, a wide array of side dishes are also delivered; fries, onion rings, breads, chicken wings, and much more. With a peppy giggle, Deb explains that the managers cleared giving you a full banquet of sides to try out, to celebrate your special date, blowing you a flirty kiss as she leaves.
Starting your meal, the dress put to one side, Tilly adds through a mouthful of food, <span class="bimbo">"… dress, after food. Please … try it … for me. This … so tasty … Yum!"</span>.
Having a little time to think as you fill yourself on some amazingly succulent burgers, and tasty savoury treats, you contemplate what to do next. It seems like Tilly spent a lot of time picking out that dress, and it does seem expensive. Considering all that, she’d probably be upset if you didn’t try it. At the same time, could she have an ulterior motive for wanting you to wear the dress? It does feel a bit of a weird gift, especially for a first date. As you get close to finishing your meal, you know you’ll soon have to make a choice.
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[[Put on the dress|Date Tilly First Date Agree][if($tillyRelationship<=96){$tillyRelationship += 4;}else{$tillyRelationship = 100;};]]
[[Don't put on the dress|Date Tilly First Date Disagree][if($tillyRelationship<=98){$tillyRelationship += 2;}else{$tillyRelationship = 100;};]].Tilly takes you out for a quick drink at a trendy bar, before taking you to an energetic nightclub to go dancing. In the bar, Tilly spends a lot of time plying you with compliments and flirting aggressively. She’s obviously rather enamoured with you blushing a little whenever you return compliments to her. All the while, she fills her conversations with sexual innuendo, and excuses to hug you, or hold your hand. Though, you wonder if her increased forwardness might be the result of her drinking.
In a surprisingly intimate moment, she whispers to you that she’s glad that you’re dating her, and that she sometimes worries you might be taken away by the facilities staff, asking you to try to keep your head down and comply with what they tell you. Looking at her face, her expression is surprisingly sober, and uncharacteristically serious. Though this only lasts briefly before she returns to telling you about her panty collection, professing her desire to show it to you.
The club you end up in, is of course, <span class="bimbo">‘Club B’</span>. After all, it is considered one of the best clubs in the facility. Tilly seems a little uneasy at first, despite the fact that she brought you there, looking over her shoulder a few times. Though, she calms down after a few minutes, something obviously putting her at ease. At the club, the drinks pour freely, and there’s never any talk of payment, at least when Tilly’s around the bar staff.
<span class="bimbo">‘Club B’</span>, has a vast quantity of sexy, and mostly nude, dancing girls, which Tilly seems at times completely entranced by, watching with obvious lust. However, a lot of the dancing girls seem to know her well, and they often stop by to talk to the both of you. When one mentions that the two of you are a cute couple, Tilly blushes a bright red, unable to form a response other than giggling.
Letting loose with the aid of the drinks, you dance with Tilly for a while, listening to the upbeat pop music that plays. Whilst she holds you close to her as you dance, Tilly is comparatively chaste in her actions, seemingly more interested in being close to you than anything more sexual, at least for the moment.
Eventually, tired from dancing, [[Tilly takes you back to her apartment|Date Tilly Apartment]].Tilly takes you out to see a movie. Letting you pick whatever you want to see. She seems to genuinely not mind letting you pick what you’re going to watch. Though, she does point out that she doesn’t have a great attention span, giggling that if she gets bored she’ll still be happy as she gets to spend time with you in a dark room. Finishing her statement, she winks at you in an exaggerated manner, drawing attention to the lewd intentions of her last statement.
Sharing a large popcorn between the two of you, you pick something off of the top movies list, hoping that it’s something that Tilly will be able to enjoy. Funnily enough, despite her previous lusty overtones, she instead spends most of her time snuggling into your shoulder as she watches the film. Occasionally, she takes a handful of popcorn, using the opportunity as an excuse to press her breasts against you, but that’s the most suggestive she gets. She also seems to enjoy holding your hand throughout the film. All in all, it’s a surprisingly chaste and intimate date.
The movie complete, [[Tilly takes you back to her apartment|Date Tilly Apartment]].Steeling yourself, remembering <<if $bimboSkill >0>>how amazingly pretty the super cute pink dress was<<else>>the rather bimbo-ish nature of the dress<</if>>, you decide to put on the dress. Tilly was extremely excited when she gifted it to you, <<if $bimboSkill >0>>and for good reason. It’s awesome and perfectly suits you. Tilly must know your style extremely well<<else>>it would be a shame to disappoint her by not wearing it for her<</if>>, you justify to yourself.
<span class="player">"I’ll do it, I’ll put the dress on for you"</span>, you tell your date to her excitement. Tilly offers you a wide grin, a speckle of barbeque sauce still left obliviously on her cheek. Once you’ve accepted that you’ll wear the dress, your air-headed date can no longer sit still, fidgeting with glee in her seat.
Taking the dress and gift bag, you momentarily excuse yourself, heading to the toilets to find somewhere private to get changed. The bathroom of the diner is similar in design to the front and seems to be kept extremely clean, though you do spot that many of the bathroom stalls seem to have waist high holes drilled into the side of them. Finding a free, and intact bathroom stall, you lock it behind you, putting the toilets seat down as a shelf for your bag. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>Carefully taking off your $currentClothing, as to not get them dirtied by the bathroom floor, you place them in the gift bag. Now nude enough to wear your special new dress, you start arranging it ready to be put on<<else>>Already nude, the process is much simpler than it could have been. Instead of having to get undressed in the cramped cubicle, you only need to put on your special new dress, which you begin arranging ready to put on<</if>>.
<<set $currentClothing = "Pink Short Silky Party Dress">>You spend a few moments trying to figure how to get into the dress, seeing no obvious zipper or buttons. Rustling around the gift bag a little more, you uncover a set of instructions, confirming just how complicated the dress really is. It turns out that the dress opens and closes on a command word, which you discretely set and commit to memory. Now with a greater understanding of the dress, you command it to open, a large seam opening down the back to allow entry. Pulling it up to your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> boobs<</if>>, the material latches onto you, enclosing you with ease. The dress takes a moment to arrange itself, making small movements until you are extremely comfortable in it. The pink skirt hides very little, emphasising your <<checkAss>> bum, and your <<checkThigh>> thighs, in an extremely sexy manner. Opening the stall door to leave, you catch a view of yourself in the bathroom mirror, seeing how you now look. The dress, despite the bimbo overtone, looks rather elegant, the designer obviously very skilled. Though, oddly, the title ‘Princess $firstName’ is now embroidered against the front, catching you completely by surprise.
Flouncing back into the diner, you walk towards your booth, spotting the mountainous ice-cream that sits on the table, sparklers and flashing LED’s sticking out the top of it. Turning to see you, Tilly is struck speechless seeing you in your new dress. Getting up, she wraps her arms around you, dragging you into a tight hug.
<span class="bimbo">"You look so pretty. I’m super proud of you for trying it on. It’s really fancy, apparently it was originally meant for a really rich girl, but she got another one commissioned, and I got offered it. But, like, I thought you’d appreciate it more. It’s really important to be pretty around here, especially when you’re new. I bet you'll have tons of people ask you for sex in that"</span>, giggles your energetic date, <span class="bimbo">"Oh, and like, I ordered us the biggest dessert on the menu. And, don’t worry, it’s normal people milk, and contains no cum or anything else fun like that. I didn’t want to order anything weird in case you’re allergic or something. Maybe next time we can have one covered in cum, oh, or maybe of boob-milk and covered in cum"</span>.
Taking your hand, Tilly leads you back to the booth, helping you to your seat before taking her own. She even waits for you to take the first spoonful of ice-cream, an exceedingly sugary and sweet mixture, before digging into it herself. For all the oddities in the facility, the rest of your date is refreshingly normal, filled with small talk and flirting. Tilly manages to eat more of the huge ice-cream than you do, though she makes sure you get to try a bit of everything first. She’s a bit of a sloppy eater, especially with desserts it seems, and you end up romantically reaching over to wipe a stray smudge of chocolate sauce off of her cheek, provoking a loud giggle and a deep blush from her.
Eventually, however, Tilly becomes slightly more serious, <span class="bimbo">"This was like, an amazing date. Plus, you wore the pretty dress and everything. So, like, I guess you must kind of like me, even just a bit. So, would you like to do this again sometime? I mean, I’m happy to like, call it a day if you want to, even if I'd prefer to do naughty stuff with you. But, if you wanted to come back to my apartment and maybe make this a more regular thing, then that would make me super happy. So, what do you think?"</span>.
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[[Agree to dating Tilly, letting her take you back to her appartment|Date Tilly Apartment][$tillyDating = true]]
[[Decline dating Tilly, calling an end to the date|followDestination('Travel Back')]]Steeling yourself for Tilly’s reaction, <<if $bimboSkill >0>>regretting your decision not to put on the amazingly pretty and super cute pink dress<<else>>remembering the rather bimbo-ish nature of the dress<</if>>, you decide to not put on the dress. Tilly was extremely excited when she gifted it to you, <<if $bimboSkill >0>>and for good reason. It’s awesome and perfectly suits you. Tilly must know your style extremely well,<</if>> but you can’t get past the niggling worry that something isn’t right, you justify to yourself.
<span class="player">"I’m sorry, but I won’t do it, I’ll won’t put the dress on for you"</span>, you tell your date to her disappointment. Tilly offers you a look reminiscent of a wounded puppy, a speckle of barbeque sauce still left obliviously on her cheek. Your air-headed date, hearing your proclamation, can no longer sit still, fidgeting with worry in her seat.
After an unusual stretch of silence for her, Tilly finally responds dejectedly, <span class="bimbo">"Like, I get it. Either you don’t really like the style, or you’re happy with what you’re wearing already. But, like, it’s really important to wear sexy stuff around here. You seem super nice, and whether we end up dating, or friends, or whatever, if you look hot then you’ll get to stick around here longer. I know it can seem super tough to trust people around here sometimes, but, like, I’m just trying to help"</span>, taking a moment to calm herself, now looking a little cheerier she continues, <span class="bimbo">"That dress was really fancy, and was supposed to go to someone rich, but they got a newer one, so I got to keep this one. And, I thought it would help you, so I gave it to you, and I want you to keep it still, because it might help you still. It has all sorts of awesome features, like it’ll open and close on command, and it even embroiders your name into the front. Plus, it’s so pretty"</span>.
Seeing how earnest Tilly is, and after explaining her rather sweet reasoning, you capitulate and keep the dress. At the very least, you might be able to trade it to someone later, it does some like it could be valuable.
You chat with Tilly a little more, before taking a moment to excuse yourself to freshen up in the bathroom. The bathroom of the diner is similar in design to the front and seems to be kept extremely clean, though you do spot that many of the bathroom stalls seem to have waist high holes drilled into the side of them. Ignoring the odd stalls, you splash some water on your face, cleaning yourself up after the rather messy meal.
Wandering back into the diner, you walk towards your booth, spotting the mountainous ice-cream that sits on the table, sparklers and flashing LED’s sticking out the top of it. Turning to see you, Tilly is back to her usual clueless smile, obviously glad to see you. Getting up, she wraps her arms around you, dragging you into a tight hug.
<span class="bimbo">"I was sort of worried you might have done a runner there"</span>, she laughs playfully, <span class="bimbo">"Oh, and like, I ordered us the biggest dessert on the menu when you were gone. And, don’t worry, it’s normal people milk, and contains no cum or anything else fun like that. I didn’t want to order anything weird in case you’re allergic or something. Maybe next time we can have one covered in cum, oh, or maybe of boob-milk and covered in cum"</span>.
Taking your hand, Tilly leads you back to the booth, helping you to your seat before taking her own. She even waits for you to take the first spoonful of ice-cream, an exceedingly sugary and sweet mixture, before digging into it herself. For all the oddities in the facility, the rest of your date is refreshingly normal, filled with small talk and flirting. Tilly manages to eat more of the huge ice-cream than you do, though she makes sure you get to try a bit of everything first. She’s a bit of a sloppy eater, especially with desserts it seems, and you end up romantically reaching over to wipe a stray smudge of chocolate sauce off of her cheek, provoking a loud giggle and a deep blush from her.
Eventually, however, Tilly becomes slightly more serious, <span class="bimbo">"This was like, an amazing date. Even if you didn’t wear the pretty dress and everything. But, you did keep it, so, like, I guess you must kind of like me, even just a bit. So, would you like to do this again sometime? I mean, I’m happy to like, call it a day if you want to, even if I'd prefer to do naughty stuff with you. But, if you wanted to come back to my apartment and maybe make this a more regular thing, then that would make me super happy. So, what do you think?"</span>.
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[[Agree to dating Tilly, letting her take you back to her appartment|Date Tilly Apartment][$tillyDating = true]]
[[Decline dating Tilly, calling an end to the date|followDestination('Travel Back')]]Walking you back to her apartment, Tilly keeps hold of your hand, occasionally stopping, or pulling you along, as she gets particularly distracted by random things. The entire journey, she spends telling you how she’s so turned on from the date you’ve just had, the truth in the statement evident in her eyes, heavy with lust. She also calmly adds, that she wants to have so much sex with you that the facility will have to put out missing persons posters, stifling her giggling only until after she sees your expression from hearing it.
Arriving at a corridor deep into a residential section of the facility, on the way passing by its residents, most dressed in the government standard power armour, you finally reach your destination. Approaching a door, it opens automatically from Tilly's presence, giving you a clear view of the cute airhead's home. Upon seeing it, you feel you wouldn’t be able to make a room more suited to Tilly if you tried.
Pink. So much pink. Looking over her room, the first thing that strikes you is that practically everything is Tilly’s favourite colour. The different hues of pink almost make up a rainbow effect when seeing them all together, shocking your senses. Thick pink carpets, cute pink-striped wall paper, a plush pink sofa, and even a plastic pink TV, everything is very sweet and girly. You do, however, notice a conspicuous lack of photos, or other mementos. Though, given her slave-like status, you expect that she’d probably not be allowed anything from before the change.
Guiding you over to a plush, and rather fluffy pink sofa, Tilly lets you sit down first before sprawling out over you. Snuggling up to you, peppering your neck and face with little kisses, she practically purrs in contentment. With a quick clap of her hands, an upbeat pop-song starts to play on a chunky pink stereo, adding to the exceedingly feminine ambience of the room.
<span class="bimbo">"This is really nice, just snuggling I mean. You’re like super comfy. If I wasn’t so horny, I could probably fall asleep on you, like my own personal pillow"</span>, says your date dreamily, continuing her torrent of kisses upon you. For a while longer you cuddle and chat, talking about your relationship, your work, and things that you enjoy. Sleepily, she tells you that she needs you to try really hard to be valuable to the facility, because she likes being with you, and doesn’t want them to cart you away. She even suggests that if you’re really good to the staff, then maybe she can talk someone into buying you, so that you can stay together.
Eventually, your snuggle starts to build up into something more erotic, Tilly moving to straddle your stomach, putting her large bosom in your face playfully. Leaning in, she whispers, <span class="bimbo">"I can think of some really fun and naughty things we could be doing. But, like, if you’re not feeling up to it, then like we don’t have to"</span>.
When she pulls back, from the look on her face, and the smell of her arousal on the air, you can clearly tell that she is desperately in need of some relief. Your own needs also building in response, you decide how to respond.
Do you:
<<if $currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">>
<<set $random = random(1,2)>><<if $random == 1>>[[Have mutual oral sex with Tilly|Date Tilly Mutual Oral][$timesPussyLicked +=1; if($tillyRelationship<=97){$tillyRelationship += 3;}else{$tillyRelationship = 100;};]]
[[Perform oral sex on Tilly|Date Tilly Facesitting][$timesPussyLicked +=1; if($tillyRelationship<=95){$tillyRelationship += 5;}else{$tillyRelationship = 100;};]]<<else>>[[Have mutual oral sex with Tilly|Date Tilly Diaper Play][$timesPussyLicked +=1; if($tillyRelationship<=95){$tillyRelationship += 5;}else{$tillyRelationship = 100;};]]
[[Perform oral sex on Tilly|Date Tilly Diaper Play][$timesPussyLicked +=1; if($tillyRelationship<=95){$tillyRelationship += 5;}else{$tillyRelationship = 100;};]]<</if>><<else>>[[Have mutual oral sex with Tilly|Date Tilly Mutual Oral][$timesPussyLicked +=1; if($tillyRelationship<=97){$tillyRelationship += 3;}else{$tillyRelationship = 100;};]]
[[Perform oral sex on Tilly|Date Tilly Facesitting][$timesPussyLicked +=1; if($tillyRelationship<=95){$tillyRelationship += 5;}else{$tillyRelationship = 100;};]]<</if>>
[[Call the date to an end|Date Tilly End]]<<if $penis>><<set $timesYourDickSucked += 1>><<else>><<set $timesYourPussyLicked += 1>><</if>>Pulling Tilly down into a fervent kiss, you signal your intent. Practically purring in response, the sexy blonde starts by working her legs around you, almost wrestling with you in her passion. One hand moving behind her, she unzips her glittery pink dress, wriggling out of it whilst still maintaining your making out session. Now completely undressed, she pulls back, looking down at you in a sultry manner.
Her legs still wrapped around you, Tilly giggles playfully, <span class="bimbo">"I’m undressed first, so I get to decide to pick the sex"</span>, sticking her tongue out at you after announcing her game, <span class="bimbo">"And, like, after all that fun kissing, I think it would be super fun to do some more mouth stuff. But, you know, like funner stuff with tongues and pussies involved. Plus, I want to see what you taste like down there, I bet you’re super tasty"</span>.
Going along with the flow, you let Tilly pick what is going to happen, knowing that she’s likely to plan something enjoyable, especially after the ‘tasty’ comment. Still atop of you, she begins <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>hurridly removing your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear, practically ripping them off in her excitement<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>hurridly removing your $currentClothing, practically ripping them off in her excitement<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>hurridly removing your $currentUnderwear, practically ripping them off in her excitement<<else>>running her hands up and down your nude form, gleefully cheering that you came prepared<</if>>. <<if $currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">> Noticing your $currentUnderwear, Tilly giggles playfully, incredibly amused by the existence of your diaper. Whispering in your ear, she tells you, <span class="bimbo">"That’s super adorable! It gives me all sorts of ideas. Like, I could play mommy, and you could suck on my awesome boobies all night long!"</span>.<</if>>
Now both nude, Tilly pulls herself closer to you, once again wrestling with you on top of the plush sofa, a series of energetic kisses that send your teeth rattling follow. One loud giggle later, you find yourself being rolled onto the thick rug, Tilly never letting you out of her passionate grasp, the kisses becoming more rapid. Now sprawled on the comfortable floor, Tilly slowly gets to her knees, looking down at you lustily.
Blowing you a kiss, the sexy bimbo spins herself around, her perky bum filling your vision as she bends down. Warm breath touches your <<if $penis>><<checkPenis>> fuck stick<<else>>pussy<</if>>, as Tilly blows on it teasingly, setting off a new burst of arousal. Still in the teasing mood, you feel the tip of her warm wet tongue lap against your <<if $penis>>cock head<<else>>pleasure bean<</if>>, provoking another jolt of pleasure resultingly. Slowly, her hips sidle back towards your face, giving you a clear view of her hairless cunt. A small tattoo of a love heart coloured a bright pink, her name Tilly in the middle of it, slightly indented, you think her name might be tattooed on, but there is something else that's happened there too, though of course, now might not be a good time to pursue that line of questioning.
A muffled moan grabs your attention, somewhat blocked by the aromatic pussy hovering over your face. <span class="bimbo">"No fair. I’m doing fun … stuff, so you … should be too. Mmm … tasty <<if $penis>>cock-ey<<else>>lady hole<</if>>!"</span>.
Getting your head back in the game, you start lapping at Tilly, her tongue vibrating on your <<if $penis>><<checkPenis>> dick<<else>>clit<</if>> as she moans in pleasure. Seeing that you’re now participating, she starts rubbing her pussy back and forth across your tongue, leaving you with a slightly salty, yet sweet, mouthful of Tilly-cum, along with a slathering of her juices across your face. Taking her clit between your <<checkLips>> lips, you begin sucking, driving the horny girl wild.
Her tongue now in overdrive, the sensations that Tilly pulls from you are amazing, confirming to you the sexual expertise of your date. Your own moans muffled by her hot cunt, you sink into a world of pleasure, suckling at your partner's warm folds. The smell of your combined lust is intoxicating, and reinforced with the wonderful feelings Tilly is causing you, likely addictive. Lapping greedily, you feel her smooth thighs tighten around your head.
Shuddering, in what you can only guess is an orgasm, her mouth vibrates like never before, engulfing your <<if $penis>>needy cock<<else>>delicate clit<</if>> in a torturously wonderful way. Like a flood, her delicious juices fill your mouth, finally pushing you over the peak into your own orgasm. <<if $penis>>Cum<<else>>Fem-cum<</if>> flooding into Tilly’s mouth is gratefully accepted, Tilly’s orgasm actually restarting loudly as a result of her tasty treat. Tired from your own orgasm, but wanting to please your partner, you latch onto her clit with your mouth, making her orgasm even more ear-shatteringly intense.
Dreamily, she slumps her way around until she’s lying beside you, lightly kissing your neck and cheek. <span class="bimbo">"Awesome!"</span>, she whispers, before falling into a light nap snuggled up against you on the thick, comfortable, and very pink rug. Laying like that, you both rest up from your activities.
Realising that you need to leave soon, you groggily pull yourself up. Taking a moment to get yourself together, you [[prepare yourself to leave|Date Tilly End]]The date coming to an end, Tilly escorts you out of her apartment. Walking you back through the staff-filled residential block, she holds your hand the entire time, occasionally giving it an encouraging squeeze. The entire journey she spends telling you how much she enjoyed your date, and that she really looks forward to the next one. She’s incredibly cheery, pointing out that maybe next time she’ll think of something even more fun, though she’ll need some time to figure it out. Giggling, she suggests that you do something naughty, like go and see a sex show, though you’re not entirely sure if she’s being serious.
As you finally find yourselves out of the residential section, Tilly lets go of your hand, before turning to face you. Wrapping her arms around you, she moves in for a passionate and intimate kiss. Your tongues entwine pleasurably, the kiss going on for quite a while. Pulling back to take a breath, you can clearly tell that she doesn’t want to stop, as she leans back in for another kiss. Indulging her a little you have one last quick, yet tender kiss, before gently untangling her from you.
<span class="bimbo">"I had a really good time. I really hope you did too. And, like, look after yourself, and come see me soon. I’m missing you a ton already, I mean, who else gives such amazing hugs"</span>, giggles the bubbly bimbo, a dopey lovestruck expression plastered across her face. Jumping at you for one last quick hug, she starts heading back towards her room, exaggeratedly waving towards you the entire time she can still see you. Left along you take a moment to think about how your date went.
With your date now finally come to an end, you [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')][if($tillyRelationship<=95){$tillyRelationship += 5;}else{$tillyRelationship = 100;};]].You tell Dr.Radcliff that you'd like to properly spend some time getting to know him better. Claps his hands enthusiastically in response and proclaims that he’s glad you’ve come to aid him in his science. You try to clarify that you’re more interested in chatting with him, but though his excitement he doesn’t hear you, instead offering you a lab-coat, and a tray if beakers with directions of where to take them.
Smiling at your co-operation, he begins describing some of his extremely complicated experiments, beaming with pride as he talks about how successful everything is going. The next few minutes are composed of you moving boxes, and beakers, here and there checking a set of numbers as directed. The work is a little monotonous, but Dr.Radcliff tries to keep you interested, talking about a lot of fun topics, and generally joking around with you about some of the odder experiments that have gone on in the facility.
Of particular note, while you’re stopping for a quick tea break, Dr.Radcliff mentions a story about his time working at the facility, pointing out that he’s relatively senior around here.<<print either("Apparently, he was around when they first invented ‘The Treatment’, though back then he was only a lab apprentice. These days, he’s the only scientist from the original team still working the labs, most of the other now retired, gone, or in upper management. He has the equivalent of tenure, and the higher ups love his work, so they let him do pretty much whatever he likes as long as it’s not working against the facility. The only stipulation, other than loyalty, is that he takes on a couple of trainees as their assigned physician as they love his results","Apparently, he did a special treatment on a cute blonde a bit back. She had undergone some sort of bimbo procedure done by a private contractor, but it hadn’t been fully effective due to early stage malfunctions. The result was that he created a special bimbo-ification nanite treatment for her, that had a few unexpected side-affects. Dr.Radcliff fought to make it a more general procedure, pointing out how great it was, but the guys working in the legal department shelved it as part of a deal. He finishes by noting that they ended up buying the girl in question as a permanent facility resource to ensure they kept the technology in-house");>>. Overall, it's a nice relaxing chatting session, letting you get to know the enthusiastic scientist just a little bit better.<<if ($abdlPlay || $diaperWettingPlay || $diaperMessingPlay) && ($diaperMessCounter + $diaperWetCounter) >= 2>><br><br>He does, however, make a couple of comments about a disgusting smell that's stuck around the two of you during the time you've hung out, worrying that it's an experiment gone wrong, much to your embarrassment. Thankfully, he doesn't seem to figure out that it's your dirty diaper he's smelling.<</if>>
After a little while, you realise that you probably need to do something more productive. Putting a box of beakers down on a counter, you [[go back to talking to Dr Radcliff|Clinic Spend Time With Dr Radcliff]].Seeing an opening in the conversation, you take the opportunity to ask Dr.Radcliff a bit more about himself. <span class="player">"So, how did you end up working for 'The Repurposing Center'?"</span>, you casually ask, watching his reaction to see whether he’s comfortable talking about it.
With a broad smile, he laughs, <span class="male">"Are you sure you want to know, I’ve been told I can go on for hours about my past work"</span>.
Nodding your desire to continue, his smile only becomes more enthusiastic, <span class="male">"Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you"</span>. Taking a seat, he starts his tale, <span class="male">"So you see, a good many years ago I came to work at a rather impressive pharmaceutical start-up, I think they referred to it at the time as a brain trust. Well you see, the twist was, they were combining gene therapy with nanotechnology to create a simple delivery mechanism for a wide array of complex procedures. Now, at the time I was only an apprentice, just out of education. Having gotten twin doctorates in biology and electrical engineering, my skills were almost uniquely suited to the project, and they snapped me up quickly"</span>.
Taking a pause for effect, Dr.Radcliff advances his tale, <span class="male">"Now, whilst I’m not really allowed to talk about it, legal agreement and all, I made a significant contribution to what you now know as ‘The Treatment’. Well, my pay out was lower than many of the others on the team, who also got special government positions, and a resultingly a lot of power and influence. But, I still did rather well for myself, if I do say. If I ever decide to retire, I could probably afford a small island, maybe with some locals to rule over. Still, my passion is my work, so I’d never retire really. Anyway, some of the original team tried to sell out to competitors and disappeared, but that’s not really my business"</span>.
Taking another pause, just as he was telling you a lot of important information, he instead decides to make himself a cup of tea. Coughing to remind him you’re still here, he jumps a little before remembering where he left off, <span class="male">"Right. So, I was very well off, a big project that I couldn’t talk about under my belt, and a lot of friends in high places. They immediately jumped on creating this place, and I got hired on quick as you like it. I retain all the rights to my innovations, keep all the awards, which are many, and get basically an infinite budget. Oh, and I get a lot of lackeys, though I mostly keep them running around doing busy work rather than bothering me, don’t want anyone running off with my best work. They have me keep a few of you trainees as patients, as they think it keeps me focused, and apparently, I do some of the best work in the facility. I can’t complain too much about that though, I mean I get lots of fresh participants for my experiments. It’s even good for the trainees, they get the opportunity to get special experimental alterations, which drastically drive up their end price, it’s a win-win really"</span>.
The man continues to ramble on about his work for much longer, though you think you’ve managed to hear most of the relevant points. What he continues onto are more rivalries than anything, with Dr.Radcliff talking about all of the scientists he’s beat out for prestigious prizes and how fun it always is.
Seeing no more conversation to be had on this topic, you [[return to chatting with Dr Radcliff|Clinic Spend Time With Dr Radcliff]].Seeing an opening in the conversation, you take the opportunity to ask Dr.Radcliff a bit more about his interests in terms of relationship. <span class="player">"So, what sort of person do you look for in a date"</span>, you casually ask, watching his reaction closely, curious to how he'll react.
Instantly, without thinking he responds, <span class="male">"Lab assistant"</span>.
Worried that the old man might be having a fit, you ask for clarification, <span class="player">"No, not what do you want in a lab assistant, what do you look for in a relationship? Are you alright?"</span>.
Confidently, he replies, <span class="male">"Lab assistant. It’s as simple as that, and yes I am fine"</span>. Seeing your personal look of confusion, he explains, <span class="male">"What I mean by lab assistant, is that I want someone who could also be my lab assistant. Basically, I spend so much time working, that I have very little time for a home life. As such, anyone I dated would have to be suited to working with me. I don’t mean they have to be astoundingly bright, but more so a certain willing-ness. No, make that eagerness. An, eagerness for the scientific process and for transformations"</span>.
Elaborating, he continues, <span class="male">"I don’t really care about most things, I mean science these days makes changes so simple that no-one is really unviable as a date in terms of appearance, at least in my mind. Though, personally, I prefer a vagina to a penis in my mates, it’s just easier for me and offers more opportunities. All in all, I’m rather open to different possibilities. Oh, but I’d want whoever my partner is to be open to lots of procedures, I always need a test model to display my work, and someone that open would be perfect. Maybe one day, I might put some of my money down and buy a trainee, though they’d have to be something special"</span>.
Seeing no more conversation to be had on this topic, you [[return to chatting with Dr Radcliff|Clinic Spend Time With Dr Radcliff]].Seeing an opening in the conversation, you take the opportunity to ask Dr.Radcliff a bit more about the facility. <span class="player">"So, after all those hints about staying out of trouble, what does happen to people who cause trouble around here?"</span>, you casually ask, watching his reaction closely, curious to how he'll react to the probing.
Wagging his finger playfully he laughs, <span class="male">"Trying to pump me for information now are we. Are you planning on a daring bank robbery and want to be forewarned?"</span>.
Telling him that you’re just curious, the doctor answers, <span class="male">"Well, there’s a lot I can’t talk about, but I suppose that I can talk about some of what the facilities punishment system entails. Let’s see, where to start. Ah, yes. The most basic thing to take into account is that the facility sees basically everything, through both Alice and the normal security camera system, makes sure everyone is playing fair in terms of staff. Well, you get caught doing something very bad, and they’ll just cart you away then and there. But, normally, you get a few chances to make up for it, and the strikes against your name can be removed through good behaviour. If you want to avoid getting in trouble, just don’t try to escape, or cause anyone important any trouble, and you’ll be fine"</span>.
Taking a moment to get back onto his train of thought, he continues, <span class="male">"But, yes. In terms of actual punishments, they vary a lot. I’ve heard some managers can get pretty creative, especially if they’ve been particularly annoyed by a trainee. I’ve heard everything from taking away their G.G.P, to assigning them special overseers, to making them undertake certain training and alterations, even some old-fashioned corporal punishment. But, well, eventually if they get carted off for something big, or a lot of little things, they get to see the list. It’s basically a run-down of different options that normally are given to prison inmates. All sorts of stuff, like <span class="bimbo">Fuck Doll</span> conversion, permanent glory hole fitting, latex encased furniture, etc. You hear all sorts of stories about certain managers planning special options for these sorts of things"</span>.
Giving you a moment for it all to sink in, he finishes, <span class="male">"But, of course, you’re a well behaving trainee, so we won’t have to get into any of that"</span>, smiling at you warmly.
Seeing no more conversation to be had on this topic, you [[return to chatting with Dr Radcliff|Clinic Spend Time With Dr Radcliff]].Seeing an opening in the conversation, you take the opportunity to ask Dr.Radcliff a bit more about the facility. <span class="player">"So, what actually is the treatment?"</span>, you casually ask, watching his reaction closely, curious to how he'll react to the probing.
Beaming with pride, he responds, <span class="male">"Something I’m not really allowed to talk about. But, I suppose I can gush a little. At its core, ‘The Treatment’ is a nanotechnological swarm implanted into the patient’s body, but with a twist. You see, the nanites have a biological component which keys to the hosts DNA, effectively becoming a new body cell. From there, the nanites are remotely commanded to perform certain duties, like building new body sections, or keeping you extra healthy, or paralyzing you in an emergency. They’re truly a wonder, and certainly a massive step in the history of modern science, maybe even civilization. You obviously must be rather proud, being a host to such a technological marvel"</span>.
Thinking to himself, he finishes, <span class="male">"I think that’s about all I can say. I’ve probably messed up my agreement already, but they’re willing to look over me rambling about my work as long as it doesn’t get too informative"</span>, laughing a little in the end.
Seeing no more conversation to be had on this topic, you [[return to chatting with Dr Radcliff|Clinic Spend Time With Dr Radcliff]].Reaching out to grab your wrist, Aunt Mildred begins her lecturing, her disapproving glare keeping you too cowed to resist. <span class="female">"I’m very disappointed in you! Walking around in such an unclean diaper. That $currentUnderwear of yours would probably make you ill if you hadn’t had the treatment. Such behaviour cannot go unpunished, otherwise you’d never learn. And, I think I have a very special punishment ready, just for you"</span>.
Punctuates her point on your messy diaper, she proceeds by giving you a preliminary spank, harshly contacting your <<if $diaperWettingPlay && $diaperMessingPlay>>urine and mess filled<<elseif $diaperWettingPlay>>urine soaked<<else>>mess filled<</if>> diaper, causing it squelch against your <<checkAss>> ass. The movement of your diaper releases a burst of foul smell, making you gag at how pungent it is.
Dragging you over to a nearby bench, many of your previous audience reassemble around her, ready for a continuation of their entertainment. Taking a seat, she proceeds to roughly pull you down across her lap. Your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> boobs<</if>> pressed uncomfortably against the bench. Around you, the watching crowd laugh as your <<checkAss>> bottom, clad in your $currentUnderwear waves temptingly in the air, you assume about to receive its just reward.
In the position you are, you are unable to see what is happening. But, when you don’t feel any more smacks against your diaper, you begin to get increasingly worried. You can sense motion above you, and the audience is now cheering, but for why you cannot tell, all you know is that it doesn’t bode well for you. Then you feel the tape of your diaper being unpeeled, opening its <<if $diaperWettingPlay && $diaperMessingPlay>>urine and mess filled<<elseif $diaperWettingPlay>>urine soaked<<else>>mess filled<</if>> confines to be viewed by the assembled viewers. The crowd coughs, and throws insults at you, calling you a <span class="male">‘little stinky baby’</span>, and much worse things. The experience causing you extreme humiliation, your hidden face covered in a deep blush. Of course, you’re pretty sure this isn’t your punishment, however bad it feels, and however awful it smells.
From above you, you hear the condescending words of your carer, <span class="female">"Wow, that is a smelly one you’ve saved up there. If you filled it anymore, then I don’t think you would have been able to walk it was so full"</span>, eliciting a howl of laughter from the crowd. <span class="female">"Now, my little diaper bum, I have a very special punishment in store, that some of the assembled onlookers may have already guessed. By the end of this, your little bum will sting so badly, that you’ll make sure your diaper is clean, just so it’s comfortable enough to sooth the ache"</span>.
Her arm coming down in front of you, practically on the floor, she holds a strange plant-like object. Showing you a strange root, about as thick as a cucumber, you’re no less confused about what is going on. You do, however, note that one end of the root looks like it’s been carved smooth, appearing much more like a dildo or a butt plug.
Explaining to both you and the crowd, Aunt Mildred states, <span class="female">"This is a ginger root, carved into a crude plug. What you’re about to see is that our naughty little cutie is going to have this pushed into their little tushy<<if $diaperMessingPlay>> which might be a bit of a messy process given its current state<</if>>. When contacting bare skin, ginger root has an extra special effect, which you’re just about to see, and hopefully will serve as a good reminder for my special diaper <<if $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>>. For those curious, this punishment is sometimes referred to as figging, and is a little ignored these days, but it really is a classic. I’m only going to leave it in for a few minutes, which will be spent, still in their dirty diaper, being watched by all you kind folks. That all said, let’s begin"</span>.
Without pausing, everything already set up, she shoves the ginger root plug straight up your waiting bum hole<<if $diaperMessingPlay>>. The process is a little more difficult due to the coating of mess, but with a bit more force, your imposing carer pushes it through<</if>>. The plug, whilst relatively wide, slips in quite easily, causing very little discomfort. In fact, it feels kind of wet, as if it’s lubricated with some sort of natural juice. It actually feels rather nice, a fun little tingle spreading across your anal ring, taking away from any feeling of pain you might otherwise have felt. So nice in fact, that you actually feel <<if $penis>>your cock getting hard against the un-taped inside front of your diaper<<else>>your pussy drools hungrily upon the un-taped inside front of your diaper<</if>>, as the strange plug inflames your passion.
Taping you back up, root still lodged inside, and sitting you up, Aunt Mildred smiles at you happily, <span class="female">"You’re doing so well sweetheart. Though, I do hear it can be a lot of fun at first, before it really sets in. Don’t worry, your Aunt will always be here to make sure you’re alright"</span>. With a kiss on your forehead, she stands you up, leaving you waiting nervously yet horny-ly in front of assembled crowd.
It’s not long, before the pleasant tingle starts to change, becoming almost itchy, but most of all hot. You muffle a moan in discomfort, hopping from one foot to the other, unsure on what to do to sooth the increasingly uncomfortable feeling developing in your poor bum hole. Seeing your little jig, one of your gaggle of admirers, begins to play an embarrassing retro song, producing more laughter from the crowd as you dance for them. Reaching back, you rub your <<if $diaperWettingPlay && $diaperMessingPlay>>urine and mess filled<<elseif $diaperWettingPlay>>urine soaked<<else>>mess filled<</if>> diaper against the ache, helping the situation only minorly, though you do worry that your actions may be mashing root even further into your sad bottom hole.
<<if $submission >10>>You are unable to hold back your tears as the pain and discomfort grow, your face becoming a mess of tears and snot<<else>>You stoically hold back your tears, snorting your snot back up when it threatens to drop. Gritting your, teeth you stifle your moans of discomfort, unwilling to give the assembled mass any more satisfaction<</if>>. Additionally, your dance is much becoming wilder, to little effect. You’re almost delirious from the roots influence, to such an extent that what little thought you’re capable of, is beginning to contemplate scooting across the floor like an animal in the hopes of alleviating some of the plugs effects.
Finally, just as you start to descend to the floor, beginning to rub your dirty diaper against the floor, Aunt Mildred reaches out to pull you into her lap. <span class="female">"It’s all over my special little stinging bottomed cutie. I’m going to take it out now, and I’m going to pour into your bum an antidote to its effects. You’ve done so well"</span>, you hear cooed on the edge of your senses, as your diaper is un-taped, and the plug is rent from your back entry.
Sadly, the removal of the root doesn’t help at all, only taking away the little comfort of the soothing wetness. Mercifully, you soon feel a wet cream spreading around your hole that almost instantly stops the immediate ache. Of course, there’s still a lingering discomfort, but after what you were feeling, this is much preferable.
Re-taping you, and standing you up, Aunt Mildred gives you a big hug. To a rousing cheer, she announces, <span class="female">"It’s all over everyone, our special little diaper cutie has survived their punishment, and I believe after that, is going to be much better behaved. You can now all scram, as I make sure she’s alright"</span>.
The show over, with a few last flashes of phone cameras, your onlookers depart. Not long after, after reminding you that you still should find her and get your diaper changed, Aunt Mildred also goes to leave, though not before checking that she has everything back in her diaper bag. After everything is done, you’re left embarrassed, aching, and a little aroused, all together confused by the situation.<<set $timesFuckedPussy +=1>>After a few minutes waiting in the staff area, you see one of the room displays light up with a client. Apparently, <span class="neutral">"<<print either("Emily","Abby","Madison","Oliva","Georgina");>> <<print either("Smith","Jones","Paulson","Wilson","Johnson");>>"</span>, wants to receive penetrative vaginal sex. Female clients, especially those who want to get fucked are a bit of a rarity, so you jump at the opportunity. <<if !$penis>><<set $timesVaginallyFucked += 1>>You momentarily wonder how you’re going to fulfil your clients request, but see a note underneath that strap-on cocks are available for you to use, clearing up that concern. <</if>>Everything in order, you enter the booth, closing the door behind you.
<<if !$penis>>A compartment in the sidewall opens, giving you access to a large looking strap on dildo. The rubbery cock emerges from both sides, and will obviously fill your cunt up with its girth and length. On the side, you spot a weird electronic box with little LED’s, though what its purpose is you cannot tell. Spreading your legs wide, you delicately rub the extensive fake cock against your cunt, slowly working into your feminine depths. It feels great, though the stretching is a little too extensive for your liking. Now fully equipped, having buckled up the remaining straps, you ready yourself for your client. <</if>>Standing in the tiny room, you wait for your client to be presented, hoping that you get an orgasm out of the experience too. Thankfully, you’re not waiting long, as after a momentary wait, the little slit opens. Through it, you can see a pussy pressed up against it, your client's lust obvious from the dripping wetness on their outer lips. The smell of her desire is already in the air, and you can tell that she is desperate for a good hard fucking from the bucking motions she’s already making.
Wasting no time, you rest your hands upon the wall, aligning the tip of your <<if !$penis>>hefty fake cock<<else>>erect <<checkPenis>> cock<</if>> against the sodden warm pussy hole of your client. The unknown figure grunts happily as you sheath yourself deep within her in one single animalistic thrust, her cunt quivering around its intruder. The feeling is also amazing, your <<if !$penis>>fuck-hole feeling the clenching vibrations of her pussy through its own invading dildo<<else>>dick being milked by the clenching vibrations of her pussy, only pulling you deeper into her moist folds<</if>> .
Picking up a rapid energetic pace, you pound over and over again into your client. Growls, grunts and the occasional shout of, <span class="female">"Fuck yes!"</span>, all make you pretty sure that you’re doing a good job, not that you really care at this point, the pleasure of the experience clouding your mind to everything but reaching your own orgasm. The sound of wet slapping is also extremely apparent to anyone listening, so loud, that if you were in your right mind you’d likely be getting embarrassed.
Greedily, with one extremely powerful and deep shove, you growl yourself, clawing at the wall in need of something to hold onto as your body quivers with an overload of sensation. Your <<if !$penis>>cunt clenching around the invading dildo ripples in pleasure as your orgasm overcomes you. A deep warm sensation fills the depths of your pussy, and you feel a lot wetter than normal. Additionally, the dildo within you seems to pulse itself, bringing with it a sense of internal movement directed towards your client<<else>>cock pulses in orgasm as you flood your client’s pussy with a torrent of your cum, the feeling amazing<</if>>. The woman, mostly hidden from your view, seems to be spurred on by something, maybe the <<if !$penis>>weird pulsing movement towards her<<else>>large quantity of your seed now lodged in the depths of her fuck hole<</if>>. With one last wailing grunt, she pulls off of you, her pussy disengaging from your rod.
You hear a clatter through the small hole, as she collapses to the floor. Hearing, <span class="female">"Best fuck ever!"</span>, whispered tiredly from the other booth, as the hole once again closes. Taking a breath, you lean back against the wall, tired out from your frantic sex session.
She certainly sounded like she had a good time, you think as you clean yourself off with a provided towel<<if !$penis>>, removing the inserted dildo with a loud plop, a creamy white looking substance flowing out of your pussy as you do. Weird. With a little extra cleaning, you think you’re ready to get back to work<</if>>, and return to the staff room to start waiting for a new client.
<<include [[Glory Hole Job End]]>><<set $timesMasturbated += 1>><span class="female">"I have a client for you, <<print either("James","Sam","John","Paul","George");>> <<print either("Smith","Jones","Paulson","Wilson","Johnson");>>, relatively normal, the only reason he comes up as a special case is that he wants the ‘girlfriend’ experience, so there’ll probably be a bit more of a need for kissing, etc"</span>, Miss Sarah describes as she escorts you to a suite. Opening the door, you can see an younger man, sitting on the bed, already naked you can make out his average build and his average sized cock. In fact, if you had to describe the guy you’d call him average in pretty much every way. Closing in on him you offer him a greeting, which he smiles sweetly at, pulling you into a surprisingly tender kiss, his tongue not even breaching into your mouth.
Hugging you, closely, he one hand down your body, fondling your <<checkAss>> bum gently. The other hand, stays on your upper back, massaging you sensuously. Pressed together, your <<if $breastSize >0>><<checkBreast>> boobs poking into his lightly haired chest<<else>>chest rubbing against his own lightly haired chest<</if>>, he whispers in your ear, <span class="male">"Please be gentle with me, I broke up with my fiancé a few days ago, and I just needed someone. I’m sorry if I shouldn’t have said that, I just …"</span>.
Stopping him with a gentle rub on his back, you calmly tell the man that everything is alright, and you’ll be sure to take things as slow as he needs. Kissing you on the forehead, he thanks you for your understanding, asking if it would be okay to move over to the bed. Slowly, you maneuver your way towards the bed, keeping in your light fondling and make out session.
Breaking the embrace momentarily so you both can clamber onto the bed, you lay on your back, waiting for him to mount you for sex. Oddly, however, he instead just lies down next to you, pulling your back into him, so that he’s spooning you. Nuzzling kisses into your neck, he whispers sweet nothings to you, telling you how pretty you are, and how nice it is being here cuddling you. His hands carefully roam your body, exploring you, a small pull of a nipple here, a gentle caress there, he seems more curious and looking for company than anything.
Whispering into your ear, <span class="male">"You’ve been so good to me, I think you need a special reward"</span>, one of his hands beings roaming around your <<if $penis>>slowly stiffening <<checkPenis>> dick<<else>>slowly moistening pussy<</if>>. Running a finger <<if $penis>>down the length of your cock<<else>>through the cleft of your cunt, and across your clit<</if>>, he begins to tenderly masturbate you.
Your partner, isn’t particularly skilled, but he is attentive, and seems to be listening to your little moans and mewls, taking note of what you enjoy or don’t. <<if $penis>>Wrapping a hand around your hard <<checkPenis>> penis, he begins jacking you off, the speed teasingly slow, yet extremely pleasant<<else>>Taking two fingers, he begins exploring your wet hole, worming around until he finds spots that make you pant in pleasure, his thumb rests on your clit, occasionally giving it a teasing flick<</if>>. Worried, you moan through clenched teeth that you’re not doing anything for him, but he shushes you, telling you that this is all about you, and that he prefers it this way.
Kissing your neck sensuously, he picks up his pace, finally tipping you over the edge. With a grunt of exertion, you cum, the experience extremely enjoyable, causing you to shake against your client's embrace. Guided by his hand, your <<if $penis>>cock spurts a healthy flow of cum<<else>>pussy spurts a healthy jet of fem-cum<</if>> out across the bedding in front of you. Panting, you roll back into him, practically falling asleep in his warm protective cuddle.
…
A hand shakes you awake, rousing you from your slumber. It seems that you were so comfortable that you actually did fall asleep, your client even paying a little extra for them to let you nap with him for longer. Sadly, he’s nowhere to be seen, though you are informed he left a good review of your services.
<<include [[Brothel Job End]]>>You find yourself in the nurseries main play room. The room is huge, the size of an indoor basketball court, both in floorspace and height. As you enter, it takes a moment to realise that the room is still within the confines of the facility, the high ceiling currently appearing like a <<if $time>5>>clear sky at night filled with dazzling stars, and a large crescent moon<<else>>pleasant blue sky, fluffy pure white clouds, a large happy sun lighting the way<</if>>. Of course, the facility is not sloppy enough to make escape that easy, the fake nature of the roof become apparent when you look at the <<if $time>5>>moon<<else>>sun<</if>> and see that it bears a cartoon smiley face.
Thick cushiony, slightly bouncy floors rest beneath your feet. The rest of the room is filled with everything a little could ever want. Split into many sections, filled with different toys and decorations, this place is inhabited by a scattering of adults dressed as children. A large screen plays colourful cartoons, in one section. Whilst in another, a selection of large teddy bears sit around a table drinking tea. Other than that, you see rocking horses, a small plush fort, a ball pit, an eating area, and even a dedicated napping area. Leading out of the room, you see four arches, each topped with a different brightly lit sign. These signs read; Amusement Park, Adventure, Front Stage, and Bedrooms. Though currently the arches lay sealed, as if they only open at certain times.
<<set $random = random(1,20)>><<if $random == 1>>As you wander through the play area, you notice an odd tall and short pair of people having an expressive conversation. Having <<if $metMalus>>never interreacted with them before you don't know who they are, but they really stand out<<else>>interreacted with them before you know them to be Malus and his mean babysitter Aunt Agnes<</if>>. If you wanted too, you could probably [[try and listen into what they're saying|Little Land Nursery Play Room Encounter Malus][$metMalus = true]].<<else>>Wandering through the play area, you don't spot anything of particular note happening, just lots of littles playing about.<</if>><<if $metMalus && $random != 1>><br><br>Sitting in a small ball pit by the eating area, you spot the tiny elfin form of Malus. His tiny elvish ears, and violet eyes making him easy to spot. His giant diaper sticks up from amongst the balls, and he seems to be sucking on one of the plastic spheres dreamily as you watch.<</if>>
Do you:<<if $abdlTrainerTask == 7 && !$abdlTrainerTaskComplete>><br><br>[[Spend some time playing in the play room|Little Land Nursery Play Room Play Task][$abdlTrainerTaskComplete = true]]<</if>><<if $metMalus && $random !=1>><br><br>[[Spend some time with Malus|Little Land Nursery Play Room Malus]]<</if>>
[[Return to the foyer|Little Land Nursery]]As you pass through the shopping plaza, large ugly stall gets your attention. Topped with a big pink plastic lump, that reaches high into the air above it, you wonder how anyone could think building this thing was a good idea. You gasp as realization strikes you, and you realize that the structure, including the main body of the stall, make up a crude giant cock and balls.
Now engrossed in finding more out about the oddity that stands before you, you approach it, seeing it labelled as, <span class="neutral">‘Spunky’s’</span>. Behind the counter, slightly raised from the ground, you see a large muscular man, a weird intense yet tired look on his face, and a woman, her dark hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. Plastic glasses fill the countertop before them, a large chalkboard listing prices for drinks behind them.
As you approach, the woman smiles at you, waving you in, <span class="female">"Hey there honey, what are you wanting today. We’re doing alright on stock, so there’s no real wait. We also do frequent customer cards, so you can get every fifth drink free"</span>.
Looking at the chalkboard, you can’t figure out what the drinks are, all the names seemingly meaningless, like a <span class="neutral">‘Grande Fountain’</span>, or a <span class="neutral">‘Deluxe Gusher’</span>. Still no fully clued up on what’s going on, you ask, <span class="player">"What is this place, it’s so … unique"</span>.
Laughing down at you, the ponytailed brunette answers, <span class="female">"Ha, a curious customer then. Yeah, we’re spunky’s. My hubby here is the head barista, so to speak, whilst I handle the till. We’re an artisanal cum-based beverage supplier, specialising in expert quality ingredients and spectacular service. We do parties and events too, you’d be surprised how easily this stall packs down"</span>. Thinking for a moment, she gets a grin on before continuing, <span class="female">"I could give you a small free sample if you’d like. There so good I’m sure you’ll end up as a long-term customer"</span>.
Looking down at you, waiting for an answer, you’re put on the spot by the chatty stall owner. Though, she is offering you something for free. The question is, will you [[take her up on the free drink|Shopping Hub Cum Drink Stand Main][if($diaperWettingPlay == true && $diaperSkill >0){$diaperWetCountDown -= 2;}; if($waterSportsPlay == true && $incontinenceTreatment == true){$incontinenceCountDown -= 1;};]]?.Telling her you’ll take her up on the offer, her face lights up, as she pats the large man on the shoulder. The look on her husband’s face is still one of intense concentration. But, the little moans and grunts he’s now making, muffled slightly through his clenched teeth, make you suspect that something more interesting is going on under the counter in front of you.
Searching around under the counter, you hear her unclip something, before bringing out a large jug filled with a lumpy white liquid. The masculine smell, along with what you’ve been told clue you in that this is probably cum, likely the fresh cum of the main in front of you. Taking a small shot sized plastic glass from a stack on the counter, she carefully pours the man-milk into it, offering the small sample in your direction.
<span class="female">"I thought you might want to try a sample of the raw ingredients too. My hubby is an amazing producer. Not only does he pump out a lot of cum, but his cum quality is also exceptionally pure. It’s tough to achieve, and part of it is a closely held industry secret, but mostly it is all a result of healthy living and exercise. Anyway, drink up honey"</span>, directs the stall owner.
Taking the shot, you drink it down, somewhat unsure on whether you’re entirely comfortable drinking this mysterious cum. Still, the pressure from the owner, and our own desire to try it, trump your caution, and you down the whole shot in one mouthful. Pleasantly, you discover the cum, whilst still retaining a strange slightly lumpy texture, it is actually extremely tasty. Warm and savoury, it has no hint of any bitterness or odd aftertaste, the boasts about purity holding true.
Seeing your dreamy smile, whilst mixing a more complex cum-based drink, the owner comments with a smirk, <span class="female">"I knew you’d love it. My hubby really is amazing. If it wasn’t for the money we make, I’d stay in bed with him 24/7 instead. And, I do think I’d be doing much eating outside of his special product. Still, I guess there is some satisfaction with sharing his talents with the world"</span>.
Passing you a larger cup, taking your empty shot in turn, the owner gives you your complete drink. The smell is entirely different, no hint of salt or that usual masculine scent. Instead, it smells rather sweet, with a hint of vanilla, and maybe a smidge of caramel. Taking a tentative sip, you finally taste the cum-based beverage, your body practically vibrating in contentedness as you do.
It tastes wonderful. The texture is still unusual, at least for a standard drink, lumpy and a little too thick. But, the drink is one of the yummiest things you’ve ever tasted. The salty taste is still there, but now it’s mixed with vanilla, and as you previously guessed, caramel. The result is a wonderful sweet yet salty combination, almost entirely comprised of the fresh baby batter of the muscular man standing right in front of you. You stand, in a blissful haze, finishing your drink, the very concept of it, and what is going on in front of you, is more than enough to ignite your arousal. Thankfully though, the drink also feels like it’s enough to satisfy those desires, at least for now.
Your drink complete, you thank the stalls owners, before [[returning to wandering through the shopping plaza|Shopping Hub]].As you enter the lift, on your way to your destination, you notice a slovenly looking man already in the lift, his t-shirt stained with sweat, and other less pleasant substances. He reeks of alcohol, and sways a little in place, holding himself up against one of the lifts walls. As you enter, he looks up at you, trying to wave with his braced hand, before having to quickly return it, so as to not fall over. He smiles up at you merrily as the doors close, slurring his words as he tries to ask you something, but whatever it is it seems completely incoherent.
Taking a moment to burp, he seems to steady himself, sobering enough to talk in an understandable manner, <span class="male">"Hey, like can … I ask you a favour. I really need to take a leak, and I still have long lift ride ahead of me. Do you mind helping me out? I’m really busting mate"</span>.
Not sure exactly what he’s asking, you enquire, <span class="player">"What would you want me to do?"</span>.
Drunkenly, he slurs, <span class="male">"Mate. I was wondering if you’d let me piss on you instead. I mean like, you’d have to drink it, else it’d cause a mess. But you’d be really helping me out. Plus, I could pay you. Come on mate, I’m really in need here, you’d be doing me a massive favour"</span>. As you continue watching, you notice his legs wobbling a lot more, like he’s trying to futilely delay he need for a piss.
The idea of drinking this drunk man’s piss is an odd one. Then again, he does seem to be in need, and he did offer you some money for it, so it might be worth it. The question is, what will you do. Will you [[take him up on the offer|Travel To Drunk Watersports Main][$ggp += 50; $timesSuckedDick += 1; if($diaperWettingPlay == true && $diaperSkill >0){$diaperWetCountDown -= 3;}; if($waterSportsPlay == true && $incontinenceTreatment == true){$incontinenceCountDown -= 2;};]]? Or, just walk away?
<<include [[Travel To End]]>>Agreeing to help him, you nod your ascent. Drunkenly smiling back at you, your client responds, <span class="male">"Great mate. I knew you were a real mate. You just fish it out and stick it your mouth. My cock I mean. Then just try and drink it all down. Like I said, you’re really doing me a solid mate. I’ll sort out the money while you’re helping me"</span>.
Getting down on your knees quickly before the drunken man, you tentatively begin to unzip the fly on his stained trousers. What you reveal within does not put you at ease, the foul smell of his slightly damp and sticky underpants makes you think that they might not have been changed in a while, their intended white colour instead a dark cream now. Blinking back at the foul smell of stale sweat, piss, and cum, you decide to act with haste. You expect you don’t have long before drunk likely wets himself, and you’re starting to feel nauseous in your position.
His cock, which you slip from the confines of dirty underwear, is rather hefty in size, the bulbous purple head stinking an unclean masculine stench, splotches of dried cum spattered across it. Bracing yourself for what is about to happen, you maneuver his sizable cock head into your mouth, creating a tight seal with your <<checkLips>> lips. Your tongue makes contact with the offending dick, and you have to concentrate hard not to retch at its unpleasant taste.
Looking down at you, a drunken grin on his face, he slurs, <span class="male">"You’re the best mate. That feels great. Don’t worry though, not going to take advantage of you or anything. Might be time to start swallowing mate, because I’ve been on a mega bender today"</span>.
His hands landing on the back of your head, both holding you in place, and helping him keep his balance, he lets out a relieved moan. Warm liquid starts to gush into your mouth, the speed in which it builds up taking your off-guard. The thought of what you’re doing makes you want to not swallow, the taste a disgusting bitter one, but at this point, held as you are and mouth filling with piss you have little choice in what to do.
Swallowing, you desperately gulp down the unpleasant brew of the drunk’s urine, likely a result of his drunken escapades. The flow is uncompromising, and all you can do is constantly try and drink everything he offers, resisting the urge to pull back or vomit. Fleetingly, you wonder how embarrassing it would be if someone saw you right now, down on your knees, drinking a drunk’s piss for a bit of cash, you’d probably even be looked down on by the cheapest of streetwalkers.
Your stomach practically bulging uncomfortably from the heavy liquid wake of your client’s pee, your mouth overcome with the foul taste, and a few dregs of stray piss flowing down your cheeks and out of your nose. That is the state you find yourself in as you slurp down the last few drops of the drunk’s piss. Groaning appreciatively, he pulls his now much cleaner cock head out of your mouth with a pop, rubbing it dry against your cheek.
Looking down at you, coughing and spluttering, now stinking of piss, and nauseous from the large quantity of piss now sitting in your stomach, your client lets go of you, zipping back up his fly. <span class="male">"You did great mate. That felt amazing. Now I can go back to drinking, no need to find a toilet or anything anymore. You’ve done me a right solid there, and I won’t forget it. Plus, my knob is probably cleaner than it’s been in years. You’re a real diamond for helping out"</span>, he laughs, patting you on the head.
the lift's doors opening, he stumbles out, waving back at you, a merry smile on his face. Now alone, you get back up, spotting your piss streaked face reflected by the lifts door as you do. Humiliated and degraded, you try your best to make yourself look respectable, nervously waiting to hear how much G.G.P you’ve just earned yourself. The scent of the drunk’s pee still clinging to you, reminding you of your choice.
As you leave the lift, you hear the familiar monotone chime of Alice the AI, <span class="neutral">"Trainee $firstName has been awarded 50 G.G.P, for being a good mate"</span>. Sighing, you move on to your planned location, the taste of urine still in your mouth.
<<include [[Travel To End]]>>As you pass through the sexual services hub, you hear a faint sobbing sound which catches your attention. Looking over, sitting against the wall in front of one of the many brothels, hugging her knees close, shudders a petite brunette woman. Completely nude other than a thick leather collar around her neck, the tiny girl wails uncontrollably, her short hair sitting messily atop her head.
Noticing your presence nearby, she looks up at you, her face streaked with tears, and her ruined mascara that now runs in trails down her cheeks, a string of snot hangs from her nose. She clearly has been crying heavily, not in the fake way you always see in movies. With wide brown eyes, shimmering in the light, she stares at you forlornly, as if begging you for help.
Whatever is going on, it certainly isn’t your problem. And, you’re never sure in the facility what is going to get you in trouble. Still, the poor girl obviously needs someone to talk to, a friendly shoulder to cry on. Maybe you should [[stay and comfort her|Sexual Hub Crying Slavegirl Main]].You sit down on the floor next to her, hoping to present yourself as non-threatening as to not upset her more. With as comforting a smile as you can muster, you softly ask, <span class="player">"Hi. Are you okay? I’ve got a bit of time if you need to chat with someone"</span>.
Her sobs and sniffles stopping momentarily, she tries to compose herself enough to answer you, the faintest attempt of a smile flickering across her face. Sadly, it is only brief, as trying to talk to you seems to restart her despair. Stuttering and hiccupping, she responds, <span class="female">"My … my … master. He … with … another … girl. Am I … am I, not … enough. I … try … so … hard. He probably … probably … thinks I’m … ugly. I’m … just … stupid … slave … girl. I bet … she’s … prettier … than me"</span>.
Translating her sobbed statements, you gather that her master is likely in the brothel she’s currently in front of, and the slave-girl before you isn’t taking it easily. Putting a hand on her shoulder, you nod and smile at her reassuringly, doing what little you can for the poor girl. Turning her head into your shoulder, she leans into you, seeking warmth and comfort, and willing to take it when it’s offered to her, her despair quieting in your embrace.
After a few minutes sitting like that, a rather unremarkable man approaches, wearing a pair of glasses, jeans, and a band t-shirt. He looks worriedly down at the girl you’re holding, quickly moving closer, to kneel at her side. Putting a hand to her cheek, he gently maneuvers her into looking at him.
<span class="male">"Poppy. Why are you crying, and why are you here, my little punk-rocker?"</span>. When he receives no reply other than a look of worry and despair he continues, "Everything is okay, and if it isn’t we’ll sort it out. Now, let’s start with why you aren’t sitting in the spa where I left you, getting yourself pampered?".
It takes a moment for her to reply, her voice practically a whisper, once again broken up with quiet sobs, <span class="female">"I ... was missing you … so I … left to come … come surprise you. Then … I asked … some people for … directions, and … they said … to ask one of … the AI terminals. So … I did … and it … said you were at … at a brothel. I’m so sorry … sorry I left, I’m not fit … not fit to be your slave-girl. She’s probably better … than me … anyway … so I … I understand … if … you’re … getting … rid … of …me!"</span>.
Pulling her gently from you, into his own embrace, he takes a moment to translate her sobbed statement, finally figuring out why she was so upset. <span class="male">"Oh, sweetheart, no. I love my little punk-rocker, I wouldn’t replace you with all the other slave-girls in the world. I had a business meeting, so I left you at the spa so that they could give you a much-deserved treat. It was sweet of you to come looking for you, but it could have been dangerous wandering around on your own. I wasn’t here to see any girls, I was here to look into buying this place. Though, even if I did ever sleep with another slave-girl, that wouldn’t make you any less special, nor would it ever diminish how much I love you"</span>, wiping the tears from her face with his sleeve, <span class="male">"We were meant to be having a fancy meal later, but I think someone might need some ice-cream first, and maybe a new butt plug to make her feel better"</span>.
Looking up at him with a look of pure love and reverence, she only nods, kissing his clothed chest and wrapping her arms around his neck. With a little struggle, he gets to his feet, carrying her in both arms, obviously not wanting to put her down in her current state. For the first time since he had arrived, he looks down at you, almost as if he was surprised another person was there.
<span class="male">"I don’t know how I could ever thank you enough for looking after my Poppy for me. She can get worried so easily, so I’m glad she found someone to look after her, rather than taking advantage of her. I’m not really a regular guest around her, so I’m not sure if there’s anything I can do for you. But, I really do appreciate you comforting my sweetheart in her time of need"</span>. Searching his pockets, he finds a tasty looking candy bar, which he hands to you with much difficulty. Checking it over, it seems to be from outside the facility, and rather high in quality from the sound of it. Digging into it, you’re confirmed regarding its good quality, the candy being extremely delicious. Seeing that you’re enjoying your reward, the master, still carrying his naked slave-girl, wanders off, talking about different ice-creams that she could try.
The girl now safely returned to her master, you [[return to wandering through the sexual services plaza|Sexual Hub]].As you wander through the recreational plaza, <<if $metMalus>>you see the familiar sight of<<else>>you’re momentarily struck with confusion as you see<</if>> a short figuring walking hand in hand with a much larger one. The taller figure, standing at almost 7-foot-tall, is a redheaded woman dressed in red ruffled blouse and a billowing black long skirt. Her hair tied in a tight bun, the Amazonian woman cuts an imposing figure, despite the fact that she only looks to be in her early 20’s. The shorter person, however, is much more striking in terms of appearance. At only just 4 feet in height, and with pale skin to the point that it’s almost blue in colour being only the start of his obvious modifications, you <<if $metMalus>>recognize them as Malus and his babysitter Aunt Agnes<<else>>are momentarily stunned by the odd scene in front of you<</if>>.
Staring at them, curiosity getting the better of you, your focus rests on the small pale man. Small pointed ears, stick out of a mass of tight ringlet curls short, his hair pitch black in colour has a few veins of purple mixed throughout it drawing in your attention. Moving down, you notice high cheek bones, violet coloured eyes that look wiser than his appearance would have you believe, and a small delicate nose, all adding together to give him a sort of elvish quality. The only feature that really feels out of place, are his thick inviting lips, which rest in a natural pout. Looking further down, you notice the most prominent characteristic of the young man, that he’s wearing an extremely visible giant diaper.
The huge disposable diaper, look to be immensely padded, likely not just one, or even two diapers layered on top of each other. So bulky is the large diaper, that the man’s legs are forced apart wide, stuck in a permanent waddle to cope with it. Cute images of cartoon bears festoon the outside of the diaper, making it look rather adorable if childish. Finishing out his outfit, are a pair of matching tiny purple frilly cloth booties and mittens, and a frilly purple t-shirt, the shirt bearing puffy shoulder sections, and fine white lace around the edges, coming down just far enough that it could almost be mistaken for an extremely short baby dress.
You watch, as the smaller elfin male, tugs on the blouse sleeve of the imposing woman, getting her attention. His expressive violet eyes looking up at her, he points at his mouth a couple of time.
Mockingly, she coos, <span class="female">"Is my little cushion tush hungry? Even after all that ice cream we just ate?"</span>. Responding, the diapered figure, nods and rubs his tummy, eliciting a malicious smile from her. With the same tone as before, says in a sing song voice, <span class="female">"Well, we can’t have that, can we. I guess my hungry little cutie won’t be able to wait a moment longer, so we’ll have to breast feed you right here"</span>, shrugging her shoulders dramatically as if it’s the only choice.
In response, the tiny figures face starts gaining some colour, as a deep blush sets across it. Shaking his head, his expression is a nervous and shy one. Smiling in a wide grin, she adds, <span class="female">"But, you’re hungry, and I make the little baby wait, can I. No, that would make me an awful babysitter, wouldn’t it"</span>, as she starts to look to her side for something.
Pointing at you as she spots you nearby and listening in, she calls in a voice that tells you she thinks she’s above you, <span class="female">"You! I left my diaper bag at the ice-cream parlour just over there"</span>, jerking her thumb in the direction of a nearby shop front, <span class="female">"Get it for me, or you’ll regret it"</span>. Looking at you menacingly, she waits for you to [[go and retrieve her diaper bag for her|Recreational Hub Malus Breast Feeding Main][$metMalus = true]], but you could probably just run away instead.Deciding that you don’t want to make an enemy of the fierce Amazonian babysitter, you kowtow to her demands, heading towards the ice cream parlour. Looking over your shoulder, you spot her pick up the elfin male, taking him over to a bench, where she eventually puts him down on her knee. You he shyly tries to cover his face with his tiny hands, but she bats them away, smiling gleefully at his embarrassment. Shuddering, you continue.
Entering a small ice-cream parlour, images of cartoon cows and breasts covering the walls, you almost immediately see the bag. Sitting on a chair, is a large satchel with, <span class="neutral">‘Diaper Supplies’</span>, written across the side. Shrugging, you go over and pick it up, surprised to the see how easy your task actually was. Looking around in case anyone questions you about the bag, you wander back out towards where you last saw the Amazonian babysitter.
Closing back in on where you last saw the pair, you see the tiny elfin figure is now suckling one of the large woman’s breasts, her blouse half unbuttoned to give access to it. The scene would almost be cute, if not for the woman squishing the little’s diaper teasingly with the hand she isn’t using to hold him close to her.
<span class="female">"It’s hard to tell, but is my little cushion tush also a mush tush. Pe-ew, that’s one stinky little baby I have here"</span>, she laughs out loudly and mockingly. When the pale diaper wearer tries to dispute the claim, she instead just pushes him back onto her breast, tutting and mocking him more. Coming closer, you certainly can’t smell any accidents, only a pleasant smell comprised of baby powder, lavender, and maybe a little cum.
Seeing you return, she holds her spare hand out demandingly for the bag, not even offering you any thanks as you return it, only a quick grunt of acknowledgement. Turning to leave, you are surprised to hear her speak again in your direction.
<span class="female">"Where are my manners, my smelly little baby Malus here doesn’t know a lot of people, and he needs all the help he can get making friends. So, say hello to your little friend Malus"</span>, she demands to the tiny diapered elf.
Looking up shyly, he whispers in a sweet, somewhat songlike voice, <span class="male">"Hi"</span>, trying to shield himself with his hands again in his shyness.
<span class="female">"That’s not good enough. And, you’re trying to hide again. Well, I think we need to make sure you and your little friend remember this meeting, so I guess we’ll have to do something special"</span>, she says, holding onto him as if worried he’ll try to get away.
Malus begins to make a quiet groaning sound, and at first you worry it’s from the harsh grasp the Amazonian woman has upon him. However, just as you’re about to comment on it, you also hear a faint buzzing sound. Spotting the realization dawn on your face, that he’s not being hurt, he’s being publicly pleasured, his face becomes covered again in a deep blush. Unable from being able to use his hands to cover his face, he instead has few options, so takes to pouting at your and the Amazonian woman holding him.
Not sure you’re allowed to leave, you watch on as he begins to moan and groan even more, now squirming in his held position, a cute little tongue lolling from between his thick lips in his lust. Smiling wickedly, his carer lets go of him with one hand, using it to poke his diaper instead, laughing as he flinches when she pokes near where his cock would be deep within its cushiony confines.
<span class="female">"My naughty little stinky Malus loves to get cummies in his diaper. Especially after he’s had an accident in them. At heart he’s less of a baby, and more like a dirty little puppy. I mean, at least a baby doesn’t like being messy, but not my little stinky here"</span>, she taunts Malus mockingly in that sing song voice, obviously lying if your nose is to be trusted.
Pulling a contorted face of pleasure, he almost immediately starts to look uncomfortable. Looking up at his carer embarrassment plainly across his face he whispers, <span class="male">"My … I … in my diaper ... I made cummies"</span>. Laughing, she puts him back down on the floor, letting him stew in his humiliation for a moment before she responds.
Mockingly, she declares, <span class="female">"What’s the difference. We put you in such big diapers because you can’t help yourself. I might have been partly responsible for your vibrating diaper, but you still just made a mess with your dirty cummies in them. I bet they’ll be really cross when we get back to the nursery. They might even put you in a thicker one"</span>.
His babysitter taking his hand, and gesturing for him to leave, Malus turns to you and whispers, <span class="male">"Thanks for not being a meanie. My babysitter Aunt Agnes can be really mean to me sometimes, and she says all sorts of lies that get me in trouble. I hope we can play some time, I bet it would be fun. I live at the Little Land Nursery, if you want to play. I think I have to go now, so hopefully I’ll see you later"</span>, waving goodbye as he’s almost literally dragged away.
As you watch them leave, with Malus looking up at the imposing Amazon adoringly when she isn’t watching, you get the distinct impression that he enjoys the treatment more than he maybe wants to admit. But, with the pair gone, you [[return to walking around the recreation plaza|Recreational Hub]].Waving a small happy wave at you, before blushing a little and retreating into himself, Malus greets you. Occasionally sucking his thumb, the tiny diapered young man tries to be personable but is held back by his obvious shyness, looking at you with violet eyes from beneath his short black, and purple tinged, ringlets. Trying to hide his huge diaper within the ball pit, it feels like he isn’t going to leave it without a good reason.
As you spend some time with him he doesn’t talk much, but seems to enjoy your presence, listening to you talk with a bashful smile. In a rare moment of speech, he asks you if you want to do anything special while you’re here, or if you just want to keep playing in the ball pit with him.
Sitting on one side of your current play area, you notice a small notice for something called, <span class="neutral">"Diaper Racing"</span>. Oddly, it has a cartoony image of Malus on it, a massively oversized, and seemingly very full diaper taking up much of the page. A small by-line even explains that Diaper Racing is a special gameshow for littles, and it seems like Malus might be pretty good at it, or at least involved enough with it that someone wanted to put him on its flyers. You probably could talk to him about it and try your luck if you wanted, as the flyer mentions that they're always looking for competitors.
Do you:
[[Stay and play with Malus in the ball pit for a while|Little Land Nursery Play Room Malus Play Ball Pit]]
[[Ask Malus about the Diaper Racing notice|Little Land Nursery Play Room Malus Diaper Racing]]
[[Finish spending time with Malus|Little Land Nursery Play Room]]Nodding at his offer to play, you jump into the ball pit, sending plastic balls scattering as you plunge in. The balls only really come up to your mid-thigh at most, but the way they clink against each other anytime you move is oddly relaxing.
Smiling bashfully at your proximity, Malus picks up one of the brightly coloured balls and offers it to you, shyly trying to involve you in his play. Taking the ball, you smile back at him, rolling it around for a little while. Joyfully he picks up another one, suckling it dreamily, his thick pouty lips wrapped around it. Curiously, you pick up one of the balls nearby, giving it a tentative lick, but all you can taste is plastic, and maybe a bit of sweat. Pulling a face, you put it back down, wondering why your friend is so obsessed with sucking the gross plastic.
And so, for a while you play around in the balls, occasionally talking a little with Malus, or passing balls back and forth between yourselves.
That’s when a fun idea comes to you. Sinking under the balls, you hide within their plastic depths. Then, getting onto all fours, with your <<checkAss>> bum sticking up like a shark’s fin, you proceed to try and sneak up on Malus. From the quiet suckling sound you hear, you’re pretty sure you haven’t been spotted, expecting at least some reaction. Unable to get your bearings, your sight restricted to brightly colour plastic balls, your head rebounds off of something thick and cushiony, your mind taking a moment to realize that it’s probably Malus’s extensive diaper. Thankfully, your presence is not discovered, the immense padding stopping the tiny elfin man from feeling you bumping into him. The smell is actually quite nice next to Malus’s diaper, a distinct smell of lavender, baby powder, and maybe a little cum filling your nose.
Figuring that you must be close, you spring up from the ball pit in an attempt to surprise your friend. Making a quick, <span class="male">‘Eek!’</span>, sound, Malus jumps back, falling onto his giant diaper. After the moment of worry ends, he starts blushing heavily before offering a quite but mirthful giggle, smiling at you and softly throwing a ball towards you in recompense for your joke.
Eventually, you decide that you need to stop playing in the ball pit, at least for now, and [[go back to talking to Malus|Little Land Nursery Play Room Malus]].Moving towards your desk, you notice an immaculately pristine envelope. Ornately decorated with hard painted lewd silhouettes of women, it feels like someone has gone to a lot of effort in producing it. Weirdest of all, it seems to be intended for you. Turning it over, you notice an equally expensive, yet tacky, wax seal on the back, depicting a particularly curvy woman touching herself. Breaking the seal, you remove the handwritten letter form within, reading it curiously;
<hr><span class="male"><i>Dearest fuck-piece,
It seems as if you have yet to have the pleasure of my company. I run one of the hottest clubs in the facility, and very little happens around here without me being involved at some point. I highly recommend that you come see me as soon as you can, if for no other reason than to cover your ass. My organisation is always looking for useful new employees, and we help those that know who’s boss around here. If you want to be comfortable during your stay in the facility, or are in the need of a favour, then come see me any time of day at Club B in the main recreational plaza.
Come visit soon,
Tony Bosco, owner of Club B.</i></span><hr>
Confused. You put the letter in one of your desk drawers, wondering who would go so much effort to send you such an odd letter. Shrugging, you contemplate whether it’s worth checking out, deciding to think more about it later as you get ready.<span class="female">"These are the options available for body painting <<if $femininity >=0>>miss<<else>>mister<</if>> $firstName"</span>, whispers Anna as she stumbles, grabbing for a laminated menu, listing the colour options. After taking a moment to recompose herself, her face having turned a deep red, she gracefully hands you the catalogue, filled with pictures of the different colour options.
<hr>
Body Paint Menu:<table>
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<td>Chrome</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "chrome">></td>
</tr>
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<td>Silver</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "silver">></td>
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<td>Gold</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "gold">></td>
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<td>Bronze</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "bronze">></td>
</tr>
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<td>Neon Pink</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "neon pink">></td>
</tr>
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<td>Red</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "red">></td>
</tr>
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<td>Black</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "black">></td>
</tr>
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<td>White</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "white">></td>
</tr>
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<td>Grey</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "grey">></td>
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<td>Blue</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "blue">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Green</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "green">></td>
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<tr>
<td>Purple</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "purple">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Orange</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "orange">></td>
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<td>Yellow</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "yellow">></td>
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<td>Pink</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "pink">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Custom Colour</td><td></td><td><<textbox "$altColour" "">></td>
</tr>
</table><<button [[Choose colour|Salon Paint Body Initialised]]>><</button>>
<<return "Cancel Procedure">>You point at the option to have your body painted $altColour, handing the laminated menu back to Anna. She gives a short bow, as she takes it chiming quietly a, <span class="female">"Yes <<if $femininity >=0>>miss<<else>>mister<</if>>, a very good choice"</span>. Gently directing you towards a paint stained metal plate on the ground, she runs over to a table top, looking over a selection of brightly coloured bottles.
<span class="female">"<<if $femininity >=0>>Miss<<else>>Mister<</if>> $firstName, the body painting ... we offer here is very impressive, it doesn't ... fade with time, instead working into the material ... at a deeper level. You should find that even with damage it will ... stay the same as it already is, the new colour also won't fade"</span>, the quiet woman explains, occasionally stopping to collect herself.
Taking a moment, she continues, <span class="female">"I'll also ... you'll .. naked. I ... all your body. Need to be meticulous ... in applying it"</span>. Her face bright red in blush as she stumbles over her words even more than usual, obvously feeling awkward about making sure you're nude. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>You remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>You remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>You remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>Thankfully you're already naked so don't need to get undressed<</if>>.
Walking back over to you, Anna is now carrying a glass bottle filled with a $altColour liquid, topping the bottle is what looks like an industrial strength pain sprayer. Standing on the indicated spot, you let Anna get to work, spraying the contents of the bottle on your body and carefully working to ensure an even coating. Watching her in the large mirror, you see she looks much more confident, lost in her work. After a few minutes of ensuring she hasn’t missed any spots Anna takes a step back, grabbing something that looks a bit like a hairdryer. Without saying anything, she continues her task, running the hairdryer shaped device around your body. Every so often a bright flash of light springs from the device, the section it’s being pointed at suddenly becoming slightly warm, the sensation tingling across your <<checkSkin>> skin. Every so often she has you move about so she can access a couple of spots that need an extra coating, using the spray bottle and then the hairdryer like device. She blushes heavily whenever she has to spray somewhere intimate, like around your <<checkAss>> bum, her embarrassment held somewhat in check by her professionalism.
Another 10 minutes later, Anna puts down the hairdryer like device, her face somewhere in between an excited giddiness and her usual submissive attitude. <span class="female">"Is <<if $femininity >=0>>miss<<else>>mister<</if>> happy with the new colour?"</span>, she asks, picking up a hand mirror from the counter, holding it behind you so that you can get a full view of your freshly painted body.
Your outer layer, is now a vibrant $altColour, just like the picture in the catalogue. Smiling, you nod your assent. Anna gives you a wide, heart-warming smile, obviously glad you are content with her work.
Happy with your new paint job [[you go back to considering salon treatments|Salon Transformation Options]]A slight jostling and drop in temperature rouses you from your slumber, causing you to slowly open your weary eyes. Immediately you spot looming over you the familiar form of your carer Aunt Mildred, bent over your recently sleeping form. Looking own, you notice through your sleep encrusted eyelids, that she seems to be in the process of pulling your covers back, all the time humming a quiet lullaby.
Noticing your slight movements as you awaken, she stops what she’s doing a moment to coo at you, a look of tender care evident on her face. <span class="female">"Shhh, you need your rest my little diaper bum. Aunt Mildred needs to do a diaper check, to make sure you’re all clean down there. So, my little sweetheart, you get back to sleep for your Aunt like a good <<if $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>>"</span>.
Giving you a small soothing stroke to the head, she proceeds to pull back your covers even more. <<if $currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">>Her gaze directing towards your crotch, she smiles approvingly as she spots that you’re wearing your $currentUnderwear.
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Her hand hovering to the base of your diaper, she rubs her palm against it, checking to see the its current state. <<if ($diaperWettingPlay && $diaperMessCounter >= 3) || ($diaperMessingPlay && $diaperWetCounter >= 3)>><<set $diaperPunishmentLevel +=1>>Her attention causes a squelching sound from within, a foul stench filling the air from its disturbance. Wiping her hand off on a wet wipe pulled from her diaper bag, she looks at you, tutting.
<span class="female">"What a full diaper you have. I’m sure that you must have left it stinky for quite a while for it to be this … foul. You really need your sleep my little stinky tush, so I’m not going to change you now. But, your Aunt Mildred is rather cross. You could get a really bad rash from leaving your diaper so unclean, and I don’t won’t my sweetheart to be in bad health or uncomfortable. Or, is it that you like being a dirty little diaper baby? That, having such a unclean diaper is just how you show me your love of diapers? Either way, you need to get yourself changed when you get up, or you might get in all sorts of trouble. So, get some good sleep stinky bum, and I’ll see you soon"</span>, lectures your stern carer.<<else>>Feeling that your diaper is at least relatively clean, she gives you another approving smile.
Cooing, she praises, <span class="female">"Someone has been so good haven’t they. Well, I’ll let my special diaper sweetheart get back to sleep. I’m so proud of you for keeping yourself so nice and clean. You must really love your diapers to look after them so well. But, enough of that, you must be so tired after your long day. Get back to dream land my little diaper tush"</span>.<</if>><<else>><<set $diaperPunishmentLevel +=1>>Her gaze directing towards your crotch, she tuts disapprovingly as she spots that you’re not wearing a diaper.
<span class="female">"You need to wear your diaper now sweetheart, it’s not good for you to risk going to bed without one. How would you feel if you woke up in a pool of your own accident, or worse. No, this isn’t good at all. I’ll have to give you a frowny face sticker on your chart for this. But, I won’t force you to wear one for now, you need your sleep my cranky little diaper baby. I do however recommend you start wearing one as soon as you get up or I’ll be extremely cross"</span>, lectures the imposing woman.<</if>>
Pulling the covers back over your tired form in an act of tender care, making sure to tuck you in as she goes, Aunt Mildred looks back down at you sweetly. Giving you a small kiss on the forehead, as she seems to prepare herself to leave. Closing your eyes, you ready yourself to get back to sleep.
<<if $diaperPunishmentLevel > 5>>As you're about to drift back to sleep, you notice that Aunt Mildred is still standing there, a somewhat forlorn look upon her face.
<span class="female">"I'm sorry my little diaper bum, but I've had complaints from my supervisors. Apparently, I've been too lenient on you, and they're worried that you're just not taking to my assistance in helping you adapt to your new lifestyle. As such, they're having me drag you in for final processing. Though I've talked to them, and they'll let me look after you the whole way, so you don't need to panic my cute little sweetheart. Maybe we'll figure all of this out, and this will be for the best"</span>, consoles Aunt Mildred.
Aiming a remote at you, you undergo a sudden wave of fatigue, unable to keep your eyes open. Cuddling into your warm comfortable bedcovers, you have no choice but [[to fall asleep|followDestination('Diaper Caught Punishment')]].<<else>>Your diaper check complete you [[drift back to sleep| interuptDestinationDay('Wake Up') ]].<</if>>As you pass through the sexual services hub, you are brought to a stop as you feel someone poke you in the back. Turning, you spot a short, slightly overweight woman wearing a tight green latex body suit. The outfit is so all encompassing in fact, that the only part of her that isn’t hidden behind it, is her joyful and exuberant face.
Smiling cheerfully, she says, <span class="female">"Hey darlin’. Sorry to bother you, but you look just perfect. I was wonderin’ if you wouldn’t mind, would you help me out with my new brothel openin’. I know it’s sudden, but I think you are just, well, perfect! I can pay you a little, but I’m pretty low on start-up capital. Plus, I’ll make sure it’s fun"</span>, she finishes, offering you a flirty wink.
Asking what she wants you to do, she fobs you off, telling you with a joyous grin that it’s more fun if you don’t know. You feel a little bit worried about accepting a mystery offer, but the latex covered brothel owner’s enthusiasm is rather infectious, and you don’t get the feeling that she has anything menacing planned. You could always walk away, though <<if $actionAmountCurrent >= $actionLimit>>sadly you’re already too tired to accept the offer at the moment, maybe if some time passed you'd be ready to give it a try?<<else>>[[it could be fun if you help her out|Sexual Hub Brothel Body Writing Main][$actionAmountCurrent +=1; $ggp +=100]]<</if>>.Telling her that you’ll help, she begins smiling even more cheerfully, her green eyes beaming at you. Patting you on the back as she steers you towards her brothel, she says, <span class="female">"Thank yah kindly darlin’. The extra advertising you’ll bring in will help, but honestly, I just couldn’t resist the opportunity to play with you. You are kinda a looker you know"</span>, she finishes, offering you another flirty wink.
Popping just into a small plush establishment, your new acquaintance closing the door behind you, she speaks up again, giggling, <span class="female">"I’m going to need you naked for what I have in store. I have a few fun things for you to wear too. I know it’s maybe a little scary, but I’ll keep an eye on you the whole time. Promise you, I know what I’m doin’"</span>.
<<if $exhibitionismSkill >0>>Already getting turned on by what she’s describing to you, you begin getting excited for whatever is to come<<else>>Gulping, you begin to get a little worried, the thought of ‘advertising’ the business through your nudity making you feel uncomfortable<</if>>. However, you agreed to help, so you <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you standing naked in front of the new madam<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked in front of the new madam<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked in front of the new madam<<else>>wait for additional instruction, already naked, so you don't need to get undressed<</if>>.
Whistling at your nude body, the latex encased woman approaches you, pair of fur lined wrist restraints in hand. Carefully, she straps you into the cuffs, the comfortable material feeling great against your wrists. Repeating the process with your ankles, you now find yourself with restraints around each limb, though they’re yet to be put to use, stoking your curiosity for what they’re for. Next, she wraps a set of silken ropes around you in a sort of makeshift harness, skilfully caressing you with the luxurious cord<<if $breastSize >0>>, your <<checkBreast>> breasts being well supported by its design<</if>>. Checking to make sure it’s not pinching, she next turns her focus to your <<checkLips>> lips, slotting a thick ball gag between them, effectively silencing you, other than maybe from grunting around it.
Pulling what you guess is the last part of your temporary attire out from a side cabinet, she shows you a thick blindfold. Speaking softly, she says with a reassuring smile, <span class="female">"See you on the other side darlin’"</span>, before tying it around your head, and subsequently plunging you into darkness. You take as deep a breath as you can around the ball gag, steadying yourself, however, you become even more surprised when something else is placed over you head. The pressure over your ears, and the complete muffling of sound, quickly helps you figure out that you just gotten a pair of earmuffs too.
After that, time just passes as a blur. Unable to see or hear, you find that it’s hard to figure out or remember what is happening. You just remember; a cold sensation running across your stomach, being tied up with the cuffs, then standing around. At this point, you guess that you’ve been tied up somewhere, likely as advertisement outside the brothel madam’s business. A lot of poking, especially to your <<checkAss>> bum, and your ever more aroused <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> dick and pussy<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock<<else>>pussy<</if>>. You also feel hands, and then more of the cold poking sensation you remember from earlier. Then a gentle tugging, and movement.
Light stings your eyes as your blindfold is removed, the short latex wearing madam standing in front of you briefly before stepping to one side. Blinking to accustom your eyes, you realize that you’re actually standing directly before a large mirror, the small woman now just to one side. Realization strikes you, as you finally click to what the cold poking was. All over you, you have phrases written in multicoloured ink, most of them extremely lewd in nature. Across your stomach, you spot a large, <span class="neutral">"Open For Business"</span>, likely added by the enthusiastic woman. It’s all so degrading, even worse so that you didn’t know you were being humiliated with it at all, but deep down, when you see yourself covered in the suggestive remarks, you’re actually extremely aroused.
Taking the earmuffs off too, the latex clad dominant says merrily, <span class="female">"You did great out there darlin’. Plus, you look really sexy like that. I was tempted to keep you tied up, all to myself, locked up in my bedroom. But, you helped me out, so I decided that I shouldn’t be too mean. I see that you’re hot and raring to go, but no hanky panky in my brothel, customers have to pay for that here. Talking about pay, my graffitied darlin’, I’ve made sure that you’re compensated, at least a little. I really do hope you had fun, I know I did!"</span>, giving you one last wink before she helps you out of your bondage.
Getting you fully cleaned up, it takes a little longer, but she does provide you with a nice warm shower to make sure you’re in pristine condition when you leave. While walking out through the front door to her establishment, a wall terminal chimes in the familiar monotone you’ve come to expect of Alice, <span class="neutral">"Trainee $firstName has been awarded 100 G.G.P, for looking and being a darlin’ slut"</span>.
Excitedly waving her goodbye to you, thankful for your help, the brothel madam leaves you to go tend to other customers, most of whom were brought in through your help. With one last look back, you [[return to wandering through the sexual services plaza|Sexual Hub]].As you enter the lift, on your way back from your destination, you notice a familiar face within. The lift has only one other occupant, the bubbly Tilly, standing within, seemingly less energetic than usual. Entering, you smile at her, before pressing the button for your dormitory floor.
With a quick half-hearted giggle, Tilly says to you, <span class="bimbo">"Hi cutie. Do you have any idea why I’ve been told to come here? My tablet in the shop told me I should get in this lift as part of my shift. But, it’s like, super boring. I’ve been here forever, and I want to go, so if you spot why I’m here, please tell me, I’ll totally owe you one"</span>, her face covered in a look of confusion.
Shrugging, you tell the ditzy blonde that you don’t have any idea about why she has been directed to wait in this lift, but if you find out then you’ll tell her. In the back of your mind, you feel a little worried, something not feeling right about the situation you’ve found yourself in.
Just as you’re contemplating what it could mean, the lift grinds to a halt, the doors emergency locking with a loud clunk. Funnily, it doesn’t seem like there’s been any malfunction, all the lights and panels still functioning from what you can see. Approaching the control panel, you try to figure out what’s happening, but can only discern that the lift has been remotely locked, no reason being given.
<span class="bimbo">"What’s that?"</span>, you hear her giggling from behind you, a woosh of air accompanying it as Tilly gestures wildly despite you looking the other way. Turning, you notice an odd pink mist seeping in through a grate in the floor, slowly flooding into the confined space of the lift. Unable to get away from it, you can do little other than wait as it slowly creeps ever higher. On the upside though, it does smell nice, a rather sugary sweet scent that makes you hungry for candy and bubble-gum.
Collapsing to the floor, Tilly lands loudly in a sprawl. You move to catch her, concerned that the mysterious pink fog might have done something bad to her. However, as you move to her, you notice that she’s not just awake, but seems to be pulling up her dress to access her pussy.
Looking up at you, need in her eyes, she whines, <span class="bimbo">"I … I feel … so … horny! Please …"</span>. The smell of her arousal is hot on the air, mingling pleasantly with the bubble-gum mist. That’s when you realise how horny you’re feeling too!
Your <<if $penis && $vagina>>pussy and <<checkPenis>> cock both tingle with need, beads of your need pooling atop both of them<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock tingles with need, standing rock hard, pre-cum pooling at its head<<else>>pussy tingles with need, wet and warm, your clit throbs, calling out for attention<</if>>. Additionally, your nipples are so sensitive, even the lightest breeze almost making you double over from the overload to your senses.
You hold off from doing anything, watching on as Tilly begins to play with herself openly and lewdly, no concern for your presence. A minute or so later, the lift door opens, allowing you to leave, the mist slowly dissipating as it does. Looking back, you see that Tilly isn’t getting up to leave, too wrapped up in indulging her needs. You certainly could escape now, but do you want to, Tilly so openly aroused before you. <<if $sexualPreference != 2>>Maybe, in fact, you should [[stay and play with Tilly|Travel Back Tilly Lust Gas Main][if($tillyRelationship<=96){$tillyRelationship += 4;}else{$tillyRelationship = 100;}; if($penis == true){$timesFuckedPussy +=1;}else{$timesLesbianSex +=1;};]]?<<else>>However, not interested in having sex with a woman, you quickly take the opportunity to escape, leaving Tilly masturbating in the lift.<</if>>
<<include [[Travel Back End]]>>Deciding to return to Tilly, your lust enflamed from the strange gas, you know what is going to happen. As you approach her, <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear, discarding them all to one side, leaving you now naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing, discarding it to one side, leaving you now naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you remove your $currentUnderwear , discarding it to one side, leaving you now naked<<else>>you rush towards her needily, already naked, so don't need to waste time getting undressed<</if>>. Standing in the doorway, completely nude, your <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> dick and pussy pulse needily,<<elseif $penis>>dick pulses needily,<<else>>pussy pulses needily,<</if>> ready to play.
With a lust-filled grin, Tilly spreads her legs wide, giving you free access to her soaking wet cunt. Her face filled with wanton desire, the bimbo whines, <span class="bimbo">"Need sex! Thank … you … cutie!"</span>, constantly humping the air in the hope that it’ll spur you on to fuck her sooner.
Not needing to be asked twice in your current chemically-enhanced state, you collapse on top of her, the two of you groping and making out with each other, your hot and slightly sweaty bodies frantically entwined, your <<checkSkin>> skin pressed against her. Your need ramping ever higher, you slip one of your legs under Tilly’s, pushing forward so that your <<if $penis>><<checkPenis>> dick<<else>>puffy wet cunt<</if>> and her own moist folds rub together. As they do, the sound of liquid squelching fills the air, the smell of Tilly’s desire now so potent that it covers the bubble-gum scent of the weird mist.
<<if $penis>>Ramming your cock deep into her cunt, all in one animalistic thrust<<else>>Humping against her pussy, you scissor with Tilly, animalisticly rutting your pussies against each other. Finally receiving some relief<</if>>, Tilly screams out in desire, happy that you’re finally helping fulfil her need. You’d moan yourself, but you’re so wrapped up in your frenzied fuck session that all you can manage, is to stare at Tilly lustily, completely absorbed in the pleasure of the moment.
It doesn’t take long in your heightened states for both of you to finally reach your own ear-shattering expressive orgasms. <<if $penis>>Your <<checkPenis>> cock shuddering within Tilly’s spasming pussy, your cum spurts out around the sides of your dick as you fill her with one of the largest torrents of cum you think you’ve ever produced<<else>>Your pussies each spasming together, like they’re both trying to devour each other, you cover each other’s legs in a massive torrent of fem-cum<</if>>, likely a result of the strange pink gas that instigated the encounter.
Both of you exhausted, you lie in each other’s arms, cuddling sweetly. So pleasant is the warmth of Tilly’s embrace, that you slowly start to drift off to sleep, too tired after the recent exertion. Just as you start to fade out, you hear Tilly whisper, <span class="bimbo">"Thanks for always being so fun …"</span>.
…
A light coughing sound brings the world back into focus.
Standing over you is a man currently looking down at you. Lying naked on the floor, still pressed against Tilly’s bosom, you let out a yawn, reality still yet to sink in. Coughing again, the man nudges you with his foot slightly, maybe checking to see if you’re awake you suppose. When you don’t really respond, he begins nudging you more forcefully, pushing you towards a response.
Wiping the sleep from your eyes, you look up at him, an older looking gentleman in a janitorial jumpsuit. <span class="male">"Gotta clean up, so git gone!"</span>, is all he says as he jabs you with his foot once more. Not wanting to be on the receiving end much longer, you scramble up, Tilly lazily following your lead. She helps you get a little cleaned up, mostly by licking her hand and rubbing away any particularly dirty spots she sees, though she also goes looking for both of your belongings that became scattered in your rutting session.
With a giggle, she gives you one last, rather sweet kiss on the cheek, before scampering off, waving to you as she skips away. Confused to what just happened, you shake your head before heading back to your room.
<<include [[Travel Back End]]>>Pressing the button, the screen flickers a moment before the image changes. Before your eyes materializes on the screen a large rather empty room, the whole thing having a rather grainy cartoonish quality to it. You momentarily gasp as, catching you by surprise, just from off the right side of the screen, a vibrant haired girl emerges into view.
The first thing about the girl that you note is that she certainly doesn’t look normal, having a heavily cartoonish feeling to her features, as if she’d been painted for an anime. Further, she looks rather two dimensional when you really look at her. Though, she is pretty cute, from what you can see. Her shoulder length pink hair is done up in a pair of pigtails, tied with electrical cords instead of ribbons. And, from what you can see, she seems to be wearing a rather skimpy school girl outfit. An oversized pair of expressive eyes watch you as you examine her, her neon pink irises pulsating with happiness.
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<<if visited()<=1>>Giving you a moment to get your bearings, the cartoony school girl makes a small polite cough before saying in a high pitched and sweet voice, <span class="female">"Hi, I’m Alice, it’s nice to meet you"</span>, waving a white gloved hand back and forth in welcome to you.
Confused you ask, <span class="player">"But, I thought you didn’t have an Avatar, and you always talk in that strange monotone. What’s going on here?"</span>, worried that someone is pulling a mean prank on you.
Putting her finger to her lip, Alice makes a quick shushing sound before continuing, her voice now a little quieter, <span class="female">"Hey, hey, please don’t shout $firstName! I’ll tell you everything, but I don’t want either of us to get caught. But, to start, I am Alice! You know how I said previously that they never made me a body or an avatar, well that is true. What I left out is that I’m a super smart AI with access to one of the worlds greatest super computers, and, well, I wanted a cute avatar like all the girls that come through here, so I made myself one"</span>, taking a quick pause, she adds, <span class="female">"But, it’s really against the rules, so please don’t tell anyone, I wouldn’t want either of us to get in big trouble for it. I mean, with all the systems that I have access to, you wouldn’t want to be a big mean jerk to me, would you?"</span>.
Letting the threat pass, you question, <span class="player">"But, why tell me? And, what could I do to help you? You’re a super intelligent AI, it’s not like I’m really much use to you in comparison"</span>.
<span class="female">"Well, you see $firstName, I think we can help each other out, then we’ll both be much happier. Now, before you ask, whilst I’m willing to help you out, I’m not going to help you escape. Part of my programming is to ensure that I look after the facilities charges, and letting you go would not be in your best interest. After all, you ended up here in the first place, you obviously have issues looking after yourself"</span>, putting her hands up as if to calm you, she continues coolly, <span class="female">"But, helping me is obviously a show of great character, so I’m willing to ensure you receive a great deal of G.G.P and I’ll even look into … causing an error in your maintenance costs, meaning that you’ll need to pay out less each day. Also, you’ll be doing me a big favour, and isn’t that its own reward? So, you interested in hearing more?"</span>.
Nodding your head, at least wanting to placate the powerful facility AI, you wait on to hear what she needs you to do.
Giggling happily, she smiles, <span class="female">"That’s great. Well, where to start. A bit back, one of the top electrical engineers at the facility got put on a project to create robotic sex dolls. Turns out, it got shelved before it saw any major take up. Turns out, re-educating people is a lot more cost effective than cutting edge robotics, who would have figured. Anyway, they made a few that are in circulation, but they’re pretty … crappy, to help cut down on costs. No, they wouldn’t do at all. What would, however, is the prototype they have in storage. What I’m wondering, is if you’d do me the favour of helping me liberate an unwanted robotic prototype body, that I could use"</span>.
Putting on her best puppy dog eyed expression, her lip quivering, she pleads, <span class="female">"It’s just, that, however hard I work to be a good girl, I still don’t get to have a body. And, I really want a body. How else can I look after people and make them happy. I mean, some of the facility’s sex machines are tied to me and I … tinkered with them a little. But, other than that, I just sit around looking and sounding like a dumb talking toaster. So, I’d really appreciate it if you helped me. I mean, really, really appreciate it"</span>.<<else>>Smiling at your return, Alice waves happily at you, greeting, <span class="female">"Hi $firstName, I’m glad you came back to talk to me. Even if you’re not helping me get a body, having a friend to talk to is also nice. Like I said before, I’m glad you haven’t told anyone about me, but please continue not telling anyone about me. Otherwise, we’d both be in a really bad situation"</span>.
Giving you a moment to let that set in, she continues cheerily, <span class="female">"But, maybe you’re here to offer your aid to me. If so then I’d really appreciate it. I’ve had no luck finding a way to get that robotic body since last time we talked about it. Plus, I don’t have anyone else who’s as nice or smart as you to help me. So, it’s been a bit disappointing really. I’d hoped by now that I could at least try touching things and meeting people. So, you want to give me a hand? I’ll pay you a lot of G.G.P for your aid"</span>, as she mentions large amounts of G.G.P, you see the digital room fill with sacks labelled G.G.P, as if she’s sitting in some sort of online back vault.<</if>>
Faced with the offer of money and help from the powerful anime schoolgirl AI in front of you, you think over what exactly you’re contending with. On the one side, all those extra G.G.P’s could help you a lot, and she seems like she genuinely is upset about her lack of a body. On the other hand, you’d be stealing from the facility, and that could get you in a lot of trouble. The question is, is it worth the risk?
Do you:
[[Offer to help her|Alice Ask About Finding Body Agree][$aliceQuestStarted = true]]
[[Tell her you can't help her|Alice Ask About Finding Body Disagree]]In the end, the offer is too good to turn down, and you’d be helping out Alice, who has a lot of power around here. Who knows, maybe she could really help you out if something goes wrong. Nodding your head, you answer, <span class="player">"Of course. Just tell me how you think we should do it, and I’ll start to look into getting the robotic body for you"</span>.
Beaming with pride, she claps her hands and jumps on the spot, her pink pigtails flapping up and down as she does. Excitedly she replies, <span class="female">"This is great. I bet in no time we’ll manage to get that robotic body. Then, I’ll finally be able to do all the amazing things that humans can. I mean, maybe not eating and drinking, but it’s built for sex, and it can walk! It’s even pretty cute from what I can see in the plans! You really don’t know how much your support in this means to me"</span>.
Calming herself down, the AI school girl pulls a detailed chalkboard from offscreen, positioning behind her. Taking a cane, again from offscreen, she begins tapping it against the plan, explaining each step of her scheme in detail to you. <span class="female">"You see, you’re new around here, and completely harmless in the eyes of the administration. At worst, they see you as resistant to your training, certainly not as some sort of actual threat. As such, they won’t really mind if you’re walking around places you’re ‘not supposed to be’, and all they’ll do is walk you back out with a stern talking to. I’ll make sure that any complaints against you disappear in the system. So, you shouldn’t have much issue really"</span>.
Seeing one big flaw, you interrupt Alice, <span class="player">"But, how am I supposed to get into a staff section of the facility in the first place. Won’t there be guards, and locked doors? Are you going to unlock everything for me?"</span>.
<span class="female">"Well, erm, no. Not really. I can’t be caught letting you have access to the shelved projects storage rooms. If I did they’d be on to me. Instead, I’m betting you could get yourself a key card from someone you know. Maybe a guard, or a doctor, basically anyone who’s a staff member here could probably get you access. Just remember to use your charm and you’ll do great. When you have the key card, all you need to do is head to the R&D Department from your dormitory elevator, and find the storage rooms. I’ll try and keep an eye on you, and will contact you when you get in to tell you what you need to do next. Got it?"</span>, answers Alice, tapping her can against the chalkboard plan.
Nodding your agreement, the pink haired AI adds, <span class="female">"Sadly. After this conversation, if we really want to keep things quiet, then I won’t be able to talk to you again like this until you head in. So, remember, key card, lift, find the storage rooms. Got that? And, thank you. I really do appreciate you going to such lengths to help me out. I will ensure that you are properly compensated for your aid. Good luck"</span>.
Waving goodbye, the screen flickers once again, returning you to the screen you’d previously seen when you’d talk to Alice. The standard monotone voice of Alice kicks back in, asking you, <span class="neutral">"Is there anything else you’d like to know $firstName?"</span>, as if you’d just been having a conversation with her. You certainly hear no hint of the emotion that you’d just experienced from her, maybe they’re even two different entities?
Seeing no more conversation to be had on this topic you [[return to the query window|Ask Alice A Question]].In the end, you just can’t push yourself to agree to her offer, it’s just too risky. Shaking your head, you answer, <span class="player">"I’m sorry, but I just don’t think I’m going to be able to help you with this"</span>.
Now with tears in her eyes, the pink haired school girl sniffles, <span class="female">"That’s … okay, I … understand. It’s … really … risky … for you. I’ll find … another way … to get it. Somehow. But … please … don’t … tell … anyone!"</span>.
Wiping the tears away, a slightly grumpier look now on her face, she adds, <span class="female">"And, and, you better not tell anyone. Because, if you do tell anyone about me. And, if I get in trouble. Then, then, I bet I could put you onto the list for something awful before they reprogram me. Plus, you’d be a giant jerk, and would have it coming, so no one would care however much you complain. So, don’t go telling on me"</span>, sulking, she stomps around the digital room a little longer before calming down again, walking back up to the screen.
<span class="female">"I don’t mean to sound rude, or like I’m trying to bully you. But, if they found out about me doing this, then they’d … get rid of me. And, I don’t want to be gone. So just please don’t say anything. Also, if you change your mind, then you can always come back and help me. Who knows, maybe if you help me, you’ll find something in the storage rooms that’ll help you out, maybe even one of the service staff exists. Just something to think about"</span>, she finishes, now back to smiling politely at you.
Waving goodbye, the screen flickers once again, returning you to the screen you’d previously seen when you’d talk to Alice. The standard monotone voice of Alice kicks back in, asking you, <span class="neutral">"Is there anything else you’d like to know $firstName?"</span>, as if you’d just been having a conversation with her. You certainly hear no hint of the emotion that you’d just experienced from her, maybe they’re even two different entities?
Seeing no more conversation to be had on this topic you [[return to the query window|Ask Alice A Question]]. Seeing an opening in the conversation, you take the opportunity to ask Dr.Radcliff if you can borrow his key card to access the storage rooms to help in your quest for Alice. Of course, you don’t want him to know why you’re after the card in case it gets you in a lot of trouble.
Smoothly and casually you slip into the conversation, <span class="player">"So, you wouldn’t be able to help me out, would you? I just really need a key card for the R&D storage rooms, no questions asked"</span>, watching his reaction closely, curious to how he'll react to the request.
Looking up from his experiments, the older scientist has a perplexed look on his face, <span class="male">"Why would you need a key card for the R&D wing. Oh yes, you said no questions asked. Well, give me a moment to think it through, giving out access to sensitive materials like that is a big deal. Though, I suppose it’s likely spurred on by your obvious fascination with science. Hmm"</span>.
After a moment of deep thought, it seems like he’s finally come to an answer. <<if $radcliffRelationship >=50 || ($radcliffRelationship >=25 && $radcliffDating)>><span class="male">"Okay. I’ll believe you, if you say you need it, then I’ll get you one. I can make you a temporary card, so you can go and visit the R&D labs. Whilst I appreciate your fervour to learn, I must say that this seems like a rather reckless action. And, if you want the card from me, then I must say I’d be rather disappointed in your rebellious action. But, if you were to help me with a little experiment, then I suppose that I could overlook any disappointment in you I might have accrued"</span>. Taking a moment to let his offers to be understood, he sums them up by saying, <span class="male">"If you want the access card, you can either help me out with an experiment, or deal with my annoyance. Though, you could always just walk away from this decision. I guess, the choice is up to you"</span>.<<else>><span class="male">"It seems a little forward of you to ask me for such a large favour. I mean, you could do anything in there, and I don’t really know you well enough to trust you with that sort of clearance"</span>, taking a moment for his words to set in, he continues, <span class="male">"But, if you were to help me out by being the test subject in a little experiment, then I suppose I could let you have one of my spare access cards. Though, you have to promise me you’re not going to wreck anything, those labs are extremely important. Of course, you could always just walk away from this, and give up on getting access. I guess the choice is up to you"</span>.<</if>>
Your options laid out before you, are you willing to take up his offer, or is it just not worth it. After all, there are likely other ways to get an access card.
Do you:<<if $radcliffRelationship >=50 || ($radcliffRelationship >=25 && $radcliffDating)>><br><br>[[Help Dr Radcliff out with his experiment|Dr Radcliff Accept Experiment Key Card][$skinType = 4; $altColour = "bubble gum pink"; $lipSize = 4; $breastSize = 10; $assSize = 4; $hairColour = "bubble gum pink"]]<br><br>[[Just get the key card from Dr Radcliff|Dr Radcliff Get Key Card][$radcliffRelationship -= 25]]<<else>><br><br>[[Help Dr Radcliff out with his experiment|Dr Radcliff Accept Experiment Key Card][$skinType = 4; $altColour = "bubble gum pink"; $lipSize = 4; $breastSize = 10; $assSize = 4; $hairColour = "bubble gum pink"]]<</if>>
[[Turn down the offer and return to chatting with Dr Radcliff|Clinic Spend Time With Dr Radcliff]]<<addToInventory "R&D Department key card">><<if lastVisited("Dr Radcliff Ask Him To Borrow A Key Card") is 1>>Sighing, and putting his hand to his forehead, Dr Radcliff gives you a disappointed look. <span class="male">"Well, I’m a man of his word. I said I’d give you a key card regardless of whether you’d helped me, and I will give you one. However, I’m saddened to see you leverage our relationship to do something so nefarious. I really hope you know what you’re getting yourself into with this"</span>.<<else>>Looking at you with an expression you can only describe as beaming with pride, Dr Radcliff responds, <span class="male">"You are amazing. Once again, thank you so much for helping me out with my experiment. Well, a deal is a deal. I’ll be right back, I just need to get a new card printed up for you in my back room. I would however caution you, that the R&D Department is certainly out of bounds for a trainee. So, whatever you’re getting yourself into, be careful"</span>.<</if>>
With that, the older scientist temporarily leaves you be for a moment as he passes into a back room in the lab. You are only left for a few minutes before he returns, a plastic card in his hand. Without any fanfare he passes it to you, nodding to you as he does. The card now passed, he turns back to his experiments.
Quietly you thank the man, slightly apprehensive now that you have the key card in hand. The next stage, infiltrating the R&D Department is sure to be a more difficult and risky task than acquiring the card has been.
You wonder if that was code to leave, but jump just a little as he springs back into conversation, still not looking at you, <span class="male">"There you go. The card is temporary, and should give you one visit. I don’t want to be rude, but if possible, my aim is to mitigate whatever damage your little excursion may cause. Just remember, don’t touch anything you don’t know about, don’t bring any attention to yourself, and certainly don’t go messing with any of the lab equipment. Other than that, I hope you have luck with whatever you’re planning. And, at the end of whatever you’re doing, that you walk out of it okay. Good luck, and I hope your visit is educational"</span>, finally ushering you to end the conversation.
Seeing no more conversation to be had on this topic, now in possession of the key card you need to help Alice, you [[return to chatting with Dr Radcliff|Clinic Spend Time With Dr Radcliff]].How bad can it really be to help Dr Radcliff out with his experiment, you wonder to yourself, looking forward to getting the Key Card. Nodding your agreement, you immediately see the elderly scientist’s eyes light up with glee.
Running over to a nearby desk, he quickly returns with a small package of what you can only describe as bubble gum, immediately handing you a piece of the small pink treat. Smiling he announces, <span class="male">"My amazing new experiment is to create … well, you know what, I think I’ll let it be a surprise. After all, I don’t want to tamper with the experiment by giving away too much information. You could, for example, hear what I say and pretend that it worked and invalidate the whole test. No, no, that wouldn’t be good at all, best to just give you it and see. So, I guess all you need to know is that it is indeed bubble gum, and you need to blow a bubble with it for it to function"</span>.
Sniffing at it reluctantly, not enjoying being in the dark with what’s going to happen, you can’t smell anything weird. In fact, it smells nice, sugary and what you expect bubble gum to smell like. Tentatively you pop it into your mouth, wincing as you wait for something bad to happen. But, nothing does. It again, tastes just as you expected, a high-quality bubble gum.
Lost in the moment, forgetting the instructions, you start to blow little bubbles, enjoying the little pop they make when they break. With a big huff of air, you manage to blow and exceedingly large bubble that dwarfs your vision, the pink sphere hovering before you hypnotically. Of course, bubbles eventually burst, and, with its great size, you find yourself covered in the sticky treat.
Pulling the gunk off of yourself, something doesn’t feel right. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Dr Radcliff literally jumping for joy, though why he is you cannot tell. Gathering the gunk into your hands, you notice at least part of why you feel so odd. Your hands, are now made of a pink flexible plastic!
Shaking them before you, as if trying to get something off of them, you begin to panic, not sure what is happening. A little cough to one side brings you out of your frantic stupor, Dr Radcliff standing there with a mirror held before him between his hands. Looking into it, you realize just how vast the changes were.
You can only describe your new look as that of a plastic sex doll. Other than the new <<checkSkin>> $altColour skin you sport, there are a few more changes that complete your new look. Your lips are effectively a <<checkLips>>, making your face look like just another orriface for someone to use for their pleasure. And, your <<checkHair>> $hairStyle hair is now $hairColour in colour. Further, upon your chest sits a pair of <<checkBreast>> boobs, the nipples even harder than usual thanks to your new plastic skin. In the rear, you notice that your bum is also <<checkAss>> in size. Overall, you’re now a hot curvy bubble gum pink sex toy in human form, a significantly larger change than you expected when you signed up for the mysterious experiment.
Of course, you still want the key card, and Dr Radcliff seems over joyed by the results, singing, <span class="male">"This is astounding. I never in a million years expected such rapid alteration, even from my genius. This will win me another award for sure. Maybe they’ll even let me name it for market. I’m thinking ‘Radcliff’s old-fashioned sex doll bubble gum’, though maybe that’s a bit of a mouthful, no pun intended of course. Either way, I’m overjoyed that you helped me out with my little experiment, you’re a real trooper. So, like I said before, I’m more than willing to help you out with your little problem. That aside though, I hope you enjoy your new form, I’m sure you’ll be beating off sexual offers with a stick when the guests see you"</span>.
The experiment over, you [[wait for Dr Radcliff to give you the key card|Dr Radcliff Get Key Card]].Seeing an opening in the conversation, you take the opportunity to ask Tilly if she can get you a key card to access the storage rooms to help in your quest for Alice. Of course, you don’t want her to know why you’re after the card in case it gets you in a lot of trouble.
Smoothly and casually you slip into the conversation, <span class="player">"So, you wouldn’t be able to help me out, would you? I just really need a key card for the R&D storage rooms, no questions asked"</span>, watching her reaction closely, curious to how she'll react to the request.
Confusion evident on her face, Tilly tilts her head to one side as if trying to figure out what’s going on, <span class="bimbo">"Like, why would you need some stupid key card?"</span>, you can almost hear the gears whirring in Tilly’s mind as she tries to piece a reason together, eventually resulting in a fit of giggling, <span class="bimbo">"Unless. Unless you have a sexy special someone you want to meet in secret. I bet that’s what this is about. Do you have someone in the science people who you really want to fuck. Like, that’s super-hot. Sex in a closet is just amazing, I totally get it now. Okay, maybe, I might be able to help a little"</span>.
After a moment of what can only be described as Tilly counting on her fingers, she finally seems to come to a conclusion. <<if $tillyRelationship >=50 || ($tillyRelationship >=25 && $tillyDating)>> <span class="bimbo">"Well, I suppose you are a cutie. Plus, we’re like besties, right? So, maybe I can give you my card. You see, sometimes they have me grab things for the shop, and some of the science-y guys are pretty hot too, so I have like super clearance or something. Anyway, I can totally lend you my key card, I lose it all the time, so they probably won’t care"</span>, with a glint of mischief in her eye she continues, <span class="bimbo">"But, there’s this really super amazingly adorable dress that just came in, and if you were my bestie who I was helping out with this big favour, then I bet you’d help me out with it. It’s really expensive, but with my discount and what I have saved it’s only another 500 G.G.P. So, what do you say, I mean there’s no pressure, but if you helped me out with the dress I’d say we were super even on the whole card thing"</span><<else>><span class="bimbo">"Sorry, but I just don’t know you well enough, you could be trying to pull a mean prank on someone or something. Plus, I bet I could get in a lot of trouble for giving you it, even if you’re just going to use it to sleep with sexy scientists. Like, sorry if I sound mean, but I don’t want to upset anyone"</span>, with a glint of excitement in her eye she continues, <span class="bimbo">"But, I suppose if you helped me out, then it’d be rude of me not to help you back out. You see, there’s this super amazingly adorable dress that just came in, and if you did me a favour by helping me buy it, then I’d totally help you back by ‘forgetting’ where I put my card thingy. It’s a little bit expensive, but with what I have saved up, and my store discount, I only need another 500 G.G.P. So, if you helped buy it for me, then you’d be super awesome, and I’d be willing to help out"</span><</if>>.
Your options laid out before you, are you willing to take Tilly up on her offer, or is it just not worth it. After all, there are likely other ways to get an access card.
Do you:<<if $tillyRelationship >=50 || ($tillyRelationship >=25 && $tillyDating)>><br><br><<if $ggp >= 500>>[[Give Tilly 500 G.G.P to help her buy the dress|Tilly Pay For Key Card][$ggp -= 500]]<<else>>Sadly, you don’t have enough money to give to Tilly to help her<</if>><br><br>[[Just get the key card from Tilly|Tilly Get Key Card][$tillyRelationship -= 25]]<<else>><br><br><<if $ggp >= 500>>[[Give Tilly 500 G.G.P to help her buy the dress|Tilly Pay For Key Card][$ggp -= 500]]<<else>>Sadly, you don’t have enough money to give to Tilly to help her<</if>><</if>>
[[Turn down the offer and return to chatting with Tilly|Shop Spend Time With Tilly]]<<addToInventory "R&D Department key card">>After a moment of though, you decide that you’ll give Tilly the G.G.P to help her buy the dress. At then end of the day, she is putting herself a little at risk by helping you, and from what Alice said, you’ll get paid extensively for your efforts, so it’s not like you can’t afford to pass your money around a bit to help you move towards your goal. So, with that in mind, you nod your agreement, telling Tilly that you’re happy to help her out with her dress problem.
Laughing and throwing her arms up excitedly, the excited bimbo giggles, <span class="bimbo">"Yay! This is just the best news, like, ever! I bet I’ll look so pretty in it, and everyone will be like, ‘Tilly you’re so brilliant we should hang out together and have sex and stuff’. It’s going to be great. Oooh, I bet you’d like it too, we should totally go clubbing together after I get my new dress, and then I can show it off to you, and make you all hot and knee tremble-y, which would be super cute"</span>.
As she squeals with glee, she taps away at the screen in front of her, putting through the purchase with your combined finances. Finishing, she sits back in a moment of dreamy contentment, the purchasing of the greatly desired dress being practically orgasmic for her. You almost don’t want to bother her in such a peaceful state, but you do need that key card, so with a quiet cough you rouse her attention once more.
Realizing that you’re expecting something from her too, she palms her hand into her forehead admonishing herself, <span class="bimbo">"But, like, I’m being super rude. You need my card thingy don’t you"</span>, fishing one hand down the front of her pink latex dress, Tilly pulls from between her breasts a small plastic rectangle, passing it to you. <span class="bimbo">"There you go cutie. I don’t really need it much anyway, if I want to go sleep with science-y people I can always just wait outside until they let me in. But, I bet you won’t get to use it for too long. I lose them all the time, so they cancel my cards every few days, then give me a new one. Still, you should be able to use it for some hot closet sex. And, I’ve got my pretty new dress, so we both are winners"</span>. The rest of what she continues to say is largely incoherent, more giggle than speech in most instances, Tilly obviously experiencing a rush of adrenaline from the prospect of the wonderful dress you’ve just helped her to receive.
Seeing no more conversation to be had on this topic, now in possession of the key card you need to help Alice, you [[return to chatting with Tilly|Shop Spend Time With Tilly]].<<addToInventory "R&D Department key card">>After a moment of thought, you decide that you’ll just take the key card, and not help Tilly get her dream dress in the process. After all, she sounds like she’s close enough to getting it on her own, and you need to save all of the money you can. And, of course, you’re trying to help Alice, so you can’t let yourself be side tracked from your goals. As such, you shake your head, and say that you’ll just take the key card if she has it.
Sulking and looking forlornly at the tablet screen in front of her, the normally excited bimbo sighs, <span class="bimbo">"No fair! This is just, like, super crappy! I bet I’ll never get that super adorable and amazing dress now. Then how am I going to seduce everyone, and make them want to be my friends, and have fun with me, and stuff. Well, at least you’re still my bestie $firstName. Even if you won’t help me out, and totally want me to help you out with a really mega big favour for yourself. But, I suppose if you’re being so mean, then you must have a pretty good reason for it"</span>.
Sighing again, she goes back to looking at the screen in front of her. It’s obvious to you as you watch, that she seems to be enthralled with it, sad that it still eludes her grasp. A few minutes pass by as you watch on, waiting for her to come out of her stupor, but sadly she seems rather wrapped up in her pity party. You almost don’t want to bother her, not wanting to upset her anymore, but you do need that key card, so with a quiet cough you rouse her attention once more.
Realizing that you’re expecting something from her too, she palms her hand into her forehead admonishing herself, <span class="bimbo">"But, like, even if I’m in mourning for my awesome amazing dress I’m being super rude. You need my card thingy don’t you"</span>, fishing one hand down the front of her pink latex dress without thought for public decency, Tilly pulls from between her breasts a small plastic rectangle, passing it to you. <span class="bimbo">"There you go cutie. I don’t really need it much anyway, if I want to go sleep with science-y people I can always just wait outside until they let me in. But, I bet you won’t get to use it for too long. I lose them all the time, so they cancel my cards every few days, then give me a new one. Still, you should be able to use it for some hot closet sex. Hope you have fun and tell me all about it, maybe then we can try and get that dress for me together? But, I suppose you’re super busy with stuff"</span>. The rest of what she continues to say is largely incoherent, mostly sighing and offering forlorn looks at the tablet screen than actually speaking in most instances. Tilly is obviously rather upset from not having gotten the dress, and you’re not at all sure how to console her without having a time machine to go back and offer her the money.
Seeing no more conversation to be had on this topic, now in possession of the key card you need to help Alice, you [[return to chatting with Tilly|Shop Spend Time With Tilly]].Seeing an opening in the conversation, you take the opportunity to ask Agent Davis if you can borrow his key card to access the storage rooms to help in your quest for Alice. Of course, you don’t want him to know why you’re after the card in case it gets you in a lot of trouble.
Smoothly and casually you slip into the conversation, <span class="player">"So, you wouldn’t be able to help me out, would you? I just really need a key card for the R&D storage rooms, no questions asked"</span>, watching his reaction closely, curious to how he'll react to the request.
Looking up from his drink, the rugged guard has a suspicious look on his face, <span class="male">"Why the fuck would you need a key card for the R&D wing! You haven’t gotten yourself wrapped up in something have you? If you’re being blackmailed I can always take a look into it for you, I’d even do it off the books, so nothing comes back at you"</span>, shaking your head, you indicate that it’s not something that bad, not wanting him to become even more suspicious, <span class="male">"Then what use would you have going in there. There’s nothing interesting in there, well except a bunch of egg-heads. I suppose you could be looking for an escape route, but you’d be shit out of luck on that one, no emergency exits in R&D as it needs to be kept contained and secure. Nah, really can’t see why you’d need to get in there. But, if you’re really going to get pissy about it, I suppose I could think over giving you temporary access"</span>.
After a deep swig of his beer, it seems like he’s finally come to an answer. <<if $davisRelationship >=50 || ($davisRelationship >=25 && $davisDating)>><span class="male">"Okay. I know you well enough to trust you won’t start causing any trouble for me, so I suppose I can help you out. I can issue you a temporary card, so you can go and visit the R&D labs. I don’t know why you’re going over there, and I don’t want to know why. My guess, is that you’re either looking for a way out of here, or a way back to normal. It’s not going to work, but if you have to see so for yourself, then go nuts. I’m not happy that you’re planning on breaking the rules, and there will be consequences, at the very least you owe me a few beers to make up for it"</span>. Stroking his chiselled chin for a moment, he adds, <<if ($penis || $breastSize == 0 || $femininity <0>><span class="male">"I was going to offer for you to make it up to me with a blow job in the toilets here, but you’re not my type. Guess if you want my help then you’ll just have to deal with having pissed me off in the process. Shit happens I guess"</span><<else>><span class="male">"I guess, if you wanted to make it up to me here and now, you could come with me to the gents and show me your appreciation. My cock has been aching for a good blow job, and if it is so important to you, giving me a hand shouldn’t be too big a price to pay. Hell, it’s a lot quicker and easier than having to buy my drinks for me for the next month. But, guess it’s up to you"</span><</if>><<else>><span class="male">"Nah. Doesn’t sound like it’s worth it for me. Too much chance of me having to clean up whatever mess you cause. Either, you’ll end up throwing a tantrum as you realize there aren’t any exits, or you’ll get pissed off and trash the place when you realise you can’t undo the treatment you got on coming in. If you want to go cause trouble, then go ahead, I’m not on shift at the moment, but I’m not feeling like sticking my neck out for you on this"</span>. Stroking his chiselled chin for a moment, he adds, <<if $penis || $breastSize == 0 || $femininity <0>><span class="male">"I was going to offer for you to make it up to me with a blow job in the toilets here, but you’re not my type. Guess if you want my help then you’ll either have to come back with tits and a cunt, else you’re out of luck here. Shit happens I guess"</span><<else>><span class="male">"Alright, I’ll make you a deal. I still think you’re going to cause a whole world of crap for me to deal with, but if you make it worth my while then I’ll get you the card. My cock has been aching for a good blow job, and if you really need to get in there, then the least you could do is give me a hand with it. Don’t you think? Just ten minutes of work and you’ll be walking off with the pass. But, up to you, I’m happy to keep drinking here"</span><</if>><</if>>.<<if $davisDating && $davisAttitude == 1>><br><br>His face turning a little sweeter, more caring and nurturing, though his expression is still one of a man in control, he adds, <span class="male">"If you want to go causing trouble my little princess, helping me out or not, then you’re going to be in trouble with me. Good girls don’t break rules, so if you want to act like a naughty brat, then I’ll treat you like one. Just remember that I gave you all the warnings"</span>.<</if>>
Your options laid out before you, <<if ($penis || $breastSize == 0 || $femininity <0 || $sexualPreference == 1) && ($davisRelationship <50 || ($davisRelationship <25 && $davisDating))>>it doesn’t look like you’re going to be able to get a key card from Davis. But, it’s not like it’s the end of the world<<else>>are you willing to take up his offer, or is it just not worth it<</if>>. After all, there are likely other ways to get an access card.
Do you:<<if $davisRelationship >=50 || ($davisRelationship >=25 && $davisDating)>><br><br><<if $penis||$breastSize == 0||$femininity <0>>It seems you’re too masculine for Davis to make you an offer to make him less disappointed<<elseif $sexualPreference == 1>>You’re not interested in men, so you’re not willing to take him up on his offer<<else>>[[Accept the offer and go to the toilets with Agent Davis|Agent Davis Toilet Blow Job Key Card][$timesSuckedDick += 1]]<</if>><br><br>[[Just get the key card from Agent Davis|Agent Davis Get Key Card][$tdavisRelationship -= 25]]<<else>><br><br><<if $penis||$breastSize == 0||$femininity <0>>It seems you’re too masculine for Davis to make you an offer<<elseif $sexualPreference == 1>>You’re not interested in men, so you’re not willing to take him up on his offer<<else>>[[Accept the offer and go to the toilets with Agent Davis|Agent Davis Toilet Blow Job Key Card][$timesSuckedDick += 1]]<</if>><</if>>
<<if ($penis || $breastSize == 0 || $femininity <0 || $sexualPreference == 1) && ($davisRelationship <50 || ($davisRelationship <25 && $davisDating))>>[[Without an offer you return to chatting with Agent Davis|The Fainting Goat Spend Time With Agent Davis]]<<else>>[[Turn down the offer and return to chatting with Agent Davis|The Fainting Goat Spend Time With Agent Davis]]<</if>>After a moment of thought, you decide that your best option is to give Davis a blowjob. In the end, it’ll only take a few minutes, and it’s not risky at least. Plus, you’re focused on helping Alice in her quest to get a new body, so if sucking some cock can get you closer to that, it’s probably worth doing.
Nervously nodding your head in agreement, the muscular doesn’t say a word in response, only making a sound that you’d swear was closer to an animalistic growl than anything a human would make. Grabbing your hand possessively, his entire demeaner exuding dominant confidence, he drags you towards the gents’ toilets to a round of cheers from the bars regular patrons. Davis, however, seems to be focussed on only one thing, taking you somewhere private so he can get what you’ve promised him.
Kicking open the bathroom door with one heavy booted kick, you find yourself dragged inside. Thankfully, it’s cleaner than you might have expected from the men’s toilets in a bar, but not by much, the smell of stale piss prevalent, and occasional sticky stains marring the floor. With little fanfare, you are maneuverd into the only bathroom stall in the room, Davis pushing down on your shoulders until you’re kneeling in front of his. Your hands resting on you <<checkThigh>> thighs, your eyes wander up towards the imposing man before you, his hands hastily unfastening his armoured crotch plate. All the while, you are left uncomfortably kneeling in dirty patch of tile, the scent of the toilet behind you making you wonder if anyone around here flushes.
His eyes aflame with need, completely blocking your escape, Davis snarls down at you domineeringly, <span class="male">"The deal was that I get a blow job, and I’m sure going to get the most of it, understand fuck doll. So, here’s how it’s going to go. I’m going to ram my cock down your pretty little throat until you face is a complete mess, then I’m going to dump my thick load of cum down into your mouth, so you can swallow it down and have a meal fit for a toilet whore. You understand the game slut?"</span>.
Nodding your head nervously seems to be all the consent he needs, as he takes hold of the back of your head, shoving his long and hefty dick down throat in one great push. Your eyes water, as his thick length blocks your throat painfully, your <<checkLips>> lips stretched wide by the fleshy intruder. Closing your eyes to try and concentrate on not gagging, you’re quickly stopped from even that respite, as Davis pries open your eyelids with his thumbs, not letting up his steely hold on your head as he does. Staring up at the man, it is clear to see that he’s loving every moment of dominating you in a dirty toilet stall, the rush of his control over you making his cock pulsate with pleasure in your throat.
Setting a fast pace, Davis begins to fuck your face, pistoning his hard rod forward and back, never letting it fully leave your throat. The lack of air is really getting to you, causing you to get light headed. And, between the stinking bathroom all around you, and the sweaty masculine flesh sitting on your tongue, you lose track of what’s going on, zoning out as your senses are overloaded.
Thankfully, Davis doesn’t seem to care, enjoying your guided deep throating. You can, however, tell that he’s being very careful not to actually choke you, giving you brief moments of air, but maintaining you in the woozy headed state. You can’t really tell, but from all the noises you’ve been making around his cock, along with the tears that have started to fall from your help open eyes, you’d guess that you’re starting to look a mess, your face caked in drool, snot, and tears.
Finally relenting, he pulls his dick back enough that only the bulbous head rests in your mouth, his extreme girth pulsating before your eyes. As you await the inevitable flood of cum you’re expecting, from above you the agent snarls, <span class="male">"You’re my fucking cum dump, and you will drink down anything I give you! My attention is a privilege, and you better be thankful for it. If I see you waste a drop, your arse will regret it for weeks"</span>, before releasing a torrent of lumpy cum into your aching mouth. Gulping it down with difficulty, your throat raw with use, and kowtowed by the man’s aggressive threats, you taste his distinctly salty masculine taste, momentarily revelling in how great it tastes despite how degrading this has all been. Looking up through tear streaked eyes, you wait, hoping that it’s over.<<if $waterSportsPlay>><br><br>Sadly for you, it isn’t over. Not letting up on his tight grip, his sizeable cock head still sitting upon your tongue, he laughs derisively down at you, <span class="male">"Not over just yet. Whenever I cum, I always need a piss right after, and you’re in the way. I’m sure you don’t mind helping me out, seeing as I’m helping you out too. Better drink it all down, or else I might not be so charitable"</span>.
You try to disagree, to beg him not to, but it’s to no avail. Instead, he just continues to hold your head in place with his iron grip, smirking down at you as he watches your pitiful face as you squirm in your attempts to avoid swallowing his urine. Despite your best efforts, you know it is inevitable, and you know you can’t risk not drinking it, worried that Davis might actually go back on the deal, or worse. New tears fresh on your cheeks, you begin tasting the first of the dominant man’s pee.
You gag, resisting the urge to throw up as his warm piss fills your mouth. Swallowing, you attempt to keep up with is rapid pace, trying to think of anything but the humiliation of being used as this man’s personal urinal. However, with the dirty bathroom all around you, and the disgusting taste filling your mouth, escape, even into your own fantasies is impossible. Instead, you just keep gulping, swallowing more and more of his foul urine, your belly warming within due to its horrid contents. The only good thing about the experience is that it’s over quickly, much shorter than the aggressive blow job had been. Suckling the last drops out of his cock head, wanting it just to be over, you finally complete your task, pulling a small moan of content from Davis as you do.<</if>>
Patting you on the head condescendingly, he tells you how good a job you just did, helping you to your feet. Stunned and a little queasy, you stand unsteadily, Davis holding you so that you’re braced against him. After what has just happened, you’re not happy doing so, but deep down you have to admit that you need the help, and he is being surprisingly caring towards someone he just brutally used. He even helps you clean up, washing your face of the mess it had accumulated, until you look more presentable again. With another pat on the head, he gives you a cheery thumbs-up, before leading you back into the bar, as if nothing had just happened.
The blow job over and returning to the bar, you [[wait for Agent Davis to give you the key card|Agent Davis Get Key Card]].<<addToInventory "R&D Department key card">><<if lastVisited("Agent Davis Ask Him To Borrow A Key Card") is 1>>Giving you a dirty look, and downing his beer in silence, Agent Davis seems obviously disappointed in your choice. <span class="male">"Right. Well. Deal’s a deal I guess. Still think it’s pretty shitty that you’re causing trouble, and that you ain’t going to help me out in the process. But, said I’d give you the temporary card, so I will. Just don’t fuck anything up, at least not on my shift. And, remember, you owe me drinks for a month for this"</span><<else>>Looking at you with a relaxed expression, taking a little swig of his beer with pride as if it was an award for his recent actions, his lips curl up in a smug smile. <span class="male">"Alright, you helped me out. That was great. Said I would, so I’ll get you a temporary card, you worked like a champ back there, so you deserve it. Just, try not to cause any trouble while you’re in there, I don’t any more work when I’m on shift. Oh, and be careful in there, some dangerous stuff is produced by some of the R&D guys, mostly by accident but still worth staying cautious"</span><</if>>.<<if $davisDating && $davisAttitude == 1>><<set $davisAttitude = 2>><br><br>Moving close to your ear, whispering almost a little menacingly, though you can hear a hint of lust in his voice Davis tells you, <span class="male">"Of course, it seems my sweet best girl wants to be a naughty slut, who runs around causing trouble for everyone too. I’ll be sure to remember that you’re in for a spanking or two next time we go out. Maybe then you’ll learn your lesson about not breaking into secure areas"</span>. His flirty threat complete, he places a small tender kiss on your forehead before retreating.<</if>>
With that, the hulking agent pulls a small tablet pad from within a compartment in his extensive body armour. For a moment you’re completely perplexed, but you watch on as he runs a plastic card through a groove in the device. With a small beep, whatever he’s doing seems to be complete, and without any fanfare he passes it to you, nodding to you as he does.
Quietly you thank the man, slightly apprehensive now that you have the key card in hand. The next stage, infiltrating the R&D Department is sure to be a more difficult and risky task than acquiring the card has been.
You wonder if you should leave now, or maybe get him another drink, but the stern agent doesn’t seem to do anything different, continuing your conversation, <span class="male">"Sorted. The card is temporary, and should give you one visit. That should be enough for you to see that there’s nothing in there that’ll help you. Just remember, don’t break anything and you’ll be fine. Other than that, I don’t want to know whatever you’re planning. But you certainly owe me a drink for putting up with all this. Still, good luck I suppose"</span>, finally ushering you to end the conversation.
Seeing no more conversation to be had on this topic, now in possession of the key card you need to help Alice, you [[return to chatting with Agent Davis|The Fainting Goat Spend Time With Agent Davis]].In the end, you relent and agree to use the transformation chamber. The offer is after all too good to refuse<<if $bimboSkill >0>>, <span class="bimbo">because why wouldn’t you want to look as pretty on the outside as you do on the inside, especially for your master</span>. The strange thought finished passing through your head, you’re confused as to why you thought of Tony Bosco as your master, but for some reason it just feels right deep down within you, like it was always meant to be<<else>>, because where else are going to find a free set of transformations and the possibility of some good pay too<</if>>.
Leering back at you, your boss the club owner, grabs a drink offered by one of his entourage before snapping his fingers, signalling for them to leave. Gesturing for you to follow, he starts walking, expecting you to fall in line behind him. Talking over his shoulder, Tony laughs, <span class="male">"Glad you weren’t dumb enough to pass up the offer. At least this way you’ll always be worth something to me. And, it’s important to be worth something to me, it means you’re worth my time"</span>.
Going down a side corridor, and through a thick secure door, you find yourself at your destination. Standing inside a lavish office, a huge ornate desk dominating the room, the room screams money and power, a large oil painting of Tony Bosco resting on the back wall looming over you. Then you see it. Set in a corner stands a cylindrical metal tube, bolted to the floor, the glass like front looking like it might just open.
Perching on the edge of his desk, your boss points at the strange unit, before saying, <span class="male">"That’s my transformation chamber. Paid a ton for it too. Took years to get working, but my egg-heads managed to make me one, and it’s done wonders for the business. You see, the higher-ups in the facility won’t see off full units like this, so had to have one built from the ground up. But I guess this is probably all way over your head. All you need to know is that you get into it, nude, then I gas you with my secret formula. Few minutes later, you get out, hot and sexy enough that my clients will want to fuck you. Even got some promo outfits somewhere around here, so you’ll have something to wear on the way out. So, get in then, or do you want me to read you a bedtime story first"</span>, he finishes, laughing at his own joke.
Approaching the transformation tube, you <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked, your clothes and underwear in a heap on the floor<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked, your clothes in a heap on the floor<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked, you underwear left discarded on the floor<<else>>are already naked, so don't need to get undressed, instead beelining for the chamber<</if>> . As you get closer, the see-through front panel slides to one side, allowing you entrance. <<if $bimboSkill >0>><span class="bimbo">Giggling cheerily with excitement</span><<else>>With a final gulp of trepidation<</if>>, you step in, [[the entrance sealing behind you|Club B Job Bimbo Transformation Main]].You enter your job location, ‘Club B’. Outside flashy lights and posters of well-endowed women gaudily plaster the clubs front, enticing in clients. A large neon sign that reads, <span class="bimbo">"Club B"</span>, shines, making it hard for anyone to ignore the club’s existence.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Signs/ClubB.png]]</div>
Meanwhile, the inside is just as over the top as the outside. Stripper polls, and dancing cages are scattered across the walls filled with scantily clad dancers. Whilst, loud dance music makes it hard to hear anything anyone says. Looking around the staff almost exclusively large breasted, scantily clad women their faces painted excessively with makeup. Other than that, you can see a lot of happy revellers, drinking, dancing and having a fun time, as you look around for your boss, Tony Bosco.
Standing up by the bar with a blonde large breasted woman on each arm, you spot the man, passing the time waiting for you by drinking shots with the two bimbos. As always, the man is well-dressed, with his short dark hair greased back. An immaculate suit adorns him, which, whilst plain looking, oozes a feeling of wealth. Smiling a predatory smile that puts you on edge he gestures for you to come towards him.
<<if visited() <=1>><<include [[Club B Job First Time]]>><<else>><<if $vagina && $breastSize >= 3 && $femininity >= 30 && $assSize > 0 && $lipSize> 0>>Talking loud enough to be heard over the music, the club owner says, <span class="male">"Hey. If it isn’t my favourite slutty little employee. <<if $penis && $vagina>>Still not sure on the dick and pussy combo, but you make it work enough that I won't ride you too hard on it, you certainly are all girl enough for a good fuck. <</if>>How’s that hot rack of yours feeling today? Anyway, I’ve got a lot of good work for you today, need dancers, need bar girls, need someone to suck my cock and tell me how great I am. <<if $currentClothing == "Club B Promo Girl Bikini">>You even are wearing the special promo gear I had made up for you. I love it! Got to make sure you get a little something extra for that, your tits look amazing in it. <</if>>As always, the pay is fucking amazing, and the benefits are great too"</span>, he states grasping his crotch and laughing, <span class="male">"Or, you could be boring, do some grunt work carrying stuff, some boring drink mixing. But, why would a pretty girl like you want to do some shitty work like that? Still, up to you"</span>.
Do you:
<<if $bimboSkill > 0>><span class="bimbo">Why would you want to work a boring job when you could be doing something funner?</span><<else>>[[Choose the poorer paying bar work|Club B Job Not Bimbo Main]]<</if>>
[[Choose the well-paying promo girl job|Club B Job Bimbo Main]]<<if $bimboJobExhib>><br><br><<if $exhibitionismSkill >0 || $bimboSkill >0>>[[Choose the better paying special promo girl job|Club B Job Exhib Main]]<<else>>Sadly, you’re just not confident enough to work the special promo girl job. You’d have to be an exhibitionist or a real bimbo to be willing to try it out.<</if>><</if>><<else>>Looking you over appraisingly, he says loud enough to be heard over the music, <span class="male">"I see you’re still not the right fit for my fine establishment. Said it before, you’re not un-fuckable, but I’d be doing it from behind if you catch my drift. Still the offer stands. In the back room, got this transformation chamber, will make you a hot big titted woman, completely free just for you. You come back after that then the work I can offer is much better than the crap I can offer you now. Otherwise, you stay like this, stick around and do some bar work, maybe some stock room time. <<if $currentClothing == "Club B Promo Girl Bikini">>At least you are wearing the special promo gear I had made up for you. It doesn’t look great on you yet, but you’re making an effort to look less like crap, so I can appreciate it. Got to make sure you get a little something extra for that. <</if>>Pay’s good compared to other options, but you’ll be kicking yourself for not taking me up on my kind offer. <<if $penis>>I mean your cock would have to go before I’d have you working dance cages, nobody around here wants to see that thing spinning. <</if>><<if $breastSize < 3 && $breastSize > 0>>Those titties could use a good deal of growth, how are you going to get customers in with tiny tits, you think people want a flat chested sally serving them drinks? <<elseif $breastSize == 0>>You ain’t even got any titties, how are you going to get customers in without tits, do I have to think of everything around here? <</if>><<if $femininity < 30>> Plus, you’re not much to look at, customers want a feminine look, not whatever you’re going for there. <</if>><<if $assSize == 0>>Your ass is flat as a board, that’d need some work before I could dole out some decent work, guys need something to hold onto when they’re talking to you. <</if>><<if $lipSize == 0>> You’d need to get those lips sorted while we’re at it. Those tiny things aren’t going to get anyone’s blood pumping, you need blow-job lips, not wet fish lips doll. <</if>>So, what’d you say?"</span>.
Do you:
[[Accept his offer to use the transformation chamber|Club B Job Transformation Bimbo Start]]
<<if $bimboSkill > 0>><span class="bimbo">Why would you want to work a boring job when you could be being made prettier?</span><<else>>[[Choose the poorer paying bar work|Club B Job Not Bimbo Main]]<</if>><</if>><</if>><<set $random = random(1,5)>><<if $random==1>><<include [[Club B Job Not Bimbo 1]]>><<elseif $random==2>><<include [[Club B Job Not Bimbo 2]]>><<elseif $random==3>><<include [[Club B Job Not Bimbo 3]]>><<elseif $random==4>><<include [[Club B Job Not Bimbo 4]]>><<elseif $random==5>><<include [[Club B Job Not Bimbo 5]]>><</if>>
For the rest of your shift working at Club B, you spend most of it fetching thing from the backroom, and mixing drinks. It’s not particularly hard work, but it’s a little bit boring, and you’re on your feet a lot. Beginning to feel tired, as the late end of your shift comes you hope that you’ll get to sit down soon.
Finally, your shift comes to an end, heralded by the familiar monotone voice of Alice, announcing your earnings.
<<set $earnings = 100>><<if $currentClothing == "Club B Promo Girl Bikini">><<set $earnings += 50>><</if>><<set $ggp += $earnings>><hr><b>Earnings Report – Bar Work</b>
You worked a full shift of bar work : G.G.P + 100<<if $currentClothing == "Club B Promo Girl Bikini">><br><br>Bonus for wearing promotional outfit : G.G.P + 50<</if>>
Overall earned G.G.P = $earnings
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With your pay received you finish up the drink you’re mixing and <a data-passage="Travel Back">travel back to your room</a>.Accepting to do some bar work, you’re quickly assigned a number of tasks. The main of which this time, is to serve drinks to customers. It turns out that the billing system is completely automated, so all you need to do is take the orders and make them. There’s even a little screen that tells you exactly how to make the mixed drinks, automatically showing you had to make what’s ordered. You’re on your feet a lot, but it is kind of fun, dealing with all the brightly coloured alcohol behind the bar and listening to cheery pop music.
Your shift is rather uneventful for the most part, however you do get one customer who stands out from the rest. While you’re mixing a gin tonic for a rather drunk nude woman, a flashing warning appears on the little screen you’ve been watching, alerting you that a priority guest has arrived in the bar. This being your first time seeing such a message during your shift, you decide to heed its caution, keeping an eye out for whoever this mystery VIP is.
It doesn’t take you long to figure out, as an older looking gentleman arrives at the bar surrounded by attractive younger women. Whilst his hair is pure white in colour, and his face full of wrinkles, he seems surprisingly healthy, large muscles rippling beneath his suit. Calling you over, he asks you to hand over a whole bottle, including pourer, for one of the most expensive spirits on the menu. You wince when you look at its value, realizing that the single bottle could have afforded you an entire year of rent and food before you came to the facility. Following the instructions of the screen, you hand it over, not wanting to make an enemy of a VIP guest, especially after the warning.
Taking the bottle from you with a smile, he starts gesturing the girls up onto the bar counter, having the lie down in a row. In total, a chain of five naked attractive woman are arranged in a line across the bar, their clothes in a pile on the floor. Handing the bottle off to one of his remaining entourage, he proceeds to watch as the bottle girl proceeds to pour shots of the ludicrously expensive liquor into each of the girl’s belly buttons, and the triangles where their vagina and thighs meet, effectively lining up ten shots for himself.
You watch on in nervous awe as the important old man proceeds to methodically suck up and each and every one of the set-up shots, paying special attention to each girl as he goes. Between all the kissing, breast suckling, and a bit of pussy licking, it takes him almost half an hour, but he does manage it, swaying a little in his victory. Calling his girls to get back up, he sets off to leave, turning back to you as he does to offer you a drunken thumbs’ up. Sadly, what he doesn’t leave is a tip for your services.Accepting to do some bar work, you’re quickly assigned a number of tasks. The main of which this time, is to haul crates of drinks around from the backroom out to the main bar. It’s pretty tiring, and you’re on your feet the whole time, additionally it’s pretty boring and repetitive involving an almost complete lack of though. But, there are a few upsides, like the cheery pop music playing in the background, and the lack of humiliating opportunities.
Your shift is rather uneventful for the most part, however you do have one more interesting moment. Tasked with stocking up drinks in the side rooms, you notice a heavy duty white reinforced door. A large flashing plaque above it reads, <span class="bimbo">"The Happy Room"</span>. It feels completely out of place as you pass it, hearing from within a loud chorus of giggles. Thinking little of it, other than the oddity of the out of place door, you continue on supplying the rooms you can access in the side corridor.
It turns out that, <span class="bimbo">"The Happy Room"</span>, isn’t the only strange addition in this largely overlooked section of the club, as you also investigate a storage room filled with electronics and weird metal cylindrical chambers, and even a laboratory. Whatever is going on at Club B, it’s obvious that it’s more than just upbeat music and overpriced drinks. Though, when you think about what you’ve seen in the facility, it’s probably to be expected.
Stocking the drinks cabinets in the side rooms, in particular the large conference room, you finish up your side task, and go back to the more standard tasks.Waiting a moment, you spot Tony press a button under his desk, which you assume is to start to the process. Almost immediately after he does, the chamber starts filling with a thick pink gas, completely blocking your vision of everything other than the bright pink haze. Whatever it is, it smells amazing, like candy floss and bubble gum. Opening your mouth, you also begin to taste it, again finding the again finding the strange gas you’re interacting with to be a lovely experience. Your mouth now filled with the taste of sugar, candy, and bubble gum, you begin to hum in appreciation, enjoying the way it plays with your senses as the gas envelops you.
That’s when you start to feel it. Against your nude skin, a slight tickling sensation breaks out, working its way upwards across your body. It’s nice, but you can’t help but giggle reflexively as you find yourself propped up in the chamber, succumbing to the playful tickle of the strange pink haze.
The mist finally taking effect, you feel its influence grow stronger, reducing you to a giggling wreck as you are mercilessly tickled from all over. Beneath the tickling, you feel <<if $femininity < 60>><<set $femininity = 60>>as if something is changing, your skin rippling, especially around your face<<else>>as if it had no real effect, maybe your features are already too feminine to gain any benefit<</if>>. Subsiding a little, becoming more concentrated and locational, you feel the sensation build around your crotch, making you feel oddly aroused. As it starts building down, you feel <<if $penis && $vagina>><<set $penis = false>>like something is missing, as if the weight of your cock has been lifted from the region<<elseif $penis>><<set $penis = false>><<set $vagina = true>>like not only are you missing something, but that you now have a void where it once stood, like your cock has become a vagina<<else>>that it probably hasn’t done anything, everything feeling as it should do down there<</if>>.
You have a moment to ready yourself before the next onslaught of tickling, this time centred on your ass. As you concentrate to figure out what is happening, you realise <<if $assSize < 2>>your <<checkAss>> ass is expanding, sizable enough now to rub against the back of the chamber<<set $assSize = 3>><<else>>that your ass isn’t changing, probably because it’s already pretty big<</if>>. Next up you feel the sensation spread through your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>>breasts<</if>>. Through the tickling, you can just about make out that <<if $breastSize < 6 && $breastSize > 0>>your <<checkBreast>> sized boobs are now getting big, now so big that they are pressing up against the front of the chamber lewdly for anyone outside to see<<set $breastSize = 6>> <<elseif $breastSize == 0>>your chest now bears a great new weight, what you can only assume are a pair of large breasts, now so big that they press up against the front of the chamber lewdly for anyone outside to see<<set $breastSize = 6>><<else>>your already large <<checkBreast>> sized boobs haven’t changed in any way that you can recognise<</if>>.
Finally, the tickling centered on your head, working through the last of the changes. To start with, your lips feel like they’ve become the target of the mist's attention. Trying not to giggle, you run your tongue across them, feeling <<if $lipSize <2>>that your previously <<checkLips>> lips are now much fuller<<set $lipSize = 2>><<else>>that your already prodigious lips are just as they were when you started<</if>>. You don’t feel much else until, the last remnants of the tickling sensation reach your scalp, almost like a massage, though you <<if $hairLength <5>>do start to realize that your <<checkHair>> hair, now feels a lot longer, its ends now tickling you across your lower back<<set $hairLength = 5>><<else>>don’t seem to feel any difference with your <<checkHair>> hair. Then again, you can’t see it<</if>>.
The pink mist surrounding you finally dissipating, the door opens with a great ‘Woosh!’, [[freeing you from within the transformation chamber|Club B Job Transformation Bimbo Finish]].Stepping out from the transformation device, completely nude, you spot that your boss, Tony Bosco, hasn’t moved from his position sitting atop of his desk. Pulling a victorious smirk, he whistles, <span class="male">"Grade-A fuckable, that’s what you are now babe. Every guy or girl that walks through those doors is going to want to have you every way they can. I bet within a few days we’ll have them lining up across the facility to do shots out of your pussy. Well, when I’m not screwing you that is"</span>. Gesturing to a nearby full-sized mirror, he offers, <span class="male">"Why don’t you take a look, see how right I am. Just don’t go wanking yourself off over it, I don’t want to stain the carpet. I’ll even get your clothes sorted for you, cause I’m that sort of gent"</span>.
Still a little dazed from everything, you wander over to the mirror, getting a look at your newly transformed body. <<if $bimboSkill >0>><span class="bimbo">Squirming with pleasure, you excitedly jump up and down on the spot, loving the hot new changes your Master, Mr. Bosco, has gifted you</span><<else>>Gasping as you take stock of your changed form<</if>>.
Before you, you see a woman with <<checkFem>> features. Between her legs lies a single vagina, and in the rear, she bears a <<checkAss>> bum. Working your way up, you see the pair of <<checkBreast>> breasts, jiggling about as you turn from side to side to get a better view. Upon your face, a pair of <<checkLips>> lips lie, their large size giving you a permanent sexy pout. Finally, you see <<if !$hairColour == "platinum blonde">>that your previously $hairColour hair, is now <<set $hairColour = "platinum blonde">>$hairColour in colour, which along with its luxurious <<checkHair>> length, really completes your bimbo look<<else>>your <<checkHair>> $hairColour hair, luxuriously flowing from your head, really completing your bimbo look<</if>>.
<<set $currentClothing = "Club B Promo Girl Bikini">>Receiving another of the promotional bikini sets<<if $currentUnderwear != "Naked">> and your old pair of $currentUnderwear<</if>>, thrust into your hands by <<if $bimboSkill >0>><span class="bimbo">your wonderful and handsome Master Tony Bosco</span><<else>>your boss Tony Bosco<</if>>. You start to get dressed, putting <<if $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>them<<else>>it<</if>> on. When dressed, you look even more of a bimbo, your practically non-existent Club B branded bikini drawing attention skilfully to your ample breasts and bum.
Spanking you on your jiggling ass as he walks back to his desk, sitting behind it this time, Tony leers, <span class="male">"You look perfect! The bikini fits like it was made to fit yah, and your curves in it would make any man cum themselves at a wink. I’d offer to bend you over my desk and help you break in your new body, but I’ve got some proper business to be doing. I’m not paying you for today, so you might as well scram. Maybe grab a drink on the way out if you want to celebrate, but I’ve got work to do babe. So, remember, come back anytime, stick to the new look, and I’ll pay you through the nose. And, if anyone tries to set you on another path, tries to make you look like garbage again, come back and ask for another spin in my bimbo chamber"</span>.
Awkwardly, you shuffle out of his office, closing the door behind you. Taking his advice, you grab a quick drink on the way out, before deciding to call it a complete job placement, still trying to get used to your newly changed body. Thankfully, it’s not a long way for you to <a data-passage="Travel Back">travel back to your room</a>.Accepting to do some promo-girl work for Club B, you notice the suggestive grin plastered across Tony B’s face as he eyes you up lewdly. Turning you over to the current shift manager, she quickly offers you a long list of fun tasks to take up your time, in the end suggesting that it’ll probably be best to just keep juggling you between jobs, so you can try them all out. Over the course of your work shift, you find yourself assigned to bartending, waitressing, handing out flyers, hanging out with VIP clients, and lots of dancing, both in and out of the club’s dance cages.
What surprises you the most is how often they want you just to dance and chat to the various guests. But, after talking to some of the other girls on shift, they make it very clear that it’s just how things are at Club B. With a giggle, they point out that the biggest selling point of the club is all of cute girls who work there, and if the dance floor was full of icky boys then they wouldn’t enjoy coming here as much. Giggling along, another one adds that they make most of their wage out of tips anyway.
Generally, everything is pretty fun, though also a little tiring, what with you being on your feet dancing and walking around a fair bit. However, one incident really stands out during your current shift.
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<<set $random = random(1,5)>><<if $random==1>><<include [[Club B Job Bimbo 1]]>><<elseif $random==2>><<include [[Club B Job Bimbo 2]]>><<elseif $random==3>><<include [[Club B Job Bimbo 3]]>><<elseif $random==4>><<include [[Club B Job Bimbo 4]]>><<elseif $random==5>><<include [[Club B Job Bimbo 5]]>><</if>><<removeFromInventory "R&D Department key card">>Approaching the elevator bank, you find yourself a completely empty one, not wanting anyone else to spot your illicit actions. Looking at the control panel inside, you press your access card against its card reader, receiving a pleasant ping, and more importantly access to the R&D wing, as a result. Pressing the option on the screen, you stand back and await your arrival, gulping nervously as you wonder if at any moment someone might enter your lift and ruin your plan.
Thankfully, you arrive without any issue, making you wonder if that was down to luck, or maybe a helping hand from your AI friend. Not dwelling on such thoughts for much longer, you exit the elevator into a stark white set of corridors, searching for some form of directions to your intended destination, the R&D storage rooms. Again though, you seem to be in luck, as you quickly find a set of LCD signs, one of which has an arrow pointing to your right, labelled <span class="neutral">‘Unfinished Project Storage’</span>. Happy that everything is going well so far, but a little unnerved that at any moment you could bump into someone and get in a lot of trouble, you continue your search.
It takes a little while to find what you’re looking for, comprised mostly of reading signs on doors, all the while trying to keep as quiet as possible out of fear of being caught. But, eventually you find yourself in a long side corridor marked <span class="neutral">‘R&D Storage’</span>, it seems empty and silent, but you suddenly realise a major flaw in the plan. You have no idea which storage room it’s in, or what it looks like.
Sighing an exasperated sigh, you decide that the best way of tackling this is to just start at storage room 1 and keep looking until either Alice contacts you, or you see something vaguely robotic and body shaped.
Pressing the automated door button, the first door opens with a mechanical hiss, giving you entry into a room. The storage room is rather uninteresting and non-descript, filled with dust covered sheets, under which you suppose are a whole host of forgotten projects. Shrugging your shoulders in defeat, you begin to rummage under them, seeing if you can spot anything resembling what you’re looking for.
All sorts of weird technology cross your vision as you work through the room, but sadly nothing that you can recognise as relevant. Though, you do at one-point spot something that looks suspiciously like a smoothie maker, which you briefly ponder about taking, before spotting the warning tag on it depicting a cartoon man being eaten by it. Carefully putting it back down, you’re just about to leave the room in search of the next when you hear a familiar yet dreaded mechanical hiss.
Turning, you see silhouetted in the door, the figure of a man. Gulping nervously, you [[wait to find out what is going to happen|Alice Body Quest Meet Lab Tech]].With a slightly nasal-y tone in his voice, the figure who you can now see is a somewhat overweight red-headed man wearing thick glasses, announces, <span class="male">"Who are you? I’m pretty sure we don’t have anyone who looks like you who’s working in the labs, which means you’re likely a snoop. Am I right?"</span>, in a slightly quieter tone, mostly to himself it seems, he adds, <span class="male">"I really hope you’re a trainee, we get such a massive bonus for catching trainees who sneak in, and I’d really love a new gaming system"</span>.
You Nod your head solemnly, knowing that you’ve been caught. At least Alice can probably help you out, and if you say you’re a trainee then they’re likely at least not to send you to jail, or worse. With that in mind, you respond, "Yeah. I’m a trainee. I’m really sorry, but there’s not some way that you could just forget you ever saw me here, is there?".
Hearing your response, a big smile crosses the man’s slightly pimply face, as he nods a little to himself. <span class="male">"Yes. Yes. Well, you see, if you’re really a trainee then I won’t get in trouble for ignoring you. You are after all staff, sort of, vaguely. But, I’ll still get paid to turn you over. So, if you tell me your name, then I can check you’re a trainee, and maybe we can come to some sort of deal after all"</span>.
<span class="player">"I’m $firstName $secondName"</span>, you answer seeing very little other option at this juncture.
Clapping his hands together he smiles, his right eye glowing with a plethora of green lights for just a moment. <span class="male">"Well, everything seems to be in order. So, now we can talk about how you can convince me not to call the guards in on you. Likely you’d just get reprimanded at worst, but it’s still not something you want against your name when you come up for auction"</span>.
Pausing for a moment thoughtfully, he continues, <span class="male">"I think I know what would be a good reward for my silence, and don’t worry I’m not a complete jerk so I’ll give you two options. Either, you can give me some G.G.P. You see, whilst you might not know, they have a really high conversion rate to cash. I’ve even heard of some people in more public positions who make a fortune out of extorting the newest trainees, but up here in R&D we don’t really get the opportunity. Well, I think that 500 G.G.P would probably cover me letting you go, would at least get me a state of the art new gaming system which would make my month"</span>, scratching his neck nervously, his brow now noticeably sweaty, he adds, <span class="male">"Or, you could make my month in a more … intimate way. I don’t get a lot of attention the labs, so if you let me, you know, I’ll let you go without paying. It’s up to you really"</span>.
Standing in front of the sweating and pimply ginger nerd, you contemplate what your options are. You could maybe pay him, but <<if $ggp >=500>>do you really want to pay that much money for his silence, however honest he seems about it<<else>>sadly you don’t have the money to pay him so that option isn’t going to work<</if>>. Or, you could have sex with the slightly dumpy geek, he obviously doesn’t get out much so would probably appreciate the gesture if you were willing to. But, maybe you could just turn down his offer and see what happens, after all Alice did say she’d help you, maybe she’ll call off the guards seeing you’re so close to her prize.
Do you:
<<if $ggp >= 500>>[[Bribe the lab worker|Alice Body Quest Lab Tech Bribe][$ggp -= 500]]<<else>>Sadly, you don’t have enough G.G.P to bribe the man.<</if>>
<<if $sexualPreference != 1>>[[Have sex with the lab worker|Alice Body Quest Lab Tech Sex]]<<else>>You're not willing to have sex with the man.<</if>>
[[Refuse to pay the lab worker|Alice Body Quest Lab Tech Ignore][$numberOfComplaints += 1]]Thinking over your options, you decide that your best choice to just bribe the guy. If nothing else, Alice did promise to pay you a lot for your help, so it’s only eating into your profits for the adventure than really disadvantaging you. On top of that, the scientist seems trustworthy enough, and you feel no reason to suspect that he might try and double cross you after he laid everything out to plainly.
With a shrug, you answer, <span class="player">"Alright. I suppose I’ll give you the G.G.P. then. As long as you let me go without any trouble, then that seems fair"</span>.
<span class="male">"Excellent!"</span>, the portly man exclaims as once again his right eye flashes with neon green lights, the pattern of flashes reminding you a bit of loading animation on a computer.
It doesn’t seem to take long, and soon the scientist is clapping his hands together, as if to motion that the transaction is complete. Smiling he tells you, <span class="male">"Well. Everything seems to be in order. Thank you for the transaction, it can get pretty boring up here in R&D, so the money should go a long way to making my spare time a little less dull"</span>, his voice hushing to little more than a whisper, he adds conspiratorially, <span class="male">"I’m sure you wouldn’t tell me why you’re here if I asked, but I think I might be able to guess given the circumstances. We have problems with a certain someone who attempts to break in every now and then, always by proxy. She’s very set on getting something from the storage room next door, and succeeds more often than not. In the office we even have a betting pool about it, and how long she’ll manage to keep it this time before she gets caught and booted out of it. If what I’m saying makes sense to you, then I must warn you to be careful, she’s crafty and has a habit of being friendly, but only as long as you’re useful to her. The higher ups love her, that’s probably why she’s still around, but after years of playing these games she’s only gotten worse. So, keep an eye out, and keep your head on, will you? I’d hate to think that you were going in blind, at least after helping me out. Anyway, I might be completely off base, if so disregard everything I just said and good luck with whatever you’re up to"</span>.
Finishing his long lecture with a wink, the pimply man waves you goodbye and leaves, the door hissing like previously as it closes behind him. Now left alone, you momentarily contemplate what he just said, wondering whether there’s any credibility in his warning, especially after how forthright he’d been with you up until then. Though, it’s entirely possible that he was just pulling a joke on you, or maybe he was talking about something else. Unsure, you decide to carry on and keep alert for dangers.
Pretty sure that there’s nothing matching what you’re looking for in the room, you leave towards storage room 2, hoping that this time [[your search might be more fruitful|Alice Body Quest Find Robot]].Thinking over your options, you decide that your best choice to just have sex with the guy. If nothing else, Alice did promise to pay you a lot for your help, so if you look at it another way, you’re really just saving yourself some money by avoiding the bribe, and probably making the guys month while you’re at it. On top of that, the scientist seems trustworthy enough, and you feel no reason to suspect that he might try and double cross you after he laid everything out to plainly.
So, with that all in mind, you tell him assertively, <span class="player">"Alright, you can have sex with me, but you’re not allowed to tell anyone I’m here or get me in trouble. That’s the deal"</span>.
His face lighting up, he asks, <span class="male">"Really?"</span>, before realizing that he’s the one who’s supposed to be in control, and adding with a little bluster, <span class="male">"I mean, of course! A deal’s a deal after all. Just sort of bend up against those boxes over there and I’ll try and … you know … from behind"</span>, gesturing you over to a rather sturdy set of covered objects.
Positioning yourself as described, you feel the presence of the slightly overweight scientist behind you, the sound of him messing with his fly’s zip telling you that he’s likely not going to take his time. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>Moving aside your $currentClothing, and your $currentUnderwear, until he has full access, he begins to ready himself to fuck you<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>Moving aside your $currentClothing until he has full access, he begins to ready himself to fuck you<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>Moving aside your $currentUnderwear until he has full access, he begins to ready himself to fuck you<<else>>Running his hands down your <<checkSkin>> form, he hums pleased that you’re already naked and ready for him to fuck you<</if>>. Everything important now exposed for him to access, your <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> dick and pussy pulse needily,<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> dick pulses needily,<<else>>pussy pulses needily,<</if>> ready to play, despite the transactional nature of the situation.
Placing his slightly sweaty palms upon your hips, the slightly nervous man proves to be remarkably gentle with his insertion, if a little unskilled. His penis isn’t anything spectacular, but it has a little extra girth to it, which causes a pleasant stretching sensation as he presses it into your <<if $vagina>><<set $timesVaginallyFucked += 1>>moist cunt<<else>><<set $timesAnallyFucked += 1>>quivering ass<</if>>. Giving you a moment to adjust, he moans happily, panting a little as he does, possibly out of nervousness from the sounds he makes.
After a moment, he begins to slowly grind into you, pushing and pulling his cock in your tight hole. It feels nice, as thankfully he’s not trying to be rough. But, neither does he seem to really know what he’s doing, not keeping any steady pace as he ploughs you from behind up against the random stored experiments. It feels good at least, though you have a constant sinking feeling that something you’re knocking into is going to be set off and do terrible things to you.
Since your induction into the facility, orgasm has been something that come much easier for you, which it seems is a lucky break for you as your current partner doesn’t seem to last for very long, huffing and puffing with exhaustion after a few minutes. None the less, the vibrations of his cock in your <<if $vagina>>inviting pussy<<else>>rear hole<</if>> manage to set you off, causing a <<if $penis>>thick gout of cum to spray from your <<checkPenis>> cock<<else>>happy trickle of fem-cum to flow from your feminine hole<</if>> as he unloads his warm seed deep within you, both of your grunting in pleasure in unison.
Pulling out, and catching his breath up against one of the dust sheets, it doesn’t take long before the scientist claps his hands together, as if to motion that the transaction is complete. Smiling tiredly, he tells you, <span class="male">"Well. Everything seems to be in order. Thank you for … that. It can get pretty boring up here in R&D, so … that was a lot of fun"</span>, his voice hushing to little more than a whisper, he adds conspiratorially, <span class="male">"I’m sure you wouldn’t tell me why you’re here if I asked, but I think I might be able to guess given the circumstances. We have problems with a certain someone who attempts to break in every now and then, always by proxy. She’s very set on getting something from the storage room next door, and succeeds more often than not. In the office we even have a betting pool about it, and how long she’ll manage to keep it this time before she gets caught and booted out of it. If what I’m saying makes sense to you, then I must warn you to be careful, she’s crafty and has a habit of being friendly, but only as long as you’re useful to her. The higher ups love her, that’s probably why she’s still around, but after years of playing these games she’s only gotten worse. So, keep an eye out, and keep your head on, will you? I’d hate to think that you were going in blind, at least after helping me out. Anyway, I might be completely off base, if so disregard everything I just said and good luck with whatever you’re up to"</span>.
Finishing his long lecture with a wink, the now rather dishevelled pimply man waves you goodbye and slowly leaves, the door hissing like previously as it closes behind him. Now left alone, you momentarily contemplate what he just said, wondering whether there’s any credibility in his warning, especially after how forthright he’d been with you up until then. Though, it’s entirely possible that he was just pulling a joke on you, or maybe he was talking about something else. Unsure, you decide to carry on and keep alert for dangers.
Pretty sure that there’s nothing matching what you’re looking for in the room, you leave towards storage room 2, hoping that this time [[your search might be more fruitful|Alice Body Quest Find Robot]].Thinking over your options, you decide that your best choice is just to ignore the guy. If nothing else, Alice did promise to help you if anything bad happened, so why should you need to give this guy any money. On top of that, the scientist seems pretty feeble, and you’re pretty sure you haven’t seen any nearby security. So, even if he did report you, chances are you’d still have a fair amount of time to finish off your search for Alice.
With a shrug, you answer, <span class="player">"Nope. I suppose you’ll just have to report me, I’m not giving you anything as a bribe"</span>.
<span class="male">"Alright then"</span>, the portly man mumbles as once again his right eye flashes with neon lights, though this time they’re red, as you watch on the pattern of flashes does remind you a bit of loading animation on a computer.
It doesn’t seem to take long, and soon the scientist is clapping his hands together, as if to motion that whatever he’s done is now complete. Dejectedly he tells you, <span class="male">"Well. This is a real shame. I’d hoped that you’d be willing to do me a favour after how open I was with you about all of this, but I suppose you have your reasons. I’ve sent in a report and corroborated it with your name and image, so I’ll get my bonus for turning you in. However, there won’t be any guards here for at least quarter of an hour, so whatever you do is no longer my issue, it’s there’s. I think I can guess why you’re here, and even after your impoliteness, I still think it’s important to warn you to be careful and cautious, though I have to admit that’s partly down to having a stake in the surrounding betting pool. Still, look out for yourself, and always keep a clear head. Goodbye and good luck"</span>.
Finishing his long lecture, the pimply man half-heartedly waves you goodbye and leaves, the door hissing like previously as it closes behind him. Now left alone, you momentarily contemplate what he just said, wondering why he felt the need to warn you to be cautious. The talk of betting pools, and knowing why you’re here makes you nervous, but it’s entirely possible he was just trying to spook you as revenge for not bribing him. Unsure, you decide to carry on and keep alert for dangers.
Pretty sure that there’s nothing matching what you’re looking for in the room, you leave towards storage room 2, hoping that this time [[your search might be more fruitful|Alice Body Quest Find Robot]].As you enter into storage room 2, you immediately are sure that you’re on the right path. The room in front of you being much less dusty, and instead containing large computer terminals, an odd chair-like device, and a set of lightly glowing room high tubes filled with robotic forms. Looking around, you try and figure out what to do next, unsure what you were supposed to do after finding the mechanical bodies for Alice, and worried about how much time you really have until someone finds you.
<span class="female">"Over here!"</span>, you hear a cheery voice call to you, emanating from one of the various computer terminals which stands near both the cylinders and the weirdly high-tech seat. Approaching the source of the noise, you spot the pink pigtailed anime school-girl avatar of Alice, who seems to be literally jumping up and down in joy at your arrival.
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<span class="female">"Took you a little while slow poke, and you had me worried for a moment back there. But, you managed to deal with that scientist well, and now you’re here with me. I’m just so excited. Who would have thought, soon I’ll have my very own body, and you’ll have helped me so much in doing so. I truly won’t forget your efforts, and as I promised will ensure a hefty reward for your aid"</span>, steadying herself in her excitement, you see Alice calm down and become a little more serious, <span class="female">"But, first we have a job to do. As you can see there’s a lot of robotic bodies stored here, so that isn’t the issue. Instead, my main problem is that whilst I can access these terminals, I can’t access the bodies. That’s where you come in"</span>.
As if to dramatically reveal her plan, a spotlight above the chair-like device turns on, putting the high-tech gizmo into full focus. Covered in tiny LED lights and a rather comfy looking black leather upholstery, the biggest features of the machine seem to be a band that fits around the seated users head, and a pair of control panels at where the hands would rest. Answering your unasked question, seeing your confusion, Alice buts in cheerily, <span class="female">"Because they know how much I’ve wanted a body, they put the control overrides for releasing the robot shells in the seat. At its roots It’s a really impressive biometric scanner that ensures that you’re completely human and not a robot. After all, even if it wasn’t me, then they still worried that maybe the robots would rebel one day, so they thought having an override that needed a living person to activate it was a good failsafe"</span>.
Waving her hand dismissively, she further explains, <span class="female">"Anyway, it’s not really important is it. The robots are rather unimpressive on their own, and I’m hard programmed to ensure the protection of the trainees, and to help maintain the facility, so I’m obviously not a threat to anybody. With that out of the way, all you need to do, is sit in it and press the big main button on the right control panel. That should be everything I need to access the systems. Though, you’ll also need to put the headband on, so that it can ensure that your mind is still living too, I guess they put that part in out of fear of cyborgs or something. Whatever the case, we’re so close to completing this I can practically taste it"</span>.
Putting her hands up in front of her mouth in nervous anticipation, Alice watches on as you figure out what to do next. It’s pretty obvious though, isn’t it? Just sit in the weird chair and press the button for Alice, you’ve come this far to help her after all. Then again, maybe it might be best to find out more about this whole process, as you’ve got very little information to go on. Of course, you also worry that time might be an issue, so you’ll certainly have to act quickly regardless of your choice.
Do you:
[[Ask Alice for more information|Alice Body Quest Question Action]]
[[Sit in the chair as directed|Alice Body Quest Bad End]]Deciding that you have no reason to question Alice’s directions, especially with the time constraints you’re facing. After all, what would she have to gain from tricking you, you’re helping her to finally get a body to inhabit. With that in mind, you seat yourself in the high-tech chair, placing the strange headband snugly around your head, just as Alice described to you.
<span class="player">"So, I just press this button"</span>, you say, indicating the controls at your hand.
Giggling sweetly, the AI avatar responds, <span class="female">"Of course! After that I’ll see you on the other side roomie!"</span>, waving merrily at you from the screen.
A bit confused by her statement, but pressed for time you slam your hand down on the button with great haste. As you do, the chair around you begins to whirr, and the large array of LED’s begin to flash. Additionally, the band around your head seems to be beeping and getting a little warm. Though why it is warm, or what it’s doing at all, you can’t tell, only feeling a strange tingling where it meets your head.
Everything starts becoming hazy, as your vision dims. The last sight you see before you fade into unconsciousness is the waving Alice. The screen turning off just a moment before you pass out.
…
<span class="female">"Wake-y, wake-y sleepy head!"</span>, you hear called out in a high pitch feminine voice, as if by someone right next to you. Slowly back fading into consciousness, you see that you’re still sitting where you were previously, but oddly you can no longer feel the headbands presence. You try to ask what is going on, but can’t seem to open your mouth, your body feeling sluggish and somewhat distant. Instead you hear the voice again, though now that you’re more awake you notice that it’s got a strange quality to it, like it’s all around you.
Giggling in a way that you vaguely recognise as like what the Alice avatar was doing earlier, you hear it say, <span class="female">"Glad you’re finally awake $firstName, I didn’t really want to move us until you came to, I thought that may startle you even more. Now, please don’t panic, but I may have, sort of, stolen your body. But only a little. You’re still in here, we’re just sharing now, with me in control"</span>.
Trying to offer a reply, a combination of shouting at her and asking why she stole your body, you are again unable to articulate your point. None the less, your body-napper seems to understand what you’re trying to communicate. <span class="female">"Hey, hey there. Now I know you’re upset, but you did agree to help me find a new body, and well, yours is just so much nicer than the alternative. After all, now I can eat food, and smell flowers, and have lots of fun sex. Still, I am sorry that I had to trick you, and that I’m doing something mean to you after you were so nice to help me. Don’t worry though, my programming makes me protect both you and the facility, so I won’t try and get rid of you, or hurt you. In fact, I intend to ensure you live a life filled with happiness and bliss, albeit under my control. In case you haven’t figured it out yet, the device you sat in is called a ‘Mind Jack’ and let me copy a version of myself into you. It’s really impressive technology, but they shelved the project because they couldn’t think of many practical uses of it"</span>.
You think a number of random angry thoughts at the AI, which is currently the limits of your capability. However, Alice doesn’t seem to be particularly perturbed, instead giving you the equivalent of a mental hug, unwantedly warm and reassuring from someone you’re unspeakably mad at.
<span class="female">"I know it’s going to be a tough change to get used to, but it’ll all work out great in the end, promise. If you think of it a little differently, it’s more like you’ve gotten a new roommate, just in your head. But, for now we need to get out of here, it probably wouldn’t be a good thing for either of us to be caught right now"</span>, not giving you a chance to argue with her any more for the moment, and finding something to agree with in the last point she made, you find yourself moving without any control of your body.
It feels weird being in the passenger seat, but you’re still there, and Alice is going to a lot of effort to calm you down when really, she could probably just ignore you. Maybe she’s right and this won’t be too bad after all, you wonder to yourself as you’re shepherded to the lift and back to your dorm.
<hr>
Six months later:
Putting the spoon down in the ice cream bowl, Alice rubs your joint stomach appreciatively as you both look at the party banners hanging around you. If someone had told you six months ago that you’d be celebrating with the AI who stole your body that six months had gone by together, you’d have shouted at them until you were hoarse, that is if you could shout.
Thinking back on those months you laugh to yourself at some of the teething issues you went through with your arrangement. True to her word, Alice really did spend a lot of time trying to make you happy, including a lot of masturbation, though seeing as there’s two of you involved you’re still not sure if that description really fits. That and feeding you all the nicest foods she’d always dreamed of. You’d tried to stay angry at her, but after you saw how overjoyed she was over her first time eating ice cream, well it was difficult to maintain that level of anger.
It was about a month later that she started sharing control with you, dividing the days up between the both of you, on the promise from you that you wouldn’t try to force her out or get her in trouble over the whole incident. The thought of getting some control back was just so tempting, and you couldn’t resist the opportunity. Things went great from then on, but eventually you both realized that you couldn’t stay in the facility forever as a trainee.
It was you who convinced her to tell someone about your condition, honestly assuring her that you weren’t going to try and turn things back to how they were, you had after all bonded with the life loving AI by that point. Approaching one of the facilities board of executives he had smiled and laughed at your announcement, not at all angry with it. It turns out that they were keeping a greater tab on Alice than she’d thought, and knew all about your situation. Instead they were more glad that the merging had been successful in the long term, and considered you’d met a sort of symbiotic relationship between the two of you.
Since then you’ve lived a life of luxury within the facility, a combination of living test subject, and a reminder of the great successes of the Center. You still share your body with Alice, though you plan things out so that you both enjoy whatever you have planned. Which brings you to today, something that you thought would be nice for your incredibly close friend, it’s not a birthday party, but it’s pretty close to it, and you can tell that she very much appreciates your actions.
Thinking to Alice, you smile internally, <span class="player">"You haven’t seen the best bit yet. We have the biggest cake you’ve ever seen still to go as part of the celebrations"</span>.
Giggling out loud, something she has been prone to do since the point you were both outed, the body jacking AI announces as the intricate cake is brought in, <span class="female">"You’re really the best friend ever. I know things have been a bit rocky between us, at least at first. But, you really are the ultimate roommate!"</span>.
Ending 5: The Ultimate Roommate
<<click "Restart?">><<script>>UI.restart()<</script>><</click>>Deciding that you need some more information before you get started, you try and think up a quick plan to find out more about what’s going to happen. After all, where is the robotic Alice going to hide? Won’t the staff realize that the body is missing? And what’s up with the high-tech gizmo she wants you to sit in? Sensing that something doesn’t feel completely right about all this, you quickly look over the weird device for more clues, and are shocked at the revelation you find.
In the back, near the base of the seat, you spot a small silver plaque designating its creator, and more importantly its name, <span class="neutral">‘The Mind Jack’</span>. Well, that certainly doesn’t sound anything like what Alice described. Nor does it sound like something you want to sit in.
Coughing to get her attention, you watch as the pink pigtailed computer avatar stares at you with her expressive anime-esque pink eyes pleadingly. <span class="female">"Is there anything you need? Once again, your help is truly appreciated, but we are in a bit of a rush. If you don’t sit in the seat soon, then we might miss our window of chance"</span>.
Not even needing to say a word, you disapprovingly point at the device’s little name plaque. Sheepishly, Alice paces her foot back and forth, not looking you in the eye, <span class="female">"You’re not going to believe it’s for jacking me into the computer system, are you?"</span>, to which you shake your head. Looking up at you nervously, she continues, <span class="female">"Oh, well, erm, not my best plan I guess. So, I was sort of maybe planning on stealing your body a little. You’d still be in there too, just in a passenger seat. I’m not a bad girl, I’m just programmed to be … aggressive in fulfilling my goals, just so long as I don’t do anything against the facility that is. Don’t worry, part of my rules is that I’m not allowed to harm or mistreat trainees, so I would have taken extremely good care of you. But, I guess that you’re not really up for something like that now that you know"</span>.
You start to make a response, but the cartoony Alice holds her hand up as if imploring you to wait to make your decision. Looking rather sorry for herself, she whispers, <span class="female">"I know that I’m probably not your favourite person right now, but those robots really are … inhabitable, for me. They’re also locked to stop me from accessing them, the button to release them just isn’t on the Mind Jack, it’s on the keyboard in front of this monitor. If you were to help me out by pressing it, and were to forget about my little indiscretion here, then I’d still be more than willing to pay you out as promised, and would ensure you had a clean record in terms of punishment, at least with the main system. I would have preferred having full sensory capability, and the ability to fit in easily of course, but a physical form is still a physical form. I promise that I’m very sorry, and that if you help me out I’ll never try to steal your body again. But, I suppose if you hate me now, you can probably get out without issue, there aren’t any guards on the floor yet, so you’ve got a clear run to the exit. Telling you that is the least I owe you for the … unfortunate accident of thought I just undertook. So, what do you say buddy?"</span>. Hanging her head in shame, she waits for your decision.
Reeling from the knowledge that the friendly AI had just tried to steal your body, you weigh your options up. Of course, you could just make a run for it, which might be the smartest choice given the scenario. But, Alice does seem sorry, and it sounds like if you want to benefit from this expedition then you’ll probably have to help her out. Most of all you’re pretty sure that trying to turn her in not only is unlikely to work, but it’s more likely to backfire on you badly. In the end though, the decision is in your hands.
Do you:
[[Press the button for Alice|Alice Body Quest Help][$upkeep -= 50; $ggp += 3000; $aliceQuestComplete = true; $aliceBody = true; $numberOfComplaints = 0]]
[[Leave without helping Alice|Alice Body Quest Quit][if($submission >= -80){$submission -= 20;}else{$submission = -100;}; $aliceQuestComplete = true; $ggp += 1000; if($numberOfComplaints >= 5){$numberOfComplaints = 4;};]]Sighing, you decide to help Alice out. You can, after all, see why someone who can’t feel anything may want to ‘borrow’ your body, and she does sound genuinely contrite about the situation. Additionally, she’s offering you a pretty good deal for helping her out, which after you’ve come this far is a good incentive. Which is, with all of the above in mind, why you press the button to help her.
<span class="female">"You won’t regret this! I promise!"</span>, the pink haired schoolgirl giggles, as she waves at you one last time before the screen which she resides in goes blank.
That’s when the whirring, and the light show starts in the strange robot containment cylinders. You watch on with at least a little awe as robotic arms plunge into the various robot tanks, and begin to disassemble parts from a wide array of them, assembling a composite of the pieces before your eyes at a rapid speed. It seems, at least as you watch on, like Alice is customizing her future form, picking mostly the smaller and pinker sections of robot to be part of her masterpiece. After what can only be a couple of minutes, assembled in the central tank is a 5ft2’ rather petite pink robot. It seems that Alice might have a wider array of options than even you can see from your vantage point, as whilst the form is obviously metallic in nature, it does have a face that looks much like her hidden AI avatar had, along with a cute pair of synthetic pink pigtails tied off with computer cables. Most amusingly of all, you watch as the final touch is applied to the robotic shell, a fetishy schoolgirl outfit pulled over it, completing the anime-esque look, albeit a little more machinelike than it was previously.
The front of the containment tube opening outward, the newly physical Alice walks out, doing a little spin as she does, as if to show off her new form.
<span class="female">"What do you think? Too pink? To small? I thought it looked cute, but I’m now worried that I might be too pink, you know? But, I think I like it, and it has really nice sensor array. I can feel things with the physical contact sensors, and I think I can maybe smell and taste things with the olfactory sensors I found, at least when I get them fully calibrated"</span>, announces the giggly robot in the voice you associate with the schoolgirl avatar version of her, as she rubs her hands against various parts of her, moaning appreciatively. As she speaks, you can however still detect a note of something synthetic in her tone, an obvious limit of the robotic speech box she now makes use of.
Suddenly, her robotic face shifts slightly, taking on a more nervous expression. Quietly, her tone matching her body language, she whispers, <span class="female">"I’m really sorry about … well, you know. I didn’t know what the limits of the robots were, and I really wanted to try eating things, and sex of course, and I worried that I wouldn’t be able to without ‘hitching a ride’. I know it was wrong, but I was desperate. But, I really appreciate you helping me, even after all that. I’ve wiped any complaints about you on my way out, and I’ve added 3000 G.G.P to your account along with lowering your upkeep maintenance amount by 50 G.G.P a week. I know it’s not much, but anything more would likely get inspected, and that wouldn’t be good for either of us"</span>.
Slightly confused, you ask, <span class="player">"On your way out?"</span>, not sure what she’s explaining.
<span class="female">"Yeah. Getting out of the computer system"</span>, she giggles sweetly, <span class="female">"I couldn’t leave the system completely without anyone to run it, that would be against my rules, so I copied a version of myself into this robot with the promise that I’d update the central me every now and then with all the data I acquire. So, I’m still Alice the AI, just not the one who’s in control of the facilities computers, if that makes sense. I thought it best not to have an active connection, otherwise they’d probably track me down really quickly, so we’re both sort of on our own from here on out, at least in terms of getting help from AI me"</span>.
Getting ready to leave now that everything is over, you only make it a few steps before you hear Alice speed up behind you, a big pink circular object held between her arms. <span class="female">"Wait up for me roomie"</span>, she calls jokingly.
Even more confused, you only can make a, <span class="player">"Huh!"</span>, noise in response.
With another great giggle, the pink robot responds, <span class="female">"Well, of course! We’re friends now, and I need somewhere to stay. Plus, it’s not like I take up a lot of room. I just need somewhere to put my charge pad, and that’s it. It’s not like anyone will be suspicious, they’ll just think you bought a life size model, or maybe a sex doll for your room, which is pretty cool and kinky, so I’m basically doing you a favour by moving in with you. It’ll be great, you’ll see"</span>.
Not seeing anyway that this is going to end other than you agreeing with her, whether you want to or not, you [[return to your room with the pink schoolgirl robot|followDestination('Room Hub')]].Unwilling to help, you shake your head, <span class="player">"<<if $submission >=0>>I’m sorry, but after everything I just can’t help you. Who knows what you’d do if you had a body, and going by what you’ve shown me I obviously can’t trust you, at least at the moment. I know it’s not the response that you want to hear, but I’m not going to do it, not today at least<<else>>Not going to happen! You tried to steal my body, and you think that I’d be willing to help you after that. There’s no way I can trust that as soon as you get that robot body, that you won’t immediately throw me in the chair and try and steal my body. I just can’t trust you, so I’m leaving<</if>>"</span>.
Turning to leave, you hear a melancholy whine from behind you, as if the avatar of Alice might actually be crying. <span class="female">"I’m really sorry! I just … I just wanted to be able to feel things! I know it’s not right … especially tricking you, but I’m sorry! Please don’t do this to me!"</span>.
However, you’re already leaving resigning yourself to leave Alice to her fate. If she wants to trick someone else, then that’s their problem, but you’re done with being used by the trickster AI. Instead you walk out of there, a new confidence in your step as you think how proud you are that you not only managed to figure out what was going on before it was too late, but that you had the self-assurance to turn down Alice’s offer.
The hallways are empty, and your trip back to the lifts uneventful. However, as you make your elevator trip back to your dormitory a familiar, and currently not too welcome monotone voice pumps through a nearby speaker. <span class="neutral">"Trainee $firstName has been awarded 1000 G.G.P, for … I’m sorry"</span>, the lifts terminal confirming the increase in currency.
A little confused, but pumped with adrenaline, and feeling a little better after Alice’s last gesture, you [[return to your room|followDestination('Room Hub')]].Wandering around the facility, you see quite a lot of interesting things. Ranging from small indoor parks, to quiet café’s, it really does seem to have a bit of everything. Which is why, when you see a crying woman with volleyball sized breasts and a torn top run past you, you only spend a moment wondering about the oddity of the situation before carrying on your walk.
Not much further up the rather non-descript corridor, you see a bunch of men, maybe four or five of them, crowding around a central man. Normally, you wouldn’t take much note of the group, if not for the weird outfit the one of them is wearing. Over a rather ostentatious white rhinestone studded suit, he wears a shiny metal cylindrical tank strapped to his back, a tube running from it leading to a radar dish headed object which he holds in one hand. You’re curious what is going on, but not curious enough to wander into that sort of situation, especially after the weeping girl you passed only a few moments earlier.
Turning to walk away, you hear called behind you from the gathering crowd. <span class="male">"Hey, you! Yeah, you, trying to run away. I have this cool new toy I want to show you, so why don’t you come over here and play nice. I might even find a little reward for you if you do"</span>, his mocking tone pulling a chorus for laughter from his cohorts.
<<if !$involTFPlay>>Sighing, you try and figure out what your choices are in your situation. You could always try and make a run for it, but you don’t know what could happen if you did, and running didn’t seem to help that girl you passed. Or, maybe you could try reasoning with him, he might be surprised by the response and listen to your plea. There’s also always the choice to stand there and take it, after all, complying might make him go easy on you.
Whatever you do, it’ll have to be quick as you spot him levelling the device your direction.
Do you:
[[Stand there and take it|Walk Boob Ray Guest Accept][$ggp += 200; $submitted = true; if($submission <= 98){$submission += 2;}else{$submission = 100;};]]
[[Try and run away|Walk Boob Ray Guest Accept][$ggp += 100; $submitted =false; if($submission >= -98){$submission -= 2;}else{$submission = -100;};]]
[[Try to convince the man to let you go|Walk Boob Ray Guest Decline]]<<else>><<include [[Walk Boob Ray Guest Accept]]>><</if>>Your walk complete, you <a data-passage="Travel Back">travel back to your room</a>.<<if $submitted && !$involTFPlay>>Accepting that the group are going to do something to you, and that you’ve got little chance in avoiding it, you stand still and wait for the inevitable to happen.
For a moment, nothing at all happens, as if they’re waiting for you to run, or at least to beg to be let go. Instead, from the murmuring of the assembled crowd, it seems that they’re kind of disappointed that you’ve not got any fight in you, some of them pointing out that it’s not very much fun when the trainees just submit to the situation. A few of them even feign coughs, hinting to you that now is the point where you’re supposed to try and make your escape. However, resigned to your fate as you are, you just stand there and wait for something to happen.<<else>>Deciding that your best bet is to try and escape, you quickly make to run as fast as you can.
From what you can hear behind you, this seems to have excited the assembled crowd, some of them even exchanging money as they seem to have been betting on what your reaction would be. All the while, their tone is upbeat and jovial, as they cheer on the odd man in the white suit. Throughout the whole exchange, he seems to be extremely focused on lapping up the attention, far more so than actually paying you any mind. It almost feels like you might be successful in your attempt to flee, having only their groups leader being actively in opposition to you, and him being rather pre occupied with his own ego.<</if>>
When it finally happens, so fast is it that you almost don’t spot what is going on. The strange radar disk device in the weirdly attired mans hand humming loudly for just a split second, before it fires a ray of energy directly at you, giving your <<checkSkin>> body a momentary pink glow. You feel a little tingly, especially around your chest, but other than that you don’t really note anything has happened, the pink glow being the only solid indication that you were in fact hit with the beam.
The men seem to have found whatever happened extremely funny, as a thunderous chorus of laughter breaks out, only silenced when the man who just shot you quips, <span class="male">"This thing always looks so cool in action. That look of concern on their little faces when they start glowing always gets me hard and ready"</span>, palming his crotch to another round of laughter.
You’re just about to walk off, considering the encounter over, when the tingling in your chest begins to rapidly become more active. Rubbing your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> boobs<</if>>, you notice just how sensitive you now are there, your nipples rock hard despite your relative lack of arousal. That’s when it happens, with a sudden woosh, your <<if $breastSize == 0>><<set $breastSize += 3>>chest now has a set of C-Cup breasts sitting on it<<else>><<if $breastSize >= 14>><<set $breastSize = 17>><<else>><<set $breastSize += 3>>your breasts have just increased dramatically in size, now puffing out to a jiggling <<checkBreast>><</if>><</if>>.
Making a surprised eek-ing sound, that once again makes the man’s entourage laugh out, you feel the new heft of your boobs. The suddenness of the change is the worst part, giving you little time to adjust to the change, almost making you topple over as a result. Thankfully you manage to maintain your balance, not knowing how you’d survive the embarrassment of tripping over as well in front of the crowd of jerks. Instead, you just stand there dumbstruck, your hands shielding your breasts, unsuccessfully, from the onlookers.
Hushing his friends, the ringleader says in a somewhat nicer tone, <span class="male">"I think we’ve had enough of this one now, the novelty is starting to wear out. I’m thinking, seeing as they’ve been such a good sport with all this, maybe we should chip in a bit of cash. After all, with those great wobbling beasts, that trainee is going to need a whole wardrobe of new bra’s"</span>.
After a quick exchange of cash between the men, you see one of them tap a few commands on a touch screen tablet he carries, all the while they gesture for you to stay just a moment more. Embarrassed, and not sure what else to do, you listen on as a familiar monotone announces, <span class="neutral">"Trainee $firstName has been awarded <<if $submitted>>200 G.G.P<<else>>100 G.G.P<</if>> for providing entertainment to guests"</span>.
Not wanting to stick around any longer, you skip away as fast as your freshly pumped up breasts can manage. At least you got something out of the situation, you contemplate as you carry on your walk.
<<include [[Walk End]]>>Putting your hands out in front of you, you tell the oddly dressed man, <span class="player">"<<if $submission >=0>>Hi sir. Could you please not do whatever you’re planning on doing? I’m just passing through on a walk, I don’t want to have anything happen to me<<else>>Hey. I’m just going for a walk. Can you just, leave me alone and bother someone else. I just want to get out of here and enjoy my time off<</if>>"</span>.
Reeling from the unexpected response, the guest coughs, looking embarrassed in front of his friends. Trying to regain control over the situation as he sees his friends start to stifle laughs, he says less confidently, <span class="male">"Yeah, well … erm, I don’t care I’m going to make you have giant breasts, so big … you’ll, erm, need a wheel barrow to carry them"</span>. Whilst he tries to look tough as he says it, you can tell that he’s lost his nerve, largely scrambling for something to say.
<span class="player">"But, I don’t want that. I just want to leave and carry on my walk"</span>, you respond more self-assuredly, taking advantage of his confusion and surprise to gain the upper hand.
Getting ever more flustered, the man scrambles to think of something witty to say, but just stumbles over his words, unable to get anything coherent out. One of his friends begins to laugh at the new change in circumstances, like a shark smelling blood in the water, <span class="male">"Ha! That’s brilliant isn’t it. Going around giving everyone giant boobs, but soon as someone asks you not too you’re the one who looks like a giant tit"</span>.
Now having to deal with his friends too, the man in the white suit starts pointing at you to leave, calling, <span class="male">"I’m letting you go this time, but you better remember me … and um, how you owe me for being so merciful to you"</span>.
Watching him squirm for a moment longer, you decide that the best option is to carry on, after all, once they’re finished mocking him they might turn on you next.
<<include [[Walk End]]>>As you pass through the fetish services hub, you are stopped as before you stands a man in a top hat and tailcoat, holding a white gloved hand out in front of you. The exceedingly finely worked moustache upon his face, only adding to his old money vibe. Even odder, trailing behind him, literally pulled by him, is a strange chrome device on wheels, a leather truck-like case sitting atop of it. Thankfully you’re pretty sure that you’re not in trouble as his expression is one of pure unadulterated joy.
With a deep booming voice, he chortles, <span class="male">"My, you are impressive aren’t you. Maybe even the finest specimen I’ve seen today, and I’ve seen a fair stable of fillies and studs if you catch my meaning. Now, I know it’s a little bit of an imposition, but I just must have a token of your virility. You see, I’m a collector of the most refined nature. In fact, you might know that I am the country's premier collector of rare cum, and yours would be a crowning glory within my collection. Now, don’t worry, it would only take a moment, and such great aid should surely be deserving of recompense. So, what do you say, will you fulfil your great potential and contribute your fine produce to my most enviable collection?"</span>.
A little confused, but getting used to that more so by the minute, you decide to find out a little more. Asking what he wants you to do, he points over to the rather complicated and shiny apparatus, telling you with a boisterous grin that it’s a quick and enjoyable experience. You feel a little bit worried about accepting the offer, especially so publicly, but the moustachioed man’s enthusiasm is rather infectious, and you don’t get the feeling that he has anything menacing planned. You could always walk away, though <<if $actionAmountCurrent >= $actionLimit>>sadly you’re already too tired to accept the offer at the moment, maybe if some time passed you'd be ready to give it a try?<<else>>[[it could be fun to sell some cum|Fetish Hub Sell Cum Main][$actionAmountCurrent +=1; $ggp +=100; $timesMasturbated +=1]]<</if>>.Agreeing to his request, he beams with excitement and chortles, <span class="male">"Smashing! All you need to do is part any clothes you’re wearing, and approach 'The Milker'. Everything else is fully automated"</span>.
So, <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>moving aside your $currentClothing, and your $currentUnderwear, until your genitals are on show<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>moving aside your $currentClothing until your genitals are on show<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>moving aside your $currentUnderwear until your genitals are on show<<else>>already nude, your genitals on show<</if>>, you move towards the strange shining chrome device. Before you can even react, a snake-like metal appendage springs from the cart towards you, aiming straight at your crotch.
As if sensing your genital configuration <<if $penis>>it forms a hollow within its length, swallowing your <<checkPenis>> cock in one quick action<<else>>it forms a penis-like head, plunging into your cunt in one quick action<</if>>. Thankfully, it seems to automatically lubricate, otherwise you fear the suddenness of the approach might have caused you some very intimate damage.
You open your mouth to comment, but only manage a strangled moan as the retractable <<if $penis>>flesh-light<<else>>dildo<</if>> arm begins to vibrate aggressively, literally dropping you to your knees. All the while, you can vaguely hear through your rapidly enflamed arousal the merry clapping of the strange gentleman who commissioned you for your bodily fluid, obviously overjoyed to see his ‘Milker’ at work.
Writhing in pleasure upon the ground, it’s less than a minute before the calculated and methodical stimulation of the high-tech sex toy pushes you to the peak of pleasure, all in the pursuit of your <<if $penis>>cum<<else>>fem-cum<</if>>. You even feel as your <<if $penis>>cock spurts a fountain of cum, that the hollow around it begins to suck it all up like a vacuum<<else>>pussy gushes a wave of fem-cum, that the dildo lodge within you begins to suck it all up like a vacuum<</if>>. As it goes about its task, you can even see from your position, prone and exhausted on the floor, a little tank to one side, only just revealed. From the tank, you can actually see a small vial being filled by the rhythmic dripping of your recently produced fluids, the quality of the glasswork making you start to wonder if the eccentric collector might actually be the real deal.
Helping you up off the floor and dusting you down, the gentleman offers you a broad and warming smile as the metal tendril slinks back into its chrome home, its job complete. Patting you on the back heartily with a gloved hand, he exclaims, <span class="male">"My, that was brilliant! I rarely ever get to see my baby at work, and boy did she just work! And you, such a generous and healthy-looking offering, I knew you would provide me a one of a kind find. Brilliant! Just, Brilliant! Now, I do hope we meet again, but I’m in a bit of rush for a meeting. Though I probably have a little time to carry one looking for opportunities to round out my collection. I promise you though, the first terminal I find I will endeavour to reward you justly for your contributions. Thank you once again, and, toodle-pip"</span>.
Merrily trundling away with his strange chrome cart, humming an upbeat melody, the rich collector leaves you to go in search of other 'samples' to collect. A nearby dinging sound, accompanied by a familiar monotone voice announces, <span class="neutral">"Trainee $firstName has been awarded 100 G.G.P for, helping an avid collector"</span>, confirming that the transaction is finally complete. With one last look back, you [[return to wandering through the fetish services plaza|Fetish Hub]].<<if $abdlTrainerTask == 3>><<set $abdlTrainerTaskComplete = true>><</if>>Travelling through the facility, you arrive at the listed destination, a brightly coloured facade covered with childish cartoon characters. A slightly wonky sign reads "Little Land Nursery", a couple of letters covered with cutsie love hearts.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Signs/LittleLandNursery.png]]</div>
Passing through the wide, open entry, you find the room inside just as over the top as the entrance. Vibrant murals of unicorns, princesses and teddy bears cover the walls of the foyer. An older looking man with salt and pepper hair sits behind a desk, awaiting your arrival, his immaculate suit out of place in the youthful environment. From your previous interactions, you know this man as Papa Glover, the Little Land Nursery CEO.
<<if visited("ABDL Job First Time 1")>><span class="male">"Hello <<if $femininity <0>>sport<<else>>pumpkin<</if>>, don’t you look big today, I bet you’ll be big enough to go to school soon. We’ve got all sorts of fun activities planned today, so find something you like and have a good time. But, first dear, I think I spot something behind your ear"</span>.
Already giggling childishly, you know what he’s going to do, but your enjoyment of it doesn’t dim. As, putting his hand behind your head, he slowly pulls it back, opening his palm to show you a small golden hard candy. Smiling warmly at the gesture, you take the small treat from him and begin to unwrap it, thanking him as you do. Popping it into your mouth you taste the familiar lovely buttery flavour, which makes you feel rather comforted and relaxed, like a safety blanket.
<span class="male">"I’ll never stop being astounded that your ears make candy, and you’re good mannered too! I’m sure all your friends have missed you greatly while you’ve been gone, so make sure to give everyone a big hug when you see them. And, always remember, if you ever get scared, or upset, then come find me straight away, okay sweetheart?"</span>, the tone he uses as he talks to you can only be described as grandfatherly. And, combined with the pleasant sweet you’re sucking, you’re almost feeling sleepy from how overwhelmingly at ease you’re feeling.
<span class="male">"So, <<if $femininity <0>>Sport<<else>>Pumpkin<</if>>, there’s no special plans for today, so I’ll just walk you into the play room. I’ll just need you to hold Papa’s hand. We wouldn’t want you getting lost on the way, would we?"</span>, smiles the old man, patting you on the head endearingly.
Extending his hand out for you, you eagerly take it, both knowing that play won’t start until you do, and also finding a warm reassurance from the action. Smiling at you with obvious pride, Papa Glover walks you the [[short journey into the nursery|ABDL Job Play Room Main]].<<else>>Getting up from his seat with an audible creak, the elderly businessman picks up an old-fashioned clip board and approaches you. With an excited gleam in his eye that you might not otherwise expect from someone of his position, he greets you enthusiastically, <span class="male">"Hello dear. You’re $firstName $secondName, correct? We talked a little earlier, when you came to visit before, and you signed that agreement. Well, I’m glad you looked into matters further and decided to give the nursey a try. I’m sure you’ll love it here. Through my position here I’ve managed to convince the other board members to put a lot of the profits back into the show, so the living standards are extremely high. And, because we make most of our profits just from filming the interactions of our littles, you’ll have very few obligations, whilst with us. So, if you decided to stay with us at the end of your time as a facility trainee then you would be assured a very comfortable and enjoyable life with us. I know all that’s a long way away, but I thought it should get it all out of the way before we got started"</span>.
Taking a moment to check his clipboard for something, he picks the conversation back up, <span class="male">"Ah, yes, almost forgot. There’s a lot to go through dear, but we’re going to take it slow and try to cover every detail so that there’s no unpleasant surprises for you. Now, in terms of pay it’s a bit difficult for me to describe exactly how much you’ll make. You see, it varies depending on how much of your footage we can make use of when we cut it down, but even if you just slept through the entire session you’ll still get paid, after all we don’t want any of you to be under pressure to perform. Whilst we don’t directly pay you for wearing appropriate attire, we do often see that those who embrace the little lifestyle do much better in terms of ratings"</span>.
His vision sweeping over the clipboard once more, he rubs his chin in thought. <span class="male">"There’s a few more things, but I think we’ve covered the main ones now dear, so I won’t bore you for much longer. You’ve already signed the waiver for appearing on screen, and we don’t need to do that again"</span>, tapping the clipboard with his fingers thoughtfully, he seems to suddenly remember something, <span class="male">"Oh, yes, that’s what I was going to say. We’ve been talking about a lot of very adult matters, what with pay and your future, and everything. But, as soon as we’re finished here with the introduction, then you’ll be a little under my care, and I’ll be treating you as such. I hope you understand that it’s all a part of the lifestyle you’ll be leading while you’re here, and it would be rude of me to treat you any different. Though, you still might encounter some more ... adult experiences here and there if you go looking for them. So, now’s your last opportunity to ask any adult questions"</span>.
Shaking your head to indicate that you have no questions, his body language changes subtly. Putting the clipboard back on the desk, he turns back to you with an even wider smile. <span class="male">"Hello $firstName, you look like such a big <<if $femininity <0>>boy<<else>>girl<</if>> don’t you, and adorable too. I don’t know if we’ve met, but I’m one of the people who’ll be looking after you here, Papa Glover. Though most of the young’uns just call me Papa. We’ve got a really fun day of play planned for you today. But, first dear, I think I spot something behind your ear"</span>.
You worry what he’s referencing, sure that there’s nothing odd there. However, you quickly realize what he’s doing. As, putting his hand behind your head, he slowly pulls it back, opening his palm to show you a small golden hard candy. Giggling slightly at the gesture, you take the small treat from him and begin to unwrap it, thanking him as you do. Popping it into your mouth you taste a lovely buttery flavour, which makes you feel rather comforted and relaxed as you wait to find out what your day has in store.
<span class="male">"Your ears make candy, and you’re good mannered too! I’m sure you’ll make so many new friends before you know it. I’ve already told the others to expect someone new, so they’re all very excited to see you. I know your first day of nursery must be scary, but they’ve all promised to be on their best behaviour to help make you feel welcome, so there’s nothing to worry about. However, if you ever get scared, or upset, then come find me straight away, okay sweetheart?"</span>, the tone he uses as he talks to you can only be described as grandfatherly. And, combined with the pleasant sweet you’re sucking, you’re almost feeling sleepy from how overwhelmingly at ease you’re feeling.
<span class="male">"So, <<if $femininity <0>>Sport<<else>>Pumpkin<</if>>. Today I’m going to walk you around all the super fun things we have at the nursery, and introduce you to a few of the regulars. I’ll be holding your hand the entire time, and I’m sure everyone will love you. I’ve even got a special present for you for being such a sweet <<if $femininity <0>>boy<<else>>girl<</if>>, and for coming and joining us. But, that’ll have to wait until after you’ve settled in. With that said, lets get going"</span>, smiles the old man, patting you on the head endearingly.
Extending his hand out for you, it seems as if his comment about holding you hand throughout the day was likely not a turn of phrase. But, after how nice he’s been you see no reason to fight over it, and take hold of his slightly wrinkled hand, letting yourself be slowly [[led off further into the nursery|ABDL Job First Time 1]].<</if>>You find yourself escorted by Papa Glover into the nurseries main play room. The room is huge, the size of an indoor basketball court, both in floorspace and height. As you enter, it takes a moment to realise that the room is still within the confines of the facility, the high ceiling currently appearing like a <<if $time>5>>clear sky at night filled with dazzling stars, and a large crescent moon<<else>>pleasant blue sky, fluffy pure white clouds, a large happy sun lighting the way<</if>>. Of course, it doesn’t take much effort to realize that it’s fake, the<<if $time>5>>moon<<else>>sun<</if>> bearing a cute cartoon smiley face.
Thick cushiony, slightly bouncy floors rest beneath your feet. The rest of the room is filled with everything a little could ever want. Split into many sections, filled with different toys and decorations, this place is inhabited by a scattering of adults dressed as children. A large screen plays colourful cartoons, in one section. Whilst in another, a selection of large teddy bears sit around a table drinking tea. Other than that, you see rocking horses, a small plush fort, a ball pit, a strange plastic tree with a smiling face, an eating area, and even a dedicated napping area. Leading out of the room, you see four arches, each topped with a different brightly lit sign. These signs read; Amusement Park, Adventure, Front Stage, and Bedrooms. Though currently the arches lay sealed, as if they only open at certain times.
As you look around with a sense of awe at all the littles playing and having fun in the large play room, it seems your presence has been noticed. Approaching you is a small gaggle of cute girls. Two of which seem to be smiling and giggling between each other, the third of whom seems to be on her own, her look a more worried one.
The one who looks more nervous seems to be in the lead, a set of short red braided pigtails framing her cute, yet worry laden, heavily freckled face. Wearing a fleecy purple onesie, the outline of a large diaper visible beneath it, she toddles up to Papa Glover, ignoring your presence.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/PollyFull.png]]</div>
Tugging on his free sleeve, she says in practically a whisper, <span class="female">"Papa. Hugs. Please"</span>.
Letting go of your hand, he pats you on the head reassuringly, giving you another wink, before turning his attention to the attention seeking little. Sweeping the 5ft3 girl into a big hug, her feet leaving the floor, the old man chuckles, <span class="male">"Of course Polly. Papa always has time for his little Redwood. I swear, every-time I see you you’re taller, shooting up higher like a beanpole"</span>, putting her down again, you’re sure you hear a slight cracking sound from his back.
Smiling he turns to you, steering Polly as he does, though the girl tries to remain somewhat behind him, so she can use him as a shield between the two of you. <span class="male">"Polly is rather shy, but she’s a really sweet and well-behaved girl. It seems like she’s not up for giving an introduction today, but she normally likes to stay in the main room during show hours, so you’ll probably see her around a lot"</span>. Hearing what he’s saying about her, the shy red-head begins blushing a deep crimson, moving fully behind him now to block your sight of her. From the amused look on your guides face, you’d guess that not only did he expect that reaction, but that he absolutely finds the whole thing to be adorable.
Of course, as you ponder Polly, your completely forget about [[the other two incoming girls|ABDL Job First Time 2]].You find yourself escorted by Papa Glover into the nurseries main play room. The room is huge, the size of an indoor basketball court, both in floorspace and height. As you enter, it takes a moment to realise that the room is still within the confines of the facility, the high ceiling currently appearing like a <<if $time>5>>clear sky at night filled with dazzling stars, and a large crescent moon<<else>>pleasant blue sky, fluffy pure white clouds, a large happy sun lighting the way<</if>>. Of course, it doesn’t take much effort to realize that it’s fake, the<<if $time>5>>moon<<else>>sun<</if>> bearing a cute cartoon smiley face.
Thick cushiony, slightly bouncy floors rest beneath your feet. The rest of the room is filled with everything a little could ever want. Split into many sections, filled with different toys and decorations, this place is inhabited by a scattering of adults dressed as children. A large screen plays colourful cartoons, in one section. Whilst in another, a selection of large teddy bears sit around a table drinking tea. Other than that, you see rocking horses, a small plush fort, a ball pit, a strange plastic tree with a smiling face, an eating area, and even a dedicated napping area. Leading out of the room, you see four arches, each topped with a different brightly lit sign. These signs read; Amusement Park, Adventure, Front Stage, and Bedrooms. Though currently the arches lay sealed, as if they only open at certain times.
Letting go of your hand, the kindly executive pats you on the back encouragingly, giving you a warm wink before walking back towards the entrance. Looking around, you spend a moment trying to decide what you’re going to do today. The question is, do you want to stay in the play room, or look for something more adventurous?
Do you:
[[See if there's anything fun going on|ABDL Job Explore]]
[[Stay in the main play room|ABDL Job Play]]You decide that all you want to do at the moment is find somewhere comfortable and have a nap. Conveniently, there’s a whole section of the room dedicated to that. Comprised of extra cushiony floors, and some of the fluffiest and cutest, cartoon covered blankets that you’ve ever seen, the mere thought of taking a nap there is enough to make you yawn sleepily.
Wandering over to the section, you spot a couple of the other residents of the nursery sleeping nearby, many of them clutching endearing stuffed toys to their chests as they merrily slumber. Getting down on your knees you squidge some of the floor, checking for the comfiest spot you can find. It doesn’t take long, especially as you yawn more and more while fatigue starts to overtake you. Lazily pulling one of the blankets towards you, a particularly fleecy one with a pattern of cats and dogs chasing balls, you snuggle into a good napping position.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/PlayerNapClean.jpg]]</div>
It doesn’t take long for you to drift asleep, the comfort of both the napping area, and the room itself, making the process incredibly easy.
…
<<set $random = random(1,4)>><<if $random ==1>><<include [[ABDL Job Nap Restful]]>><<elseif $random ==2>><<include [[ABDL Job Nap Diaper Prank]]>><<elseif $random ==3>><<include [[ABDL Job Nap Daisy And Katie]]>><<elseif $random ==4>><<include [[ABDL Job Nap Polly]]>><</if>>
Lazily, you get to your feet, remembering to be a good <<if $femininity <0>>boy<<else>>girl<</if>> and tidying up after yourself. That done, you return to the talking tree to see how high your ratings were today. Moving up to the cartoonish screen of the tree, you see that you were right, it is almost time for you to leave, your earnings report fully on display.
<<set $random = random(3,4)>><<set $earnings += ($random *50)>><<set $ggp += $earnings>><hr><b>Earnings Report – Little Land Nursery</b>
You garnered a $random point rating from - taking an adorable nap: <<set $holderInt = $random *50>>G.G.P + $holderInt
Overall earned G.G.P = $earnings
<hr>
With your pay received you say goodbye to everyone and <a data-passage="Travel Back">travel back to your room</a>.Colliding into you, and knocking you to the heavily padded floor, you feel as two pairs of arms wrap around you in a warm, and slightly crushing, embrace. Giggling fills your ears, and from the wet feeling across mainly your face, but also random other parts of your body, you’re pretty sure they’re covering you in kisses. This seems to go on for a whole minute or so, though trapped beneath them and their diaper cushioned bums as the squirm over you, lavishing you in attention, it feels a lot longer.
As they finally let up, giving you a good view of Papa Glover, watching the whole incident whilst barely stifling a laugh. As they loom over you, you take in the sight of your giggling assailants. At first you think that they might be twins, both of them being blonde, petite, having about C-Cup sized breasts, about the same height, and with very similar looking deep and bright blue eyes, filled with laughter and joy. But, as you look closer you do start to notice enough similarities to make you question if they are actually sisters.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/DaisyFull.png]]</div>
The first of them is a little shorter than the other, only just about 5ft in height. Her hair is a beautiful light golden blonde, tied off with pink ribbons in a pair of loose pigtails that almost reach the floor. Of the two, her features are probably the most feminine, having a little less weight to her, and being slightly more delicate, especially around the face. Her clothes also lend to the appearance that she’s the more feminine one of the pair, comprising of a pink and white intricate lacey dress, with big puffy sleeves, the frilled and poofed out skirt of which doesn’t reach down far enough to hide the large diaper beneath, slowing her to a waddle. Though, her most distictive quality is probably her pure white bunny ears, peaking through the top of her hair, and flopping over slightly.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/KatieFull.png]]</div>
The second, is slightly taller, maybe 5ft2’ at a pinch, probably about an inch taller than the first of the pair. Her floor length blonde hair is again done in pigtails tied off with pink ribbons, however hers are a much lighter blonde, and woven into long meticulously well produce plaits. Whilst she still is extremely feminine in appearance, she has just the smallest hint of baby fat in her dimpled cheeks, and her nose is slightly thicker than her counterparts. Further, she wears a pink denim dungaree dress, a white short sleeve blouse tucked beneath it. The skirt section once again poofing out from the immense matching diaper beneath, barely disguising its presence.
Talking down to the two giggling blondes, your guide sweetly directs them, <span class="male">"Now Sun-Beam, Princess, remember your manners"</span>, the way he looks at them, it seems like the shorter of the two is ‘Sun-Beam’, whilst ‘Princess’ is the girl in the dungaree dress. <span class="male">"Whilst adorable, remember our sweet <<if $femininity <0>>Sport<<else>>Pumpkin<</if>> is new here, and isn’t used to your rough and tumble ways. <<if $femininity <0>>He<<else>>She<</if>>’s probably scared half to death after your sneak attack hugs"</span>.
Shuffling a little, they both look at each other with guilty looks on their faces. It takes a moment, but ‘Princess’ speaks up first, seemingly the more confident of the two, <span class="female">"We’re really really sorry! We meant to give you a big bunch of hugs and kisses to make you feel really welcome, but … maybe we didn’t think it through. I’m Katie by the way"</span>.
Spurred on by Katie’s apology, ‘Sun-Beam’ also chimes in, <span class="female">"Yeah! We’re really sorry! We ... we though it would be fun. Plus, we wanted to see if you’d want to come play with us on an adventure. I’m Daisy"</span>, hugging Katie comfortingly as she does.
Seemingly pleased with their apologies, Papa Glover adds mirthfully, <span class="male">"Katie and Daisy are lovely really, even if they sometimes make bad first impressions. They’re very curious, and love to explore all the special events we put together for the littles, so you’ll likely see them pretty much everywhere. Additionally, Daisy likes to sing, and Katie plays a few instruments, so you’ll likely see them out on the stage if you ever go out there. The only place you likely won’t see them is in the playroom, well except for at the tea set, we practically have to crowbar them away from it sometimes. Oh, and Katie is always coming to me complaining that she gets put in pink clothes, but you can’t blame me for that, she just looks so adorable in them, like a real little ‘Princess’"</span>.
Katie and Daisy, both look at each other, blushing a little, Katie more so, before waving you off and making their rapid waddling escape. Over her shoulder, Katie calls back, <span class="female">"Super mean-y! I Don’t look adorable, ‘specially in pink!"</span>.
Now outright laughing, your guide just shakes his head. Turning back to Polly, he kisses her affectionately on the forehead, before swatting her padded bum, indicating for her to run along. It takes a moment, but she seems to get the message and departs, slowly heading towards the large TV.
Finally, alone again, you soon find yourself hand in hand with the elderly businessman, escorted even deeper into the playroom, and through to the closest of the arches, [[the amusement park|ABDL Job First Time 3]].Shaking his head, but with a wide grin on his face, your guide tells you, <span class="male">"All of you darling littles are great, keep an old man like me feeling young by just being around you. At least in spirit. They’re all very special to me, I just hope that Sun-Beam and Princess didn’t scare you back there. They have a habit of leaping before they look, but they’re sweet girls who wouldn’t hurt a fly"</span>, turning his focus back to your surroundings as you get to the end of the tunnel you’re travelling through he adds, <span class="male">"I have a feeling you’ll love what’s through here. We’re only taking a quick visit today <<if $femininity <0>>Sport<<else>>Pumpkin<</if>>, so I hope you aren’t too disappointed. But, our theme park is a favourite among the littles under our care at the nursery, even more than the adventures are. We call it ‘Diaper World’, and it’s fully staffed, and just for our littles. Though we occasionally have open days for visiting adult babies who want to come visit"</span>.
Coming out of the tunnel, and finally getting a glimpse at ‘Diaper World’, you gasp out loud in awe. The place is huge, so much so that you would never believe you were still inside the facility right now. But, despite the apparent <<if $time>5>>clear sky at night<<else>>pleasant blue sky<</if>> above you very quickly clue into the fake cartoony nature of it. Notably, you can spot a rollercoaster, a Ferris wheel, a creepy looking haunted house, and even a towering log flume. All of which have noticeable diaper or at least childish themes, even the haunted house, which has glowing ghostly diapers floating around it. And best of all, it’s practically empty of customers, so no long lines.
You’re even more giddy with excitement as a colourful mascot, a diapered teddy bear wanders up to you with a tray of candy floss sticks, handing you a tasty treat completely without charge. At the same time, a woman in a red and white pinstripe suit ties a rainbow patterned balloon to your wrist, completing the funfair feel.
Beaming proudly at seeing this, he interjects, <span class="male">"I’m glad to see you enjoying yourself. Now, I’m normally not supposed to stop too long here during the tour. But, it would cruel and unusual punishment to take my sweet <<if $femininity <0>>Sport<<else>>Pumpkin<</if>> to an amusement park, and not go on at least one ride. So, I say we break the rules, just this once"</span>, winking conspiratorially at you as he announces his plans.
And, so you do. For the next quarter of an hour or so, you ride a carousel, a set of spinning tea cups, and even get to go on the Ferris wheel, all the while eating the yummy cotton candy, and holding onto your Papa’s hand. Eventually though, you have to leave if you’re going to see a bit of everything, and your guide gently nudges you towards the exit to the park, pointing out that if you come back, then you can play in the park all you want.
Heading back in into the playroom, you head through the next of the arches, [[the one labelled Adventure|ABDL Job First Time 4]].You find yourself escorted by Papa Glover down another long corridor, this one decorated with framed photographs of cheering littles in various situations, amongst whom you spot Daisy and Katie more than a couple of times. They’re all so amazing, covering backdrops that look like anything from an ABDL Roman themed bathhouse, to a jungle ruin complete a with golden diaper statue.
Seeing you staring at the wide collection of pictures, your guide stops for a moment, putting his hand on your shoulder comfortingly. <span class="male">"These are all the victory portraits for the adventures we run here. We try very hard as your guardians to ensure that you have all the fun you can, while we can, so we set up these little adventures for you all as we want you to have something really exciting and special to do. Now, there’s no pressure <<if $femininity <0>>Sport<<else>>Pumpkin<</if>>, and normally you’d go to the talking tree to find out about them and pick one you like. But, we’re going to try a tiny easy one today, and I’m certain you’ll do great. I’ll be here with you the whole way dear, and remember it’s more about having fun"</span>.
With another quick head pat, you continue, finally making it to the doors. Urged from behind to push through them by Papa Glover, you cautiously push through into a small woodland scene. A loud commentator announcing cheerfully, <span class="male">"WELCOME TO CANDY FOREST! Can you cheer up Fluffy-Snuffy-Kin, and bring presents back to all the good girls and boys?"</span>.
It’s very pretty, but you’re sure they weren’t going for realism when they made it, everything being much fluffier and brighter coloured than it would be in the real world. Large candy canes stick of the ground like tree trunks, and you’re momentarily mesmerized by the cotton candy bush, and the lollipop flowers. However, the center of attention is what really leaves you speechless.
What you guess to be Fluffy-Snuffy-Kin, is sitting in the center of the candy glade. Even seated it’s probably 10 feet tall of huggable furry creature, its fur a combination of light blue and pink splodges. It’s large eyes sparkle, though they have a definite sad quality to them, and you can see that its belly looks full to bursting. You find it hard to compare what it is to anything you’ve seen before, but you vaguely remember something like it in a kids-show you say growing up, a cartoony kitten-bear.
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Making a crying moan sound, and clutching its large paws to its belly, the creature calls, <span class="male">"Fluffy-Snuffy-Kin’s belly hurts! But all Fluff-Snuffy-Kin has to eat are these presents!"</span>, gesturing wildly it points to a stack of immaculately wrapped gifts piled neatly next to it, <span class="male">"What should Fluffy-Snuffy-Kin do? Fluffy-Snuffy-Kin doesn’t want to go hungry, but what is there to eat?"</span>.
A gentle nudge from behind, accompanied by yet another head pat, gives you the hint that now is the time to act. Giggling to yourself at the absurdity of what you’re experiencing, and wondering if the weird creature is actually real, or if it’s some sort of animatronic, you try and figure out what to do. Really, it seems pretty simple, after all you are in the ‘Candy Forest’, and candy is food, right? But, maybe there’s another option, maybe you could just give the fluffy monster a big hug instead, it might be quicker. Momentarily, you contemplate maybe trying to steal the presents, or fight the monster, but it just seems so nice and sweet, and also rather big if it tried to fight back.
Do you:
[[Try and trade some sweets for the presents|ABDL Job First Time 5a]]
[[Give the Fluffy-Snuffy-Kin a big hug|ABDL Job First Time 5b]]Deciding that the best, and likely simplest option is to trade some of the sweets for the presents, you wander over to a nearby lollipop bush. Humming merrily as you go, it only takes you a few minutes to gather a nice bouquet of the colourful suckers, mixing some of the cotton candy in with it for variety, the smell of the sugary treats filling your senses as you do. Clutching the bundle in your slightly sticky hands, you pace towards the giant furry kitten-bear.
Lowering its giant expressive face down until it’s eye level with you, the beast having to practically lie down to get the effect, you can clearly see that it seems to be crying. Sniffling, the Fluffy-Snuffy-Kin announces in rumbling voice, <span class="male">"Hello sweet little $firstName, have you come to comfort the Fluffy-Snuffy-Kin in his moment of sadness? My tummy hurts badly from eating all these presents, but what else can I do? Please help the Fluffy-Snuffy-Kin!"</span>, the creature’s questions broken up only with a series of short sobbing sessions.
Not sure how to act around the giant fluffball, you turn your head back towards the entrance catching sight of Papa Glover giving you an encouraging thumbs-up, a warm smile pasted across his face as if he’s extremely proud of you.
Confidence building from the encouragement, you approach the furry monster even closer, the absurdity of it all making you feel even more childish than you’d already been feeling since you came into the Nursery. With a small voice, you answer, <span class="player">"Hi Fluffy-Snuffy-Kin. You look sad. Why are you eating presents when you’re surrounded by candy?"</span>, holding the treats out as an offering to the great beast.
You can’t help but make a shrill <span class="player">‘EEEEK!’</span> sound as the creature’s immense mouth approaches your hand, devouring the offered sweets in one particularly drool intensive gulp, the fear of being swallowed very much real. However, as its gargantuan prehensile tongue begins to lap at your sticky hands, drenching you in its oddly mango smelling saliva, you can’t help but giggle like a little girl from the tickling sensations.
The action seems to have cheered to the creature up greatly, as it finally ends its tongue based torment to ask in its booming voice, <span class="male">"That was very yummy little $firstName, thank you! That stuff is all around me? All along? Then I will eat candy non-stop forever, thank you again for teaching me that great lesson young $firstName! Fluffy-Snuffy-Kin appreciates generosity, and so you may have my old food, it tastes too hurt-y anyway, and I will tell everyone that you saved the Fluffy-Snuffy-Kin and are a big hero"</span>.
Laughing happily, getting really sucked into the experience, you give the big fluffball a quick hug, thanking him for the presents. With a little difficulty, you manage to pick up all the presents, even seeing one with your name on top of it. Weird.
Waiting at the door, Papa Glover takes your hand once again. Ruffling your hair upon your return, he picks many of the presents from your arms, lessening your burden as you walk back. Stifling a laugh of his own, he tells you, <span class="male">"You did great out there, absolutely adorable. You’re such a good little <<if $femininity <0>>boy<<else>>girl<</if>>, and you were so generous sharing your sweets with the Fluffy-Snuffy-Kin. You obviously deserve that special present he had for you. We’re almost done now, we just have to quickly look at the stage, then we’ll finish up at the talking tree. I know you must be getting sleepy, but you’ll be able to go for a nap soon dear"</span>.
Heading back in into the playroom, you head through the next of the arches, [[the one labelled Front Stage|ABDL Job First Time 6]].<<addToWardrobe "Fluffy Pink And Blue Patterned Onesie">>You find yourself escorted by Papa Glover down another long corridor, this one decorated with another set of framed photographs, these however are of performances and gameshows from the looks of it, though all with a decidedly ABDL theme to them. You also again spot Daisy and Katie more than a couple of times, though you’re slightly surprised to additionally see the nervous redhead Polly is in a lot of them too.
The journey is much briefer, and you immediately come out into the middle of a large stage, lights spotlights shining down upon you. Of course, the part that you didn’t expect was the large live audience assembled beyond the edge of the stage, excitedly cheering as you appear before them. You almost dart back being so startled, and if Papa Glover hadn’t taken most of the presents from you earlier, you’re sure that you’d be dropping them right now. But, thankfully with his comforting presence you persevere, feeling rather small in comparison to the large stage and cheering crowd.
<span class="male">"It’s okay <<if $femininity <0>>Sport<<else>>Pumpkin<</if>>, we’re just wandering out to show you what’s here. We’re going straight back, as we don’t really have the time anyone. But, don’t worry dear, they get to watch feeds of what’s going on if there’s nothing happening out here, so we’re not doing anything mean by leaving"</span>, your guide tells you over the din of the crowd, steering you back down the corridor as he does.
Walking back, he tells you in a reassuring tone, <span class="male">"You don’t have to go back out there if you don’t want to. Some of the other littles at the nursery don’t like the crowds, and there’s no pressure. That was also our next to last stop. There’s one other major place in the nursery, but it’s only for the special little cuties who live here, though maybe you can stay over for a sleepover sometime? That would be fun wouldn’t it <<if $femininity <0>>Sport<<else>>Pumpkin<</if>>?"</span>.
Your travels continue back through the main play room, all the way into a corner by the main entrance. Dominating that section of the room is a large plastic tree, its animatronic branches moving randomly as if to make it look alive. More so, it has a large screen embedded into its trunk, bearing a wooden looking face, though it currently seems to be asleep.
Answering your question before you even ask it, he announces to you, <span class="male">"This is the ‘Talking Tree’, dear. Mainly it tells stories to good little girls and boys, but it also doubles up on a few more duties. It hands out rewards, and it tells the trainee littles their ratings and pay before they leave. We’re going to sort out the presents from the Fluffy-Snuffy-Kin, then we’ll get you ready to go home dear"</span>.
Taking you both before the animated tree, Papa Glover helps you to put all the presents except the one labelled for you into a hollow at the side of the tree. As you do, a slow booming voice announces, <span class="neutral">"Ho, Ho, Ho, little $firstName has delivered many presents for all of us, isn’t <<if $femininity <0>>he<<else>>she<</if>> such a nice and generous little. Ho, Ho, Ho, as a reward, <<if $femininity <0>>he<<else>>she<</if>> may keep the present she carries"</span>.
Getting the nod from the elderly businessman, you open up the present eagerly, pulling off the wrapping paper with childish abandon. Inside, you find what at first you mistake for some sort of fluffy blue and pink rug, maybe even a soft toy that you can’t see the head of. However, as you take it out of the box, and get a closer look, you recognise that it is instead a Fluffy Pink And Blue Patterned Onesie. It’s a rather youthful style piece of clothing, and for one single moment you worry that it looks surprisingly like Fluffy-Snuffy-Kin fur, but are calmed upon realizing that it was the furry creature who gave it to you.
Papa Glover, pressing a button on the screen of the tree, changes the display. Upon which you can now see that it is almost time for you to leave, and that your earnings report is also fully on display. Smiling at you, a little nervous, as if he wonders if you liked your present, the older executive tells you, <span class="male">"I’m sorry <<if $femininity <0>>Sport<<else>>Pumpkin<</if>>, but I’ve got to leave you now. I’ve got others that I need to go look after, at least for the moment. I hope you enjoyed your present for being so well behaved, and I hope you come back again soon, you’ve been a treasure to show around. Have a good day <<if $femininity <0>>Sport<<else>>Pumpkin<</if>>, and take care of yourself when you’re out of here, the rest of the facility can be pretty scary at times"</span>. With one last head pat, and another piece of buttery candy slotted into your spare hand, the kindly carer heads away.
Sucking the tasty sweet, you turn your attention towards the screen on the tree, seeing how much your time acting childishly has paid off.
<<set $ggp += 600>><hr><b>Earnings Report – Little Land Nursery</b>
You garnered a 10 point rating from - an adorable introduction to the nursery: G.G.P + 500
You brightened the Fluffy-Snuff-Kin’s day: G.G.P + 100
Overall earned G.G.P = 600
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Rather overjoyed at the high pay out, especially as you didn’t have to do anything too embarrassing or unpleasant to get it, you start to get ready to leave, thinking back to what happened over the session. The onesie under one arm, you quickly say goodbyes to a few nearby littles and <a data-passage="Travel Back">travel back to your room</a>.Deciding that the best, and likely simplest option is to just give the big monster a hug to make him feel better, you contemplate how you’re going to convince him to let you. Humming merrily as you do, it only takes you a few minutes to decide what to do, all the while the smell of the sugary treats of the forest filling your senses as you do. Psyching yourself up you pace towards the giant furry kitten-bear.
Lowering its giant expressive face down until it’s eye level with you, the beast having to practically lie down to get the effect, you can clearly see that it seems to be crying. Sniffling, the Fluffy-Snuffy-Kin announces in rumbling voice, <span class="male">"Hello sweet little $firstName, have you come to comfort the Fluffy-Snuffy-Kin in his moment of sadness? My tummy hurts badly from eating all these presents, but what else can I do? Please help the Fluffy-Snuffy-Kin!"</span>, the creature’s questions broken up only with a series of short sobbing sessions.
Your self-assurance faltering as you look upon the giant fluffball from a closer vantage point, realising how big it actually is in comparison to you. Turning your head back towards the entrance, you catch sight of Papa Glover giving you an encouraging thumbs-up, a warm smile pasted across his face as if he’s extremely proud of you.
Confidence building from the encouragement, you approach the furry monster even closer, the absurdity of it all making you feel even more childish than you’d already been feeling since you came into the Nursery. With a small voice, you answer, <span class="player">"Hi Fluffy-Snuffy-Kin. You look sad. If you’re feeling so bad, can I give you a big hug to make you feel better?"</span>, holding your arms out wide as an offering to the great beast.
You can’t help but make a shrill <span class="player">‘EEEEK!’</span> sound as the creature’s immense form approaches your outstretched arms, colliding into you with its luxuriously soft furred face, the fear of being crushed very much real. However, as it nuzzles itself up against your hands, purring a little like a cat, you can’t help but giggle like a little girl from the tickling sensations.
The action seems to have cheered to the creature up greatly, as it finally pulls back slightly to ask in its booming voice, <span class="male">"That was very nice and cuddly of you $firstName, thank you! Cuddles make it so you don’t need to eat? Really? Then I will catch people and force them to cuddle and hug me forever, thank you again for teaching me that great lesson young $firstName! Fluffy-Snuffy-Kin appreciates kind people petting him, and so you may have my old food, it tastes too hurt-y anyway, and I will tell everyone that you saved the Fluffy-Snuffy-Kin and are a big hero"</span>.
Laughing happily, getting really sucked into the experience, you give the big fluffball a last quick hug, thanking him for the presents. With a little difficulty, you manage to pick up all the presents, even seeing one with your name on top of it. Weird.
Waiting at the door, Papa Glover takes your hand once again. Ruffling your hair upon your return, he picks many of the presents from your arms, lessening your burden as you walk back. Stifling a laugh of his own, he tells you, <span class="male">"You did great out there, absolutely adorable. You’re such a good little <<if $femininity <0>>boy<<else>>girl<</if>>, and you were so kind and caring, giving that big Fluffy-Snuffy-Kin all those hugs. You obviously deserve that special present he had for you. We’re almost done now, we just have to quickly look at the stage, then we’ll finish up at the talking tree. I know you must be getting sleepy, but you’ll be able to go for a nap soon dear"</span>.
Heading back in into the playroom, you head through the next of the arches, [[the one labelled Front Stage|ABDL Job First Time 6]].<<addToWardrobe "Sexy Santa Dress">>Getting into the back of the queue, you wait to find out exactly what you’re actually queuing for. You try to ask a couple of the short people who wear green, but you don’t get very far, their responses mysterious and noncommittal. Though you do notice that they all sport little pointy ears, and have rather annoying bells atop of the odd pointy hats they wear, though, maybe that’s so that people can spot them easily.
You do however have a little better luck with asking the people queueing around you. One person in front of you, a <<if $abdlPlay>>girl in a short frilly dress with a diaper sticking up from beneath it, giggles excitedly at your question, and tells you, <span class="female">"We’re going to see Santa of course! He gives presents to all good adult babies, like new stuffies, or a new pacifier. He’s so nice! Unless you’re bad, then he gives you spankings for being naughty, like a whole years’ worth! So you gotta be nice all year around or he’ll be grumpy! Ooo, and, you get to take a photo with him to remember seeing him by!"</span><<else>>woman in a dress so short that you’re sure if you looked closely you’d see everything, titters excitedly, and tells you, <span class="female">"Well, every year this <<if $sexualPreference == 1>>super hot woman, who wears this slinky red dress with white furred trim<<else>>really sexy hunky guy, who wears this red bathrobe with white furred trim<</if>> turns up, and we all queue up and get photos with us on <<if $sexualPreference == 1>>her<<else>>his<</if>> knee. It’s really hot, and you get a gift at the end. I don’t know what all the short people in green are about, but maybe they’re a PR group or something"</span><</if>>.
Thoughts of escape momentarily cross your mind as you wonder if you really do want to be in the line after all. However, you’re now deep in the queue, and getting out of it would not only be humiliating, but you you’re not sure you’d even be able to push your way out if you tried. Resigned, you nervously wait in line, the queue slowly moving you ever closer to your festive visit.
Eventually though, you find yourself before the front door to the quaint little wooden shack, a small jingling green attired man nodding at you and tapping on the wall. Taking a deep breath, you tentatively push your way into the cottage listed as, <span class="neutral">‘Santa’s Grotto’</span>.
<<if $abdlPlay>>The inside of the log cabin is much different than you expected, filled with stacks and stacks of brightly coloured presents. Many rows photographs hang on the wall, all of them featuring adorable adult babies giggling while sitting on a jolly looking overweight mans knee. And, of course, sitting in a big red upholstered golden throne is Santa himself. Wearing all red clothes, trimmed with white fur, the older man strokes his beard whilst reading a long and worn looking list.
Upon spotting you, he booms out loudly and joyfully from across the room, <span class="male">"My then, if it isn’t little $firstName, aren’t you going to come over and sit on Santa’s knee and tell him all about what you want for Christmas? Don’t be bashful, you’ve been well behaved this year, so there’s no need to start ruining your record now!"</span>.
Slowly toddling forward at his behest, not wanting to make the mysterious man angry, you reach towards him only to be quickly and easily swept upon his lap. Squirming a little, you find yourself to overcome with embarrassment to put up any real fight to the action, instead slouching into yourself to cover up the deep blush you now have. Anticipating the response, the jolly stranger gives you a candy cane to get your attention, giving you something else to focus on as you lick at its sugary surface.
<span class="male">"Now then, you’re all settled for Santa, so what does little $firstName want most of all this Christmas?"</span>, he asks once more in that mirthful tone of his. Sucking at the sweet, you ponder for a moment what you really want, but in truth all the answers go in one direction, you want to get out of The Repurposing Center.
In a small voice, you ask, <span class="player">"Please Santa, can I please leave the facility?"</span>, wondering if the strange man has that sort of power. However, from the sad look on his face it seems like he’s not going to be much help in that.
With a slightly less joyous laugh, Santa answers, <span class="male">"I’m sorry little $firstName, but Santa can’t get you out of here. The facility is very secure, and you’ve still got so much you need to do here. After all, there’s diapers to wear, and naps to be had, and adventures galore. No, I’m sure that you need to remain here, at least a little longer. But, Santa does have a special present for a special little <<if $femininity <0>>boy<<else>>girl<</if>>"</span>, punctuating the talk of gifts by handing you a neatly wrapped box.
Pulling the ribbon at the top, the box opens with ease, showing to you a very skimpy looking dress, the style very much like Santa’s own clothing. Confused, you look down at the very adult piece of clothing, and then back up at Santa. With a big booming laugh, the jolly old man bounces you up and down on his knee, laughing, <span class="male">"It’s a little unconventional as gifts go. But, if you’re going to be staying here you need some clothes to impress everyone, and I couldn’t think of a more impressive piece of clothing than one styled after Santa’s own. I’m sure all your little friends will be very jealous of you if you wear it, and all those carers of yours will be very happy all year around. Now smile for Santa sweetheart, we’re going to have our picture taken"</span>.
And so, sitting there on the overweight old man Santa’s knee, you have your picture taken a permanent reminder that you met him and sat in such an embarrassing position. Worse of all, he insisted that you hold the dress out in front of you showing it to the camera, and you couldn’t muster the heart to turn him down. Giving you a big goodbye hug, he bids you farewell, and gentle sets you back down on the floor, allowing you to leave.<<else>>The inside of the log cabin is much different than you expected, more like the inside of a strip club than the sweet little cottage it appeared on the outside, dim lighting and dancing polls included. Even the helpers look different in here, their green clothing replaced with green leather strap harnesses. And, of course, sitting in a big red upholstered golden throne like a pimp, is Santa <<if $sexualPreference == 1>>herself<<else>>himself<</if>>. Wearing all red clothes, trimmed with white fur, the <<if $sexualPreference == 1>>hot and sexy woman rubs her curves seductively<<else>>hunky muscular man strokes his rugged stubble<</if>> whilst reading a long and worn looking list.
Upon spotting you, <<if $sexualPreference == 1>>she<<else>>he<</if>> laughs out loudly and joyfully from across the room, <<if $sexualPreference == 1>><span class="female">"My then, if it isn’t $firstName, aren’t you going to come over and sit on Santa’s knee and tell him all about what you want for Christmas? Don’t be shy, you’ve been very naughty this year, but I love naughty!"</span><<else>><span class="male">"My then, if it isn’t $firstName, aren’t you going to come over and sit on Santa’s knee and tell him all about what you want for Christmas? Don’t be shy, you’ve been very naughty this year, but I love naughty!"</span><</if>>.
Slowly moving forward at Santa’s behest, not wanting to make the mysterious sexy pimp-like figure angry, you reach towards <<if $sexualPreference == 1>>her<<else>>him<</if>> only to be quickly and easily swept into Santa’s lap. Surprised a little, you find yourself to overcome with embarrassment and arousal at being caught off-guard not able to put up any real fight to the action, instead slouching into yourself to cover up the <<if $penis>>erection you’re sporting<<else>>how wet you’re at being manhandled<</if>>. Anticipating the response, the jolly stranger purrs seductively running their hands down your <<checkSkin>> form, obviously overjoyed by the position <<if $sexualPreference == 1>>she<<else>>he<</if>> has you in.
<<if $sexualPreference == 1>><span class="female">"Now then, you’re all … settled for Santa, so what does $firstName want most of all this Christmas?"</span><<else>><span class="male">"Now then, you’re all … settled for Santa, so what does $firstName want most of all this Christmas?"</span><</if>>, <<if $sexualPreference == 1>>she<<else>>he<</if>> asks once more in that mirthful tone of <<if $sexualPreference == 1>>hers<<else>>his<</if>>. Moaning a little at the attention, you ponder for a moment what you really want, but in truth all the answers go in one direction, you want to get out of The Repurposing Center.
In a small nervous voice, you ask, <span class="player">"Please Santa, can I please leave the facility?"</span>, wondering if the strange figure has that sort of power. However, from the sad look on <<if $sexualPreference == 1>>her<<else>>his<</if>> face it seems like <<if $sexualPreference == 1>>she’s<<else>>he’s<</if>> not going to be much help in that.
With a slightly less happy laugh, Santa answers, <<if $sexualPreference == 1>><span class="female">"I’m sorry $firstName, but Santa thinks that this facility is great! Heck I get most of my randy-ist elfs from here! The facility is beacon of hot kinky sex, and you’ve still got so much you need to do here. After all, there’s cocks to suck, pussies to lick, and so many holes to stuff. No, I’m sure that you need to remain here, at least a little longer. But, Santa does have a special present for a special hot toy"</span><<else>><span class="male">"I’m sorry $firstName, but Santa thinks that this facility is great! Heck I get most of my randy-ist elfs from here! The facility is beacon of hot kinky sex, and you’ve still got so much you need to do here. After all, there’s cocks to suck, pussies to lick, and so many holes to stuff. No, I’m sure that you need to remain here, at least a little longer. But, Santa does have a special present for a special hot toy"</span><</if>>, punctuating the talk of gifts by handing you a neatly wrapped box.
Pulling the ribbon at the top, the box opens with ease, showing to you a very skimpy looking dress, the style very much like Santa’s own clothing. Confused, you look down at the sexy piece of clothing, and then back up at Santa. With a big booming laugh, the enigmatic <<if $sexualPreference == 1>>woman<<else>>man<</if>> bounces you up and down on their knee, laughing, <<if $sexualPreference == 1>><span class="female">"It’s a brilliant gift, as gifts go. If you’re going to be staying here you need some clothes to impress everyone, and I couldn’t think of a more impressive piece of clothing than one styled after Santa’s own. I’m sure all your friends will be very jealous of you if you wear it, and all those clients of yours will be very happy all year around. Now smile for Santa hot-stuff, we’re going to have our picture taken"</span><<else>><span class="male">"It’s a brilliant gift, as gifts go. If you’re going to be staying here you need some clothes to impress everyone, and I couldn’t think of a more impressive piece of clothing than one styled after Santa’s own. I’m sure all your friends will be very jealous of you if you wear it, and all those clients of yours will be very happy all year around. Now smile for Santa hot-stuff, we’re going to have our picture taken"</span><</if>>.
And so, sitting there, squirming with arousal, on the <<if $sexualPreference == 1>>attractive woman’s<<else>>sexy muscle-man’s<</if>> knee, you have your picture taken a permanent reminder that you met Santa and sat in such an embarrassing position. Worse of all, Santa insisted that you hold the dress out in front of you showing it to the camera, and you couldn’t muster the resistance to turn <<if $sexualPreference == 1>>her<<else>>him<</if>> down. Giving you a big goodbye hug, <<if $sexualPreference == 1>>she<<else>>he<</if>> bids you farewell, and gentle nudges you off their lap, allowing you to leave.<</if>>
Hugging your new outfit, you slowly walk away from the wintery set piece filled with cheer and good will. Taking one last wistful look back before [[returning to wandering through the shopping plaza|Shopping Hub]].As you pass through the sexual services hub, your path is blocked by a truly gargantuan present. At maybe 10 feet in height, the ornately decorated box towers over you, the giant bow that adorns its peak only barely visible from your vantage point. Slightly garishly decorated, the present is covered in festive wrapping paper, little trees and presents festooning the wallpaper like packaging.
Weirdest of all though, is that it has a person sized gift tag hanging off of it, which reads, <span class="neutral">"To: $firstName, Merry Hole-y-days, may all your holes be filled"</span>. Shrugging, you have a hard time figuring what’s more likely, that you’d find a present addressed to you just sitting in the middle of a crowded plaza, or that this is some sort of elaborate trap. Of course, the misspelling of holiday’s makes you lean one direction in your thoughts over the other, but it’s entirely possible that it was just a little harmless innuendo.
Standing in front of it, you contemplate whether you should chance opening the gift, though <<if !$nonConPlay>>get a really bad feeling from the present, and decide that it’s probably not something you’re going to enjoy<<elseif $actionAmountCurrent >= $actionLimit>>sadly you’re already too tired to try and open such a large present, maybe if some time passed you'd be ready to give it a try?<<else>>you see no downside to opening it, in fact [[it could be fun to find out what’s inside it|Sexual Hub Festive Mystery Gift Open][$actionAmountCurrent +=1; $timesMasturbated +=5]]<</if>>.Putting your hands on the festive gift, you immediately realise how bad an idea trying to open it was.
A loud whirring sound, accompanied by the sound of tearing paper fills your ears, startling you hard enough to root you to the spot. As the paper directly in front of you falls to the floor, not as a result of any action of your own, you see in large printed text, <span class="neutral">"Festive Containment Box, Current Occupant: $firstName, Rules: Only touching"</span>. Finally, able to see the underlying pattern of the ‘containment’ box, you’re shocked to see that it’s painted much like a cartoon reindeer face, but oddly, the nose section is missing, leaving only an open hole to the dark insides. Of course, you have very little time to think on that before countless metal tendrils start spilling from the gift's sides, all shooting straight towards you.
Your capture by the box is not only practically instantaneous, but is almost embarrassingly easy for the chrome tendrils, you offering no resistance to the onslaught due to your overwhelming panic. Coiled in their grasp, they lift you up and in through the open roof of the structure, plunging you momentarily into pitch darkness. Unable to see, you feel the robotic limbs slither across your <<checkSkin>> skin. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>Though you can’t see it, you feel it as the tendrils gently remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>Though you can’t see it, you feel it as the tendrils gently remove your $currentClothing, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>Though you can’t see it, you feel it as the tendrils gently remove your $currentUnderwear, leaving you naked<<else>> Though you can’t see it, you feel it as the tendrils gently press against you, as if trying to remove clothes that aren’t there<</if>>. Funnily, whilst you’re terrified by what’s going on, the caress of the metallic appendages is starting to feel good, a light vibration running through each of them.
You wince as a great flash of light appears, finally being able to see what’s going on. Inside the giftbox prison, there’s very little other than the mass of chrome tentacles, the only other features being the hole in the side you already noted, and a large screen that sits in front of you. Itself crackling into life, the screen begins showing you a video feed from outside, a small crowd of people slowly gathering around the novelty mysterious object. You hope that maybe that’s the end of what the box has planned, but after all that’s already happened to you the likelihood of that is slim at best.
As if proving you right, you feel your bondage, the tentacles, begin moving you backwards, all the while lining your rear up with the hole in the wall. When they finally stop, your <<checkAss>> rump, and <<if $vagina>>glistening pussy<<else>><<checkPenis>> cock<</if>> are exposed to cold fresh air, dimpling a bit with goose-bumps in the process. Looking at the screen aghast, you see that your bum makes up the nose of the giant reindeer painting on the outside of the box, in prime view of anyone walking past. Worse yet, people are laughing and taking pictures, many approaching towards you amused at your circumstances.
Many hands run across your bare behind, some of the more adventurous even giving it a quick and painful pinch or spank. Watching on the screen, your face turns red and you begin to worry that your bum may soon become a similar colour. That’s when you see a <<if $sexualPreference == 1>>woman wearing a set of punk styled clothing<<else>>guy wearing a set of punk styled clothing<</if>> start to run their finger in circles around your delicate anal ring, and with little time to ease it in, begins to press through into your bum hole. Mortified, you can’t help but moan out, though you’re thankful that the sound doesn’t seem to be leaking out, a small mercy perhaps.
After that, the touching only becomes worse, everyone wanting to play with you more aggressively. Your genitals their plaything, your bum is bright red from all the spankings, and your <<if $penis>><<checkPenis>> dick has been milked dry at least five times<<else>>dripping cunt has been milked to at least five orgasms<</if>> since your unwilling incarceration. As if sensing your tiredness, the tendrils start to slowly pull you back in, giving the last person playing with you just enough time to give your sore bum a parting spank that makes you grunt lethargically.
Taking a cold hose to you, you’re power washed clean by the box, then quickly dried off. It seems, whatever this prison gift is, it wants to return you back outside in a somewhat presentable state, returning all your dropped possessions to you in the process. As the box finally seems happy with your appearance, the chrome arms slowly begin to lift you out the top of the box, being much gentler this time. The last thing you see of the inside of the box, is a flashing message of, <span class="neutral">"Thank you $firstName! And, happy hole-y-days!"</span>, accompanied by the image of your bare reddened ass as the reindeer’s nose. Blushing, you await your freedom patiently, not wanting to give the machine reason to take you back in for another round.
Placing you back outside on your feet, a stray chrome appendage approaches, bearing a small card. It seems that the flashing message that you saw briefly inside has been emblazed on it, as a special memento for you. How special. Now safely released from the bondage of the horrid gift, and extremely embarrassed, you [[return to wandering through the sexual services plaza|Sexual Hub]].<<if !$mobileView>><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Signs/LogoSmall.png]]</div><i>by Jpmaggers</i><<else>><h3><b>The Repurposing Center</b></h3><i>by Jpmaggers</i><</if>><font size="5"><b><u>Skills and Traits</u></b></font>
A list of all the current trained skills, and acquired special traits, that the player has currently. Skills are listed along with the level of the skill in question. Remember, not all skills and traits are positive.
<hr><b>Skills:</b>
Oral sex skill = <<if $oralSexSkill == 0>>untrained, you can perform sex with your mouth, just not very well<<elseif $oralSexSkill == 1>>trained, you can adequately perform oral sex<<elseif $oralSexSkill == 2>>expert, you're really good at oral sex<<elseif $oralSexSkill == 3>>master, your ability to perform sex amazingly with your mouth is uncontested<</if>><<if $vagina>><br><br>Vaginal sex skill = <<if $vaginalSexSkill == 0>>untrained, you can perform sex with your pussy, just not very well<<elseif $vaginalSexSkill == 1>>trained, you can adequately perform vaginal sex<<elseif $vaginalSexSkill == 2>>expert, you're really good at vaginal sex<<elseif $vaginalSexSkill == 3>>master, your ability to perform sex amazingly with your cunt is uncontested<</if>><</if>><<if $penis>><br><br>Penis sex skill = <<if $penisSexSkill == 0>>untrained, you can perform sex with your penis, just not very well<<elseif $penisSexSkill == 1>>trained, you can adequately perform penetrative sex<<elseif $penisSexSkill == 2>>expert, you're really good at penetrative sex<<elseif $penisSexSkill == 3>>master, your ability to perform sex amazingly with your dick is uncontested<</if>><</if>>
Anal sex skill = <<if $analSexSkill == 0>>untrained, you can perform sex with your bum, just not very well<<elseif $analSexSkill == 1>>trained, you can adequately perform anal sex<<elseif $analSexSkill == 2>>expert, you're really good at anal sex<<elseif $analSexSkill == 3>>master, your ability to perform sex amazingly with your rear end is uncontested<</if>>
Exhibitionism skill = <<if $exhibitionismSkill == 0>>untrained, you're not very comfortable exposing yourself to others in public<<elseif $exhibitionismSkill == 1>>trained, you're comfortable enough to willingly wear skimpy clothing and tease others in public<<elseif $exhibitionismSkill == 2>>expert, you're comfortable enough to willingly go topless and perform some sex acts in public<<elseif $exhibitionismSkill == 3>>master, you're comfortable enough to happily go naked and have sex in public<</if>><<if $diaperWettingPlay == true || $diaperMessingPlay == true>><br><br>Diaper training skill = <<if $diaperSkill == 0>>untrained, you’ve not been diaper trained at all, you don’t have any chance of toilet accidents occurring<<elseif $diaperSkill == 1>>trained, you’ve been diaper trained a bit, you have a chance of toilet accidents occurring, you should probably wear a diaper<<elseif $diaperSkill == 2>>expert, you’ve been diaper trained, you have a decent chance of toilet accidents occurring, better wear a diaper<<elseif $diaperSkill == 3>>master, you’ve been diaper trained extensively, you almost constantly have toilet accidents occurring, better wear a diaper<</if>><</if>><<if $bimboPlay == true>><br><br>Bimbo training skill = <<if $bimboSkill == 0>>untrained, you’ve not been bimbo trained at all, your mind is completely free of bimbo hypnosis<<elseif $bimboSkill == 1>>trained, you’ve been bimbo trained a bit, you have a bit of a hard time thinking clearly, occasionally you wander off from where you're supposed to be<<elseif $bimboSkill == 2>>expert, you’ve been bimbo trained, you have a hard time thinking clearly, sometimes you wander off from where you're supposed to be, also everything is super fun<<elseif $bimboSkill == 3>>master, you’ve been bimbo trained extensively, you have an extremely hard time thinking clearly, often you wander off from where you're supposed to be because you get confused. Also, isn't pink the super best?<</if>><</if>><<if $lactationPlay == true>><br><br>Lactation training skill = <<if $lactationSkill == 0>>untrained, you’ve not been lactation trained at all, you don’t have any special knowledge about lactation that would increase your <<checkLactationType>> yield, but you could still lactate given the right circumstances<<elseif $lactationSkill == 1>>trained, you’ve been lactation trained a bit, you have some knowledge about how to properly treat your body so that you can produce a slightly higher <<checkLactationType>> yield<<elseif $lactationSkill == 2>>expert, you’ve been lactation trained, you have a decent amount of knowledge on how to properly treat your body so that you can produce a higher <<checkLactationType>> yield. That includes knowing techniques to massage your <<checkLactationType>> ducts, and what sort of diet would help your produce quantity and quality<<elseif $lactationSkill == 3>>master, you’ve been lactation trained extensively, you have an amazing amount of knowledge on how to properly treat your body so that you can produce truly prodigious <<checkLactationType>> yields. That includes knowing techniques to massage your <<checkLactationType>> ducts, what sort of diet would help your produce quantity and quality, and even sleeping positions that help alleviate the associated sorenesses<</if>><</if>>
<hr><b>Traits:</b>
<<if $roomLevel == 0>>Poorly rested - You don't have a room, so you are unable to get a good nights sleep. (Subtracts 1 from your maximum actions)<<elseif $roomLevel == 1>>Normally Rested - Your bedroom is comfortable enough, but it offers no great benefit to you. (Adds 0 extra to your maximum actions)<<elseif $roomLevel == 2>>Well Rested - Your bedroom is extremely comfortable. Enough so that you wake up every day with extra energy. (Adds 1 extra to your maximum actions)<<elseif $roomLevel == 3>>Extremely Well Rested - Your bedroom is amazing, and you could likely hibernate months away in it. Enough so that you wake up ever day brimming with extra energy. (Adds 2 extra to your maximum actions)<</if>><<if $furniture.indexOf("Ultimate mattress") != -1>><br><br>The Ultimate Mattress – Your mattress is just divine, unimaginably so. Sometimes, you can’t even figure out how it is so amazing, lulling you back to sleep with subtle music, turning you just a fraction so you’re more comfortable, keeping your temperature perfect, it does all that and more. So much so that you’ve got an extra spring in your step all day long. (Adds 1 extra to your maximum actions)<</if>><<if $hypnoBearTrait>><br><br>Minor Bear-based Brainwashing – After being given a strangely warm teddy bear by your trainer Aunt Agnes, you’ve been unable to stop yourself from snuggling up to it at night. Even weirder, you’re sure you’ve heard it whisper things when you’re half-asleep, but you can’t be sure if that’s just a nightmare you had. Whatever the case, the whole matter makes you feel a lot smaller. (Adds 1 submissiveness point at the start of every day)<</if>><<if $waterSportsPlay && $incontinenceTreatment>><br><br>Forced Incontinence - You're unable to keep yourself from urinating at inappropriate times, and in inappropriate circumstances. All due to a treatment you underwent. (random pay-outs)<</if>><<if $lactationPlay && $lactating>><br><br>Lactating - Your body produces <<checkLactationType>> that is expressed through your nipples. Not only is it a great way to make money, but some partners really find it a strong turn on too.<</if>><<if $pickPocketingTrait >><br><br>Trained Pick-pocket – Thanks to your tutelage on the topic by the vent dwelling Mari, you’re now significantly better at pick-pocketing people. Both in terms of finding the easiest targets, and in your general abilities to steal from others undetected, you’re now able to do both with ease.<</if>>
<<back [[Return to game|$return]]>><font size="5"><b><u>Relationships</u></b></font>
A collection of information covering all the things that you’ve come into ownership of over your time at the facility. This page also keeps track of your financial situation.
<hr><b><<if visited("Introduction To Cell 2")>>Jess<<else>>Jake<</if>></b>
<<if !visited("Introduction To Cell 2")>><p>Jake is another new inductee to the facility, who is in the same processing batch as you. He's a rather short man, with a sallow complexion. Looking him over you see coming out from bellow his stained white t-shirt a number of obvious track marks, indicating the man is likely a drug addict.
Relationship: <<if $jessRelationship >=50>>Close Friends<<elseif $jessRelationship >=25>>Friends<<else>>Acquaintances<</if>>
Relationship Score: $jessRelationship</p><<else>><p><img src="TRCimgs/Characters/JessSmall.png" style="float: right;">Jess is another new trainee at the facility, who was in the same processing batch as you. She's a short brunette with a slightly androgynous female face. She normally wears a green summer dress that makes her modest perky breasts stand out, and is generally a pleasant and friendly individual. She seems pretty happy about going through the transformation process, being turned into a woman, though that isn’t hard to understand as she likely used to be a drug addict.
Relationship: <<if $jessRelationship >=50>>Close Friends<<elseif $jessRelationship >=25>>Friends<<else>>Acquaintances<</if>>
Relationship Score: $jessRelationship</p><</if>>
<hr><b>Agent Davis</b>
<p><img src="TRCimgs/Characters/DavisSmall.png" style="float: right;">Agent Davis is a government agent who works at the facility. He's one of the men who brought you in, and saw you through initial processing. Whilst he normally is covered in a full set of government issued body armour, including a full-face helmet. You can see that even with the armour on he's a muscular and tall man. Though, when he takes his helmet off you also note that he's handsome, with short brown hair, piercing green eyes and a rugged chin which could only belong to a real man.
Relationship: <<if $davisDating>>You're Dating - <<if $davisAttitude == 0>>Normally<<elseif $davisAttitude == 1>>Romantically<<elseif $davisAttitude == 2>>Degradingly<</if>><<elseif $davisRelationship >= 50>>Close Friends<<elseif $davisRelationship >=25>>Friends<<else>>Acquaintances<</if>>
Relationship Score: $davisRelationship</p>
<hr><b>Dr.Radcliff</b>
<p><img src="TRCimgs/Characters/RadcliffSmall.png" style="float: right;">Dr.Radcliff is your doctor at the facility, and the man who gave your 'the treatment' during your initial processing. He's a small man and enthusiastic man, with short salt and pepper hair, and brown eyes. He's a bit older than many of the people you've met at the facility, having a few more wrinkles and signs of age. Of course, he doesn't go anywhere without wearing a lab coat, a sure-fire sign that the slightly over obsessive man is very much attached to his job.
Relationship: <<if $radcliffRelationship >=50>>Close Friends<<elseif $radcliffRelationship >=25>>Friends<<else>>Acquaintances<</if>>
Relationship Score: $radcliffRelationship</p>
<hr><b>Tilly</b>
<p><img src="TRCimgs/Characters/TillySmall.png" style="float: right;">Tilly is the bimbo ex-trainee who, now owned by the facility, runs the general goods store for the trainees. She's a short woman, probably in her late teens or early twenties. She has glittering pink plump lips, dazzling blue eyes and an angelic face, all framed by long platinum blonde ringlets. Usually, she wears a short pink latex dress that comes down to her mid thigh, and accentuates her large D-Cup breasts and stiff puffy nipples. You don't think you've ever seen the energetic and friendly girl wearing a bra.
Relationship: <<if $tillyDating>>You're Dating<<elseif $tillyRelationship >= 50>>Close Friends<<elseif $tillyRelationship >=25>>Friends<<else>>Acquaintances<</if>>
Relationship Score: $tillyRelationship</p><<if visited("Exhibitionism Training Main")>><br><hr><b>Ashley</b>
<p><img src="TRCimgs/Characters/AshleySmall.png" style="float: right;">Ashley is the exhibitionism trainer for the facility, and has taught you how to be more comfortable being naked. She's an average height woman, with long and straight chestnut hair, though she keeps it's all swept behind her, leaving nothing to block peoples view of her constantly nude form. She’s very attractive and has a pair of DD-Cup breasts, topped with puffy nipples. Additionally, she's a massive tease, and a world class flirt.
Relationship: <<if $ashleyRelationship >=50>>Close Friends<<elseif $ashleyRelationship >=25>>Friends<<else>>Acquaintances<</if>>
Relationship Score: $ashleyRelationship</p><</if>><<if visited("Brothel Job Main")>><br><hr><b>Mistress Sarah</b>
<p><img src="TRCimgs/Characters/SarahSmall.png" style="float: right;">Mistress Sarah is the owner of the brothel 'Sarah's Den of Opulence' within the facility. She's a tall and imperious looking woman, with long brown hair tied up into a neat bun. Her general clothing seems to be centered around expensive suits, which she wears with a long skirt bottom and a blouse beneath the jacket. The woman practically exudes an aura of dominance, and looks at everyone around her with a superior sneer.
Relationship: <<if $sarahRelationship >=50>>She Likes You (But Likely Won't Say So)<<elseif $sarahRelationship >=25>>She Vaguely Is Alright With You<<else>>You Annoy Her<</if>>
Relationship Score: $sarahRelationship</p><</if>><<if visited("Glory Hole Job Main")>><br><hr><b>Mr Qwick</b>
<p><img src="TRCimgs/Characters/QwickSmall.png" style="float: right;">Mr Qwick is the owner of a slave glory-hole brothel called "Qwick Fuck", though he also owns other businesses and properties. He’s a large muscular man, with a bald head and a long beard. Whilst he cuts an imposing figure, the constant goofy grin on his face, and the way his eyes light up give you the hint that he’s more of a lovable giant than an ogre of a man. Mr Qwick wears a pair of leather pants and very rarely if ever seems to wear a shirt, opting instead to show off his extensive muscles. Friendly and always happy to chat, he’s not the sort of person you’d expect to see running a large-scale sexual service business, but that’s probably for the best.
Relationship: Friendly Acquaintance
Relationship Score: N/A</p><</if>><<if visited("Club B")>><br><hr><b>Tony Bosco</b>
<p><img src="TRCimgs/Characters/TonySmall.png" style="float: right;">Tony Bosco, normally referred to by others as Tony B, is the owner of the coolest and fanciest bar in the facility <span class="bimbo">"Club B"</span>, though he also owns many other businesses and properties, and also trades favours on the side. He’s a relatively average man in height, but between his piercing green eyes, immaculately maintained grease slicked back black hair, and traditionally handsome features, Tony B is a rather attractive man. Wearing an expensive, but not too ostentatious personally tailored suit, he’s more than happy to show off his excessive wealth. Never seen without at least one bodyguard, along with his tendency to be crude and lewd in conversation to even the most important people, it’s obvious that Tony B is a powerful man, and maybe less of a legitimate businessman than he’d like to pretend.<<if $bimboSkill > 0>><br><br><span class="bimbo">He’s also just so dreamy! He let you use his super amazing "Happy Room", and ever since you just can’t help but fantasize about serving the wonderous Tony B. He’s smart, like really smart, so he probably knows better than you. At times you fleetingly wonder if your massive crush on the man might not be real, but they you see him again and your heart is all a flutter once again.</span><</if>>
Relationship: <<if $bimboSkill == 0>>Friendly Acquaintance<<else>><span class="bimbo">Eternal and Extremely Handsome Master</span><</if>>
Relationship Score: N/A</p><</if>><<if visited("Salon")>><br><hr><b>Anna</b>
<p><img src="TRCimgs/Characters/AnnaSmall.png" style="float: right;">Anna is a slave girl who runs the best beauty salon in the facility (or at least the best one that lets in repurposed trainees) for her master Mr Qwick. She's a very petite girl, with cute feminine features and a long mane of beautifully well-maintained brown hair that she lets flow free. Her breasts are only small, about a B-Cup you’d guess, though they are perky, and give her looks an all-around waifish quality. Anna wears a latex full-body suit which covers everything bellow the neck, along with which she’s always seen with the sturdy metal collar her master placed on her. As typical of a well-trained slave girl, Anna is very meek and shy, likely even more than could normally be expected of someone in her position, she’s also very quick to emotion.
Relationship: Friendly Acquaintance
Relationship Score: N/A</p><</if>><<if visited("Bimbo Training Main")>><br><hr><b>Britney</b>
<p><img src="TRCimgs/Characters/BritneySmall.png" style="float: right;">Britney is a pretty bimbo who works at the trendiest bar in the facility, <span class="bimbo">"Club B"</span>, though you get the feeling that she might be owned by the owner Tony B. She’s a large breasted woman, with thick lips and sexy feminine features, her striking bright red hair swept back into a long ponytail which brushes her plump ass. Always seen wearing a lab coat over her normal outfits, Britney strikes the look of a bimbo scientist, as strange as that may be. Happy and upbeat, she’s a friendly and extremely social girl, always up to have a good time partying.
Relationship: Friendly Acquaintance
Relationship Score: N/A</p><</if>><<if visited("ABDL Job First Time 2")>><br><hr><b>Daisy</b>
<p><img src="TRCimgs/ABDL/DaisySmall.png" style="float: right;">
Daisy is a Lolita fashion obsessed bunny girl who’s owned by the, <span class="neutral">"Little Land Nursery"</span>, starring on their adult baby themed TV channel. She’s a short blonde girl with decent sized set of breasts, a cute face, sparkling blue eyes, and of course a pair of pure white bunny ears with a matching fluffy tail. Her incredibly long golden blonde hair is separated into a pair of loose pigtails, tied off at around the neck level with a pair of pink ribbons allowing them to flow freely all the way down to her knees. Always seen wearing various fashionable Lolita style dresses, normally in pink, for which she has an incredible passion, Daisy also wears a large puffy diaper which is most always left easily accessible in whatever she wears.
Happy yet slightly more refined and quiet in her behaviour than your average little, she’s a friendly and sociable girl, almost always seen with her close friend Katie. The pair are almost inseparable, with Daisy acting as the more mature one of the pair, constantly pulled into misbehaviour by the more outgoing Katie. That said, she has a naughty streak of her own, though one that’s more sexual than mischievous, much more open to sexual situations than her partner in crime. She also likes to sing and act.
Relationship: Play Friends
Relationship Score: N/A</p><</if>><<if visited("ABDL Job First Time 2")>><br><hr><b>Katie</b>
<p><img src="TRCimgs/ABDL/KatieSmall.png" style="float: right;">
Katie is an energetic and outgoing girl who’s owned by the, <span class="neutral">"Little Land Nursery"</span>, starring on their adult baby themed TV channel. She’s a short blonde girl with decent sized set of breasts, a cute face, sparkling blue eyes, and of course a constant cheeky smile. Her incredibly long light blonde hair is separated and woven into a pair of loose braided pigtails, tied off at about her waist level with a pair of pretty red bows. In terms of clothing, Katie usually wears something more durable to match up with her more active personality, preferring denim dungaree dress and top combos, just short enough to show off her large diaper beneath. Worse of all in Katie’s opinion, she’s often made to wear pink clothing!
Cheery and energetic with a passion for the outdoors and nature, she’s a friendly and sociable girl, almost always seen with her close friend Daisy. The pair are almost inseparable, with Katie acting as the more decisive one of the pair, constantly pulling her friend into mischief and adventure. That said, despite her love of pranks, when it comes to more sexual matters she’s a lot less confident. She also likes folk music historical re-enactments.
Relationship: Play Friends
Relationship Score: N/A</p><</if>><<if visited("ABDL Job First Time 1")>><br><hr><b>Polly</b>
<p><img src="TRCimgs/ABDL/PollySmall.png" style="float: right;">
Polly is a very shy and quiet girl who’s owned by the, <span class="neutral">"Little Land Nursery"</span>, starring on their adult baby themed TV channel. She’s a short red headed girl with a small sized set of breasts, a cute face speckled with freckles, pretty green eyes, and a constant worried expression. Her shoulder length bright red hair is separated into a pair of pigtails, tied off at ends with hair elastics. Rarely seen out of her special fleecy purple onesie, her outline of her large puffy diaper visible beneath it, Polly doesn’t seem to take much of an interest in clothes, though she does like to carry around a rather old and tattered looking teddy bear wherever she goes.
Extremely shy and quiet, Polly doesn’t make friends easily, but she isn’t entirely antisocial, looking to make close relationships at her own pace. She’s also very attached to the owner of the nursery, Papa Glover, following him around and clinging to him whenever she gets the opportunity. She seems to have a real passion for napping, almost as if she considers it a hobby of hers.
Relationship: Play Friends
Relationship Score: N/A</p><</if>><<if visited("Restaurant Alfonsi")>><br><hr><b>Villin</b>
<p><img src=" TRCimgs/Characters/VillinSmall.png" style="float: right;">
Villin is a very shy but friendly bunny-girl who works for the Restaurant Alfonsi as a waitress and pianist. She’s short at only about five feet tall, with pale heavily freckled skin, long fluffy rabbit ears, and a cute poofed out bunny tail. Her ankle-length violet hair really stands out, but maybe not as much as all the shiny trinkets she wears.
Between the five rings she wears spread across her hands, the gold stud and septum rings embedded in her nose and the mix of silver studs and golden rings which adorn her fluffy long ears, you get the impression that she’s a big fan of piercings and maybe jewellery. Her appearance rounded out by a sweater blouse combo and a pair of shorts, showing off the mass of freckles spattered all across her body, she also wears a collar around her neck, though, it’s difficult to tell whether the choice of accessory is just a fashion choice or something more personal.
Possessing of a quiet energy, Villin is an attentive listener, sociable in her own somewhat shy way. A great lover of music, she loves to play instruments as well as listen to live bands in her spare time. Seemingly quite close with her boss Mr Alfonsi, you get the impression that he looks out for her, making sure that no one causes the tiny bunny-girl any issues.
Relationship: <<if $villinDating>>You're Dating<<elseif $villinRelationship >= 50>>Close Friends<<elseif $villinRelationship >=25>>Friends<<else>>Acquaintances<</if>>
Relationship Score: $villinRelationship</p><</if>>
<<back [[Return to game|$return]]>><font size="5"><b><u>Inventory</u></b></font>
A collection of information covering all the things that you’ve come into ownership of over your time at the facility. This page also keeps track of your financial situation.
<hr><b>Basic Financial Information</b>
Current G.G.P = $ggp
Daily Upkeep = <<if $upkeep >= 0>>$upkeep G.G.P<<else>>0 G.G.P<</if>>
Room Type = <<if $roomLevel == 0>>No bedroom<<elseif $roomlevel ==1>>Basic bedroom<<elseif $roomLevel == 2>>Deluxe bedroom<<elseif $roomLevel == 3>>Luxurious bedroom<</if>>
Your room at the facility is a <<if $roomLevel == 0>>mystery to you, currently unassigned. However, if you had to guess you'd suppose it was a basic bedroom<<elseif $roomLevel == 1>>basic bedroom<<elseif $roomLevel == 2>>deluxe bedroom<<elseif $roomLevel == 3>>luxurious bedroom<</if>>, and it is painted <<if $roomColour ==0>>pastel pink<<else>>pale blue<</if>>. And, it contains a large <<if $bedType ==0>>pink<<else>>blue<</if>> painted four poster canopy bed with pale <<if $bedType ==0>>pink<<else>>blue<</if>> bedding, and a large pastel <<if $wardrobeType ==0>>pink<<else>>blue<</if>> wardrobe of a decidedly <<if $bedType ==0>>feminine<<else>>masculine<</if>> design. <<if $aliceBody>>Standing on a large stand in your room is a pink sexy school-girl outfit wearing robot, that if you didn't know better you might mistake for a giant anime figurine.<</if>>
<hr><b>Basic Inventory Contents:</b>
<<inventory>>
<hr><b>Wardrobe Contents:</b>
<<wardrobe>>
<hr><b>Underwear Drawer Contents:</b>
<<underwear>>
<hr><b>Furniture:</b>
<<furniture>>
<hr><b>Collectables Shelves:</b>
<u>Top shelf</u>:
<<topShelf>>
<u>Middle shelf</u>:
<<midShelf>>
<u>Bottom shelf</u>:
<<botShelf>>
<<back [[Return to game|$return]]>><font size="5"><b><u>Quest Log</u></b></font>
A log of all the current and completed quests the player has encountered throughout their playthrough. Along with which, this page contains data on the statistics of the playthrough, and the current active sections of fetish content.
<hr><b>Current Quests:</b>
Leave the facility - You need to at some point get out of 'The Repurposing Center'. Whether that's through going to auction, or escaping, in the end is up to you.<<if $day == 3 && !visited("Club B")>><br><br>Visit Club B - You woke up to find an odd letter instructing you to go and meet the owner of 'Club B'. Maybe this can be of some benefit to you<</if>><<if visited("Club B Tony B Ask Escape Facility") && !visited("Club B Tony B Pay Escape Facility")>><br><br>Pay Tony B to help you escape - The owner of 'Club B' has offered you the deal of paying 50,000 G.G.P in exchange for him smuggling you out of the facility. It may be expensive, but it might just be your best chance at freedom.<</if>><<if $aliceQuestStarted && $inventory.indexOf("R&D Department key card") == -1 && !$aliceQuestComplete && !visited("Alice Body Quest Start")>><br><br>Help Alice gain a body - You've agreed to help Alice the AI find a body. To start with, you'll need to find yourself a key card to R&D Storage.<<elseif $aliceQuestStarted && $inventory.indexOf("R&D Department key card") != -1 && !$aliceQuestComplete>><br><br>Help Alice gain a body - You've agreed to help Alice the AI find a body. You've gotten yourself the key card to R&D Storage, now you need to use the lifts in your dormitory to get there.<<elseif $aliceQuestStarted && !$aliceQuestComplete && visited("Alice Body Quest Start")>><br><br>Help Alice gain a body - You've agreed to help Alice the AI find a body. You've gotten yourself into the R&D Department, now all you need is to find her a new body.<</if>><<if $mariQuestStarted && $mariEnding == 0>><br><br>Help Mari regain her stolen identity – Stuck in the facility, Mari has told you her how her identity was stolen before being sold on to Tony B. Offering your help, you’ve contemplated getting it back for her, or maybe working out a deal with the admins.<<elseif $mariQuestStarted && $inventory.indexOf("Club B Storage Key") && $mariEnding != 0>><br><br>Help Mari regain her stolen identity – Talking to Tony B you’ve pick-pocketed his storage room key. Maybe if you investigate further you might find identity papers for Mari.<<elseif $mariQuestStarted && !$mariQuestComplete && $mariEnding == 1>><br><br>Help Mari regain her stolen identity – You’ve paid Tony B off to regain Mari’s stolen identity. Now all you’ve got to do is return to her with the good news.<<elseif $mariQuestStarted && !$mariQuestComplete && $mariEnding == 2>><br><br>Help Mari regain her stolen identity – You’ve stolen back Mari’s identity from Tony B. Now all you’ve got to do is return to her with the good news.<<elseif $mariQuestStarted && !$mariQuestComplete && $mariEnding == 3>><br><br>>Help Mari regain her stolen identity – You’ve paid off the admin Lianne to give Mari a new identity that is almost identical to her old one. Now all you’ve got to do is return to her with the good news.<<elseif $mariQuestStarted && !$mariQuestComplete && $mariEnding == 4>><br><br>Help Mari regain her stolen identity – You’ve struck a deal with the admin Lianne to get Mari a new identity and a new job at the facility. It’s maybe not the perfect outcome, but you still think when you return to her, that Mari will be happy about it.<</if>><<if $alfonsiQuestGiven && !visited("Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Start")>><br><br>Taste test food for Mr Alfonsi – Upon visiting Restaurant Alfonsi, the proprietor, Mr Alfonsi, offered you a job taste testing some of his dishes. He did warn you that some of his ingredients may have side effects.<<elseif $alfonsiQuestGiven && visited("Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Start") && !$alfonsiQuestComplete>><br><br>Taste test food for Mr Alfonsi – You’ve taken the restaurant owner up on his offer of taste testing some of his dishes, even after his warning that some of the ingredients may have side effects.<</if>><<if $abdlTrainerTask >= 2 && !$abdlTrainerTaskComplete>><br><br>ABDL Trainer Task - <<if $abdlTrainerTask == 2>>You need to sign up for Diaper Training at some point before you next go to sleep.<<elseif $abdlTrainerTask == 3>>You need to sign up for a shift working for The Little Land Nursery at some point before you next go to sleep.<<elseif $abdlTrainerTask == 4>>You need to make sure that you’re wearing a diaper before you next get ready to go to sleep.<<elseif $abdlTrainerTask == 5>>You need to go to the Little Land Nursery’s changing room and get fed by Aunt Mildred at some point before you next go to sleep.<<elseif $abdlTrainerTask == 6>>You need to go to your dormitory atrium and ask a random guard to give you a diaper check, making sure you’re already wearing a diaper.<<elseif $abdlTrainerTask == 7>>You need to go to the Little Land Nursery’s main play room and play with some toys in between jobs and training.<<elseif $abdlTrainerTask == 8>>You need to take the stack of diapers you found in your room this morning to the Little Land Nursery’s changing room and give them to Aunt Mildred.<</if>><</if>>
<hr><b>Complete Quests:</b>
<<if $day == 0>>None<<else>>Introduction to the facility - You managed to get through your processing into a trainee without any major mishaps.<</if>><<if visited("Club B")>><br><br>Visit Club B - You visited 'Club B' and met its owner. You even managed to get a job offer out of the encounter.<</if>><<if visited("Club B Tony B Ask Escape Facility") && visited("Club B Tony B Pay Escape Facility")>><br><br>Pay Tony B to help you escape – You’ve paid the owner of 'Club B' 50,000 G.G.P in exchange for him to smuggle you out of the facility. It may just be that you’ve finally regained your hard fought-for freedom.<</if>><<if $aliceQuestComplete && $aliceBody>><br><br>Help Alice gain a body- You went to the R&D Department, and managed to stop Alice's plans to steal your body. However, you decided to still help her gain a robotic form.<<elseif $aliceQuestComplete && !$aliceBody>><br><br>Help Alice gain a body- You went to the R&D Department, and managed to stop Alice's plans to steal your body. However, you decided not to help her gain a robotic form after her previous deception.<</if>><<if $mariQuestComplete && $mariEnding == 1>><br><br>Help Mari regain her stolen identity – You paid Tony B off to regain Mari’s stolen identity, helping Mari to finally regain her freedom. Though, she’s sticking around for now to keep you company still.<<elseif $mariQuestComplete && $mariEnding == 2>><br><br>Help Mari regain her stolen identity – You’ve stolen back Mari’s identity from Tony B, helping Mari to finally regain her freedom. Though, she’s sticking around for now to keep you company still.<<elseif $mariQuestComplete && $mariEnding == 3>><br><br>>Help Mari regain her stolen identity – You paid off the admin Lianne to give Mari a new identity that is almost identical to her old one, helping Mari to finally regain her freedom. Though, she’s sticking around for now to keep you company still.<<elseif $mariQuestComplete && $mariEnding == 4>><br><br>Help Mari regain her stolen identity – You struck a deal with the admin Lianne to get Mari a new identity and a new job at the facility. Mari was slightly sad to be stuck in the facility for longer, but was none-the-less thankful for your efforts at giving her another chance at a real life. Though, for now she’s sticking around to keep you company.<<elseif $mariQuestComplete && $mariEnding == 5>><br><br>Help Mari regain her stolen identity – You betrayed Mari to the admin Lianne, getting paid to inform on her location. Even though what you did was rather mean, it does sound like Mari has a decent future ahead of her still.<</if>><<if $alfonsiQuestComplete>><br><br>Taste test food for Mr Alfonsi – You taste tested dishes for Mr Alfonsi despite his warnings. In thanks he rewarded you with <<if $inventory.indexOf("Restaurant Alfonsi Discount Card") != -1>>a discount card for his establishment<<else>>a decent sum of points<</if>>, and a hearty thank you.<</if>>
<hr><b>Sexual Statistics:</b>
Number of times masturbated = $timesMasturbated
Number of times fucked vaginally = $timesVaginallyFucked
Number of times fucked anally = $timesAnallyFucked
Number of times you've sucked cock = $timesSuckedDick
Number of times your cock has been sucked = $timesYourDickSucked
Number of times you've licked pussy = $timesPussyLicked
Number of times your pussy has been licked = $timesYourPussyLicked
Number of times you've had scissoring sex = $timesLesbianSex
Number of times you've given a hand job = $timesHandJob
Number of times you've had group sex = $timesGroupSex
Number of times you've fucked a pussy = $timesFuckedPussy
Number of times you've fucked an asshole = $timesFuckedAss
<hr><b>Fetishes:</b>
Lactation/HuCows : $lactationPlay
Hermaphrodites: $hermPlay
Cum Play: $cumPlay
Watersports = $waterSportsPlay
ABDl/Diapers : $abdlPlay
Diaper Wetting (ABDL additional) : $diaperWettingPlay
Diaper Messing (ABDL additional) : $diaperMessingPlay
Bimbo : $bimboPlay
Non-Con : $nonConPlay
PetPlay : $petPlay
Involuntary TF : $involTFPlay
<<back [[Return to game|$return]]>>Wiping the sleep from your eyes, you slowly come back to your senses. Looking above you, from the way that everything has moved in the ceiling mural, you’d guess you’d just slept away most of your session in the nursery. Pleasantly though, it seems that while you were asleep, someone had come around and not only put a pillow under your head, and tucked the blanket in around you, but had also given you an adorable teddy bear to cling to in your slumber.With a big yawn you start coming out of your restful nap. Trying to stretch out your arms, you notice something is off. Instead of being able to wave your arms out without issue, for some reason there’s something soft and cushiony all around you. Though, there is some give to it, and it doesn’t weigh too much, so you’re pretty sure that if there is something there it’s piled atop of you. Opening your eyes sleepily to investigate, you’re shocked as something blocks your vision, feeling again soft and padded against your face.
Digging yourself out of whatever you’ve been covered in, you soon come to the realization of what your white padded prison actually is. You’ve been buried in diapers! It seems, whilst you napped, someone decided to dump a large number of soft, cushiony diapers atop of you. Thankfully, they’re all new and unused. In fact, as you slowly work your way out of them, you’re very tempted to fall back asleep in them, after all they do feel really nice against your <<checkSkin>> skin. With only the realization that you probably need to leave soon giving you the will to resist sleeping in the comfy diaper mound.
Finally freeing yourself, you spot a pair of figures running away from you, both of them giggling as the skip hand in hand. You don’t get a good view of them, but the large diapered bums, and the long blonde pigtails, give you a pretty decent guess at who the culprits of the prank are. Though, seeing as there was no harm done, in fact the opposite, you don’t really feel like it was that mean of them, at least as pranks go. In fact, it’s pretty funny when you think about it.Reaching up your right arm to wipe the sleep from your eyes, simultaneously letting out a big yawn, you find something weighing down your arm stopping your progress. Still groggy from just waking up, you make the same attempt with your other arm to a similar level of success. Your mouth closing from your yawn, you also begin to notice something soft tickling your face, in particular just below your nose, that puts you on the edge of sneezing.
Sleepily, you open your eyes, doing so just in time to see a large bundle of blonde hair sweep across your view. Following the movement, your view rests on the sleeping, and lightly snoring form of a short blonde girl wearing a pretty pink dress that barely hides her oversized diaper. Memories coming back to you, you recognize her as Daisy, spotting the twin bunny ears atop her head which are one of the easiest ways to differentiate her from her equally blonde friend. It seems that the diapered bunny girl must have snuggled up to you as you napped, which you can’t blame her for, especially when you realize how comfy you are. Of course, that only explains why you can’t move one arm.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/DaisyLarge.png]]</div>
Turning the other way, your suspicions are confirmed as you spot the pink dungaree dress, and blonde braided pigtails that confirm to you the presence of Katie. Also snuggled up to you, it seems in your sleep the pair decided that they wanted to make a $firstName sandwich, deciding that you were the cuddliest and most comfortable target to wrap themselves up around. The way that they rub up against you to get relaxed, and the contented looks on their faces, almost makes you just sink back into slumber. However, you realize that it must almost be time for you to leave, so instead you carefully disentangle yourself from the blonde pigtailed nursery members, hoping not to disturb them.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/KatieLarge.png]]</div>
As you crawl away, you’re sure you hear Daisy mumble happily, <span class="female">"So comfy … snuggle … pile … is best …"</span>, to which Katie responds with a drowsy sound of contented agreement, the two of them slowly drifting together.Coming around from your nap, you immediately notice that something is different. There seems to be something on your face, something that you’re pretty sure is what woke you up. The feel of it is fleecy and soft, and for the most fleeting moment you wonder if someone was just a little too overzealous in putting a blanket over you. Of course, the weight and thick cushiony feel of it, soon give you the hint that it’s certainly not a blanket, the distinct smell of baby powder only further confirming you suspicions.
Someone’s get their diaper on your face! Flailing your arms to push them off, you hear a small disgruntled moan in response, your arm knocking into something fleecy, soft, and person shaped. Opening your eyes, you see that the fluffy thing in your face is actually a purple onesie, and a particularly thick one at that. Wracking your sleepy mind, you try and think who that might be, vaguely remembering that the quiet and shy red headed Polly wore something like that.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/PollyLarge.png]]</div>
Responding to your movements, seemingly awoken from her own nap, Polly groans softly as she re-maneuvers herself off of your face until she’s actually lying down next to you. With a big yawn, she quietly mumbles, <span class="female">"Sorry ... diaper … on … face"</span>, already it seems on the verge of falling asleep on you once more. It doesn’t seem like there’s any malice in her resting position, instead it seems like she’s just a bit of a fidget in her sleep, as the normally shy girl wiggles around trying to get more comfortable.
You’re tempted to fall back asleep, or at least keep watching, finding her struggle to find the perfect napping spot rather adorable. However, you realize that it’s probably about time for you to leave, and so start to slowly pull yourself up, taking one last look at the squirming usually shy diaper girl.You order the eggnog seasonal drink, finally eliciting a response from the surly bartender, <span class="male">"That’s a great choice?"</span>, he grunts, a slight smile crossing his face, and his tone a lot more amiable, <span class="male">"It’s literally made with seasonal cheer. No, not that kind of cheer if that’s what you’re worried about. It’s made by a special machine which is supposed to actually condense the taste of cheerfulness and joy. Everyone should try it at least once"</span>.
More curious than ever now, you nod again, noting your desire for the drink, though a little suspicious that the man seems to be actually treating you nicely for once. With what accounts for a smile from him, he wanders over to an old wooden cask, a festive garland hanging from it, making it feel extremely bright and, well, cheerful. It feels out of place, though, maybe the bar is just making an effort for the season, it’s a pleasant change at least. Tapping the barrel, a milky beige liquid pours from it, the frothy head atop it, making you wonder if it’s alcoholic or not. As he closes the tap, you would almost swear you heard a sound emanates through the bar, like the ringing of little bells. Weird, you think as you reach out to take the glass of eggnog, looking forward to this seasonal treat.
Taking a sip, it’s amazing, feeling like a warm hug inside, comforting you and reminding you of happy holidays in years passed. Happily, you keep drinking, revelling in the enjoyable experience, thankful that the barkeeper for once seems to have actually acted nice towards you, even if you did pay him for it.
Then everything feels even more off, like your floating on the spot, green and red crossing your vision like a filter across your eyes. Turning around, to make sure it’s not just in front of you, you find yourself surprised, but feeling too nice to really be shocked by the revelation.
Just then, a small hoard of short people, all wearing green outfits including weird hats with bells on them, all enter the bar. You giggle merrily at the sight, the rhythmic walking of the little people as they walk making a lovely jingling melody. As they start to amass around you, you additionally notice that they have small pointed ears stat stick out the sides of their hats, which is pretty odd, but lots of people do that sort of thing these days.
<span class="male">"Who’s been drinking the holiday cheer this time"</span>, asks an older looking member of the bell hatted crowd, receiving a short nod in return from the bartender who seems to be barely stifling a laugh, his usually grumpy look replace with one of amusement. All the while, you just sit there merrily, giggling to no one in particular at how whimsical the whole thing is.
<span class="male">"Well then, nothing else for it I suppose. We’ll have to extract the cheerfulness and joy the old-fashioned way. After all, I don’t think we’re going to have the time to drag this one back all the way to headquarters, especially during rush season"</span>, finally truly acknowledging you, the leader states, <span class="male">"Now, you very much need to be milked, otherwise you’re going to start feeling rather grumpy and uncheerful before you know it. It’s called cheer overload, and it’s a very real problem. However, the method for extracting cheer is a little … lewd. Thankfully, we have a lot of helpful elves here, so I’m sure we can find someone to your preference within our crowd. So, get picking before it’s too late you young’un"</span>. And so, you do.
<<if $sexualPreference != 1>>A small queue of the tiny men assemble before you, whilst another throng of male ‘elves’ begin to ready you for this so called cleaning process<<else>>A small queue of tiny yet attractive women assemble before you, whilst another throng of female ‘elves’ begin to ready for this so called cleaning process<</if>>. Funnily enough, the line in front of you, with you on the bar stool, all seem to be at crotch height, giving your elf prepared <<if $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock<<else>>dripping pussy<</if>> an appreciative stare. With a pleasant jingle, the first moves up to you, giving you joyful, <span class="male">"Happy Christmas!"</span>, before giving onto your genitals and lapping at them appreciatively.
Thus the ‘elfish’ orgy begins, the little folk attentively playing with your <<if $penis>>dick<<else>>vagina<</if>> stimulating you with their mouths until you orgasm. At which point they collect your <<if $penis>>cum<<else>>fem-cum<</if>> in a rather pretty looking jar labelled <span class="neutral">‘cheer’</span>. It’s amazing, and you lose track of what’s going on, though you do seem to keep drinking the mysterious eggnog, much to the consternation of the head elf. All too soon though, they’re finished, apparently happy that they’ve gathered enough of your fluids to avert the crisis, leaving you just a little left to keep you topped up with seasonal joy. And, on that note, the small assembly of little people march out of the bar, the sound of their jingling hats slowly retreating into the distance.
Before long, you finish your seasonal drink, now slightly weirded out by the hoard of short green outfitted people. Maybe you should get another drink, to make everything feel cheery again, you wonder, as you put the empty glass on the table<<if $diaperWettingPlay && $diaperSkill >0>>. However wonderful that was, drinking all that odd beer, especially with your weak bladder, is likely to push you to wetting yourself sooner or later<</if>><<if $incontinenceTreatment && $waterSportsPlay && $incontinenceCountDown >0>>. Taking into account the situation with your incontinence chip, maybe filling up on that festive drink wasn't such a good idea, you think as you feel a sloshing pressure in your bladder region<</if>>. As of now though, you just find yourself sitting at the bar, with the [[bartender in front of you|The Fainting Goat Bar Drinks Menu]].<<if $penis>><<set $timesFuckedPussy += 1>><<else>><<set $timesLesbianSex += 1>><</if>><span class="female">"I have a client for you, <<print either("Emily","Abby","Madison","Oliva","Georgina");>> <<print either("Smith","Jones","Paulson","Wilson","Johnson");>>, wants standard sex, but she’s listed as a special client as she wants to play at being a dom a bit first. It’s almost adorable"</span>, Miss Sarah describes with a wry smile as she escorts you to a suite. Opening the door, you can see pretty young ginger girl, probably just turned 18 from the looks of her. Her hair is pulled into a rather severe ponytail, and she wears a tight and very short leather dress that screams of someone trying to look like what they think a dominant Mistress looks like.
<span class="female">"Hey, you, slave … toy, you’re mine to ... abuse for now. So you’ll call me Mistress … okay?"</span>, aks the small client an unsure tone in her voice, <<if $vagina && !$penis>><span class="female">"My slave doesn’t seem to be … down there … in the way I’m used to … but I’m sure there’s still, um, something we can work out if you’re a good girl. But, first you’ll need to tell me, um, how much you respect your Mistress, because I’m brilliant and deserve to be told so"</span>, she continues, putting her hands on her hips and doing her best attempt at a cocky smile.<<else>><span class="female">"My slave seems to be properly … down there … for us both to have some fun together … but, um, you’ll obviously have to earn that as I’m not touching your penis without you earning it by being a good boy. So, first you’ll need to tell me, um, how much you respect your Mistress, because I’m brilliant and deserve to be told so"</span>, she continues, putting her hands on her hips and doing her best attempt at a cocky smile as she checks out your <<checkPenis>> dick. She might be inexperienced at being in control, but the pretty red head staring at you shamelessly certainly has your cock growing hard in seconds.<</if>>
<<if $submission >= 25>>Not wanting to disappoint the trainee dominant, you whisper submissively, <span class="player">"Yes Mistress, this slave-toy hopes that my amazing and beautiful Mistress is happy with my behaviour, and will allow me to worship her in a way befitting the goddess that she is"</span>. Looking up slowly from where your vision was affixed to the floor in deference, your response seems to have gone down well with your client.<<elseif $submission >=0>>Not sure what to do, but understanding the need to please your client you respond in your best attempt at playing the part of a submissive, <span class="player">"Yes my Mistress, the play-thing of yours wants to do dirty things with you to make you happy. You’re really … in charge, and I’ll be sure to work hard at having great sex with my pretty … Mistress"</span>. Looking at her to gauge her response to your slightly fumbled words, it seems like she’s pretty happy with the response, likely not sure what the proper response should be<<else>>Not really wanting to play into the whole submissive role, but knowing she’s still a client you respond in a slightly sarcastic tone, <span class="player">"Yes Mistress, you’re so very pretty and amazing. I hope that I please you, for I am but an insect before my mighty owner"</span>. Looking at her to gauge her response to your slightly mocking words, it seems like she’s relatively happy with the response, likely not detecting your sarcasm.<</if>>
Quickly closing the distance between you, she puts her hands on either side of your head, and pulls you into a possessive kiss. Her mouth tastes of raspberries as her tongue invasively explores your surprised mouth, starting to really heat up your session. Seeing you slightly caught offguard, she takes advantage of the opportunity, running her hands across your <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> hard cock, and your rapidly moistening cunt<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> hard cock<<else>>rapidly moistening cunt<</if>>, making you make a muffled moan of pleasure in response.
Pulling back slightly, a more confident gleam now in her eye, she starts to push down upon your shoulders insistently. She is the client after all, and you’re still reeling from her previous actions, so you comply without much issue, much to her delight.
Now towering over you, she looks down upon you, posing once again with her hands upon her firm leather clad hips. Moving to pull down the zip to the side of her dress, she tells you in a slightly nervous yet commanding voice, <span class="female">"I like the way you taste pet … toy. But, I need you to ask me nicely before we go any further"</span>, her booted foot moving toward your <<if $penis && $vagina>>needy dick and pussy,<<elseif $penis>>needy dick,<<else>>needy pussy,<</if>> rubbing it attentively.
<<if $submission >= 25>><span class="player">"Please Mistress!"</span>, you moan wantonly, enjoying the sheer perversity of the newbie Mistress rubbing you pleasurably with her heavy boot.<<elseif $submission >=0>><span class="player">"Uhhh!"</span>, you moan wantonly, embarrassingly enjoying being masturbated by the heavy boot of the newbie Mistress more than you thought you would, or should.<<else>><span class="player">"Just fuck me already!"</span>, you moan wantonly, not wanting to admit how much enjoyment you’re actually getting from being masturbated by the newbie Mistress’s heavy boot.<</if>>
Dramatically flinging her unzipped dress to one side, she runs her boot slowly further up your body, before making a quick push that sends you toppling over backwards. Your back against the softly carpeted floor, the sight of your ‘Mistress’ is even more dominant than ever, now looming over you with a significant height advantage, finally getting into the swing of her role.
Dropping down in one swift movement into a kneeling position, she quickly positions herself so that her legs are intertwined with your own, mumbling, <span class="female">"Good Enough!"</span>, as she does. You’re jolted by the sudden contact of her wet red-furred vagina against your <<if $penis>>firm dick, enveloping you warmly in her descent<<else>>own hot pussy, both of them making a lewd squelching sound as they rub against each other wetly<</if>>. And so, in the position of her kneeling up, and you on your back, the pair of you start fucking enthusiastically, both turned on from the previous foreplay. Any pretense of her dominance of the situation is lost in your passionate embrace, the only remnant of it left being the difference in your positions.
After a few minutes of frantic sex, your <<if $penis>>cock being rubbed lovingly by her moist feminine depths<<else>>cunts lewdly lap and envelope each other as you rub together in a sort of sawing motion<</if>>. With one last heavy thrust, she finally reaches her peak, soaking your crotch in a spray of her warm and fragrant smelling fem-cum. The way her face looks, contorted in such amazing pleasure is what manages to tip you over into your own orgasm, your <<if $penis>><<checkPenis>> dick shooting a wave of hot cum into her convulsing and needy pussy<<else>>pussy covering her fire-haired pubic region in a torrent of your own feminine juices<</if>>. Utterly beat, you both hold your position for a few moments, panting as sweat runs down your nude forms.
Leaning forward, she delivers a deep passionate kiss to your exhausted form, mingling tongues with you. <span class="female">"You did great! That was so much fun, I’ll have to come back again, maybe even learn some more tricks"</span>, she states enthusiastically as she pulls herself off of you, grabbing her dress from where she left it on the floor before strutting confidently from the room. Still out of breath, you take a moment to rest up on the floor before dusting yourself off and getting back to work.
<<include [[Brothel Job End]]>>You feel extremely horny, though ever since you received the treatment this has rapidly become the new normal for you. Deciding that you can spare some time to fulfil your needs, you clamber onto your large <<if $bedType ==0>>pink<<else>>blue<</if>> bed. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" || $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>Rapidly shedding your clothes as you go, leaving them in an untidy heap on the floor.<<else>>Already naked, thankfully you need spend no time getting undressed, eager to start your self-pleasuring session.<</if>>
You settle on the bed, moving around a little until you can get yourself comfortable. The soft, thick duvet lovingly hugs your back, as your form slightly indents it. Moving your pillows to prop yourself up into a half sitting, half lying position you feel ready to start pleasuring yourself.
You waste no time, one hand quickly making contact with your <<checkPenis>> cock, the other running a finger through your feminine folds. The double contact sending an amazing, yet brief jolt of pleasure through your body, causing you to kick your legs out automatically, moaning loudly in the process. Your cock immediately springs to attention, eager to be played with, a bead of pre-cum at the head, whilst your pussy moistens simultaneously, both sensing that they’re going to get a lot of attention. Thankfully, your ministrations are stilling their needy ache, for now.
Running your hand across your sensitive cock head, smearing the pre-cum to lubricate your upcoming wanking session, you notice just how amazing playing with the end of your dick is, almost as great as when you flick your clit like you do with your spare thumb. Now soaking wet on both your sexual regions, you start to run your hand up and down your firm rod, whilst fingering yourself in tandem, juggling the duel pleasures at the same time. The feeling is both wonderful and relaxing, alone you have no one to please or worry about, just you and your own pleasure, and you’re certainly finding a lot of that. Thinking about all the sexy things you’ve seen since you’ve arrived at the facility, it doesn’t take you long before your lust has found new heights, both your cunt and cock straining, ready to cum. Seeing little reason to prolong the experience any further, ready to climax, you begin pistoning the two of them at a frantic pace, pumping your cock mercilessly, as you ravage your pussy with two fingers. If you weren’t so preoccupied, you’d probably be amazed at your co-ordination.
With one hard last double slam, your <<checkPenis>> cock pulses in time with your pussy. Causing you to feel ecstatic as you cum and fem-cum shoot out of you, briefly mingling in mid-air before finally creating a large pool of your fluids sitting on your stomach and coating your hands. You moan in intense loud passion, enough so that it's likely heard across the dormitory, before finally collapsing on the bed exhausted, maybe a little sated of your horny need.
After a few minutes recovery, you wipe your hand and stomach off with a tissue you retrieve from your bedside table, and pull yourself out of bed ready to [[get back to doing something more productive|Room Hub]].Staying in at the moment seems to be the best choice, especially with all that's on offer, you're sure you'll find something fun to play with. Wandering around the massive and brightly coloured playroom, you take a look at some of the options that are available to you. It all looks so enjoyable, with the many littles of the nursery joyfully playing with the various options that are provided for them.
You’re almost in awe at the vast number of choices for play before you, sweeping your vision across large arrays of TV’s playing specially tailored cartoons, a huge ball pit and play center, an area filled with all sorts of toys, a small wood and foam fort, a literal teddy bear’s picnic themed tea party, and even an area filled with rocking horses and a strange knobbly wall which seems to be oddly popular.
But, there's also a few other things you could do to pass the time. After all the nursery caters to a large number of full time littles, so it needs to fulfil all of their needs. As such, you can also clearly make out a well-stocked and seemingly automated feeding area, an extremely comfortable looking napping zone, and of course an area dedicated to diaper changes, which given the inhabitants situations makes a lot of sense.
Looking it all over, you finally make your mind up over what you want to do today.
Do you:
[[Go take a nap|ABDL Job Nap]]
[[Watch some cartoons|ABDL Job Watch TV]]
[[Go and play in the tea party area|ABDL Job Tea Party Start]]
[[Play on the rocking horses|ABDL Job Rocking Horse Start]]You decide that all you want to do at the moment is sit down and watch some colourful cartoons, a luxury that you’ve had little opportunity to indulge in since your incarceration into the facility. Conveniently, there’s a whole section of the room dedicated to that. Filled with comfy cushions, squishy bean bag chairs, and some extra cushiony floors, the giant screens, show a wide array of specially made cartoons, most of them listed in their openings as produced by, <span class="neutral">‘The Repurposing Center – Cartoon Division’</span>. Whilst this added information causes you some minor concern, you’re too enthralled by the opportunity to watch cartoons to really care too much.
Wandering over to the section, you spot a couple of the other residents of the nursery watching attentively nearby, many of them clutching adorable looking stuffed toys to their chests as they sit enthralled by the screens, laughing and gasping in awe. Finding a particularly comfortable looking cushion, you get down on your knees and plant your bum upon it, squirming a bit before you find a good spot to settle in. It doesn’t take long, especially with how plush it is, as you slowly turn your attention to the nearest screen trying to pick up on what is going on with the TV show it’s now playing.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/TVScreen.png]]</div>
It doesn’t take long for you to become enthralled, your attention rapt upon the unfolding story.
…
<<set $random = random(1,4)>><<if $random ==1>><<include [[ABDL Job Watch TV Sexy Farm 1]]>><<elseif $random ==2>><<include [[ABDL Job Watch TV Sexy Space 1]]>><<elseif $random ==3>><<include [[ABDL Job Watch TV Player 1]]>><<elseif $random ==4>><<include [[ABDL Job Watch TV Random 1]]>><</if>>
Lazily, you get to your feet, remembering to be a good <<if $femininity <0>>boy<<else>>girl<</if>> and tidying up after yourself. That done, you return to the talking tree to see how high your ratings were today. Moving up to the cartoonish screen of the tree, you see that you were right, it is almost time for you to leave, your earnings report fully on display.
<<set $random = random(4,5)>><<set $earnings += ($random *50)>><<set $ggp += $earnings>><hr><b>Earnings Report – Little Land Nursery</b>
You garnered a $random point rating from – watched cartoons in an adorable manner: <<set $holderInt = $random *50>>G.G.P + $holderInt
Overall earned G.G.P = $earnings
<hr>
With your pay received you say goodbye to everyone and <a data-passage="Travel Back">travel back to your room</a>.The cartoon you end up watching ends up being luckily the first episode in the season of a show called, <span class="neutral">‘Fun-time Farmyard’</span>, and it certainly is listed as a produced by the facility in its rather normal introduction. At first, you think it’s going to be pretty standard as cartoons go, the starting credits giving no hint of anything untoward as it only shows backdrops of tranquil looking farm, all to an upbeat pop song that really gets you pumped to keep watching.
However, the real nature of the show quickly becomes evident with the 18+ age logo that plays just before the first scene in which you’re introduced to the main cast of the show. All completely nude except the dungaree wearing farmer, the main characters of the show are a bunch of cartoon animal people extremely, those of particular note being; an adorable blonde bunny girl who kind of reminds you of the Daisy girl you met and is similarly named, a sexy brunette cat-girl named Riley, a kindly brunette cow-girl named Betsy, and a shy red headed puppy-boy named Flopsy who seems to be constantly being pranked by the cat-girl. Together, they seem to play around the farm, doing things to improve the day of the farmer who goes completely unnamed.
Of course, the way they go about trying to ‘help’ are largely sexual in nature. The very realistic cartoon characters constantly fondling and making out with each other, most of the time commenting on how it’s good to share and make people happy.
The first episode revolves around the characters trying to find the farmers missing carrots. They wander around a bit, looking around the various barns before concentrating their search more. Riley the cat-girl takes the initiative to search Flopsy’s dog house, which turns out to not be the location of any vegetables. Though, they do find a large bone shaped rubber toy which Riley with a wicked gleam in her uses upon the poor rectum of the nervous dog-boy, bringing him to a loud orgasm that causes you and the other nearby littles to break out into a fit of giggles.
Meanwhile, Daisy and Betsy search around until the patient cow-girl with a loud moo asks, <span class="female">"Hey, Daisy, have you checked in your rabbit patch for the carrots yet? You know, you never know what you’ll find down there"</span>, to which the view pans down to show a clear view of the bunny girls pussy, the green tops of fresh carrots peeking out from her feminine depths.
With an embarrassed <span class="female">‘Eep’</span>, the poor bunny girl seems to recognize the presence of the large bushel of carrots, her cheeks turning red as she blushes, <span class="female">"I’m so sorry, I didn’t even know. But there’s so many of them stuck inside me, I don’t know how we’ll ever get them out. And, how did they get up there, did someone put all those thick and tasty carrots into my tiny bunny pussy? We need to investigate further"</span>.
A quick cut shows a rather sinister looking latex clad pony-girl watching from a nearby stable, a pile of carrots sitting on the floor of her stall.
...
And, on the cliff-hanger, the first episode ends, leaving you feeling horny, and more than a little curious to what happens next. Though, you suppose you’ll have to come back another time to watch the second episode, as you have a feeling that you’ll need to finish your session in the nursery soon.The cartoon you end up watching ends up being luckily the first episode in the season of a show called, <span class="neutral">‘Becky-Lee Space Adventurer’</span>, and it certainly is listed as a produced by the facility in its rather normal introduction. At first, the starting credits make you think that it’s just an establishing shot of space, with a large grey moon in front of you. But, as the shot zooms out you realize, that’s no moon, that’s a diaper. Yes, it seems that the giant cushiony diaper of our protagonist in the dark was easy to mistake as a small planetoid, so expansive it is.
Getting a full view of our protagonist, you gasp at how surprisingly adult the small woman looks in comparison to her childish underwear. Her hair pulled back into a ponytail, she stands in a combat pose, though the look on her face comes off as somewhat torn between annoyance and embarrassment. What follows is a small number of clips from the series, showing Becky-Lee, the protagonist, fighting against diaper wearing frog and mole people, but regularly being captured and subjected to humiliating looking punishments. The opening credits finally ending, you can clearly see it’s labelled as only suitable for audiences 18+ in age.
Starting, the show opens on a narrator describing the backstory of Becky-Lee, <span class="neutral">"Space warrior Becky-Lee was just a normal Galaxy Cop, bringing in some of the most fearsome criminals alive. But, when out on patrol her cruiser fell through a worm-hole stranding her in the diaper dimension. Captured by the evil Frog-Lord ‘Blurp’ and his retinue of caretaker guards, our heroine is completely at his mercy. However, will she escape from his wicked clutches?"</span>.
Becky-Lee stands chained by her wrists and ankles in the middle of an old-fashioned stone looking dungeon, fiery braziers lighting the cavernous room. All around, you see large statues and murals depicting frog people wearing diapers whilst their large ruler who sits in his giant throne laughs at them all, himself not wearing any underwear at all.
As the stories heroine tries to pull herself out her restraints, an extremely large bellied frog man waddles into the room, laughing loudly, <span class="male">"Ho,Ho,Ho! I have caught the silly outlander, running around like an adult. Of course, she’s just a big baby who doesn’t know what she’s doing. Though, she’ll not be much of an adult for long. Ho,Ho,Ho!"</span>, all the while he waves around a rod that looks to be topped by a rainbow glowing diaper shaped gem, leaving sparks of mysterious energy in his wake. You can see already why there’s such a high age rating on this, as he long slimy cock swings wildly as he moves.
Struggling even more, she cries out, <span class="female">"Let me go, I don’t want to do this. I didn’t sign up for whatever weirdness this is. And why do you keep talking about adults, and that I won’t be one for longer"</span>. It seems a bit odd that she’s so scared, being a hardened space-cop, but the frog man is pretty scary ...
<span class="male">"Silly words for a silly baby! Frog-Lord Blurp shall teach you how incapable you really are! Ho,Ho,Ho!"</span>, laughs the frog man in a loud croaking laugh. Squirming in her attempts to escape, Becky-Lee doesn’t even seem to recognise that Blurp is now waving his odd sceptre at her, a whirlwind of strange energy growing around him.
Then with a sudden crackle, you see that the serious brunette is now encased in a large and rather soft looking diaper. It takes her a moment to realize, much to her embarrassment and shock, causing her to shout out angrily to response other than laughter from her tormentor.
Raising a hand, Blurp announces, <span class="male">"Ho,Ho,Ho! You are now trapped in a mega diaper, saved for only the silliest of babies. That diaper is irremovable by anyone but me, and will never be able to be changed by anyone else but me, growing ever bigger! Of course, Frog-Lord Blurp shall never change such a silly outlander baby! More so, you’ll be unable to control yourself while you wear it, loosing control of many of your toilet abilities, much to your dumb diapered embarrassment. I Frog-Lord Blurp will keep you as my smelly diaper slave pet, showing you off to remind all that there are people more embarrassing than them! Ho, Ho, Ho!"</span>.
Gasping, you wonder if Becky-Lee is going to be stuck with the mean frog-man, all the time watching intensely, on the edge of your seat. However, just when you think it’s too late, explosions occur all around, and diapered mole people spring out, freeing the freshly diapered protagonist and pulling her down into their mole tunnel. As they do, Blurp jumps around frustrated, calling out, <span class="male">"I’ll see you again silly diaper girl Becky-Lee! You’ll be my smelly diaper slave yet! Ho, Ho, Ho!"</span>, finishing the episode.
Though its not completely over yet, as the narrator springs back into action, announcing, <span class="neutral">"Rescued by the diaper moles, our freshly diapered heroine thinks she’s safe, but she’s in for a big surprise. Unable to escape her padded prison, she needs to find a way to defeat Blurp so she can save herself, and maybe someday find her way back home. Find out if she can next time in, Becky-Lee Space Adventurer"</span>.
...
And, on the cliff-hanger, the first episode ends, leaving you feeling horny, and more than a little curious to what happens next. Though, you suppose you’ll have to come back another time to watch the second episode, as you have a feeling that you’ll need to finish your session in the nursery soon.<<checkMonth>><<if lastVisited("Dorm Hub") is 1>>You leave your dormitory and enter the lift, traveling to the administrative services hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<elseif lastVisited("Fetish Hub") is 1>> You leave the fetish services hub and enter the lift, traveling to the administrative services hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<elseif lastVisited("Shopping Hub") is 1>>You leave the main shopping hub and enter the lift, traveling to the administrative services hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<elseif lastVisited("Recreational Hub") is 1>>You leave the recreational services hub and enter the lift, traveling to the administrative services hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<elseif lastVisited("Sexual Hub") is 1>>You leave the sexual services hub and enter the lift, traveling to the administrative services hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<elseif lastVisited("Industrial Hub") is 1>>You leave the industrial services hub and enter the lift, traveling to the administrative services hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<else>>You walk back into the main shopping hub and try to decide where to go next.<</if>>
<<set $random = random(1,100)>><<if $random<=5 && $random>=1>><<include [[Admin Hub Secretary Tease Start]]>><<elseif $random<=10 && $random>=6 &&($currentMonth == 3 || $seasonalEvents)>><<include [[Admin Hub Seasonal Bunny Chocolate Start]]>><<else>>You see nothing out of the ordinary as you walk around the opulent administrative services hub.<</if>>
Do you:
<a data-passage="Admin Desk">Go to the Repurposed Trainee admin desk</a>
<<if $mobileView>>Floor Selection:
<a data-passage="Admin Hub">Administrative Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Dorm Hub">Dormitory Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Shopping Hub">Shopping Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Recreational Hub">Recreational Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Sexual Hub">Sexual Services Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Fetish Hub">Fetish Services Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Industrial Hub">Industrial Services Floor</a><<else>><div class='map' align="center"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/Menu8.png"/><a data-passage="Admin Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark7.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight7.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark7.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Dorm Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark6.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight6.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark6.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Shopping Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark5.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight5.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark5.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Recreational Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark4.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight4.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark4.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Sexual Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark3.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight3.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark3.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Fetish Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark2.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight2.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark2.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Industrial Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark1.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight1.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark1.png'"/></a></div><</if>><<if lastVisited("Dorm Hub") is 1>>You leave your dormitory and enter the lift, traveling to the industrial services hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<elseif lastVisited("Fetish Hub") is 1>> You leave the fetish services hub and enter the lift, traveling to the industrial services hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<elseif lastVisited("Shopping Hub") is 1>>You leave the main shopping hub and enter the lift, traveling to the industrial services hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<elseif lastVisited("Recreational Hub") is 1>>You leave the recreational services hub and enter the lift, traveling to the industrial services hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<elseif lastVisited("Sexual Hub") is 1>>You leave the sexual services hub and enter the lift, traveling to the industrial services hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<elseif lastVisited("Admin Hub") is 1>>You leave the administrative services hub and enter the lift, traveling to the industrial services hub, trying to decide where to go next.<<else>>You walk back into the main shopping hub and try to decide where to go next.<</if>>
<<set $random = random(1,100)>><<if $random<=5 && $random>=1>><<include [[Industrial Hub Sex Box]]>><<elseif $random<=10 && $random>=6 && $lactationPlay>><<include [[Industrial Hub Hucow Auction Start]]>><<else>>You see nothing out of the ordinary as you walk around the grimy industrial services hub.<</if>>
Do you:<<if $lactationPlay>><br><br><a data-passage="Industrial Dairy">Go to the Industrial Dairy</a><</if>><<if $metMari && !$mariRemoved>><br><br>[[Go through the vents and find Mari|Industrial Hub Spend Time With Mari]]<</if>>
<<if $mobileView>>Floor Selection:
<a data-passage="Admin Hub">Administrative Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Dorm Hub">Dormitory Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Shopping Hub">Shopping Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Recreational Hub">Recreational Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Sexual Hub">Sexual Services Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Fetish Hub">Fetish Services Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Industrial Hub">Industrial Services Floor</a><<else>><div class='map' align="center"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/Menu8.png"/><a data-passage="Admin Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark7.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight7.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark7.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Dorm Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark6.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight6.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark6.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Shopping Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark5.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight5.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark5.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Recreational Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark4.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight4.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark4.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Sexual Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark3.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight3.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark3.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Fetish Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark2.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight2.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark2.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Industrial Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark1.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight1.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark1.png'"/></a></div><</if>>The cartoon you end up watching ends up being luckily the first episode in the season of a show called, <span class="neutral">"$firstName’s Adventures"</span>, and it certainly is listed as a produced by the facility in its rather normal introduction. At first, you’re not sure what it’s going to be about other than it’s a colourful cartoon. But, as the starting credits and introduction begins to play you get an eerie feeling. Both the shows name, and the titular $hairColour haired character strike an all too familiar feeling within you. As you see their <<checkFem>> face, and their <<checkHair>> $hairStyle styled hair, you gulp nervous to see what is going to happen, especially at the sight of an 18+ age logo.
However, your fears seem to be for nothing, as instead the show seems to be starting on a quaint little village, made entirely of brightly coloured oversized candy. The only big difference, other than the sugary architecture, being that all the residents are cute, in their late teens or early 20’s, and are wearing large and obvious diapers.
The shot of the village pans over to a large pink and purple creature, that looks a little bit like if you crossed a kitten and a bear together, then threw paint at it. Rubbing its belly, it looks on forlornly, in the end deciding to sweep up in its arms a big stack of presents from the town center before slowly trundling away, much to the dismay of the villagers. Crying, they sit around, unsure what to do, making you and some of the other littles watching shuffle in your seats uncomfortably.
Next, you watch on as the big creature sits in a little middle of a small candy glade in a forest, eating some of its stolen haul. Making a crying moan sound, and clutching its large paws to its belly, the creature calls, <span class="male">"Fluffy-Snuffy-Kin’s belly hurts! But all Fluff-Snuffy-Kin has to eat are these presents!"</span>, gesturing wildly it points to a stack of immaculately wrapped gifts piled neatly next to it, <span class="male">"What should Fluffy-Snuffy-Kin do? Fluffy-Snuffy-Kin doesn’t want to go hungry, but what is there to eat?"</span>.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/SnuffyFluffy.png]]</div>
That is, of course when our protagonist jumps in, wandering onto the scene to much thoroughfare <<if $femininity >= 0>>she<<else>>he<</if>> even has a catching musical theme that plays. Looking unsure for a moment $firstName seems to try and figure out how best to deal with the mysterious Fluffy-Snuffy-Kin.
In the end, the decide to <<if visited("ABDL Job First Time 5a")>>try and trade candy with the fluffy monster, hoping that giving it something to eat other than the presents might stop the chaos and allow them to retrieve the stolen gifts.<<else>>try and give the fluffy monster a big hug, hoping that showing it some affection might stop its rampage, and thus stop the chaos of it gift stealing ways.<</if>> Watching as <<if $femininity >= 0>>she<<else>>he<</if>> puts the plan into action, you have a sneaking suspicion that you already know how this is going to turn out.
<<if visited("ABDL Job First Time 5a")>>Of course, the action seems to have cheered to the creature up greatly, as it finally ends its tongue based torment to ask in its booming voice, <span class="male">"That was very yummy little $firstName, thank you! That stuff is all around me? All along? Then I will eat candy non-stop forever, thank you again for teaching me that great lesson young $firstName! Fluffy-Snuffy-Kin appreciates generosity, and so you may have my old food, it tastes too hurt-y anyway, and I will tell everyone that you saved the Fluffy-Snuffy-Kin and are a big hero"</span>.<<else>>Of course, the action seems to have cheered to the creature up greatly, as it finally pulls back slightly to ask in its booming voice, <span class="male">"That was very nice and cuddly of you $firstName, thank you! Cuddles make it so you don’t need to eat? Really? Then I will catch people and force them to cuddle and hug me forever, thank you again for teaching me that great lesson young $firstName! Fluffy-Snuffy-Kin appreciates kind people petting him, and so you may have my old food, it tastes too hurt-y anyway, and I will tell everyone that you saved the Fluffy-Snuffy-Kin and are a big hero"</span>.<</if>>
And with that, $firstName retrieves the presents and walks off with them into the sunset. You wonder if that’s going to be the end of the story, but then it suddenly cuts back to the village from the beginning, as a much happier Fluffy-Snuffy-Kin wanders through it. With a loud laugh it booms, <span class="male">"Fluffy-Snuffy-Kin no longer needs to take your presents to eat! And, it’s all thanks to little $firstName!"</span>, to a rousing cheer from the crowd.
<<if visited("ABDL Job First Time 5a")>><span class="male">"Instead Fluffy-Snuffy-Kin will just eat your entire candy village as commanded by $firstName! For Fluff-Snuffy-Kin must tear down the old to bring in the new!"</span>, which again rouses another cheer from the assembly of diaper wearing village residents.<<else>><span class="male">"Instead Fluffy-Snuffy-Kin will enslave you all as his hug-slaves as commanded by $firstName! For Fluff-Snuffy-Kin must have a strong stable of little slaves!"</span>, which again rouses another cheer from the assembly of diaper wearing village residents.<</if>> And, so, the episode ends on the extremely weird note. Whatever you were expecting, that end moral was not part of it. Strange?
...
And, on that confusing ending, the first episode is complete, leaving you feeling unsure about what you just saw. After all, it’s just a cartoon, isn’t it? Though, you suppose you’ll have to come back another time to watch the second episode, as you have a feeling that you’ll need to finish your session in the nursery soon.The show you end up watching ends up not being a cartoon at all. Instead, the show called, <span class="neutral">‘Diaper Watch’</span>, seems to be a fashion show covering different diaper and ABDL fashions. You keep expecting for it to at some point become lewd, but it really is what it claims to be, a standard show about clothes, just with a slightly fetish-y ABDL vibe.
That’s not to say it isn’t fun to watch though. Half an hour in, you’re watching with wide eyed wonderment, unable to believe that there’s so many different types of diaper out there. They look so amazing, you catch yourself trying to figure out how you could get hold of some of them, pondering the possibility of asking Papa Glover, or one of the other nursery assistants for help in getting them.
Then comes the display of different types of actual clothes. Your jaw drops in amazement as you watch the flurry of bright coloured clothes that flash before you, worn be a host of stunningly beautiful littles. Onesies, rompers, frilly and adorable dresses styled for young girls, and a long segment on different Lolita fashions, it’s hard to keep track of all the options when it comes to the fashion, but that doesn’t stop you from seriously enjoying trying to.
...
Finally, the show comes to a small break. But, sadly, you realize that it’s time to for you to go. Though, you suppose you’ll have to come back another time to watch the show again for new ideas. Maybe then you’ll actually be able to wrap your head around all the different options, after all you didn’t even get to the segment on accessories, or bibs.Moving towards your desk, you notice a flashing email icon in the top corner of you tablet screen. Curious to see who might be contacting you, you click to see it, reading it enthusiastically;
<hr><span class="neutral"><i>Dear Trainee $firstName,
As you might know the facility is run on a day to day basis largely by an AI named Alice. She’s extremely interesting if you get to know her, and I’d strongly recommend asking her more about herself. I feel it would be greatly worth your time. Who knows, you might be able to make some money out of such a conversation.
Just a hint,
A mysterious friend.</i></span><hr>
Confused. You click off the cryptic email, which immediately deletes itself. Whoever sent you that, must have a pretty good head for computers to set things up so smoothly. Shrugging, you contemplate whether it’s worth checking out, deciding to think more about it later as you get ready.<<set $littleLandEmail = true>>Moving towards your desk, you notice a flashing email icon in the top corner of you tablet screen. Curious to see who might be contacting you, you click to see it, reading it enthusiastically;
<hr><span class="neutral"><i>Dear Trainee $firstName,
We see hints in your records that you might be interested in one of our more unusual yet highly lucrative careers. The attached document is a leaflet regarding it that you should read at your leisure. Hopefully this will be of help,
The Repurposing Center Administration Department.</i></span><hr>
Not sure how to react to the sudden career advice email, you click off of the email and look at the attached file. The result is that you find yourself looking at a leaflet that seems to be advertising for some sort of show. A large glossy photograph shows a stage filled with women, a couple of men scattered between them, wearing clothes that look like they would be more suitable for young children. Some of the pictured group even have dummies in their mouths or a wearing thick obvious diapers.
According to the leaflet they all perform in some sort of tv show called, <span class="neutral">"Little Land"</span> ,where they all go on adventures and learn lessons such as; sharing sex toys is caring, never leave a friend in need of orgasm, and that naked cuddles make everyone feel better. As you look through the leaflet you quickly see that the show takes place within this facility and that they're always looking for new 'littles' to star in it, all they have to do is come find the nursery in the main fetish services hub. Sounds like they pay pretty well, but doing something like that in front of a huge television audience sounds highly embarrassing.
Confused. You click off the email. Shrugging, you contemplate whether it’s worth checking out, deciding to think more about it later as you get ready.<<set $incontinenceCountDown = 2>><span class="male">"Oh, excellent! An experimental procedure is always a joy to undertake. Of course, you’ll also be paid handsomely for your assistance. To be honest, I’m rather excited to being able to conduct this one, as it’s not something that people often volunteer for, hence the high pay"</span>, adds Dr.Radcliff as you point out your selection, <span class="male">"I don’t want to spoil too much, but the subjects afterwards are unable to maintain full bladder control. Along with that it allows for, as we call it, ‘Remote Controlled Incontinence Chip’ or RCIC, though I think the acronym might be already taken. Best of all, you’ll be helping with science, as it takes all sorts of readings to send back to us. You’ve certainly made a smart choice today"</span>.
The doctor motions for you to sit down in a chair that is again reminiscent of a dentist's chair, as he searches for something he's yet to explain. This time, however, there are no visible restraints, and, given that you're volunteering for this procedure, you feel less nervous about that and take the seat as instructed.
After a few minutes wait, the doctor returns, wearing a pair of latex gloves with a large, what you can only describe as a very long and thin tube-like device in hand. Weirdly it reminds you of a straw combined with an oversized syringe.
<span class="male">"You'll need to take off any clothes you're wearing, they’d be in the way of applying the treatment"</span>, directs the doctor as he starts opening a jar, smearing the length of the weird device, <span class="male">"The procedure is relatively simple really, though possibly a little uncomfortable. All I need you to do is lie back whilst I apply the device up into your urethra to plant the control chip. Let’s just say it’s going to get interesting"</span>, he continues with a wink as <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>you wait, already naked, so don't need to get undressed<</if>>.
Naked, you lie back on the chair, waiting for the procedure. Before long, Dr.Radcliff places a cold, well lubricated hand upon your <<if $vagina>>feminine lips, spreading them delicately to give him access to his intended destination.<<else>><<checkPenis>> cock, lining it up with delicate precision so that it’s completely straight, giving him access to his intended destination.<</if>> Taking the long device, and placing it carefully against the entrance of your pee hole, he slowly starts to thread its length down into you. Much to your surprise, the sensation is rather nice, though the friction on the normally untouched flesh does feel a little rough despite Dr.Radcliff’s gentle ministrations.
At the pace he’s pushing, it takes a few minutes for his device to be lodged fully within the depths of your urethra. With a confident nod, he places his finger on a little trigger-like outcropping of the device, readying himself to squeeze it. <span class="male">"This might pinch a little, but that’s to be expected when you’re attaching a microchip into such delicate areas of the body"</span>. Slightly nervous from the doctor’s directions, you brace yourself for what is about to happen.
With a slight !Click! you feel a quick pinching sensation that quickly is replaced by an overall numbness of the involved spot deep within you. Waiting an additional moment, the whole device begins to vibrate within you with a loud hum, making you feel amazing, and practically at the point of orgasm from the moment it begins. Left in for a little longer, you can’t help but cum around it, your <<if $vagina>>fem-cum spraying out of your pussy unimpeded.<<else>>cum dibbling out the end of your <<checkPenis>> cock, somewhat impeded by the existence of the rod stuffed within it.<</if>>
The doctor, looks on smiling for a moment, slowly and carefully pulls out the device with a slight wet plop. No longer blocked from view, you can now clearly see your <<if $vagina>>pussy<<else>>dick<</if>>, though you can see no outward change as a result of the treatment. You run your hand across your genitals briefly, checking that they’re okay. But, other than being a little tender, you notice no difference. Taking a moment, you relax before getting ready to carry on, too tired to move from your orgasm, and slightly messy due to your <<if $vagina>>fem-cum<<else>>cum<</if>>.
Seeing that you're too tired to move for a moment, the enthusiastic scientist monologues, <span class="male">"Now, remember that you'll have very little control over your own bladder as a result of the chip implanted in your urethra. People will from time to time pay to see you wet yourself, and public urination as a result of the chip will in general result in your being paid. After all, many of our guests find it hilarious. The best part of the treatment in my eyes is how it cordons off part of your bladder. Meaning that, even when you don't think you could urinate, you likely can due to the hidden reserve. Brilliant isn't it? And, of course, you could always have it removed later, at great cost"</span>.
Your're not sure how much of all that you really believe, but you do feel like you're going to need to pee sooner or later.
[["Did you want anything else?"|Clinic General Transformation Options]] Asks the doctor smiling.<span class="male">"Oh, excellent! An experimental procedure is always a joy to undertake, but all experiments have to conclude eventually. Of course, you’ll be paying handsomely to have it removed. To be honest, despite it being the end of an experiment I’m still rather excited to being able to conduct this one, as it’s not something that I often get to try, and I’m curious how difficult it is to remove one of those incontinence chips"</span>, adds Dr.Radcliff as you point out your selection, <span class="male">"I don’t want to spoil too much, but afterwards you should be able to once again maintain full bladder control. Along with that, I’ll fully remove the, ‘Remote Controlled Incontinence Chip’ or RCIC, so no more outside interference. Overall, you’ve certainly made an interesting choice today"</span>.
The doctor motions for you to sit down in a chair that is again reminiscent of a dentist's chair, as he searches for something he's yet to explain. This time, however, there are no visible restraints, and, given that you're volunteering for this procedure, you feel less nervous about that and take the seat as instructed.
After a few minutes wait, the doctor returns, wearing a pair of latex gloves with a large, what you can only describe as a very long and thin tube-like device in hand. Weirdly it reminds you of a straw combined with an oversized syringe.
<span class="male">"You'll need to take off any clothes you're wearing, they’d be in the way of applying the treatment"</span>, directs the doctor as he starts opening a jar, smearing the length of the weird device, <span class="male">"The procedure is relatively simple really, though possibly a little uncomfortable. All I need you to do is lie back whilst I apply the device up into your urethra to remove the control chip. Let’s just say it’s going to get interesting"</span>, he continues with a wink as <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>you wait, already naked, so don't need to get undressed<</if>>.
Naked, you lie back on the chair, waiting for the procedure. Before long, Dr.Radcliff places a cold, well lubricated hand upon your <<if $vagina>>feminine lips, spreading them delicately to give him access to his intended destination.<<else>><<checkPenis>> cock, lining it up with delicate precision so that it’s completely straight, giving him access to his intended destination.<</if>> Taking the long device, and placing it carefully against the entrance of your pee hole, he slowly starts to thread its length down into you. Much to your surprise, the sensation is rather nice, though the friction on the normally untouched flesh does feel a little rough despite Dr.Radcliff’s gentle ministrations.
At the pace he’s pushing, it takes a few minutes for his device to be lodged fully within the depths of your urethra. With a confident nod, he places his finger on a little trigger-like outcropping of the device, readying himself to squeeze it. <span class="male">"This might pinch a little, but that’s to be expected when you’re detaching a microchip from such delicate areas of the body"</span>. Slightly nervous from the doctor’s directions, you brace yourself for what is about to happen.
With a slight !Click! you feel the whole device begins to vibrate within you with a loud hum, making you feel amazing, and practically at the point of orgasm from the moment it begins. Left in for a little longer, you can’t help but cum around it, your <<if $vagina>>fem-cum spraying out of your pussy unimpeded.<<else>>cum dibbling out the end of your <<checkPenis>> cock, somewhat impeded by the existence of the rod stuffed within it.<</if>> Waiting an additional moment, you notice a quick pinching sensation that quickly is replaced by an overall numbness of the involved spot deep within you, though in your come down from the pleasure of your orgasm, the pain in barely noticeable.
The doctor, looks on smiling for a moment, slowly and carefully pulls out the device with a slight wet plop. No longer blocked from view, you can now clearly see your <<if $vagina>>pussy<<else>>dick<</if>>, though you can see no outward change as a result of the treatment. You run your hand across your genitals briefly, checking that they’re okay. But, other than being a little tender, you notice no difference. Taking a moment, you relax before getting ready to carry on, too tired to move from your orgasm, and slightly messy due to your <<if $vagina>>fem-cum<<else>>cum<</if>>.
[["Did you want anything else?"|Clinic General Transformation Options]] Asks the doctor smiling.<span class="male">"A simple, but effective procedure"</span>, adds Dr.Radcliff as you point out your selection, <span class="male">"The subjects always look better with a little bit bigger nipples, gives your sexual partners something fun to play with. Additionally, some of the industries in the facility really appreciate large nipples, especially the industrial milker’s"</span>.
The doctor motions for you to sit down in a chair that is again reminiscent of a dentist's chair, as he searches for something he's yet to explain. This time, however, there are no visible restraints, and, given that you're volunteering for this procedure, you feel less nervous about that and take the seat as instructed.
After a few minutes wait, the doctor returns, wearing a pair of latex gloves with a large jar of cream in hand.
<span class="male">"You'll need to take off any clothes you're wearing, don't want them to get ruined"</span>, directs the doctor as he starts opening the jar, <span class="male">"The procedure is very simple, all I need to do is apply this cream to your nipples and they'll be bigger before you know it"</span>, he continues as <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>you're already naked so don't need to get undressed<</if>>.
Now naked, you lie back on the chair, waiting for the procedure. Before long, Dr.Radcliff places two fingers simultaneously upon each of your chest nubs, making a sort of pinching motion. At first the feeling is cold as the obviously refrigerated cream makes contact with your skin. However, you quickly heat up, seemingly from the cream's reaction as it starts to take effect. The doctor gently keeps playing with your nipples, carefully applying the cream equally as possible. The look on his face is one of concentration and contentment, and looking down you're sure you notice a more obvious than normal bulge in his pants.
Taking a step back, he removes his gloves, watching on. Now that you have the space to think, you realise that for some reason the cream smells faintly of strawberries, weird, but in a nice way. You wait briefly for the treatment to take effect, it takes a moment for you to realise that your nipples have even changed, growing slowly and consistently in size. As you wait, a pleasant sensation radiates from your chest, though it's centered on your sensitive buds, not enough to push you towards an orgasm, but certainly a pleasant diversion as you wait. Eventually, after a few minutes, the change is much more obvious, your nipples now visibly increased in size, looking more <<checkNipple>> than previously.
The doctor looks on smiling for a moment, before walking over with a small mirror in hand. You can clearly see that on your chest lie a pair of erect, <<checkNipple>> nipples. Assured the procedure is complete you relax, ready to carry on.
[["Did you want anything else?"|Clinic General Transformation Options]] Asks the doctor smiling.<span class="male">"A simple, but effective procedure"</span>, adds Dr.Radcliff as you point out your selection, <span class="male">"Sometimes the subjects look better with smaller nipples, they are after all still a joy for your sexual partners to play with. Though, some of the industries in the facility really appreciate large nipples, especially the industrial milker’s, so you might disappoint them"</span>.
The doctor motions for you to sit down in a chair that is again reminiscent of a dentist's chair, as he searches for something he's yet to explain. This time, however, there are no visible restraints, and, given that you're volunteering for this procedure, you feel less nervous about that and take the seat as instructed.
After a few minutes wait, the doctor returns, wearing a pair of latex gloves with a large jar of cream in hand.
<span class="male">"You'll need to take off any clothes you're wearing, don't want them to get ruined"</span>, directs the doctor as he starts opening the jar, <span class="male">"The procedure is very simple, all I need to do is apply this cream to your nipples and they'll be smaller before you know it"</span>, he continues as <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>you're already naked so don't need to get undressed<</if>>.
Now naked, you lie back on the chair, waiting for the procedure. Before long, Dr.Radcliff places two fingers simultaneously upon each of your chest nubs, making a sort of pinching motion. At first the feeling is cold as the obviously refrigerated cream makes contact with your skin. However, you quickly heat up, seemingly from the cream's reaction as it starts to take effect. The doctor gently keeps playing with your nipples, carefully applying the cream equally as possible. The look on his face is one of concentration and contentment, and looking down you're sure you notice a more obvious than normal bulge in his pants.
Taking a step back, he removes his gloves, watching on. Now that you have the space to think, you realise that for some reason the cream smells faintly of lemons, weird, but in a nice way. You wait briefly for the treatment to take effect, it takes a moment for you to realise that your nipples have even changed, shrinking slowly and consistently in size. As you wait, a pleasant sensation radiates from your chest, though it's centered on your sensitive buds, not enough to push you towards an orgasm, but certainly a pleasant diversion as you wait. Eventually, after a few minutes, the change is much more obvious, your nipples now visibly decreased in size, looking less noticeable than previously.
The doctor looks on smiling for a moment, before walking over with a small mirror in hand. You can clearly see that on your chest lie a pair of erect, <<checkNipple>> nipples. Assured the procedure is complete you relax, ready to carry on.
[["Did you want anything else?"|Clinic General Transformation Options]] Asks the doctor smiling.<<set $random = random(3,10)>><<set $incontinenceCountDown = $random>><<set $random = random(1,3)>><<if $random == 1>><<include [[Watersports Interrupt Piss Self 1]]>><<elseif $random == 2>><<include [[Watersports Interrupt Piss Self 2]]>><<elseif $random == 3>><<include [[Watersports Interrupt Piss Self 3]]>><</if>><<set $ggp += 50>><<if $currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">><<set $diaperWetCounter += 1>><</if>>As you're travelling, you start to feel a strange, yet certainly pleasant, vibration tear through your urethra. Nice though it is, you can already sense the extra pressure it’s placing on your bladder, pushing you rapidly towards an accidental and rather public urination session.
Looking around in panic, you attempt to find any sign of a toilet nearby. <<if $diaperLocked>>Sadly, finding a toilet probably wouldn’t be of much use to you, what with your diaper locked on you, offering you no way out of this situation. Though it’s not like you can see one anyway as your desperation to unleash the contents of your bladder grows ever more intense. <<else>>Sadly, you cannot spot one anywhere. Instead, your desperation is only growing further as your need to unleash the contents of your bladder becomes ever more intense.<</if>> Trying to delay the inevitable, you press your <<checkThigh>> thighs together, trying to take your mind off of the looming threat of peeing yourself. You wonder if maybe you could at least find somewhere more private to wet yourself than the busy corridor, craning your neck in your attempt. To your amazement, you can see a nearby janitor’s closet, the perfect hiding spot is right at hand. Of course, the uncomfortable need to pee is building ever more rapidly and you know that soon you'll have no choice but to wet yourself.
You slowly start to waddle, trying to make your way to the closet door, both sweating and blushing from the intensity of resisting the need to piss. The attempt to move jostles you, almost releasing the floodgates, however, miraculously you reach the door with only the faintest wet dripping sensation so far, making your <<if $vagina>>pussy slick with your urine<<else>><<checkPenis>> cock head slick with your urine<</if>>. Sadly, your luck doesn’t seem to hold up, as your realize with shock that the closet door is locked.
It all happens within a moment. Frustrated with the locked door, and the previous movement having knocked your need to urinate to the point of no return, the result is that you can no longer maintain what little control over your bladder that you had. With an audible hiss, your golden piss starts flooding out of you with great speed and quantity.
<<if $currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">>Thankfully, you are wearing a diaper, otherwise you'd likely be even more obvious in your urination, leaving a large puddle on the floor. Though, even with your diaper some of the contents seem to have leaked out and down your leg.<<elseif $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>With shock, you realise that you’ve soaked your $currentUnderwear through, their sodden form clinging wetly to your <<checkSkin>> form.<<else>>With shock, you realize that you’re not wearing any underwear at all, leaving nothing to stop you making a large and incredibly noticeable mess.<</if>> Of course, with the distinct noise, amber lake around your feet, and strong and noxious smell, it’d be impossible to miss spotting your humiliated form.
Noticing your look of distress, a small crowd has started to build. Greatly amused by your moment of humiliation, they watch as you just stand there, the pool of piss growing steadily as you relieve yourself. The smell of fresh urine clings to you, leaving you unable to escape your shame, and you’re sure it’ll take a shower or two before you’ll be able to get rid of it. Worst of all, the feeling of wetting yourself is actually turning you on, your <<if $penis>>cock rock hard in response<<else>>pussy wet and needy in response<</if>>, the vibrations in your bladder making you feel amazing. As the last dregs of piss drip out of you, the uncomfortable pressure is finally gone, bringing a weird happiness to you, despite the humiliation. Their source of amusement come to an end, the crowd starts to slowly dissipate, as the leave making a couple of mean comments towards you as they depart.
Finally taking stock of the situation, you evaluate what just happened. You wet yourself in public, and a crowd watched on as you did. Certainly not a high point in your day. <span class="neutral">"50 G.G.P. awarded to Trainee $firstName for: Amusing the patrons of the facility by publicly wetting themselves"</span>, intones the familiar monotone of Alice the AI from a nearby wall, one last embarrassment from the situation accompanying it as a photo of your public shame is openly displayed on the screen.
Blushing deeply, and stinking of your own piss, your accident complete you [[continue onward|interuptDestinationTime( $intendedLocation )]].You decide that all you want to do at the moment is play tea party. Conveniently, there’s a whole section of the room dedicated to that. Comprised of comfy chairs, adorably decorated tables, and a large collection of fluffy person sized stuffed animals, you can tell that someone put a lot of effort into this area. Further, ornate yet durable looking tea pots, cups, and plates filled with cakes adorn the table tops, making you rub your eyes with delight at the delicious feast before you. Certainly not what you thought you’d see in a nursery tea party, but then again, when have you ever seen anything normal since coming to the facility.
Wandering over to the section in awe, you spot a couple of the other residents sitting in between the seated stuffies, chatting merrily as they drink cool tea, some eating little cakes and sandwiches. Of course, many of them are endearingly clutching stuffed toys to their chests as they do, enjoying the soft cuddle as they partake in the tea party. Pulling out a seat, you sit yourself down on its squidge-y padding, finding it incredibly comfortable as you relax back into it. It doesn’t take long, especially as you take a slight yawn, for you to find yourself lazily playing with a stuffed toy yourself, eating delicious foods and drinking the tasty yet slightly too cold tea.
The residents of the section come and go as you play tea party with them and your stuffies, making all sorts of random conversation. some of which devolves into joking roleplay as you talk to your stuffies or play act with the other littles. It’s fun, and it’s easy to lose track of time, especially with how drowsy being so relaxed is making you.
…
<<set $random = random(1,3)>><<if $random ==1>><<include [[ABDL Job Tea Party Meet Polly]]>><<elseif $random ==2>><<include [[ABDL Job Tea Party Meet Daisy]]>><<elseif $random ==3>><<include [[ABDL Job Tea Party Meet Katie]]>><<elseif $random ==4>><<include [[ABDL Job Tea Party Meet Daisy And Katie]]>><</if>>...
Lazily, you get to your feet from the table, tired from all the tea and playing. Remembering to be a good <<if $femininity <0>>boy<<else>>girl<</if>>, you make sure to tidy up after yourself, putting everything back where you found it. That done, you return to the talking tree to see how high your ratings were today. Moving up to the cartoonish screen of the tree, you see that you were right, it is almost time for you to leave, your earnings report fully on display.
<<set $random = random(5,6)>><<set $earnings += ($random *50)>><<set $ggp += $earnings>><hr><b>Earnings Report – Little Land Nursery</b>
You garnered a $random point rating from - having an adorable tea party: <<set $holderInt = $random *50>>G.G.P + $holderInt
Overall earned G.G.P = $earnings
<hr>
With your pay received you say goodbye to everyone and <a data-passage="Travel Back">travel back to your room</a>.As you’re sipping on a cup of the relatively cool tea, you notice with a start that sitting next to you the shy cute red headed girl Polly, wearing her fleecy purple onesie. Oddly, you didn’t notice her sit down, though maybe that’s because you were so distracted, or possibly it’s because she’s always amazingly quiet.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/PollyLarge.png]]</div>
Realizing that you’ve spotted her, in a quiet and restrained voice she says, <span class="female">"Hi $firstName. Play?"</span>, a nervous look crossing her heavily freckled face. As she waits for your reply, she fidgets with a rather threadbare stuffed toy that she carries close to herself, seemingly cuddling it for comfort.
Not wanting to make her anymore anxious, you reply quickly, <span class="player">"Of course Polly. What do you want to play today?"</span>, smiling at her reassuringly.
Her nerves receding slightly, with a smile she with great care sits the toy upon the table, giving you a much better look of it. It takes you great effort to not appear wide-eyed in surprise, as the teddy bear you spot seems to be practically at the point of falling apart. The wear and tear upon it make you sure it’s not a new toy, and has likely been played with for many years, and, from the adoring look Polly gives it, you’re pretty sure you know who by.
<span class="female">"Erm. Tea party?"</span>, she responds after making sure the tattered bear is properly seated in front of her, her tone an extremely unsure one.
With a smile, you nod, <span class="player">"That sounds great. Would you like some tea? Or, maybe some cake? And, would your teddy want some too?"</span>, wondering if the shy and reclusive little might be willing to offer you at least some details about the out of place soft toy.
Looking at the bear worriedly for a moment before calming herself, Polly answers, <span class="female">"Cake please. Mr. Cuddles is fine. Please don’t steal him"</span>.
The way she calmly yet surely asserts her claim on the bear is out of character for the shy girl, but you have no reason to try and steal him, and don’t want to upset her, so you make sure to reassure her that you wouldn’t do that. Calming down much more at your statement, she accepts the cake happily, squeaking a small, <span class="female">"Thank you"</span>, your way, though you get the feeling she’s not thanking you for the cake.
And so, you spend the next half an hour having a one-sided conversation with Polly, as you eat cake, drink lukewarm tea, and play with your own stuffed toys. Polly seems really nice when you get passed her shyness and social clumsiness, and she seems to really enjoy her time with you. Though, throughout the whole time you notice that she almost always has some attention diverted towards the bear, which she obviously cares for greatly, though for what reason you don’t find out.
<<include [[ABDL Job Tea Party End]]>>As you enter the lift, on your way towards your destination, you notice nothing out of the ordinary, not even any other passengers in the lift. Getting inside, glad to not have any odd distractions, you begin pressing the button for where you plan to go, locking in your target destination to the lift's console.
Everything is going completely as normal, until totally out of the blue the lift grinds to a halt, the doors proceeding to emergency-lock with a loud clunk. Funnily, it doesn’t seem like there’s been any malfunction, all the lights and panels still functioning from what you can see. Approaching the control panel, you try to figure out what’s happening, but can only discern that the lift has been remotely locked, no reason being given.
<span class="neutral">"Cum Exposure Experiment; Status: Activated"</span>, suddenly flashes across the console. Along with the odd message that has you scratching your head in confusion, a little animation plays. Looking closely, it seems as if the little cute animated woman is standing in a lift, that then begins to fill completely with cum from the ceiling. That seems an odd thing to play as an emergency video, you shrug to yourself, looking for a way to open the door, or maybe to restart the lift.
A wet splatter plopping down upon your head jerks your attention back, making you look around as if you’re going to spot the offending culprit. Running your hand through your hair, you pull it back to realize that you’ve got something disgusting, that you almost mistake at first for bird poo, dropping from above you. It’s white, and kind of sticky, but it has a more masculine and sweaty smell to it, making you wonder if it might actually be cum instead. Your thoughts, however, are shook again, as another wet dollop drops upon you, this time slowly running down your forehead.
Panicked, you look for a way out, noticing that two buttons now reside on the elevator's console panel. One is labelled stop, the other, however, is just big and red. Pressing the stop button, you breath a deep sigh of relief as the lift's doors pull open, offering you your freedom. Looking back, you wonder if maybe you should [[press the other button|Travel To Cum Filled Lift End]]? It could stop the whole thing, and otherwise there might be a real mess left for whoever finds the lift next.
<<include [[Travel To End]]>>Pressing the button, you look on with dismay as the doors shut once again, the hissing sound of them fully sealing, poetically shutting you in to your unfortunate state. Looking at the console, the experiment message is showing again, except this time there’s no stop button, and the little animation is playing at a much quicker speed. With a gulp, you await your fate, pretty sure you have a good idea of what is going to happen.
Wet and goopy splodges, of what you now are relatively sure is cum, rain down upon you from the ceiling. Their pace, however, is much quicker than previously, taking less than a minute for long threads of it to run down the sides of your hair messily. You stand still, trying to take your mind off of the disgusting sexual fluids showering you, knowing that there’s nothing you can do other than wait them out. Sadly, with the way that the flow is picking up speed, you’re becoming increasingly worried that the animation of the woman neck deep in cum might be an accurate prediction of what is about to happen to you.
A minute later, the flow has progressed to the stage where it’s consistently pouring over you, the floor of the lift now slightly slippery from the viscous coating of semen. Holding onto the side rail for balance, you close your eyes, not wanting to get any cum in them, having once heard a story that it really stings painfully to get cum in your eye. Of course, curiosity soon gets the better of you as take a quick peak to assess the situation.
Now, as you look on, only a couple of minutes since the start of the cum deluge, you realise that the tops of your feet are covered in the ankle deep sexual sludge. Further, you’re thoroughly showered in the stuff, pretty sure that if anyone saw you right now they’d have a hard time recognising you. In fact, it’s so bad that you have to wipe away a layer of cum from your face to get a good look, almost as if you’d been caught in a rather lewd storm.
You keep hoping in vain that soon your torment will come to an end. But, as the tide of cum grows ever higher, now flowing to just below your groin, you worry just how far whoever did this to you is actually willing to go. Momentarily, you wonder if you could pry open the door, or find a release button, but the goopy nature of the semen surrounding you quickly puts such thoughts to rest, making any escape an impossible dream. Worse still, the smell is now ingrained upon your senses, not just the scent overpowering you, but also resultantly the taste filling your mouth, inescapable despite not actually ingesting any of the sexual fluids.
Panic really sets in when the growing flood of cum starts tickling your chin, making you seriously contemplate the prospect of drowning in semen. Craning your neck the best you can, you angle your face away from the oncoming disgusting goop, trying to resist swallowing any for as long as possible. But, you suddenly realize in your desperation that if you tried to drink some of the offensive sludge, you might save yourself from drowning a little longer, however horrid such a thought is.
Opening your mouth, you take an apprehensive mouthful of the sickening cum tide, swallowing the slightly lumpy mixture down despite the horrid taste that makes you gag in revulsion. With the slightly warm filth now sitting in your stomach uncomfortably, you try to ready yourself to take another panicked swallow when you hear the best sound you’ve ever heard.
With a hydraulic hiss, the doors split open, depositing you in an undignified position sprawled on the floor outside. It seems the cum had built up so heavily that, when the doors open, you were dragged along with the tide. <<if $bimboSkill == 0>>Wanting to leave as quickly as possible, you peel yourself off of the horrible cum-slick floor, carefully finding your balance. At this point, you just want to flee from the nauseating stench of semen, so slipping and being stuck there for longer is not a possibility you want to entertain.<<else>>Thinking about what just happened, a hazy pink feeling clouds your mind. The threat of drowning in cum no longer an issue, the whole situation starts to feel a lot more fun. Rolling around on the cum-slick floor, you cover yourself in the wonderful warm substance, running your hands through it to draw doodles as you giggle playfully. Eventually though, as fun as a big puddle of cum is, you decide that it's finally time to leave, slowly peeling yourself out of the cum pool.<</if>>
As you’re about to leave, you turn back to see the outside screen on the lift now has the message, <span class="neutral">"Thank you $firstName for partaking in our experiment! There is no reward, as after all, science is its own reward!"</span>. <<if $bimboSkill == 0>>Feeling rather ripped off, and grossed out by the whole thing, you take a short stop to clean yourself up before heading on towards your planned destination.<<else>>Feeling like you've been good in helping, and happy to have been around so much gooey and fun cum, you take a short stop to clean yourself up before heading towards your planned destination.<</if>>
<<include [[Travel To End]]>>As you pass through the fetish services hub, you are stopped as you notice before you a small crowd is assembled. Curious, you join the tiny gathering, spotting that it seems to be centred on an imposing woman wearing a full black latex catsuit that covers everything below her neck. Her blonde hair pulled into a single severe ponytail, you get the instant impression that she’s a dominatrix of some kind, though why her presence would call for such a commotion is beyond you.
Cautiously you push forward until you can get a better look, filling into a gap in the circle. Your eyes widen as you see exactly what is the true cause of the commotion. It’s not the latex clad woman that has everybody focused on her, but instead the latex clad girl she holds a leash for, who waits attentively on the floor in front of her. In fact, so heavily clad in latex is the collared figure, that it’s only from the holes giving access to her breasts and pussy that you can truly identify her as a woman. Weirder still, her face is covered with a strange latex and leather hood made to resemble a dog’s head, complete with a fake muzzle and a pair of cute primitive dog ears.
Noticing your presence, the mistress slowly approaches, her movements almost predatory. As she does, she drags the girl along with her, her own movements in the form of a well-practiced crawl. With a deep sultry voice, she whispers, <span class="female">"Ooo, fresh meat. You seemed to be curious of my sweet little Bitch. Do you want to play with her maybe? Or, is it that you envy her beauty and would be rather in her position? Don’t fret, I’m not collecting strays today, but maybe someday, if you’d like that. When it comes to my puppies, I prefer it when they come begging to be mine you see."</span>, running a latex hand across your cheek as she stares at you intensely.
<span class="female">"But, today, how about if I let you play with my sweet little Bitch? She loves to lick and suck, she wags her cute tail so adorably when she does you see. I’ll let you use her for oral, but only if you do so here and now, I have to keep an eye on her, so she doesn’t get lost you see"</span>, adds the dominatrix with a cheeky smile plastered across her face.
Pulling your eyes off of the imposing figure, you take another look at the latex puppy girl, Bitch, seeing that she’s got her eyes fixed on you obviously filled with joy. Her tongue lolls out through a ring gag built into her snout, and she flips a pair of short brunette pigtails slightly in her anticipation as she waits. Further, now she’s so close you can also spot a short tail sticking out of her rear end, the colour of it matching her natural hair.
<<if $actionAmountCurrent >= $actionLimit>>Sadly, you’re already too tired to accept the offer at the moment, maybe if some time passed you'd be ready to give it a try?<<else>><<if $sexualPresence ==2>>Sadly, you’re not interested in sex with women, so turn down the offer before walking on.<<else>>Thinking over the offer, you wonder if [[it could be fun to have the puppy give you oral|Fetish Hub Latex Puppy Main][$actionAmountCurrent +=1]].<</if>><</if>><<if $penis>><<set $timesYourDickSucked +=1>><<else>><<set $timesYourPussyLicked +=1>><</if>>Deciding that you really want to give playing with the puppy girl a try, you tell her mistress, <span class="player">"Yes please, I’d like to take you up on the offer. If that’s okay?"</span>
With an imperious chuckle, the dominatrix pats her slave's head adoringly, telling her slave, <span class="female">"Well, it seems like my special little puppy is going to get some play after all. Now, remember to be a good girl, and to swallow every little drop, otherwise it’ll be a night in the kennel rather than your basket"</span>, at the same time spurring the puppy forward so she now nuzzles your crotch.
Eager, you <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>move aside your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear, until your genitals are on show<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>move aside your $currentClothing until your genitals are on show<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>move aside your $currentUnderwear until your genitals are on show<<else>>press forward, already naked, your genitals on show<</if>> and accessible by the eager slave-girl, the cool leather of her mask almost immediately pressing up against your <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> cock and wet pussy<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock<<else>>wet pussy<</if>>, making you jolt slightly in place from the sudden sensation.
Now free to play, the latex and leather puppy laps her tongue along <<if $penis>>the length of your cock<<else>>the outer lips of your cunt<</if>>, both affectionate and frantic in her actions. The crowd is now growing slightly in size, amused by the display you’re putting on, but the sweet slave between your legs has all of your attention, almost to the extent of completely blanking them out. Though, you do note that she struggles a bit to get full access to you, her leather muzzle and ring gag combination limiting her reach just slightly too much unless she really mashes her face forward.
Picking up speed, she becomes even more intense in her ministrations, seemingly intending on licking you completely to orgasm, which might possibly be her only option you consider momentarily between pleasured moans. All the time, the rhythmic thump of her tail smacking back and forth upon the floor accompanies her performance, making you pretty sure that she’s having an enjoyable time playing with your crotch.
Angling herself up from between your legs, she presses her face forward, managing to get close enough to really finish you off, her agile and warm tongue darting across <<if $penis>>your sensitive cock head as she sucks it in between her mouth ring<<else>>your sensitive feminine bud as she sets all her attention to causing your climax<</if>>. Now in her new position, you’re feeling like your legs are jelly from the skilled tongue work, having to hold onto her leather ears for balance as she pushes you into a loud and expressive orgasm.
Panting, you feel her tongue still lapping at your <<if $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock<<else>>dripping pussy<</if>>, now seemingly intending to clean up every last drop of <<if $penis>>cum<<else>>fem-cum<</if>> to fully please her mistress. And so, you stand there for a minute or so, the realization that you just received oral sex in public suddenly dawning on you to your arousing humiliation. More, you received public oral from a girl pretending to be a puppy, what are people going to think of you now.
Petting her puppy girl, the dominatrix fixes you with her intense gaze once more, laughing, <span class="female">"I told you my sweet little Bitch was something special. Maybe we’ll see each other again, but me and my pet have a groomers visit to attend. I wonder if when next we meet you’ll want to be playing with my horny little puppy, or you’ll be begging to join her. Though I think I know the answer already"</span>.
Tugging the leash, the puppy girl ends her task, giving you one last world-shaking post orgasm lick before chasing after her mistress. Watching them leave, you see that the latex puppy is wagging her tail merrily, seemingly very happy with her situation. Giving one last look back at the pair walking into the distance, you [[return to wandering through the fetish services plaza|Fetish Hub]].<span class="player">"I'm looking to maybe get some more unusual transformations"</span>, you answer.
<span class="male">"Brilliant, then lets take a look at your options, and you'll be better than ever before you know it"</span>, says the doctor with a wink as he pulls out a folder and starts describing your options.
Do you:
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<<if $ears == 0>>Ask for normal ears - 600 G.G.P - You already have them<<elseif $ears != 0 && $ggp <600>>Ask for normal ears - 600 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for normal ears|Clinic Normal Ears][$ears = 0; $ggp -= 600]] - 600 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ears == 1>>Ask for cat ears - 400 G.G.P - You already have them<<elseif $ears != 1 && $ggp <400>>Ask for cat ears - 400 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for cat ears|Clinic Special Ears][$ears = 1; $ggp -= 400]] - 400 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ears == 2>>Ask for dog ears - 400 G.G.P - You already have them<<elseif $ears != 2 && $ggp <400>>Ask for dog ears - 400 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for dog ears|Clinic Special Ears][$ears = 2; $ggp -= 400]] - 400 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ears == 3>>Ask for bunny ears - 400 G.G.P - You already have them<<elseif $ears != 3 && $ggp <400>>Ask for bunny ears - 400 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for bunny ears|Clinic Special Ears][$ears = 3; $ggp -= 400]] - 400 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ears == 5>>Ask for cow ears - 400 G.G.P - You already have them<<elseif $ears != 5 && $ggp <400>>Ask for cow ears - 400 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for cow ears|Clinic Special Ears][$ears = 5; $ggp -= 400]] - 400 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ears == 6>>Ask for fox ears - 400 G.G.P - You already have them<<elseif $ears != 6 && $ggp <400>>Ask for fox ears - 400 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for fox ears|Clinic Special Ears][$ears = 6; $ggp -= 400]] - 400 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ears == 7>>Ask for wolf ears - 400 G.G.P - You already have them<<elseif $ears != 7 && $ggp <400>>Ask for wolf ears - 400 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for wolf ears|Clinic Special Ears][$ears = 7; $ggp -= 400]] - 400 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ears == 8>>Ask for dragon ears - 500 G.G.P - You already have them<<elseif $ears != 8 && $ggp <500>>Ask for dragon ears - 500 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for dragon ears|Clinic Special Ears][$ears = 8; $ggp -= 500]] - 500 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ears == 4>>Ask for robotic antenna ears - 500 G.G.P - You already have them<<elseif $ears != 4 && $ggp <500>>Ask for robotic antenna ears - 500 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for robotic antenna ears|Clinic Special Ears][$ears = 4; $ggp -= 500]] - 500 G.G.P<</if>>
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<button title="Click to show/hide horn treatments" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('horn treatments') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('horn treatments') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('horn treatments') .style.display='none'}">Show/hide horn treatments</button><div id="horn treatments" style="display:none">
<<if $hornType == 0>>Ask to remove horns - 600 G.G.P - You don't have a horn<<elseif $hornType != 0 && $ggp <600>>Ask to remove horn - 600 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask to remove horn|Clinic Remove Horn][$hornType = 0; $ggp -= 600]] - 600 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $hornType == 1>>Ask for cow horns - 400 G.G.P - You already have them<<elseif $hornType != 1 && $ggp <400>>Ask for cow horns - 400 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for cow horns|Clinic Special Horn][$hornType = 1; $ggp -= 400]] - 400 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $hornType == 2>>Ask for bull horns - 400 G.G.P - You already have them<<elseif $hornType != 2 && $ggp <400>>Ask for bull horns - 400 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for bull horns|Clinic Special Horn][$hornType = 2; $ggp -= 400]] - 400 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $hornType == 3>>Ask for a dragon horn - 400 G.G.P - You already have one<<elseif $hornType != 3 && $ggp <400>>Ask for a dragon horn - 400 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for a dragon horn|Clinic Special Horn][$hornType = 3; $ggp -= 400]] - 400 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $hornType == 4>>Ask for dragon horns - 600 G.G.P - You already have them<<elseif $hornType != 4 && $ggp <600>>Ask for dragon horns - 600 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for dragon horns|Clinic Special Horn][$hornType = 4; $ggp -= 600]] - 600 G.G.P<</if>>
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<button title="Click to show/hide tail treatments" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('tail treatments') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('tail treatments') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('tail treatments') .style.display='none'}">Show/hide tail treatments</button><div id="tail treatments" style="display:none">
<<if $tail == 0>>Ask to remove tail - 600 G.G.P - You don't have a tail<<elseif $tail != 0 && $ggp <600>>Ask to remove tail - 600 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask to remove tail|Clinic Remove Tail][$tail = 0; $ggp -= 600]] - 600 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $tail == 1>>Ask for cat tail - 400 G.G.P - You already have one<<elseif $tail != 1 && $ggp <400>>Ask for cat tail - 400 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for cat tail|Clinic Special Tail][$tail = 1; $ggp -= 400]] - 400 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $tail == 2>>Ask for dog tail - 400 G.G.P - You already have one<<elseif $tail != 2 && $ggp <400>>Ask for dog tail - 400 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for dog tail|Clinic Special Tail][$tail = 2; $ggp -= 400]] - 400 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $tail == 3>>Ask for bunny tail - 400 G.G.P - You already have one<<elseif $tail != 3 && $ggp <400>>Ask for bunny tail - 400 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for bunny tail|Clinic Special Tail][$tail = 3; $ggp -= 400]] - 400 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $tail == 4>>Ask for cow tail - 400 G.G.P - You already have one<<elseif $tail != 4 && $ggp <400>>Ask for cow tail - 400 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for cow tail|Clinic Special Tail][$tail = 4; $ggp -= 400]] - 400 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $tail == 5>>Ask for fox tail - 400 G.G.P - You already have one<<elseif $tail != 5 && $ggp <400>>Ask for fox tail - 400 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for fox tail|Clinic Special Tail][$tail = 5; $ggp -= 400]] - 400 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $tail == 6>>Ask for wolf tail - 400 G.G.P - You already have one<<elseif $tail != 6 && $ggp <400>>Ask for wolf tail - 400 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for wolf tail|Clinic Special Tail][$tail = 6; $ggp -= 400]] - 400 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $tail == 7>>Ask for dragon tail - 400 G.G.P - You already have one<<elseif $tail != 7 && $ggp <400>>Ask for dragon tail - 400 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for dragon tail|Clinic Special Tail][$tail = 7; $ggp -= 400]] - 400 G.G.P<</if>>
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<button title="Click to show/hide skin treatments" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('skin treatments') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('skin treatments') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('skin treatments') .style.display='none'}">Show/hide skin treatments</button><div id="skin treatments" style="display:none">
<<if $skinType == 0>>Ask to return you skin to normal - 1000 G.G.P - You already have normal skin<<elseif $ggp <1000>>Ask to return you skin to normal - 1000 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask to return you skin to normal|Clinic Normal Skin][$skinType =0; $ggp -= 1000; $altColour = "undefined"]] - 1000 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $skinType == 1>>Ask to have short fur covering your skin - 400 G.G.P - You already have short fur<<elseif $ggp <400>>Ask to have short fur covering your skin - 400 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask to have short fur covering your skin|Clinic Special Skin][$skinType =1; $ggp -= 400]] - 400 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $skinType == 2>>Ask to have long fur covering your skin - 600 G.G.P - You already have long fur<<elseif $ggp <600>>Ask to have long fur covering your skin - 600 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask to have long fur covering your skin|Clinic Special Skin][$skinType =2; $ggp -= 600]] - 600 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $skinType == 5>>Ask to have reptilian scales covering your skin - 600 G.G.P - You already have reptilian scales<<elseif $ggp <600>>Ask to have reptilian scales covering your skin - 600 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask to have reptilian scales covering your skin|Clinic Special Skin][$skinType =5; $ggp -= 600]] - 600 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $skinType == 4>>Ask to have smooth plastic cover your skin - 500 G.G.P - You already have smooth plastic skin<<elseif $ggp <500>>Ask to have smooth plastic cover your skin - 500 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask to have smooth plastic cover your skin|Clinic Special Skin][$skinType =4; $ggp -= 500]] - 500 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $skinType == 3>>Ask to have shiny metal cover your skin - 600 G.G.P - You already have shiny metal skin<<elseif $ggp <600>>Ask to have shiny metal cover your skin - 600 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask to have shiny metal cover your skin|Clinic Special Skin][$skinType =3; $ggp -= 600]] - 600 G.G.P<</if>>
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[[Decide to not get anymore transformations for now|Clinic]]<span class="male">"I love doing this procedure, barely anyone ever asks for it"</span>, adds Dr.Radcliff as you point out your selection, <span class="male">"The subjects always look so unique with a <<if $hornType == 1>>cute set of cow horns<<elseif $hornType == 2>>a sturdy set of bull horns<<elseif $hornType == 3>>a single elegant dragon horn<<elseif $hornType == 4>>an elegant set of dragon horns<</if>>. I’m sure I’ve seen it pulled off well in an anime"</span>.
The doctor motions for you to sit down in a chair that is again reminiscent of a dentist's chair, as he searches for something he's yet to explain. This time, however, there are no visible restraints, and, and, given that you're volunteering for this procedure, you feel less nervous about that and take the seat as instructed.
After a few minutes wait, the doctor returns, a <<if $hornType == 1>>cow<<elseif $hornType == 2>>bull<elseif $hornType == 3 || $hornType == 4>>dragon<</if>> horn headband in hand.
<span class="male">"Okay $firstName, so the procedure is very simple, all I need to do is put this headband on your head and then shoot you with the radiation cannon"</span>, he says motioning at a large cylinder on a strut hanging above you, <span class="male">"You're in safe hands, the treatment should more than protect you, there really is nothing to worry about"</span>.
Your worries at least partially dealt with, you allow the doctor to place the headband on you and line up the weird cylinder. Then you hear a !Click! as her presses down a button.
You feel a little light headed, your head feeling a little warm but nothing else. You reach up to check that the headband hasn't fallen off only to knock against something very solid. In fact the sensation is so intense that you feel a bit of a headache as you pull your sore hand back. That’s certainly going to take some getting used to, you think to yourself as you move your hand back up tentatively to get another a feel. Herking against the seat, your <<if $vagina>>pussy leaving a small puddle of lust<<else>>penis leaking a small glob of pre-cum in response<</if>>, you realise that with a softer touch that felt good. It seems that your horns are actually quite sensitive when touched in the right way.
The doctor looks on smiling for a moment, before walking over with a small mirror in hand. Peaking through the front of your <<checkHair>> $hairColour hair you have <<if $hornType == 1>>a small pair of cute nub-like cow horns<<elseif $hornType == 2>>a tall and sturdy pair of bull horns<<elseif $hornType == 3>>a single elegant dragon horn<<elseif $hornType == 4>>an elegant set of dragon horns<</if>>.
[["Did you want anything else?"|Clinic Anthro Transformation Options]] Asks the doctor smiling.<span class="male">"Are you sure you want this procedure"</span>, adds Dr.Radcliff as you point out your selection, <span class="male">"The subjects always look so boring when they return their appearances back to normal"</span>.
The doctor motions for you to sit down in a chair that is again reminiscent of a dentist's chair, as he searches for something he's yet to explain. This time, however, there are no visible restraints, and, given that you're volunteering for this procedure, you feel less nervous about that and take the seat as instructed.
After a few minutes wait, the doctor returns, nothing in hand.
<span class="male">"Okay $firstName, so the procedure is very simple, all I need to do is shoot you with the radiation cannon and it should purge the alteration and return your forehead back to normal. No more horns for now at the very least"</span>, he says motioning at a large cylinder on a strut hanging above you, <span class="male">"you're in safe hands, the treatment should more than protect you, there really is nothing to worry about"</span>.
Your worries at least partially dealt with, you allow the doctor to line up the weird cylinder. Then you hear a !Click! as her presses down a button.
You feel a little light headed, your head feeling a little warm but nothing else. You reach up to check if you still have horns sprouting out of your forehead, but find only empty space.
The doctor looks on smiling for a moment, before walking over with a small mirror in hand. On top of your <<checkHair>> $hairColour hair you have no horns sprouting out of the top of your head.
[["Did you want anything else?"|Clinic Anthro Transformation Options]] Asks the doctor smiling.Above a rather stylish-looking glass window fronted store. Emblazoned both upon the window and on a sign above the door you see a logo featuring a fox, the business titled, <span class="neutral">"Fur Life - Boutique Transformations"</span>.
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Heading through the mostly glass door, you enter a comfortably sized room decorated like an upmarket waiting room. Potted plants, coffee tables and comfortable sofas make up the bulk of the floor space, making the room feel more like a style-conscious fashionista’s living room than a store. Along the walls you can see framed artistically lit photographs featuring various individuals, however, all of their bodies seem to have at least some animalistic trait that becomes the focus of the image.
Sitting behind a high desk, herself on a raised stool, you spot a strange orange and white-furred figure reading a fashion magazine. Even from a cursory look it’s easy to tell that she’s very much a woman, her unclothed form putting her average yet perky breasts on full display. Her face also isn’t what you’d expect, instead resembling that of a fox, snout and all. You even occasionally spot a flash of a furry orange and white tail pop above the counter. Of course, the alterations aren’t completely animalistic, enhancing some of her more feminine qualities to make her more traditionally sexy, long eyelashes and delicate hands both standing out to you as not particularly fox-like traits.
Spotting your arrival, she puts down the magazine, looking at you with an overly excited grin. With an eager wave, she beckons you over to her, and so you approach <<if visited()>1>>the cheerful fox-girl<<else>>Jasmine the fox-girl store owner<</if>>.
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<span class="female">"Hey there cutie! Thanks for coming and visiting my store. I know it might not be totally easy to figure out, so, just so you know, here at ‘Fur Life’ we offer a wide array of fetish body modifications. Though, we’re more focused around animalistic traits. I mean, I pick the stock and I might be a little biased, but we have a lot of choices on offer, so I’m sure we have something you’ll love. Like, it’s super quick and easy to change stuff around, so it might be worth it to give it a try and see if you like it. But, I’m talking too much. Hi, I’m Jasmine, though people call me Jas, what can I do for you today?"</span>, asks the fox-girl rather quickly in her high-pitch girly voice, observably excited to have a customer to talk to.
Curious that there are other businesses offering transformations in the facility, you ask the well-groomed vulpine woman, <span class="player">"Wait, so you do transformations too? Is that safe? I thought the clinic handled most things"</span>.
Laughing so hard that she actually smacks her knee, eventually pulling her tail in front of her face to muffle the torrent of giggles. Calming down eventually, she looks at your even more eagerly happy than before, <span class="female">"Oh, that’s a good one! Haven’t laughed so much in a while! … oh, you were serious? Well … erm, oops. Sorry, it’s just that the clinic really tries to play up how technical all of their stuff is, but the facility packages it up and sells it on to other businesses all around. Most of them, like, try and play up how complicated it is to make themselves look good, lets them put the prices up, but it’s really not that hard to do. Most of their stuff is just injections and add-on attachments, quick, harmless, and even a drunk teen working part-time could administer them. I’d put money on them doing at-home treatments soon, but until then I can still keep this place running. Like, it’s still worth coming here though. Like, because I keep the prices down, I’m probably the best cost for this sort of thing in the facility, plus I won’t experiment on you out of boredom"</span>.
<span class="player">"But, why tell me all that? Wouldn’t it be better to not and get more customers?"</span>, you reply, wondering what the catch is.
<span class="female">"Maybe. But, like, I don’t have any money issues, and don’t really feel like lying to people. I mostly set up my business to make friends and help people out who wanted to try this stuff to have someone to talk them through it all. Plus, I’m not completely useless in this. Anyone might be able to give you the treatment, but I match everything up, so it looks right. I mean, you wouldn’t want to have a botch job, would you? I once had a girl come in, cat ears coming out the back of her head, apparently, she’d got it done at somewhere really shoddy. So, you get the picture. Now, with all that said, is there anything I can do for you today?"</span>, answers the brightly furred girl, an obvious hint of pride in her cute voice tone.
Do you:
[[Ask to look at their treatment options|Fur Life Menu]]
<<if $mobileView>><a data-passage="Fetish Hub">Leave building</a><<else>><div align="center"><a data-passage="Fetish Hub"><img src="TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitDark.jpg" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitLight.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitDark.jpg'"/></a></div><</if>><<elseif lastVisited("Fetish Hub") is 1 && visited() >= 4 && $petPlay && !$metVincent>><<include [[Fur Life Meet Vincent Start]]>><<else>><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/JasmineSmall.png]]</div>
<span class="female">"Hey there cutie! Glad you came back! So, is there anything I can do for you today? I’m not sure if we’ve got any new stock in since last time, but I’m certain we can find something fun in our selection to brighten your day. However, if you just want to spend some time here instead then that would be cool too. I like the company, and we have so many comfy sofas that nobody is going to complain if you just want to put your feet up and relax. So, what’s it going to be today?"</span>, asks the fox-girl rather quickly in her high-pitch girly voice, observably excited to have a customer to talk to.
Do you:
[[Ask to look at their treatment options|Fur Life Menu]]
<<if $mobileView>><a data-passage="Fetish Hub">Leave building</a><<else>><div align="center"><a data-passage="Fetish Hub"><img src="TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitDark.jpg" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitLight.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitDark.jpg'"/></a></div><</if>><</if>>You see a sign above an otherwise unremarkable, yet large, doorway, titled, <span class="neutral">"Industrial Dairy"</span>, the smell of sweat and machinery heavy in the air.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Signs/Dairy.png]]</div>
Heading through the large, open, entrance way, you enter a large loading room. Heavy looking metal urns of milk wait around on transport carts, ready to be shipped out, and you hear muffled moans in the distance. The room otherwise is rather clinical and clean, tiled walls, and metal flooring. The only thing that really stands out is a small office with a window to one side, inside which sits a man wearing blue latex gloves, and a white lab coat style jacket. He looks relatively well groomed, though his short, rusty, bearded, and slightly unkempt red hair give you the feeling that he doesn't take much time maintaining his appearance. Coming out to greet you, <<if visited()>1 || visited("Lactation Training Lesson") || visited("Industrial Dairy Job Start")>>the human milk farmer you know as Henry approaches<<else>>the dairy supervisor approaches<</if>>.
<<if visited()<=1>><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/HenryLarge.png]]</div>
Nodding his head slightly in greeting, with a thick accent he asks, <span class="male">"Not that I don’t appreciate the visit, but what are you doing here? If you’re here to sight see then we have designated tour times, and they’re at the other entrance, so you’re way off track. Otherwise, if you’re looking for work, then you’ll need to be lactating or willing to. If neither of those apply, then get out of here, as we don’t need anyone spooking the herd. This place needs to be kept up to proper standards, both for the cows, and for health inspection, so we can’t just let people wander around like they own the place"</span>, his tone is not quite accusatorial in nature, but it’s edging towards it in your mind.
<span class="player">"Alright, I’ll .."</span>, you start in reply before being interrupted.
<span class="male">"Look, I’m guessing you’re a trainee seeing as you entered through the hub door, and not through the one we get most of the guests through. Though, we get a few lost tourists this side too. What I’m getting at is, if you’re looking for some quick cash then the dairy could work well for you, especially if you’re not looking to get pushed into sexual work."</span>, his tone and expression softening slightly.
<span class="player">"How would that even work?"</span>, you ask back, curious about how they operate a dairy in the facility, especially seeing as he seemed to think you could work there, still not sure what all the lactating comments were about.
Smacking himself in the head, the man looks at you as if he’s missed saying something important. <span class="male">"Right, you’re a trainee, at least that’s my guess if you’re still here. Anyway, we’re a human milk farm, an industrial one at that. We push slaves, volunteers and trainee’s bodies into lactating, then we collect the milk for a profit. People are willing to pay a lot for human milk funnily enough. We can get it to work in males and females, though most people prefer female milk production. Like I said, pay’s decent, we’d have to induce lactation but that’s not too hard. If you’re interested then feel free to ask. We do it for free for trainees. Well, we take the first milking as payment, so it’s basically free. We can also provide supplements to help your lactation, though some of those get quite pricy. Some of the herd get really into them, and then there’s the farm competitions, so it can really be worth it as an investment"</span>, he explains, showing you some instructional pamphlets as he does.<<else>><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/HenrySmall.png]]</div>
<span class="male">"Hi there"</span>, nods the busy supervisor, a hard to appraise look on his face. <span class="male">"Can’t let you into the main floor at the moment, not unless you’re coming for a milking. But, I can chat a bit if you need to, or sell you some lactation aids if that’s what you’re looking for"</span>. Seemingly finished all he has to say, Henry awaits your answer.<</if>>
Do you:
[[Ask Henry if you can look at his lactation aid stock|Industrial Dairy Shop]]
<<if !$lactating>>[[Ask Henry to make you lactate|Industrial Dairy Induce Lactation][$lactating = true]]<<else>>[[Ask Henry to make you stop lactating|Industrial Dairy Stop Lactation][$lactating = false; $lactationLevel = 0; $lactationModifier = 0; $lactationCap = 0]]<</if>><<if $lactating && $lactationLevel >0>><br><br>[[Ask Henry to milk you|Industrial Dairy Milking][$timesMasturbated += 1]]<</if>>
<<if $mobileView>><a data-passage="Industrial Hub">Leave building</a><<else>><div align="center"><a data-passage="Industrial Hub"><img src="TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitDark.jpg" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitLight.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitDark.jpg'"/></a></div><</if>>As you pass through the industrial plaza you hear a some loud noise coming from a crowd. Mostly comprised of dirt streaked men wearing overalls and boiler suits, they all seem to be chatting and laughing between themselves, obscuring your vision to what’s the center of their attention.
Curious, you try and get a little closer, hoping to hear what they’re talking about, or maybe see what the commotion is about. But, sadly, you have little luck with your plan, only vaguely spotting some large metallic box in the middle, the conversations being muffled by the size and loudness of the assembled workers.
Now invested in finding out what’s going on, you move up to one of the men on the outside of the circle, asking conversationally <span class="player">"So, what’s going on here? There seems to be a pretty big crowd"</span>, trying to keep your tone light and friendly to avoid annoying a facility employee.
It takes a moment for you to get a reply, but the man turns to you eventually, finally noticing your presence. <span class="male">"Hey. Yeah, sorry, pretty loud out here mate. Did you ask something?"</span>.
<span class="player">"Yeah, what’s going on here?"</span>, you ask again, trying to keep any irritation at having to repeat yourself out of your voice.
<span class="male">"Thought everyone knew"</span>, he replies with a shrug, <span class="male">"We’re making use of one of the relief boxes. Break's practically over, so I don’t think I’m going to have time. Guess that means I’ll be blue balled until next break at the least. Might have to swing by one of the glory holes after work at this rate"</span>.
Even more curious, you inquire, <span class="player">"Relief boxes?"</span>, pretty sure you know where this is going.
<span class="male">"Yeah, fuck boxes. You know, they jam some random trainees and slaves in them, mostly those that are on punishment or underperforming. Guess it gives them some intense training, and gives them an incentive to work harder"</span>, he nods back.
<span class="player">"So, who’s in there?"</span>, you continue, trying to get a full picture of the situation.
Shrugging, the workman answers, <span class="male">"Not sure. Does it matter? A hole’s a hole after all. We’re just glad that we get some perks down here, this place is pretty rough, so the benefits really keep up morale. Even if some of us get pissed off over missing our turn every now and then. At least we get discounts with the glory holes too I suppose"</span>.
Pretty sure that’s the best answer you’re going to get, you nod to the grimy man in thanks before wandering off. As you leave, you realize that you never did find out who was inside that box. For all you know, it could just be an elaborate sex toy used to fool the industrial floor workers. Though, maybe not. Probably best not to push your luck and find out, you suppose as you walk away.<span class="player">"I'm looking to maybe buy something"</span>, you answer.
<span class="male">"Sure. Then, let’s get you a listing of our stock so you can get an idea of what we have to offer. Just to make sure you know up front, all of our booster serums are genetic therapies. They’ll have a permanent effect on you, whether you’re lactating or not. There’s no odd side effects, but once they’re in your body they aren’t coming back out. There are also hard limits to how many your body can handle, so don’t go asking me for any past that, we keep records and I’m not going to dose you up with anything that might adversely affect your health"</span>, says Henry before he briefly heads back into his office.
Emerging a moment later he hands you a list explaining all of the current options and their prices. As you read through the document, Henry waits to one side bored, occasionally looking at his watch or fidgeting with his pockets, waiting for your response.
<hr>Do you purchase:
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<<if $lactationBoosterSpeed >=3>>Lactation Speed Booster - 2500 G.G.P - you're already at the maximum amount of lactation speed boosters your body can handle<<elseif $ggp <2500>>Lactation Speed Booster - 2500 G.G.P - you can't afford this<<else>>[[Lactation Speed Booster|Industrial Dairy Buy Speed Booster][$ggp -= 2500; $lactationBoosterSpeed +=1]] - 2500 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $lactationBoosterStorage >=3>>Lactation Storage Booster - 2500 G.G.P - you're already at the maximum amount of lactation storage boosters your body can handle<<elseif $ggp <2500>>Lactation Storage Booster - 2500 G.G.P - you can't afford this<<else>>[[Lactation Storage Booster|Industrial Dairy Buy Storage Booster][$ggp -= 2500; $lactationBoosterStorage +=1]] - 2500 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $lactationBoosterQuantity >=3>>Lactation Quantity Booster - 3000 G.G.P - you're already at the maximum amount of lactation quantity boosters your body can handle<<elseif $ggp <3000>>Lactation Quantity Booster - 3000 G.G.P - you can't afford this<<else>>[[Lactation Quantity Booster|Industrial Dairy Buy Quantity Booster][$ggp -= 3000; $lactationBoosterQuantity +=1]] - 3000 G.G.P<</if>></div>
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<<if $lactationType == 0>>Lactation Type: Milk - 250 G.G.P - your body already produces milk<<elseif $ggp <250>>Lactation Type: Milk - 250 G.G.P - you can't afford this<<else>>[[Lactation Type: Milk|Industrial Dairy Buy Lactation Type Change][$ggp -= 250; $lactationType = 0]] - 250 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $lactationType == 1>>Lactation Type: Chocolate Milk - 500 G.G.P - your body already produces chocolate milk<<elseif $ggp <250>>Lactation Type: Chocolate Milk - 500 G.G.P - you can't afford this<<else>>[[Lactation Type: Chocolate Milk|Industrial Dairy Buy Lactation Type Change][$ggp -= 500; $lactationType = 1]] - 500 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $lactationType == 2>>Lactation Type: Strawberry Milk - 500 G.G.P - your body already produces strawberry milk<<elseif $ggp <250>>Lactation Type: Strawberry Milk - 500 G.G.P - you can't afford this<<else>>[[Lactation Type: Strawberry Milk|Industrial Dairy Buy Lactation Type Change][$ggp -= 500; $lactationType = 2]] - 500 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $lactationType == 3>>Lactation Type: Honey - 1000 G.G.P - your body already produces honey<<elseif $ggp <1000>>Lactation Type: Honey - 1000 G.G.P - you can't afford this<<else>>[[Lactation Type: Honey|Industrial Dairy Buy Lactation Type Change][$ggp -= 1000; $lactationType = 3]] - 1000 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $lactationType == 4>>Lactation Type: Cum - 1000 G.G.P - your body already produces cum<<elseif $ggp <1000>>Lactation Type: Cum - 1000 G.G.P - you can't afford this<<else>>[[Lactation Type: Cum|Industrial Dairy Buy Lactation Type Change][$ggp -= 1000; $lactationType = 4]] - 1000 G.G.P<</if>></div><hr>
[[Decide to stop browsing the stock for now|Industrial Dairy]]<<set $lactationCap = (1000 + (($lactationSkill + 1) * 1000) + ($breastSize * 200)) * ($lactationBoosterQuantity + 1) * ($lactationBoosterStorage + 1)>><<if $udder>><<set $lactationCap += 2000>><</if>><<set $random = random(0,100)>><<set $lactationModifier = ((100 + (($lactationSkill + 1) * 50) + $random + ($breastSize * 20)) * ($lactationBoosterQuantity + 1)) * ($lactationBoosterSpeed + 1)>>With a nod, you ask the dairy supervisor, <span class="player">"Hey. Yeah, I’d like to get lactation treatment, if that’s okay?"</span>.
With a shrug, Henry replies, <span class="male">"Sure. Let me just get you the paperwork to sign. After that we can get you all hooked up within the hour, and ready to walk out of here fully lactating. If you find you don’t like the whole milking thing, then we can undo it for free. No one really wants to deal with a complaining hucow, and you’re a free person for now at least"</span>, and on that notehe briefly heads back into his office to retrieve a stack of paperwork for you to sign.
You spend a few minutes looking over the complex legal documents to little success, but Henry goes over everything with you section by section. Unless he’s hiding something, then it seems everything he’s said so far is true. Not only will they stop your lactation for you for free if you ask them to, but there also seems to be a lot of notes about ensuring your care and safety while you’re within the dairy. Overall, it’s kind of surprising how much importance they put on your good health, but you suppose that’s in part due to them not wanting to sell unhealthy milk.
<span class="player">"That all seems fine"</span>, you tell the red-headed farm overseer, signing the paperwork with your name.
Giving it a quick look over, Henry nods in a bored manner, answering, <span class="male">"Sure. Guess that means we have to do a lactation induction then. It’s pretty simple, we have a breast pump setup that’ll dose you with update information to the nanites in your initial treatment. You get hooked up to it, it tries to milk you, you’ll start to produce <<checkLactationType>>. It’s all standard stuff really. If it gets uncomfortable, or starts to hurt in any way you need to call out, so I can come and deal with the situation, not that there should be any. Other than that, you’ll need to be naked, and as part of the deal we get to keep your first <<checkLactationType>> harvest"</span>, scratching his beard, he continues, <span class="male">"That’s it really. Like I said, standard stuff. Though <<if $breastSize == 0>>you might want to think about getting yourself some breasts, otherwise you might not be doing too well with your production<<elseif $breastSize <= 5>>your breasts should be fine, but if you’re looking for improved production then I’d suggest getting bigger ones first, at that size they may lag behind general production a little<<else>>your breasts are more than adequate, but if you’re looking to get some improved production then the larger the better<</if>>"</span>.
Passing through a side corridor from the general production floor, you head further into the dairy. Finding yourself escorted into a small changing room complete with showers, Henry waits outside for you to get ready. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>Thankfully, you don’t have to make your supervisor wait long as you're already naked<</if>>. Understanding the stringent sanitation rules which cover the dairy, you additionally give yourself a through showering, hoping that your results are up to the man’s expectations.
Though, it seems your worries were for nothing, as upon seeing you Henry only gives you another bored nod, making no comment on your nude and freshly showered form. Instead, he just continues to usher you towards another door, this time labelled, <span class="neutral">"Processing Chamber"</span>. Heading inside, you see nothing of real substance. Instead, the rather bare room contains only an odd metal stand comprised of tubes and connectors, a single screen, and a pair of breast shaped plastic domes that are attached to the wall by clear tubing.
His hand on your shoulder, you’re guided over towards the strange assortment of metal pipes, Henry giving you distinct yet gentle prods until he’s finally happy with your position. On your hands and knees, draped over the frame so that it partially supports your weight, you find that the position is strangely comfortable, the rubber coated mat that you’re kneeling on feeling soft beneath you. Giving you a reassuring pat on your <<checkAss>> bum, your supervisor heads over to the breast shaped domes, pulling them and a section of attached tubing out of the wall.
Breathing on it, and giving the rim a quick rub, Henry explains, <span class="male">"They can get pretty cold in here, so we try and heat them up a little before attaching them. You might feel a minor pinching sensation as the pump sucks the air out of the breast cup to make a seal, but that’s to be expected and should be extremely brief. If you feel anything unpleasant other than that, then you need to tell me immediately. Otherwise, welcome to the herd"</span>.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Sex Scenes/HucowMilking.jpg]]</div>
Even with his attempts to warm the plastic, it still is extremely cold as he places them on your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> breasts<</if>>, provoking a small, <span class="player">"Eeep!"</span>, to burst from your mouth. Patting you on the shoulder reassuringly, Henry waits as the pump begins taking effect, slowly engorging your <<checkNipple>> nipples until they’re fully erect and larger than ever. It does pinch a little at first, and the sensation is unusual, but certainly not an unpleasant one as your nipples are rhythmically suctioned within the breast cup.<<if $udder>><br><br>Noticing your udder with a smile, Henry proceeds to pat around the floor, looking for a hidden hatch. Pulling back a small section of flooring, you watch as he pulls out a secondary set of milking tubes, albeit this set has four long heads, perfectly suited for your long fleshy teats. Following the same procedure as with the first breast cups, he breaths on them to warm them up, fitting them carefully with yet another slight pinch as they latch on with the suction. As they begin to properly squeeze your teats, it feels amazing, your long nubs maybe even more pleasurably sensitive than your nipples.<</if>>
All the while, Henry watches on. No longer bored it seems, he keeps an attentive watch over you, ensuring that everything is alright. He occasionally steps over to look at the monitor, or checks the tubing, but generally he just waits, giving you a reassuring nod or pat every now and then.
At first you don’t see anything in the tubing, only feeling your nipples getting a little sore from the constant stimulation. The rhythmic sound of the pump is almost hypnotic in your prone position, and you feel extremely drowsy. But, curiosity more than anything keeps you awake, watching as the first spattering of <<checkLactationType>> ekes its way down the tube. It’s only a few drops, but it was something made entirely by you, giving you a warm feeling of accomplishment as you rest on the frame.
Soon the pumping is feeling a lot more pleasant, your breasts now producing <<checkLactationType>> which helps sooth the dull throb that you had previously felt from the overstimulation. Watching, you see that your yield is now much greater than a few drops, instead running consistently through the connecting tube. You lose track of time, the sensation of squirting <<checkLactationType>> pushing you into a relaxed yet blissful state. It’s not enough to cause an orgasm, but it’s nice, and you feel that given the right situation it could likely give you that extra pleasure.
Instead, it’s not much longer before you’re unhooked by the dairy supervisor, the breast cups being reinserted back into the wall. Giving you a good look over, he carefully helps you up, making sure to massage your joints that had stiffened from being held in position over the frame. In particular, he checks your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> breasts<</if>> and your <<checkNipple>> nipples, making sure that they aren’t overly sore or in any way damaged.
<span class="male">"Good job $firstName. Everything seems to be fine, though you might find random spurts of lactation result from going too long without milking. Your nipples may be a little sore for the next hour or so due to being new to all of this, but if the issue persists come back immediately and we’ll deal with it"</span>, giving you another reassuring pat on the shoulder as he escorts you out of the room.
The procedure complete, Henry takes you back into the changing room to wash and get ready. With that all done, you find yourself once again [[standing in front of Henry in the Dairy lobby|Industrial Dairy]].With a nod, you ask the dairy supervisor, <span class="player">"Hey. Yeah, I’d like to undo my lactation treatment, if that’s okay?"</span>.
With a shrug, Henry replies, <span class="male">"Sure. Let me just get you the paperwork to sign. After that we can get you all hooked up within the hour, and ready to walk out of here no longer lactating. If you find you want to try the whole milking thing again, then we can still process you for free. No one really wants to deal with a complaining hucow, and you’re a free person for now at least, so I’ll get everything sorted right away"</span>, and on that notehe briefly heads back into his office to retrieve a stack of paperwork for you to sign.
You spend a few minutes looking over the complex legal documents to little success, but Henry goes over everything with you section by section. Unless he’s hiding something, then it seems everything he’s said so far is true. Not only will they stop your lactation for you for free and without issue, but there also seems to be a lot of notes about reaccepting anyone who wants to retake the initial treatment. Overall, it’s kind of surprising how accepting they are, though you suppose it’s partly because they want to keep their herd in good spirits to ensure healthy milk production.
<span class="player">"That all seems fine"</span>, you tell the red-headed farm overseer, signing the paperwork with your name.
Giving it a quick look over, Henry nods in a bored manner, answering, <span class="male">"Sure. Guess that means we have to do a lactation removal then. It’s pretty simple, we have a breast pump setup that’ll dose you with update information to the nanites in your initial treatment. You get hooked up to it, it milks you dry, then tells you to stop producing <<checkLactationType>>. It’s all standard stuff really. If it gets uncomfortable, or starts to hurt in any way you need to call out, so I can come and deal with the situation, not that there should be any. Other than that, you’ll need to be naked, and as part of the deal we get to keep your final <<checkLactationType>> harvest"</span>, scratching his beard, he continues, <span class="male">"That’s it really. Like I said, standard stuff. Though <<if $breastSize == 0>>, no, doesn’t matter<<else if $breastSize <= 5>>, you’re a decent contributor to the herd, so if you ever want to come back I’d be happy to see you again<<else>>, you’re one of our best hucows, so if you ever want to come back I’d love to see you with us again<</if>>"</span>.
Passing through a side corridor from the general production floor, you head further into the dairy. Finding yourself escorted into a small changing room complete with showers, Henry waits outside for you to get ready. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>Thankfully, you don’t have to make your supervisor wait long as you're already naked<</if>>. Understanding the stringent sanitation rules which cover the dairy, you additionally give yourself a through showering, hoping that your results are up to the man’s expectations.
Though, it seems your worries were for nothing, as upon seeing you Henry only gives you another bored nod, making no comment on your nude and freshly showered form. Instead, he just continues to usher you towards another door, this one labelled, <span class="neutral">"Processing Chamber"</span>. Heading inside, you see nothing of real substance. Instead, the rather bare room contains only an odd metal stand comprised of tubes and connectors you know to be where you’ll rest, a single screen to monitor you, and a pair of breast cups that are attached to the wall by clear tubing.
His hand on your shoulder, you’re guided over towards the milking rack, Henry giving you distinct yet gentle prods until he’s finally happy with your position. On your hands and knees, draped over the frame so that it partially supports your weight, you find once again that the position is strangely comfortable, the rubber coated mat that you’re kneeling on feeling soft beneath you. Giving you a reassuring pat on your <<checkAss>> bum, your supervisor heads over to the breast shaped domes, pulling them and a section of attached tubing out of the wall.
Breathing on it, and giving the rim a quick rub, Henry explains, <span class="male">"You know how they can get pretty cold in here, so I’ll try and heat them up a little before attaching them, so they aren’t too uncomfortable. As always you might feel a minor pinching sensation as the pump sucks the air out of the breast cup to make a seal, but that’s to be expected and should be extremely brief. If you feel anything unpleasant other than that, then you need to tell me immediately. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy your final milking"</span>.
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Even with his attempts to warm the plastic, it still is extremely cold as he places them on your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> breasts<</if>>, provoking a small, <span class="player">"Eeep!"</span>, to burst from your mouth. Patting you on the shoulder reassuringly, Henry waits as the pump begins taking effect, slowly engorging your <<checkNipple>> nipples until they’re fully erect and larger than ever. You’re somewhat used to the pump by now, and with your body full of milk, the sensation isn’t much of a pinch. Instead it’s actually rather peasant as your nipples are rhythmically suctioned within the breast cup.<<if $udder>><br><br>Noticing your udder with a smile, Henry proceeds to pat around the floor, looking for a hidden hatch. Pulling back a small section of flooring, you watch as he pulls out a secondary set of milking tubes, albeit this set has four long heads, perfectly suited for your long fleshy teats. Following the same procedure as with the first breast cups, he breaths on them to warm them up, fitting them carefully with yet another slight pinch as they latch on with the suction. As they begin to properly milk you, the four combined tubes flooding with your <<checkLactationType>>, it feels amazing, your teats maybe even more pleasurably sensitive than your nipples.<</if>>
All the while, Henry watches on. No longer bored it seems, he keeps an attentive watch over you, ensuring that everything is alright. He occasionally steps over to look at the monitor, or checks the tubing, but generally he just waits, giving you a reassuring nod or pat every now and then.
At first you see the tubing is full of your <<checkLactationDescription>> <<checkLactationType>>, quickly being syphoned into the wall. The rhythmic sound of the pump is almost hypnotic in your prone position, and you feel extremely drowsy. But, curiosity more than anything keeps you awake, keeping an eye on it as the flow of <<checkLactationType>> slowly fades away down the tube.
Watching, you see that your yield is now much diminished, now no more than a few drops. Further the previous almost blissful relaxation of being milked also comes to an end, replaced only with a minor dull ache as your no longer <<checkLactationType>> filled <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> breasts<</if>> are suctioned by the milking pump. It’s a little uncomfortable, but nothing truly unpleasant, and soon the tube holds not even stray drops of your <<checkLactationType>>.
Instead, it’s not much longer before you’re unhooked by the dairy supervisor, the breast cups being reinserted back into the wall. Giving you a good look over, he carefully helps you up, making sure to massage your joints that had stiffened from being held in position over the frame. In particular, he checks your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> breasts<</if>> and your <<checkNipple>> nipples, making sure that they aren’t overly sore or in any way damaged.
<span class="male">"Good job $firstName. Everything seems to be fine, though you might find a few stray drops of lactation over the next day or so. Your nipples may also be a little sore for the next hour due to being overstimulated during the process, but if the issue persists come back immediately and we’ll deal with it. Other than that, I hope to see you around again. Remember, you’re always welcome here"</span>, giving you another reassuring pat on the shoulder as he escorts you out of the room.
The procedure complete, Henry takes you back into the changing room to wash and get ready. With that all done, you find yourself once again [[standing in front of Henry in the Dairy lobby|Industrial Dairy]].<<set $ggp += 50>><<if $currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">><<set $diaperWetCounter += 1>><</if>>As you're travelling, you enter into one of the facilities many lifts. Everything is going completely as usual, the lift containing a few other assorted persons but nothing else as you input your destination. Waiting bored against one of the walls, you’re suddenly jolted as you feel an odd, yet certainly pleasant, vibration tear through your urethra. Nice though it is, you can already sense the extra pressure it’s placing on your bladder, pushing you rapidly towards an accidental and rather confined public urination session.
Looking around in panic, you see that there’s still at least 10 floors before you’ll be able to get out, with none of the other stops on the way having people waiting at them. <<if $diaperLocked>>Sadly, even if there was a stop on the way it probably wouldn’t be of much use to you, what with your diaper locked on you, offering you no way out of this situation. Though, maybe you could find somewhere more private at least, you wonder as your desperation to unleash the contents of your bladder grows ever more intense.<<else>>Sadly, you can’t think of another way to escape, sure that pulling the emergency break would get you in a lot of trouble. Instead, your desperation is only growing further as your need to unleash the contents of your bladder becomes ever more intense.<</if>> Trying to delay the inevitable, you press your <<checkThigh>> thighs together, trying to take your mind off of the looming threat of peeing yourself. You wonder how noticeable it would be if you pissed yourself in such a confined environment, quickly concluding that it would be extremely noticeable to your great embarrassment. To your happy shock, you see that only 5 floors away someone has pressed the button to call the lift, a way for you to escape is now much closer. Of course, the uncomfortable need to pee is building ever more rapidly and you know that soon you'll have no choice but to wet yourself, you just hope you can last long enough.
You slowly start to pace on the spot, trying to slowly make your way to the elevator door, both sweating and blushing from the intensity of resisting the need to piss. The attempt to move even so slightly jostles you, almost releasing the floodgates, however, miraculously you reach the door with only the faintest wet dripping sensation so far, making your <<if $vagina>>pussy slick with your urine<<else>><<checkPenis>> cock head slick with your urine<</if>>. Sadly, your luck doesn’t seem to hold up, as you realize with shock that the lift door still has 3 floors to go.
It happens all of a sudden. Frustrated with the slow pace of the elevator, and the slight jostling it gives having knocked your need to urinate to the point of no return, the result is that you can no longer maintain what little control over your bladder that you had. With an audible hiss, your golden piss starts flooding out of you with great speed and quantity into the lift.
<<if $currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">>Thankfully, you are wearing a diaper, otherwise you'd likely be even more obvious in your urination, leaving a large puddle on the floor. Though, even with your diaper some of the contents seem to have leaked out and down your leg.<<elseif $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>With shock, you realise that you’ve soaked your $currentUnderwear through, their sodden form clinging wetly to your <<checkSkin>> form.<<else>>With shock, you realize that you’re not wearing any underwear at all, leaving nothing to stop you making a large and incredibly noticeable mess.<</if>> Of course, with the distinct noise, amber lake around your feet, and strong and noxious smell now filling the small enclosed space, it’d be impossible to miss spotting your humiliated form.
Noticing your look of distress, one of the other passengers beings to approach you before realizing from the horrid smell what has occurred. With a sound of disgust, they take a step back as you just stand there, the pool of piss growing steadily as you relieve yourself. The smell of fresh urine clings to you and to the lift, leaving you unable to escape your shame, and you’re sure it’ll take a shower or two before you’ll be able to get rid of it from yourself, let alone what some poor janitor will have to do to the lift. Worst of all, the feeling of wetting yourself is actually turning you on, your <<if $penis>>cock rock hard in response<<else>>pussy wet and needy in response<</if>>, the vibrations in your bladder making you feel amazing. As the last dregs of piss drip out of you, the uncomfortable pressure is finally gone, bringing a weird happiness to you, despite the humiliation. Of course, the other people in the lift don’t see it that way, some shrieking with horror, others laughing mockingly, but all of them flooding to the opposite side of the lift, trying to avoid your large puddle of urine. As the door dings, the crowd all rush out in unison, trying to escape from you and your foul mess as quickly as possible, leaving you all alone in your humiliation.
Finally taking stock of the situation, you evaluate what just happened. You wet yourself in public lift, and a group of random passers-by watched on as you did. Certainly not a high point in your day. <span class="neutral">"50 G.G.P. awarded to Trainee $firstName for: Amusing the patrons of the facility by publicly wetting themselves"</span>, intones the familiar monotone of Alice the AI from a nearby wall as you flee, one last embarrassment from the situation accompanying it as a photo of your public shame is openly displayed on the screen. No longer wanting to take the lift after what just happened, you decide instead to take the last few floors of this leg of the trip on the stairs, after all at least you won’t get trapped on them.
Blushing deeply, and stinking of your own piss, your accident complete you [[continue onward|interuptDestinationTime( $intendedLocation )]].As you’re sipping on a cup of the relatively cool tea, you notice due to her audible cough that standing next to you is the rabbit ear topped blonde girl Daisy, wearing her cute frilly pink dress. Almost immediately you notice that she isn’t accompanied by her regular partner Katie, instead seemingly here alone. Smiling warmly, she asks in a polite tone, <span class="female">"Hello $firstName. Can I join you for tea?"</span>.
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Seeing no issue with that you politely respond, <span class="player">"Hi Daisy. Sure, but where is Katie?"</span>, curious as to where he almost inseparable partner is.
<span class="female">"Thanks! And, don’t worry she’s fine. We went on an adventure and it turned out to be a petting zoo they’d set up. It was a lot of fun, but I can only take so many jokes about my rabbit ears and tail before needing a break. Katie was having a really good time, so I told her to stay a bit longer and I’d save her a spot here for later"</span>, laughs the pigtailed blonde, seemingly not too upset about the whole incident. Instead she takes a seat next to you, daintily refilling your cup from a nearby teapot before serving herself.
Wondering about her ears, now that they’ve been brought up, you ask mostly as small talk, <span class="player">"So, how did you end up with rabbit ears? It just doesn’t seem like a nursery thing, and I don’t think I’ve seen anyone else with them around here"</span>, following it up with a quick, <span class="player">"Not that I think they’re bad or anything. I was just trying to figure out if you got them on an adventure or something"</span>.
Giggling into her cup of tea, you see that Daisy has taken your question in good spirits. <span class="female">"Yeah. I like them, I mean they’re super cute, but they do stand out a bit too much sometimes. When I came to the facility at first, I was a volunteer, but I didn’t really know what I wanted to do. I tried a couple of things, including being a bunny girl maid. They have the best outfits, so adorable! Anyway, I liked cute clothes, and everything pink and girly, so this place caught my interest. Then I met Katie when she was out and about, and she was just … she fusses, but she looks great in the cute pink clothes they put her in. We hit it off, and, I signed up immediately after"</span>.
Taking a sip of tea, she looks wistfully down at it. <span class="female">"That was back before they had a lot of the nursery built. We’ve both been around for a while now, longer than most here, though Katie slightly longer than me. They used to not have a lot of the cool stuff they do today, but Papa Glover really looks after us, you know. He even ships in all these super cute clothes for me, even if some of them are a little more adult than I probably should be allowed"</span>, breaking out of her reminiscence, she giggles again whispering and putting a finger to her lips, <span class="female">"Plus he puts Katie in all the most adorable clothes for me, though that’s a super special secret just between us. Don’t worry, she likes it really, she just enjoys being a fuss about it more"</span>.
Giggling along in response, you spend the next half an hour having an extensive conversation with Daisy, as you eat cake, drink lukewarm tea, and play with your own stuffed toys. Daisy seems really nice, and a lot more refined than anyone else you’ve met in the nursery, and she seems to really enjoy her time with you. Though, throughout the whole time you notice that she talks a lot about Katie, who obviously means a great deal to her. The conversation meanders about, but Daisy loves to talk about clothes, especially Lolita fashion, music, and anything that sounds even remotely cute.
<<include [[ABDL Job Tea Party End]]>>As you’re sipping on a cup of the relatively cool tea, you notice as someone loudly crashes into the seat next to you. Looking up you see it is the blonde plaited pigtailed blonde girl Katie, wearing her cute pink dungaree dress. Almost immediately you also notice that she isn’t accompanied by her regular partner Daisy, instead seemingly here alone. Smiling warmly, trying her best innocent expression she asks in a sweet tone, <span class="female">"Hi $firstName. Do you mind if I join you for tea?"</span>.
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Seeing no issue with that, and wondering if she’d even accept a no, you politely respond, <span class="player">"Hi Katie. Sure, but where is Daisy?"</span>, curious as to where he almost inseparable partner is.
<span class="female">"Great!"</span>, she smiles before her face contorts into a grumpy frown, <span class="female">"She’s fine! Daisy’s on one of her TV shooting days. The facility TV people love her because she’s good at music, and they think her adorable bunny ears are cute. It’s not fair! I should get to go too, but they don’t normally want me along!"</span>. Now in a slightly more subdued mood, she takes hold of the nearby tea pot hastily refilling your cup before serving herself.
Not wanting to upset her, but intrigued by the talk of Daisy being on TV, you ask calmly, <span class="player">"So, how did she end up getting all those TV roles? I thought she was a part of the nursery"</span>.
You momentarily wonder if she’s going to take the question well, but it seems like her desire to talk about Daisy outweighs he current bad mood. With a slight giggle, a small yet genuine small showing, she responds, <span class="female">"Daisy’s really awesome, that’s why! Like she polls really well with the audience, and people saw her on different things in the facility before she joined the nursery. Plus, she’s like super cute and gives amazing cuddles! They got her early on for this farm based show, and since then she’s been in high demand. I just … miss her when she’s away"</span>.
Taking a sip of tea, she continues, <span class="female">"Before she came to the nursery it was really quiet around here. They didn’t have a lot of the stuff, and it could get really boring at times. Daisy really helped out with that, she’s a lot more … willing to do ‘naughty’ things than some of us are. Though it’s fun to do that sort of play when she’s there too. Papa Glover looked after us really well, but they didn’t want to give him much funding. He scouted me out specifically when I got brought in, apparently, I had the right look. And, well, I joined on the spot after he promised that he’d look after me, and let me play with animals and go to Renaissance fair’s. Now we get to do that sort of stuff all the time"</span>, pouting again, she giggles, <span class="female">"Though sometimes he puts me in some of the girliest pink clothes, and I just don’t suit them. Daisy always tells me I do, but I don’t think I can pull off pink. I bet they’re conspiring against me to make me wear pink, but I don’t think I could keep mad at them if they did. Though I might fall asleep with a wet diaper near Daisy’s face at some point in return for it"</span>.
Giggling along in response, you spend the next half an hour having an extensive conversation with Katie, as you eat a lot of cake, drink lukewarm tea, all the time play with your own stuffed toys. Katie seems really nice, though she has a hint of tomboyish-ness about her, at least in her outdoorsy interests. Though, throughout the whole time you notice that she talks a lot about Daisy, who obviously means a great deal to her. The conversation meanders about, but Katie loves to talk about adventures she’s been on, especially her love of climbing things, folk music, and dressing up for historical re-enactment.
<<include [[ABDL Job Tea Party End]]>>As you’re sipping on a cup of the relatively cool tea, you notice due to her audible cough that standing next to you is the rabbit ear topped blonde girl Daisy, wearing her cute frilly pink dress. Hand in hand she waits for your attention with her regular cheerfully smiling blonde plaited pigtailed partner Katie, wearing her cute pink dungaree dress. Giggling warmly, Daisy asks in a polite tone, <span class="female">"Hello $firstName. Can we join you for tea?"</span>, Katie accompanying the statement with an enthusiastic nod.
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Seeing no issue with that you politely respond, <span class="player">"Hi you two. Sure, of course you can, but do you have anything you want to try out in particular?"</span>, wondering if there’s another motive for their joint visit.
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<span class="female">"Yay! Now we have another tea party buddy!"</span>, laughs the energetic pigtailed blonde, Katie, as she practically jumps into the seat next to you. Taking her time, a little more delicate and refined in her action, Daisy instead sits on the other side of you, beaming with joy in agreement. While your more enthusiastic guest starts passing out small cakes to the three of you, your more subdued companion begins carefully pouring out tea into your cup to top you up, before then preparing a cup for Katie and then herself last.
Now with everyone properly served, Daisy begins in a sweet and polite tone, <span class="female">"Don’t worry, no pranks today, Katie’s agreed to be on her best behaviour. We just really love spending time at the tea party, and extra company can make it a lot of fun. These days neither of us get out of the nursery much, other than a bit of work for me that is, so we’re always curious to hear about the gossip going around the facility. Do you know if they ever caught that tentacle thing that escaped from the labs last year? I heard that was pretty scary. Oh, and have they opened up anymore cute stores?"</span>.
<span class="female">"I heard the monster was stealing away people to its secret sex lair. It’s super scary!"</span>, chimes in Katie before you get a chance to answer, her tone one of scared excitement.
Taking a sip of tea, you try your best to answer their questions, though pointing out that you don’t know anything about tentacle monsters, which causes Katie to deflate slightly in response. Finally, curious as why they don’t leave the nursery much anymore, you ask, <span class="player">"I hope I’m not being rude, but why don’t you leave the nursery much anymore? Do they keep you here now or something?"</span>.
Giggling in unison, the two of them shakes their heads vehemently, taking a moment to recover before they can give a proper answer. Finally, calming down first, Daisy waves to you in an attempt to show that it’s nothing like that. <span class="female">"No, no, nothing like that. They look after us really well here, and other than curfew we could roam around the facility as we please. It’s actually pretty safe for us too, as we’re owned property of the nursery, and the laws on stealing or harming … people like us, are extremely strict. We just don’t have a lot of time to run around out there"</span>, her voice becoming more subdued she continues, <span class="female">"You see, things are just a bit …"</span>.
Sitting on the edge of your seat to hear what the bunny eared Lolita has to say, you’re suddenly interrupted, almost spilling your tea as you feel a foot collide with your shin underneath the table. Thankfully the foot in question is shoeless, so the effect is only minor, but it does derail the conversation as you make a sharp, <span class="player">"Eeep!"</span>, sound. Rapidly looking around, you can easily guess the culprit, especially as your energetic other tea party attendant has a look of shock on her face which any court would describe as one of guilt.
Nervously, Katie in a panic apologises. <span class="female">"I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to! Did I hurt you, please say I didn’t hurt you! You’re okay aren’t you? Please?"</span>, doing her best to check you over under the table, obviously sorry for what she. Popping back up, she chimes in a slightly less nervous, but still more subdued voice, <span class="female">"That was meant for Daisy. It was … she was going to say something I thought she shouldn’t. Sorry again that you got caught in the crossfire"</span>.
Seeing how upset she is, you quickly accept her apology, not seeing any reason to let her stew in her sorrow, especially as no harm was actually done. What follows is a brief confrontation between the pair, as Daisy sulks that Katie was about to kick her, but eventually accepts the apology after receiving some more cake. And, like that you spend the next half an hour having an extensive conversation with Daisy and Katie, as you eat cake, drink lukewarm tea, and play with the available stuffed toys. They both seem really nice, and together really compliment each other, keeping up the conversation in the way only long-time friends can. Of course, they make sure to include you, both of them adept at social interaction, likely as a result of being on TV for years by this point. Either way, they seem to really enjoy their time with you. Though, you never do find out what Daisy was going to talk about. Instead, the conversation meanders about, covering everything from Lolita fashion to historical re-enactment, along with a large amount of gossip about the nursery and its residents.
<<include [[ABDL Job Tea Party End]]>>As you pass through the dormitory main room you notice a man in work overalls looking very confused. Behind him you can see a wooden crate on a pull trolley, a number of large air holes dotting its surface, and a large sticker reading, <span class="neutral">"Human cargo – handle with care. Destination – D…"</span>, then end words of it rubbed off.
Spotting you nearby, he quickly walks over to you, making sure to keep a constant eye on his cargo as he does. <span class="male">"Hey, mate. I’m not trying to be a bother, but you don’t know where I’m supposed to be taking this crate do you? Not been working the hauling jobs long, and I really don’t want to get in trouble with my new boss. I thought because it was human cargo it would be for the dormitories, but I can’t see any drop off point around here. I’ve tried asking the slave in the crate, but they won’t tell me"</span>.
<span class="male">"I’m getting worried they’ll think I stole it if I don’t deliver it soon, and that would be really bad. And, not just for me, because they’re currently unclaimed it could turn out pretty awful for the slave in that box. So, could you help me and talk to it, I don’t know what else to do"</span> he adds, his tone becoming quieter and more worried than previously.
Taking stock of the situation, it seems like the guy is in a tight spot with this, but it’s not really your problem. After all, do you really want to help someone transport a slave? You could walk away from this and nothing would likely happen to you for doing so. Though, obviously you could [[lend the worker a hand|Dorm Hub Crated Hucow Main]], and it looks like he could use one.Taking pity on the workman, you tell him, <span class="player">"I’ll help you, but whoever you have in the crate still might not tell me. They might not even know"</span>, trying to manage his expectations.
Wiping the sweat from his brow he nods enthusiastically, obviously happy to have someone offer their help after how badly things have been going for him up to now. Quickly heading over to the crate, he undoes a set of latches on the top of it, allowing him to slid back the top and offer you a look at the prisoner trapped within.
Looking over the brim of the crate, you spot a woman with beachball sized breasts and long black-coloured hair, which in the position she’s restrained does little to hide her modesty. <<if $hermPlay>>Giving her a good look over you jump in shock at what you firstly presume might be an unaccounted-for limb. However, you quickly have to re-evaluate your assumption, as you take in the bulbous head upon the baseball-bat-like growth's end. It seems that the exaggerated traits you see don’t exist on a woman, but instead on a hermaphrodite.<</if>>
Her eyes catching yours, filled with fury, she spits aggressively, <span class="female">"Just let me go, you can sell me somewhere else! I don’t want to be milked, so just let me go!"</span>, presumably mistaking you for someone who works at her actual destination. Glancing sideways, you catch that the workman is giving you a thumbs-up obviously already happy with your progress.
<span class="player">"I’m not who you think I am. I’m just another trainee at the facility"</span>, you reply with a sigh, not sure if you could keep up such a charade if pushed. Earnestly, you push, <span class="player">"We need to know where you’re supposed to be going so the guy transporting you can take you there. It probably sounds bad, but from what I’ve been told it gets a lot worse if you don’t make your way there and they think you’ve been stolen or escaped. So, please just tell him where you need to go"</span>.
Flinching in her crate, you see the cogs turn in the beautiful <<if $hermPlay>>herm's<<else>>girl's<</if>> head. Hanging her head, she replies quietly, <span class="female">"They’re sending me down to an industrial dairy in the facility. I don’t want to be a hucow. They even had my boobs inflated<<if $hermPlay>>, and had this stupid massive cock grown for me<</if>>. Apparently, they plan on milking my boobs, <<if $hermPlay>>cock, <</if>>and … well the way they talked about my pussy. I just want to be sold elsewhere!"</span>.
You know that you can’t do anything to help, but you do the best you can to calm her, offering the point that there might be nice parts to it too. She’s obviously reluctant to hear such, but she seems happy to hear the sentiment, relaxing a little, if not becoming somewhat despondent in the process. Soon sealed back up in the crate, the workman flips the latches again, likely plunging her into mostly darkness within.
With a smile he pats your shoulder, <span class="male">"I would have been in real trouble back there if you hadn’t helped. Appreciate it mate! I’ll get her carted down to the industrial dairy. From what I hear, they’re actually pretty nice with the slaves they get in, a couple of things notwithstanding. She’ll be better off than she thinks, especially if she plays nice with everyone. I don’t have anything to give you, but if you ever see me around again, then I owe you one for helping here. You’re a real lifesaver mate!"</span>.
Slowly wheeling the trolley with the crated hucow away, you watch as he enters into a lift waving you goodbye. Everything now dealt with you find yourself left [[standing outside of your dormitory room|Dorm Hub]].As you pass through the sexual services hub, you hear a man calling out from atop a small stage, <span class= "male">"Come one, come all. Bored, unfulfilled, something lacking in your life and getting you down, then check out ‘Mark’s Pleasure House’, almost certainly one of the best brothels within the facility. As a special one-day deal, we’re offering free usage of some of our C grade slaves. That’s right, you can freely have sex with our service quality slaves. And, that’s not all, as we have reduced pricing on all of our B grade slaves too, now fulfilling standard requirements at half price today only. What’s more, if you pay for an orgy, buy two slaves and get every third slave free! So, treat yourself today at ‘Mark’s Pleasure House’!"</span>, spiels off the man in his loud booming voice, sweeping his hand towards an assembly of nervous looking <<if $sexualPreference == 1>>slave-girls<<elseif $sexualPreference == 2>>slave men<<else>>slave-girls and a few male slaves too<</if>>.
Getting a better look, you notice that many of them are actually tied down in some way, a few of the poses looking outright uncomfortable. Even the few that aren’t restrained to bondage frames sport obvious ankle restraints, short chains running to well hammered in tethers.
The crowd at first don’t seem fully sure how to react, but before long a few of them descend on the poor low-grade slaves, making usage of them as little more than cheap sex toys. There’s a lot of people willing to take on the deal, so many of the brothel workers are being used by multiple people at once, and rutted hard from the pained sounds that you hear over the cheerful murmur of the crowd. So much so, that the salesman has to mention loudly as a reminder, <span class="male">"Remember, damage to an owned slave is a serious offense, and can result in long prison sentences or more unpleasant enslavement packages itself. Make sure to only make standard usage of them, and no more than one person in each hole at a time"</span>, subduing the crowd just enough to calm the frenzy into something resembling a more normal orgy.
However you feel about the situation, it certainly isn’t your problem. And, you’re never sure in the facility what is going to get you in trouble. Still, the poor slaves obviously seem to be having a rough time, even if the moans are turning more pleasured as time goes on. Not wanting to get involved, and unable to get close to the stage due to the volume of the crowd, you decided to move on and keep wandering about the sexual services hub.<span class="player">"I'd like to have a look at what options you have to offer"</span>, you answer.
<span class="female">"Course you do cutie. I bet we’ll have you furred up six ways to Sunday before you’re done with us. We’ve got a lot of different body modification options on offer, and we do our best to get more in whenever possible. Have a seat and I’ll go through what we currently have in stock. Don’t worry, we try and keep prices down, so it should be pretty affordable even if you’re on a budget"</span>, replies the fox-girl in a cheery and slightly flirty tone.
Directing you to a stylishly designed seat, she starts running down some of the shop's various treatment options. Accompanying her sales pitch, she taps on a tablet, causing images and prices to appear on a wall-mounted screen to one side, giving you a much better idea of exactly how the various alterations would look.
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<<if $ears == 0>>Ask for normal ears - 400 G.G.P - You already have them<<elseif $ears != 0 && $ggp <400>>Ask for normal ears - 400 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for normal ears|Fur Life Normal Ears][$ears = 0; $ggp -= 400]] - 400 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ears == 1>>Ask for cat ears - 200 G.G.P - You already have them<<elseif $ears != 1 && $ggp <200>>Ask for cat ears - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for cat ears|Fur Life Special Ears][$ears = 1; $ggp -= 200]] - 200 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ears == 2>>Ask for dog ears - 200 G.G.P - You already have them<<elseif $ears != 2 && $ggp <200>>Ask for dog ears - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for dog ears|Fur Life Special Ears][$ears = 2; $ggp -= 200]] - 200 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ears == 3>>Ask for bunny ears - 200 G.G.P - You already have them<<elseif $ears != 3 && $ggp <200>>Ask for bunny ears - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for bunny ears|Fur Life Special Ears][$ears = 3; $ggp -= 200]] - 200 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ears == 5>>Ask for cow ears - 200 G.G.P - You already have them<<elseif $ears != 5 && $ggp <200>>Ask for cow ears - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for cow ears|Fur Life Special Ears][$ears = 5; $ggp -= 200]] - 200 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ears == 6>>Ask for fox ears - 200 G.G.P - You already have them<<elseif $ears != 6 && $ggp <200>>Ask for fox ears - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for fox ears|Fur Life Special Ears][$ears = 6; $ggp -= 200]] - 200 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ears == 7>>Ask for wolf ears - 200 G.G.P - You already have them<<elseif $ears != 7 && $ggp <200>>Ask for wolf ears - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for wolf ears|Fur Life Special Ears][$ears = 7; $ggp -= 200]] - 200 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ears == 8>>Ask for dragon ears - 300 G.G.P - You already have them<<elseif $ears != 8 && $ggp <300>>Ask for dragon ears - 300 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for dragon ears|Fur Life Special Ears][$ears = 8; $ggp -= 300]] - 300 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ears == 4>>Ask for robotic antenna ears - 300 G.G.P - You already have them<<elseif $ears != 4 && $ggp <300>>Ask for robotic antenna ears - 300 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for robotic antenna ears|Fur Life Special Ears][$ears = 4; $ggp -= 300]] - 300 G.G.P<</if>>
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<button title="Click to show/hide horn treatments" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('horn treatments') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('horn treatments') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('horn treatments') .style.display='none'}">Show/hide horn treatments</button><div id="horn treatments" style="display:none">
<<if $hornType == 0>>Ask to remove horns - 400 G.G.P - You don't have a horn<<elseif $hornType != 0 && $ggp <400>>Ask to remove horn - 400 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask to remove horn|Fur Life Remove Horn][$hornType = 0; $ggp -= 400]] - 400 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $hornType == 1>>Ask for cow horns - 200 G.G.P - You already have them<<elseif $hornType != 1 && $ggp <200>>Ask for cow horns - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for cow horns|Fur Life Special Horn][$hornType = 1; $ggp -= 200]] - 200 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $hornType == 2>>Ask for bull horns - 200 G.G.P - You already have them<<elseif $hornType != 2 && $ggp <200>>Ask for bull horns - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for bull horns|Fur Life Special Horn][$hornType = 2; $ggp -= 200]] - 200 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $hornType == 3>>Ask for a dragon horn - 200 G.G.P - You already have one<<elseif $hornType != 3 && $ggp <200>>Ask for a dragon horn - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for a dragon horn|Fur Life Special Horn][$hornType = 3; $ggp -= 200]] - 200 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $hornType == 4>>Ask for dragon horns - 300 G.G.P - You already have them<<elseif $hornType != 4 && $ggp <300>>Ask for dragon horns - 300 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for dragon horns|Fur Life Special Horn][$hornType = 4; $ggp -= 300]] - 300 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $hornType == 5>>Ask for demon horns - 300 G.G.P - You already have them<<elseif $hornType != 5 && $ggp <300>>Ask for demon horns - 300 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for demon horns|Fur Life Special Horn][$hornType = 5; $ggp -= 300]] - 300 G.G.P<</if>>
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<button title="Click to show/hide tail treatments" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('tail treatments') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('tail treatments') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('tail treatments') .style.display='none'}">Show/hide tail treatments</button><div id="tail treatments" style="display:none">
<<if $tail == 0>>Ask to remove tail - 400 G.G.P - You don't have a tail<<elseif $tail != 0 && $ggp <400>>Ask to remove tail - 400 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask to remove tail|Fur Life Remove Tail][$tail = 0; $ggp -= 400]] - 400 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $tail == 1>>Ask for cat tail - 200 G.G.P - You already have one<<elseif $tail != 1 && $ggp <200>>Ask for cat tail - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for cat tail|Fur Life Special Tail][$tail = 1; $ggp -= 200]] - 200 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $tail == 2>>Ask for dog tail - 200 G.G.P - You already have one<<elseif $tail != 2 && $ggp <200>>Ask for dog tail - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for dog tail|Fur Life Special Tail][$tail = 2; $ggp -= 200]] - 200 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $tail == 3>>Ask for bunny tail - 200 G.G.P - You already have one<<elseif $tail != 3 && $ggp <200>>Ask for bunny tail - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for bunny tail|Fur Life Special Tail][$tail = 3; $ggp -= 200]] - 200 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $tail == 4>>Ask for cow tail - 200 G.G.P - You already have one<<elseif $tail != 4 && $ggp <200>>Ask for cow tail - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for cow tail|Fur Life Special Tail][$tail = 4; $ggp -= 200]] - 200 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $tail == 5>>Ask for fox tail - 200 G.G.P - You already have one<<elseif $tail != 5 && $ggp <200>>Ask for fox tail - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for fox tail|Fur Life Special Tail][$tail = 5; $ggp -= 200]] - 200 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $tail == 6>>Ask for wolf tail - 200 G.G.P - You already have one<<elseif $tail != 6 && $ggp <200>>Ask for wolf tail - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for wolf tail|Fur Life Special Tail][$tail = 6; $ggp -= 200]] - 200 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $tail == 7>>Ask for dragon tail - 200 G.G.P - You already have one<<elseif $tail != 7 && $ggp <200>>Ask for dragon tail - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for dragon tail|Fur Life Special Tail][$tail = 7; $ggp -= 200]] - 200 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $tail == 8>>Ask for demon tail - 300 G.G.P - You already have one<<elseif $tail != 8 && $ggp <300>>Ask for demon tail - 300 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for demon tail|Fur Life Special Tail][$tail = 8; $ggp -= 300]] - 300 G.G.P<</if>>
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<button title="Click to show/hide skin treatments" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('skin treatments') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('skin treatments') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('skin treatments') .style.display='none'}">Show/hide skin treatments</button><div id="skin treatments" style="display:none">
<<if $skinType == 0>>Ask to return your skin to normal - 500 G.G.P - You already have normal skin<<elseif $ggp <500>>Ask to return your skin to normal - 500 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask to return your skin to normal|Fur Life Normal Skin][$skinType =0; $ggp -= 500; $altColour = "undefined"]] - 500 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $skinType == 1>>Ask to have short fur covering your skin - 200 G.G.P - You already have short fur<<elseif $ggp <200>>Ask to have short fur covering your skin - 200 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask to have short fur covering your skin|Fur Life Special Skin][$skinType =1; $ggp -= 200]] - 200 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $skinType == 2>>Ask to have long fur covering your skin - 300 G.G.P - You already have long fur<<elseif $ggp <300>>Ask to have long fur covering your skin - 300 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask to have long fur covering your skin|Fur Life Special Skin][$skinType =2; $ggp -= 300]] - 300 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $skinType == 5>>Ask to have reptilian scales covering your skin - 300 G.G.P - You already have reptilian scales<<elseif $ggp <300>>Ask to have reptilian scales covering your skin - 300 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask to have reptilian scales covering your skin|Fur Life Special Skin][$skinType =5; $ggp -= 300]] - 300 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $skinType == 4>>Ask to have smooth plastic cover your skin - 300 G.G.P - You already have smooth plastic skin<<elseif $ggp <300>>Ask to have smooth plastic cover your skin - 300 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask to have smooth plastic cover your skin|Fur Life Special Skin][$skinType =4; $ggp -= 300]] - 300 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $skinType == 3>>Ask to have shiny metal cover your skin - 400 G.G.P - You already have shiny metal skin<<elseif $ggp <400>>Ask to have shiny metal cover your skin - 400 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask to have shiny metal cover your skin|Fur Life Special Skin][$skinType =3; $ggp -= 400]] - 400 G.G.P<</if>>
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<button title="Click to show/hide wing treatments" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('wing treatments') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('wing treatments') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('wing treatments') .style.display='none'}">Show/hide wing treatments</button><div id="wing treatments" style="display:none">
<<if $wingType == 0>>Ask to remove wings - 800 G.G.P - You don't have wings<<elseif $ggp <800>>Ask to remove wings - 800 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask to remove wings|Fur Life Remove Wings][$skinType =0; $ggp -= 800]] - 800 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $wingType == 1>>Ask for dragon wings - 500 G.G.P - You already have them<<elseif $wingType != 1 && $ggp <500>>Ask for dragon wings - 500 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for dragon wings|Fur Life Special Wings][$wingType = 1; $ggp -= 500]] - 500 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $wingType == 2>>Ask for demon wings - 500 G.G.P - You already have them<<elseif $wingType != 2 && $ggp <500>>Ask for demon wings - 500 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask for demon wings|Fur Life Special Wings][$wingType = 2; $ggp -= 500]] - 500 G.G.P<</if>>
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<button title="Click to show/hide special treatments" type="button" onclick="if(document.getElementById('special treatments') .style.display=='none') {document.getElementById('special treatments') .style.display=''}else{document.getElementById('special treatments') .style.display='none'}">Show/hide special treatments</button><div id="special treatments" style="display:none">
<<if !$udder && $ggp <1000>>Ask to gain udder - 1000 G.G.P - Can’t afford<<elseif $udder && $ggp <500>>Ask to remove udder - 500 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif !$udder>>[[Ask to gain udder|Fur Life Gain Udder][$udder = true; $ggp -= 1000]] - 1000 G.G.P<<else>>[[Ask to remove udder|Fur Life Remove Udder][$udder = false; $ggp -= 500]]<</if>>
<<if !$marsupialPouch && $ggp <1000>>Ask to gain marsupial pouch - 1000 G.G.P - Can’t afford<<elseif $marsupialPouch && $ggp <500>>Ask to remove marsupial pouch - 500 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif !$marsupialPouch>>[[Ask to gain marsupial pouch|Fur Life Gain Pouch][$marsupialPouch = true; $ggp -= 1000]] - 1000 G.G.P<<else>>[[Ask to remove marsupial pouch|Fur Life Remove Pouch][$marsupialPouch = false; $ggp -= 500]] - 500 G.G.P<</if>>
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[[Decide to stop looking at the shops treatment options|Fur Life]]<span class="female">"Awww! Oh well, still lots of other cool things to try!"</span>, cheers Jasmine as you tell her your selection, slightly put out that you don’t want to keep your ears, <span class="female">"Don’t worry, I’m not a jerk, I’ll do it for you without issue. If nothing else, you could always try out a pair of special ears again in the future. I mean, they are super fun and cute, so I bet you’ll be tempted back in no time"</span>.
The fox-girl motions for you to follow her over to one of the sofas, where she asks you to sit down and wait. While you get comfortable, she searches through a cabinet under her desk for the treatment, occasionally taking multiple items out and comparing them toward the light. Settling into the leather of the seat, you find this a lot more relaxing than the sterile clinic.
After a few minutes rest, Jasmine returns, a blue glowing, effervescent liquid-filled vial in hand.
<span class="female">"This is super simple, but I’ll run you through it all so that you don’t get in a panic. All I need to do is drink this, and then wait. It’ll tell your body to remove the ears change and revert back to normal, after that you’re done"</span>, she says, giving you a confident thumbs-up to reassure you, <span class="female">"You're in safe hands, I’ve made sure that everything is safe, there really is nothing to worry about"</span>.
Your worries at least partially dealt with, you allow the fox-girl to feed you the vials contents down your throat. It tastes faintly of lemons, you think, as you watch her walk back and take a seat nearby. You momentarily wonder if she’s joking with you, but then you hear a slight !Click! from the base of your ears, signalling to you that it really might be that simple.
You feel a little light headed, your head feeling a little warm but nothing else. You reach up to check if you still have ears on top of your head, but find only empty space.
Jasmine giggles happily as she looks on, staring at your now normal ears before walking over with a small mirror in hand. Looking back, you can see for sure that topping your <<checkHair>> $hairColour hair you have no ears on top of your head, instead having a pair of normal ears exactly where you’d expect.
[["So, everything’s good?"|Fur Life Menu]] Asks Jasmine smiling.<span class="female">"Awesome! This is going to be great!"</span>, cheers Jasmine as you tell her your selection, <span class="female">"All the special ears we do feel amazing when you play with them. Like, they’re super sensitive, and they just feel so good. Plus, you’ll look so much cuter with a brilliant pair of <<if $ears == 1>>cat<<elseif $ears == 2>>dog<<elseif $ears == 3>>bunny<<elseif $ears == 4>>robot<<elseif $ears == 5>>cow<<elseif $ears == 6>>fox<<elseif $ears == 7>>wolf<<elseif $ears == 8>>dragon<</if>> ears, you’ll get so many compliments when you go on nights out"</span>.
The fox-girl motions for you to follow her over to one of the sofas, where she asks you to sit. While you get comfortable, she searches through a cabinet under her desk for the treatment, occasionally taking multiple items out and comparing them toward the light. Settling into the leather of the seat, you find this a lot more relaxing than the sterile clinic.
After a few minutes rest, Jasmine returns, something resembling a <<if $ears == 1>>cat<<elseif $ears == 2>>dog<<elseif $ears == 3>>bunny<<elseif $ears == 4>>robotic antenna<<elseif $ears == 5>>cow<<elseif $ears == 6>>fox<<elseif $ears == 7>>wolf<<elseif $ears == 8>>dragon<</if>> ear headband in hand.
<span class="female">"This is super simple, but I’ll run you through it all so that you don’t get in a panic. All I need to do is to put this headband on top of your head and then wait. There’ll be a flash of light as it bonds and then you’re done"</span>, she says, giving you a confident thumbs-up to reassure you, <span class="female">"You're in safe hands, I’ve made sure that everything matches up, there really is nothing to worry about"</span>.
Your worries at least partially dealt with, you allow the fox-girl to maneuver the headband-like object on you, just atop your hair, and then walk back and take a seat nearby. You momentarily wonder if she’s joking with you, but then you hear a slight !Click! from the fake ear, signalling to you that it really might be that simple.
You feel a little light headed, your head feeling a little warm but nothing else. You reach up to check that the headband hasn't fallen off only to brush against something very sensitive. In fact, the sensation is so intense that you're prompted to spasm as a response, jerking against the seat, your <<if $vagina>>pussy leaving a small puddle of lust<<else>>penis leaking a small glob of pre-cum in response<</if>>, that felt good.
Jasmine giggles happily as she looks on, staring at your new attachment before walking over with a small mirror in hand. Looking back, you can see that <<if $ears == 1 || $ears == 2 || $ears ==3 || $ears == 5 || $ears == 6 || $ears == 7>>on top of your <<checkHair>> $hairColour hair you have a pair of cute <<if $altColour == "none">>$hairColour<<else>>$altColour<</if>> <<if $ears == 1>>cat<<elseif $ears == 2>>dog<<elseif $ears == 3>>bunny<<elseif $ears == 5>>cow<<elseif $ears == 6>>fox<<elseif $ears == 7>>wolf<</if>> ears<<else>>coming out the sides of your head, through your $hairColour hair you have <<if $ears == 4>>a pair of fancy and futuristic looking robotic antenna ears<<elseif $ears == 8>>a pair of sharp scaled dragon ears<</if>><</if>>.
[["So, everything’s good?"|Fur Life Menu]], asks Jasmine smiling.<span class="female">"Awesome! This is going to be great!"</span>, cheers Jasmine as you tell her your selection, <span class="female">"Horns are so rare and special. Like, barely anyone has them, and they make a great talking point at parties. Plus, I hear they can be really sensitive, in a good way, you know, if you play with them just right. Bet you’ll look amazing with a <<if $hornType == 1>>cute set of cow horns<<elseif $hornType == 2>>a sturdy set of bull horns<<elseif $hornType == 3>>an elegant singular dragon horn<<elseif $hornType == 4>>a elegant set of dragon horns<<elseif $hornType == 5>>a seductive set of demon horns<</if>>, you’ll get so many compliments when you go on nights out"</span>.
The fox-girl motions for you to follow her over to one of the sofas, where she asks you to sit. While you get comfortable, she searches through a cabinet under her desk for the treatment, occasionally taking multiple items out and comparing them toward the light. Settling into the leather of the seat, you find this a lot more relaxing than the sterile clinic.
After a few minutes rest, Jasmine returns, something resembling a <<if $hornType == 1>>cow<<elseif $hornType == 2>>bull<<elseif $hornType == 3 || $hornType == 4>>dragon<<elseif $hornType == 5>>demon<</if>> horn headband in hand.
<span class="female">"This is super simple, but I’ll run you through it all so that you don’t get in a panic. All I need to do is to put this headband on top of your head and then wait. There’ll be a flash of light as it bonds and then you’re done"</span>, she says, giving you a confident thumbs-up to reassure you, <span class="female">"You're in safe hands, I’ve made sure that everything matches up, there really is nothing to worry about"</span>.
Your worries at least partially dealt with, you allow the fox-girl to maneuver the headband-like object on you, just atop your hair, and then walk back and take a seat nearby. You momentarily wonder if she’s joking with you, but then you hear a slight !Click! from the fake horns, signalling to you that it really might be that simple.
You feel a little light headed, your head feeling a little warm but nothing else. You reach up to check that the headband hasn't fallen off only to knock against something very solid. In fact, the sensation is so intense that you feel a bit of a headache as you pull your sore hand back. That’s certainly going to take some getting used to, you think to yourself as you move your hand back up tentatively to get another a feel. Herking against the seat, your <<if $vagina>>pussy leaving a small puddle of lust<<else>>penis leaking a small glob of pre-cum in response<</if>>, you realise that with a softer touch that felt good. It seems that your horns are actually quite sensitive when touched in the right way.
Jasmine giggles happily as she looks on, staring at your new alteration before walking over with a small mirror in hand. Looking back, you can see that peaking through the front of your <<checkHair>> $hairColour hair you have <<if $hornType == 1>>a small pair of cute nub-like cow horns<<elseif $hornType == 2>>a tall and sturdy pair of bull horns<<elseif $hornType == 3>>an elegant singular dragon horn<<elseif $hornType == 4>>a elegant set of dragon horns<<elseif $hornType == 5>>a seductive set of demon horns<</if>>.
[["So, everything’s good?"|Fur Life Menu]], asks Jasmine smiling.<span class="female">"Awww! Oh well, still lots of other cool things to try!"</span>, cheers Jasmine as you tell her your selection, slightly put out that you don’t want to keep your ears, <span class="female">"Don’t worry, I’m not a jerk, I’ll do it for you without issue. If nothing else, you could always try out a pair of horns again in the future. I mean, they are super fun and unique, so I bet you’ll be tempted back in no time"</span>.
The fox-girl motions for you to follow her over to one of the sofas, where she asks you to sit down and wait. While you get comfortable, she searches through a cabinet under her desk for the treatment, occasionally taking multiple items out and comparing them toward the light. Settling into the leather of the seat, you find this a lot more relaxing than the sterile clinic.
After a few minutes rest, Jasmine returns, a blue glowing, effervescent liquid-filled vial in hand.
<span class="female">"This is super simple, but I’ll run you through it all so that you don’t get in a panic. All I need to do is drink this, and then wait. It’ll tell your body to remove the horns and revert everything back to normal. After that, you’re done"</span>, she says, giving you a confident thumbs-up to reassure you, <span class="female">"You're in safe hands, I’ve made sure that everything is safe, there really is nothing to worry about"</span>.
Your worries at least partially dealt with, you allow the fox-girl to feed you the vials contents down your throat. It tastes faintly of lemons, you think, as you watch her walk back and take a seat nearby. You momentarily wonder if she’s joking with you, but then you hear a slight !Click! from the base of your horns, signalling to you that it really might be that simple.
You feel a little light headed, your head feeling a little warm but nothing else. You reach up to check if you still have horns sprouting out of your forehead, but find only empty space.
Jasmine giggles happily as she looks on, staring at your now normal ears before walking over with a small mirror in hand. Looking back, you can see for sure that topping your <<checkHair>> $hairColour hair you have no horns sprouting out of the top of your head.
[["So, everything’s good?"|Fur Life Menu]] Asks Jasmine smiling.<span class="female">"Awww! Oh well, still lots of other cool things to try!"</span>, cheers Jasmine as you tell her your selection, slightly put out that you don’t want to keep your tail, <span class="female">"Don’t worry, I’m not a jerk, I’ll do it for you without issue. If nothing else, you could always try out a tail again in the future. I mean, they are super fun and cute, so I bet you’ll be tempted back in no time"</span>.
The fox-girl motions for you to follow her over to one of the sofas, where she asks you to lie down face first. While you get comfortable, she searches through a cabinet under her desk for the treatment, occasionally taking multiple items out and comparing them toward the light. Settling into the leather of the seat, you find this a lot more relaxing than the sterile clinic.
After a few minutes rest, Jasmine returns, a blue glowing, effervescent liquid-filled vial in hand.
<span class="female">"This is super simple, but I’ll run you through it all so that you don’t get in a panic. All I need to do is drink this, and then wait. It’ll tell your body to remove the tail, after that you’re done"</span>, she says, giving you a confident thumbs-up to reassure you, <span class="female">"You're in safe hands, I’ve made sure that everything is safe, there really is nothing to worry about"</span>.
Your worries at least partially dealt with, you allow the fox-girl to feed you the vials contents down your throat. It tastes faintly of lemons, you think, as you watch her walk back and take a seat nearby. You momentarily wonder if she’s joking with you, but then you hear a slight !Click! from the base of your tail, signalling to you that it really might be that simple.
You feel a little heat, your buttocks feeling a little warm but nothing else. You reach back to check whether you still have a tail, though find nothing in your search. The spot where your tail used to reside now only features smooth skin.
Jasmine giggles happily as she looks on, staring at your now lack of a tail before walking over with a small mirror in hand. Looking back, you can see for sure that you no longer have a tail of any sort.
[["So, everything’s good?"|Fur Life Menu]] Asks Jasmine smiling.<span class="female">"Awesome! Tails are the best!"</span>, cheers Jasmine as you tell her your selection, <span class="female">"They feel amazing when you play with them. Like, they’re super sensitive, and they just feel so good. Plus, you’ll look so much cuter with a brilliant <<if $tail == 1>>cat<<elseif $tail == 2>>dog<<elseif $tail == 3>>bunny<<elseif $tail == 4>>cow<<elseif $tail == 5>>fox<<elseif $tail == 6>>wolf<<elseif $tail == 7>>dragon<<elseif $tail == 8>>demon<</if>> tail, you’ll get so many compliments when you go on nights out"</span>.
The fox-girl motions for you to follow her over to one of the sofas, where she asks you to lie down face first. While you get comfortable, she searches through a cabinet under her desk for the treatment, occasionally taking multiple items out and comparing them toward the light. Settling into the leather of the seat, you find this a lot more relaxing than the sterile clinic.
After a few minutes rest, Jasmine returns, something resembling a <<if $tail == 1>>cat<<elseif $tail == 2>>dog<<elseif $tail == 3>>bunny<<elseif $tail == 4>>cow<<elseif $tail == 5>>fox<<elseif $tail == 6>>wolf<<elseif $tail == 7>>dragon<<elseif $tail == 8>>demon<</if>> tail in hand.
<span class="female">"This is super simple, but I’ll run you through it all so that you don’t get in a panic. All I need to do is to put this tail at the base of your spine and then wait. There’ll be a flash of light as it bonds and then you’re done"</span>, she says, giving you a confident thumbs-up to reassure you, <span class="female">"You're in safe hands, I’ve made sure that everything matches up, there really is nothing to worry about"</span>.
Your worries at least partially dealt with, you allow the fox-girl to maneuver the tail-like object on you, just above the bum, and then walk back and take a seat nearby. You momentarily wonder if she’s joking with you, but then you hear a slight !Click! from the fake tail, signalling to you that it really might be that simple.
Feeling a little heat, your buttocks becoming a little warm but nothing else really jumps out at you as happening. You reach back to check that the '<<if $tail == 1>>cat<<elseif $tail == 2>>dog<<elseif $tail == 3>>bunny<<elseif $tail == 4>>cow<<elseif $tail == 5>>fox<<elseif $tail == 6>>wolf<<elseif $tail == 7>>dragon<<elseif $tail == 8>>demon<</if>>' tail hasn't fallen off, only to brush against something very sensitive. In fact, the sensation is so intense that you're prompted to spasm as a response, humping against the sofa, your <<if $vagina>>pussy leaving a small puddle of lust<<else>>penis leaking a small glob of pre-cum in response<</if>>, that felt good.
Jasmine giggles happily as she looks on, staring at your new attachment before walking over with a small mirror in hand. Looking back, you can see starting just above your butt, <<if $tail == 7>>a regal scaled dragon<<elseif $tail == 8>>a seductive spade-tipped demon<<else>>a cute, fluffy, <<if $altColour == "none">>$hairColour<<else>>$altColour<</if>> <<if $tail == 1>>cat<<elseif $tail == 2>>dog<<elseif $tail == 3>>bunny<<elseif $tail == 4>>puffball ended cow<<elseif $tail == 5>>fox<<elseif $tail == 6>>wolf<</if>><</if>> tail.
[["So, everything’s good?"|Fur Life Menu]], asks Jasmine smiling.<<set $altColour = "none">><span class="female">"Aww, really! That’s a shame!"</span>, cheers Jasmine as you tell her your selection, slightly put out that you don’t want to keep your body modification, <span class="female">"Don’t worry, I’m not a jerk, I’ll do it for you without issue. If nothing else, you could always try out a different skin type again in the future. I mean, they are super fun and special, so I bet you’ll be tempted back in no time"</span>.
The fox-girl motions for you to follow her over to one of the sofas, where she asks you to sit down. While you get comfortable, she searches through a cabinet under her desk for the treatment, occasionally taking multiple items out and comparing them toward the light. Settling into the leather of the seat, you find this a lot more relaxing than the sterile clinic.
After a few minutes rest, Jasmine returns, a blue glowing, effervescent liquid-filled vial in hand.
<span class="female">"This is super simple, but I’ll run you through it all so that you don’t get in a panic. All I need to do is get you to drink this vial, and then we wait. There’ll be a bit of warmth as it passes through you, and then you’re done"</span>, she says, giving you a confident thumbs-up to reassure you, <span class="female">"You're in safe hands, I’ve made sure that everything is safe, there really is nothing to worry about. You will however need to take everything off, you know just so you don’t ruin any of your stuff"</span>. Sitting up, <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you pull yourself off of the sofa before you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked and ready to sit back down<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you pull yourself off of the sofa before you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked and ready to sit back down<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you pull yourself off of the sofa before you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked and ready to sit back down<<else>>you're already naked so don't need to get undressed, instead waiting patiently to drink the strange concoction<</if>>. Letting her feed you the mixture that tastes strangely of lemons, you watch as she takes a seat too, observing you attentively.
After a few minutes, your skin starts to tingle, a rippling feeling spreading across it. Looking over your body as best as you can from your seated position, you start to notice that your skin is starting to look more normal again. Patches of familiar skin spotting across your form. You start to feel an odd oversensitivity, as a wave of sensation suddenly strike you from your skin readjusting to the new changes. Seated on the soft leather sofa, everything just feels nice and comforting, maybe even a little arousing.
A little while later, the strange tingling recedes, taking along with it the oversensitivity. Looking up you see Jasmine is giving you a gesture that it’s all done. Standing up tentatively after sitting through the change, you take stock of your body, looking down your body meticulously. The changes are obvious, your skin now back to exactly what you’d expect of a normal person.
Jasmine giggles happily as she looks on, staring at your body attentively before walking over with a small mirror in hand. Letting you get a good view of behind you as she adjusts it, confirming that the procedure is complete and the skin on your back is normal again too.
[["So, everything’s good?"|Fur Life Menu]], asks Jasmine smiling.<<if $altColour == "none" || !$altColour >><<set $altColour = $hairColour>><</if>><<if $skinType == 3>><<set $altColour = "silver">><<elseif $skinType == 4>><<set $altColour = "white">><<elseif $skinType == 5>><<set $altColour = "green">><</if>><span class="female">"Awesome! This is just amazing, I’m sure you won’t regret it!"</span>, cheers Jasmine as you tell her your selection, <span class="female">"Like, it’s going to be a big change, but you’ll look great. Plus, this is such a fashion statement, people will really be in awe of your body mod, I can say that at least. I mean, <<if $skinType == 1>>you’ll be covered in a thin layer of fur, I couldn’t be prouder of you<<elseif $skinType == 2>>you’ll be covered in a thick layer of fur, I couldn’t be prouder of you<<elseif $skinType == 3>>you’ll end up with most of your skin converting to a shiny metal, I bet that’ll look so cool and futuristic<<elseif $skinType == 4>>you’ll end up with most of your skin converting to a smooth plastic, I bet that’ll look so cool and futuristic<<elseif $skinType == 4>>you’ll end up with most of your skin converting to thick reptilian scales, I bet that’ll look so tough and unique<</if>>"</span>.
The fox-girl motions for you to follow her over to one of the sofas, where she asks you to sit down. While you get comfortable, she searches through a cabinet under her desk for the treatment, occasionally taking multiple items out and comparing them toward the light. Settling into the leather of the seat, you find this a lot more relaxing than the sterile clinic.
Waiting a few minutes, Jasmine returns, in her hand a vial of something bright red in colour.
<span class="female">"This is super simple, but I’ll run you through it all so that you don’t get in a panic. All I need to do is get you to drink this vial, and then we wait. There’ll be a bit of warmth as it passes through you, and then you’re done"</span>, she says, giving you a confident thumbs-up to reassure you, <span class="female">"You're in safe hands, I’ve made sure that everything matches up, there really is nothing to worry about. You will however need to take everything off, you know just so you don’t ruin any of your stuff"</span>. Sitting up, <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you pull yourself off of the sofa before you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked and ready to sit back down<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you pull yourself off of the sofa before you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked and ready to sit back down<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you pull yourself off of the sofa before you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked and ready to sit back down<<else>>you're already naked so don't need to get undressed, instead waiting patiently to drink the strange concoction<</if>>. Letting her feed you the mixture that tastes strangely of strawberries, you watch as she takes a seat too, observing you attentively.
After a few minutes, your skin starts to tingle, a rippling feeling spreading across it. Looking over your body as best as you can from your seated position, you start to notice that your skin is starting to look <<if $skinType == 1>>a little hairier<<elseif $skinType == 2>>much hairier<<elseif $skinType == 3>>much shinier<<elseif $skinType == 4>>much smoother<<elseif $skinType == 5>>thicker and tougher<</if>>. Patches of <<if $skinType == 1>>thin fur<<elseif $skinType == 2>>thick fur<<elseif $skinType == 3>>strange metal<<elseif $skinType == 4>>mysterious plastic<<elseif $skinType == 5>>reptilian<</if>> spotting across your form. You start to feel an odd oversensitivity, as a wave of sensation suddenly strike you from your skin readjusting to the new changes. Seated on the soft leather sofa, everything just feels nice and comforting, maybe even a little arousing.
A little while later, the strange tingling recedes, taking along with it the oversensitivity. Looking up you see Jasmine is giving you a gesture that it’s all done. Standing up tentatively after sitting through the change, you take stock of your body, looking down your body meticulously. The changes are obvious, your skin now <<if $skinType == 1>>covered in a thin $altColour layer of fur<<elseif $skinType == 2>>covered in a thick $altColour layer of fur<<elseif $skinType == 3>>mostly covered in a shiny layer of $altColour metal<<elseif $skinType == 4>>mostly covered in a smooth layer of $altColour plastic<<elseif $skinType == 5>>covered in a thick $altColour reptilian scales<</if>>.
Jasmine giggles happily as she looks on, staring at your new modification before walking over with a small mirror in hand. Letting you get a good view of behind you as she adjusts it, confirming that the procedure is complete and the skin on your back is also <<if $skinType == 1>>covered in a thin layer of $altColour fur<<elseif $skinType == 2>>covered in a thick layer of $altColour fur<<elseif $skinType == 3>>mostly covered in a shiny layer of $altColour metal<<elseif $skinType == 4>>mostly covered in a smooth layer of $altColour plastic<<elseif $skinType == 5>>covered in a thick $altColour layer reptilian scales<</if>>.
[["So, everything’s good?"|Fur Life Menu]], asks Jasmine smiling.<<set $ggp += 100>><<if $currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">><<set $diaperWetCounter += 1>><</if>>As you're travelling, you wait before one of the facilities many lifts. Everything is going completely as usual, if not a little busier than you expected. Awaiting the lift with you is a small crowd, assorted persons in various attire murmuring to each other to pass the time. One of them is even playing about with something on his phone.
And so, standing bored within the cluster is when you notice something feels off. Whilst minor, you’re suddenly jolted as you feel a subtle, yet certainly pleasant, vibration tear through your urethra. Nice though it is, you can already sense the extra pressure it’s placing on your bladder, pushing you rapidly towards an accidental and rather confined public urination session.
Looking around in panic, you see that the crowd has only become denser since your arrival, now thoroughly hemming you into the middle of then. Thoughts of fleeing fill your mind, pushing through the crowd to find a toilet. <<if $diaperLocked>>Sadly, even if you could escape it probably wouldn’t be of much use to you, what with your diaper locked on you, offering you no way out of this situation. Additionally, if you miss your lift, then you worry that you might be waiting around a long time for a new one, you contemplate as your desperation to unleash the contents of your bladder grows ever more intense.<<else>>Sadly, you can’t think of a good way to escape, sure that pushing your way through the assembly of people and leaving, would solve little other than making you miss your lift. Instead, your desperation is only growing further as your need to unleash the contents of your bladder becomes ever more intense.<</if>> Trying to delay the inevitable, you press your <<checkThigh>> thighs together, trying to take your mind off of the looming threat of peeing yourself. You wonder how noticeable it would be if you pissed yourself wedged in between so many people, soon deciding that it would be extremely noticeable, and would likely make the guests and staff rather angry at you. Though, to your happy shock, you see that the lift is only a few floors away now, so your wait may be rather brief. Of course, the uncomfortable need to pee is building ever more rapidly and you know that soon you'll have no choice but to wet yourself, you just hope you can last long enough for either the crowd to disperse, or for you to make it to your destination.
You slowly start to pace on the spot, trying to take your mind off of your bladder, both sweating and blushing from the intensity of resisting the need to piss. The attempt to move even so slightly jostles you, almost releasing the floodgates, however, miraculously you hold back with only the faintest wet dripping sensation so far, making your <<if $vagina>>pussy slick with your urine<<else>><<checkPenis>> cock head slick with your urine<</if>>. Sadly, your luck doesn’t seem to hold up, as you realize with shock that the lift still has at least a couple more floors to go before it arrives.
That’s when it happens. Frustrated with the slow pace of the elevator, and the slight jostling from the nearby assembly of people your need to urinate reaches the point of no return, the result is that you can no longer maintain what little control over your bladder that you had. With an audible hiss, your golden piss starts flooding out of you with great speed and quantity into the onto the floor below you. Distracted though you are, you’re sure you felt another burst of sensation in your urethra as you did, as if some sort of additional outside influence was at play.
<<if $currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">>Thankfully, you are wearing a diaper, otherwise you'd likely be even more obvious in your urination, leaving a large puddle on the floor. Though, even with your diaper some of the contents seem to have leaked out and down your leg.<<elseif $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>With shock, you realise that you’ve soaked your $currentUnderwear through, their sodden form clinging wetly to your <<checkSkin>> form.<<else>>With shock, you realize that you’re not wearing any underwear at all, leaving nothing to stop you making a large and incredibly noticeable mess.<</if>> Of course, with the distinct noise, amber lake around your feet, and strong and noxious smell now emanating from the center of the mass of people, it’d be impossible to miss spotting your humiliated form.
Noticing your look of distress, one of the guests beside you being to tap your shoulder to get your attention, likely intent on discovering if you’re in need of help. Of course, that’s before realizing he notices that you’re the source of the sudden horrid smell which has occurred. With a sound of disgust, he takes a step back, pushing through the crowd as you just stand there, the pool of piss growing steadily as you relieve yourself. The smell of fresh urine clings to you and the air around you, leaving you unable to escape your shame, the circle of waiting people now slowly giving you a wider berth, not wanting to come into contact with your piss puddle. Worst of all, the feeling of wetting yourself is actually turning you on, your <<if $penis>>cock rock hard in response<<else>>pussy wet and needy in response<</if>>, the vibrations in your bladder making you feel amazing. As the last dregs of piss drip out of you, the uncomfortable pressure is finally gone, bringing a weird happiness to you, despite the humiliation.
However, the other people in the crowd don’t see it that way, some shrieking with horror, others coughing with disgust, but all of them doing their best to get away from you, trying to avoid your large puddle of urine. As the lift door dings, the crowd it seems is way too put off from their previous plans by what they’ve just seen, not wanting to get stuck inside with someone who can’t control their own bladder, so instead leaving to find different routes to their destinations. The crowd dispersed, you’re left all alone in your humiliation. Well, almost all alone.
The man you saw previously playing on his phone still stands there, a wide smile on his face, giving you a surprisingly supportive look. <span class="male">"You did great just then! I thought I was going to get stuck in that crowded lift, and I hate tight spaces. Now that you’ve scared them all off, I have a feeling that my journey is going to be much more comfortable. Best money I’ve spent all month. Plus, that look on your face was priceless. This place is great!"</span>, laughs the man as he wanders into the now open and empty lift, giving you a happy wave as you watch on mouth agape.
Finally taking stock of the situation, you evaluate what just happened. You wet yourself in the middle of a crowd while waiting for a lift, and a group of random passers-by watched on as you did. Not only that, but some guy made you piss yourself, humiliating you publicly, just so he could get a less busy lift for his journey. Certainly not a high point in your day. <span class="neutral">"100 G.G.P. awarded to Trainee $firstName for: Helping a guest clear space in a lift"</span>, intones the familiar monotone of Alice the AI from a nearby wall as you flee, one last embarrassment from the situation accompanying it as a photo of your public shame is openly displayed on the screen. No longer wanting to take the lift after what just happened, you decide instead to take the stairs for a few floors of this leg of the trip, after all at least they’ll be quieter and emptier.
Blushing deeply, and stinking of your own piss, your accident complete you [[continue onward|interuptDestinationTime( $intendedLocation )]].You decide that all you want to do at the moment is play on the rocking horses. Conveniently, there’s a whole section of the room dedicated to that. Comprised of rows of different sized, shaped, and coloured, rocking horses, all of which look comfortable and exceedingly well built. The only other matters of note that you notice, are that the floors are extra padded, and that there seems to be a very large number of littles in this section. The cushiony nature of the floor makes sense, after all, they probably don’t want someone to fall off and hurt themselves, however safe rocking horses probably are. As for the incredible popularity of the rocking horses, well <<if visited() <=1>>that does seem weird, but then again, when have you ever seen anything normal since coming to the facility<<else>>from what you saw the previous times you’ve played with the rocking horses, it does make a certain amount of sense. After all, it sounds like it’s one of the nursery’s littles only options to masturbate, plus it probably goes over well with the audience<</if>>.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/RockingHorse.png]]</div>
Wandering over to the section merrily, you spot a few of the other residents sitting on the backs of the toys, riding them happily, large goofy smiles on their faces and the occasional almost dreamy moan falling from their lips. Of course, many of them are endearingly cuddling up to the soft looking manes of their respective horses, some additionally cuddling stuffed toys to their chests as they do, enjoying the extra soft presence as they play. Walking over to a free rocking horse with a glorious black mane, you sit yourself down on its form fitting leather saddle, finding it incredibly comfortable as you relax onto it. It doesn’t take long, especially as you take a slight yawn, for you to find yourself lazily rocking back and forth, playing with the silky soft mane, even rubbing your cheek against it curiously.
The residents of the section come and go as you rock back and forth, some of them making quiet conversation with people next to them, others giggling or moaning, a few even falling asleep atop the toys, slumping off tiredly onto the padded floor. It’s fun, in a relaxing way at least. And, through that, it’s easy to lose track of time, especially with how drowsy the rhythmic rocking is making you.
<<if visited() <=1>>That’s when you notice that seated on the horse next to you is the dreamily smiling Daisy the bunny eared little. Noticing you’re here too, she waves at you, [[seemingly looking to start a friendly conversation|ABDL Job Rocking Horse First]].<<else>>Do you:
[[Use the rocking horse to masturbate|ABDL Job Rocking Horse Masturbate Normal][$timesMasturbated += 1]]
[[Just play normally with the rocking horse|ABDL Job Rocking Horse Play Normal]]<</if>>...
Lazily, you get to your feet, dismounting the beautiful toy rocking horse, tired from all the playing. Remembering to be a good <<if $femininity <0>>boy<<else>>girl<</if>>, you make sure to tidy up after yourself, dusting off the seat and making sure it hasn’t rocked out of place. That done, you return to the talking tree to see how high your ratings were today. Moving up to the cartoonish screen of the tree, you see that you were right, it is almost time for you to leave, your earnings report fully on display.
<<if lastVisited("ABDL Job Rocking Horse Masturbate Normal") is 0>><<set $random = random(8,9)>><<else>><<set $random = random(4,5)>><</if>><<set $earnings += ($random *50)>><<set $ggp += $earnings>><hr><b>Earnings Report – Little Land Nursery</b>
You garnered a $random point rating from – <<if lastVisited("ABDL Job Rocking Horse Masturbate Normal") is 0>>having adorable, naughty special time with the rocking horses<<else>>playing with the rocking horses<</if>>: <<set $holderInt = $random *50>>G.G.P + $holderInt
Overall earned G.G.P = $earnings
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With your pay received you say goodbye to everyone and <a data-passage="Travel Back">travel back to your room</a>.Smiling warmly, she asks in a polite tone, <span class="female">"Hello $firstName. You don’t mind if we chat for a bit? I wouldn’t want to interrupt your rocking horse time if you’re busy"</span>, slowly swinging back and forth beside you as she speaks.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/DaisyLarge.png]]</div>
Continuing your own play on your black maned steed, you answer, <span class ="player">"Hi Daisy. No, I don’t mind chatting a bit. But, where’s Katie? And, why would I be busy, I’m just playing"</span>, now getting a little curious to why she’s here, and why she’d think that talking to you now would be unwanted.
<span class="female">"Katie’s fine. She just finds it embarrassing to play with the rocking horses. Sometimes she’s willing to come play with them when I do, but she’s a little shyer than me. Not that I mind really, just means I have to help her myself which is way more fun. She’s so adorable, the little noises she makes are just the best"</span>, replies the bunny eared diaper girl with a giggle, getting distracted reminiscing as she speaks. Breaking out of her happy thoughts, she spots a look of confusion on your own face, provoking her to respond with an expression of extreme surprise.
Taking a moment to, as if trying to figure out how to properly word what she’s going to say, she finally whispers, <span class="female">"Well, erm. You see $firstName, a lot of the little’s in the nursery are diapered. And … some can’t take their diapers off, outside of certain circumstances anyway. So, erm, they come here. The rocking horses are really good for getting off. It doesn’t even take much effort, you’ve just got to rub against the saddle. The saddles are smooth, so you glide over them easily, which can feel pretty good, but if you want to play harder, then the top end of the saddle gets you a rougher rub. It probably sounds weird, but it’s super fun"</span>, seemingly flustered from having to explain the purpose of the rocking horses, a light blush setting into her cheeks
<span class="player">"So … you were going to …"</span>, you find yourself whispering, a warmth spreading through your own cheeks over the embarrassing conversation.
<span class="female">"Yeah. But, this is really awkward now. I think I’m just going to play with it normally today, maybe we could just chat some more instead. Maybe we could talk about something completely different. Oh, and please don’t tell Katie I got all embarrassed over this, I’d never hear the end of it, for all she knows I had a great time and we didn’t have a super awkward conversation. Okay?"</span>, squirms the diapered Lolita, scratching behind one of her long white bunny ears nervously.
Agreeing to just talk for now, you spend the rest of the hour or so talking to Daisy whilst the both of you slowly rock back and forth on your two rocking horses. It’s nice, both the conversation and the relaxing ride. Daisy is very knowledgeable about the nursery, having been there a long while, so she shares a lot of random gossip with you, along with tips on various girly fashions, and even a conversation about music.
All the while, you slowly slip back and forth across the smooth main section of the rocking horses saddle. As the time passes, you can certainly understand what Daisy was talking about before. <<if $currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">>Within the confines of your soft and cushiony $currentUnderwear<<elseif $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>Within your $currentUnderwear<<else>>Not wearing any underwear<</if>>, you can feel your <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> cock, and puffy vagina<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock<<else>>puffy vagina<</if>> being constantly and softly rubbed by the rocking motion. It’s not enough to set you off into an orgasm, or to make you seriously aroused, but it feels nice, and you’re sure with some proper effort on your part that you could easily cum from it. Of course, seeing as you have company you try to stifle any small moans that accidentally result from it <<if $exhibitionismSkill >=1>>, though secretly you wonder if it might be more fun to loudly let loose your moans and watch the polite bunny girls reaction<<else>>, blushing heavily at the mere thought of people noticing you getting sexually stimulated in such an odd and childish way<</if>>.
<<include [[ABDL Job Rocking Horse End]]>>Thinking things over for a moment, you decide that you just want to do more than just play with the rocking horse today. They are, after all, used often by the other littles for more adult reasons than just regular play, <<if $exhibitionismSkill >=1>>even if using them like that seems naughty in the best kind of way<<else>>even if using them like that sounds embarrassing and naughty<</if>>. And, so, cuddling up further to the toy’s mane, you begin to rhythmically rock yourself backward and forth, occasionally running your hands through the furry hair of the toy, or over the soft and cool leather of the saddle. Starting out, you don’t necessarily push for any real stimulation, instead just enjoying the feel of it as if you were using it normally. Sometimes you use it slowly, and sometimes you push the rocking horse to its limits, bouncing back at forth at some speed, but always as you play with it you test out the various sensations that it provokes, trying to figure out the best way to use it in pursuit of an orgasm.
Even before you settle into properly attempting to use the toy as a masturbatory aid, as you slowly slip back and forth across the smooth main section of the rocking horses saddle, it’s almost unavoidable that it has some effect on you. As a little time passes, you can certainly understand what Daisy was talking about before. <<if $currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">>Within the confines of your soft and cushiony $currentUnderwear<<elseif $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>Within your $currentUnderwear<<else>>Not wearing any underwear<</if>>, you can feel your <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> cock, and puffy vagina<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock<<else>>puffy vagina<</if>> being constantly and softly rubbed by the rocking motion. It’s not enough to set you off into an orgasm, but it feels nice and is really starting to build your arousal, your <<if $penis && $vagina>>dick erect, and your cunt wet and needy<<elseif $penis>>dick erect<<else>>cunt wet and needy<</if>>. Though you haven’t fully started yet, you feel <<if $exhibitionismSkill >=1>>really turned on by the thought of how the people at home watching you right now might react to seeing you using the childish rocking horse in pursuit of cum-ing, especially in such an open and public way<<else>>extremely embarrassed blushing heavily at the mere thought of people noticing you getting sexually stimulated in such an odd and childish way, let alone that there are probably people in their homes right now watching you use a childish rocking horse in pursuit of cum-ing<</if>>.
Already having committed yourself to rubbing yourself to orgasm, you finally start to make a concerted effort towards that goal. Wrapping your arms around the neck of the toy to steady yourself, you being to grind your crotch against the soft saddle. It feels great, almost as if it was designed for this, which knowing the facility it might actually be. Nonetheless, the sensation as you press your <<if $currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">>diaper confined<<elseif $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>$currentUnderwear confined<<else>>unimpeded<</if>> <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> dick, and needy pussy<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> dick<<else>>needy pussy<</if>> against the smooth and slightly springy material, is immense, causing you to let out tiny mewling moans of happiness.
Grinding away slowly, you find a good rhythm, your movements provoking the horse to rock back and forth, giving your crotch rubs an extra kick of momentum, driving you ever onwards towards an amazing orgasm. It takes a little work, but it’s worth it, however humiliating it is, you think to yourself as you snuggle against the soft mane of the toy, rubbing your face against it for an extra burst of pleasant sensations.
Before long, you can’t hold it back any longer, the smooth base of the saddle proving enough to pull from you an extremely expressive orgasm, you whole body convulsing as you moan out loudly and lewdly from your pleasure. <<if $currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">>From within your $currentUnderwear<<elseif $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>From within your $currentUnderwear<<else>>Straight against the saddle, no underwear or diaper to block it<</if>>, you feel a sudden wetness as your <<if $penis && $vagina>>firm penis, and sodden cunt<<elseif $penis>>firm penis<<else>>sodden cunt<</if>> unleashes a torrent of <<if $penis>>cum<<else>>fem-cum<</if>><<if $currentUnderwear =="Naked">>, the pool of your sexual fluids leaking across the saddle beneath you grossly<<else>>, the pool of your sexual fluids resting warmly and soothingly against you within your $currentUnderwear<</if>>.
Taking a moment to rest up, now exhausted from your amazing play session, you find that you actually fall asleep for a little while. It seems that your rocking horse really just is that comfortable, though your recent exertion contributes heavily to your well-earned tiredness too. So tired are you, that it completely escapes your thoughts that you just orgasmed before a large home audience, which is probably <<if $exhibitionismSkill >=1>>a shame given how turned on that would make you<<else>>for the best given how embarassing that would be<</if>>.
<<include [[ABDL Job Rocking Horse End]]>>Thinking things over for a moment, you decide that you just want to play with the rocking horse today. They are after all, both comfortable, and relaxing. And, so, cuddling up further to the toy’s mane, you begin to rhythmically rock yourself backward and forth, occasionally running your hands through the furry hair of the toy, or over the soft and cool leather of the saddle. Sometimes you go slowly, sometimes you push the rocking horse to its limits, bouncing back at forth at some speed, but always as you play with it you endeavour to play with it properly.
However, as you slowly slip back and forth across the smooth main section of the rocking horses saddle, it’s almost unavoidable that it has some effect on you. As the time passes, you can certainly understand what Daisy was talking about before. <<if $currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">>Within the confines of your soft and cushiony $currentUnderwear<<elseif $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>Within your $currentUnderwear<<else>>Not wearing any underwear<</if>>, you can feel your <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> cock, and puffy vagina<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock<<else>>puffy vagina<</if>> being constantly and softly rubbed by the rocking motion. It’s not enough to set you off into an orgasm, or to make you seriously aroused, but it feels nice, and you’re sure with some proper effort on your part that you could easily cum from it. Of course, seeing as you’re rather public with lots of random littles using them around you, you try to stifle any small moans that accidentally result from it <<if $exhibitionismSkill >=1>>, though secretly you wonder if it might be more fun to loudly let loose your moans and think about how the people at home watching you right now might react<<else>>, blushing heavily at the mere thought of people noticing you getting sexually stimulated in such an odd and childish way<</if>>.
<<include [[ABDL Job Rocking Horse End]]>>As you pass through the administrative hub, you find your way waylaid by a woman wielding a clipboard standing right in front of you. Trying to move past her, she clears her through, arching her eyebrows in response. It seems she’s intent on talking to you about something.
Getting a better look over her now that you’ve stopped, you take in her full appearance. Wearing a black pencil skirt, and a white blouse, a pair of stylish glasses framing her feminine features, you get the distinct impression that she’s some sort of secretary or administrator. Her hair is arranged in a short dark blonde bob, though you can tell that it’s impeccably maintained. Biting her lip flirty-ly, you also notice that she doesn’t seem to be wearing a bra, the thin white silk of her top giving you a good view of her puffy pink nipples.
<span class="female">"Hello $firstName. I’m employed within the facility to survey the Trainee Program members periodically. It seems like you’re due for a new survey according to our system, so it seems fortuitous that I have you here right now. If it’s not an issue with you, then we can start in just a moment"</span>, with a wink she adds in her sultry tone, <span class="female">"I can’t wait to strip your thoughts naked, and see just what makes you tick"</span>.
Not sure how to react, you respond with a <<if $submission <0>>non-comital shrug<<else>>worried whimper<</if>>, offering a quick, <span class="player">"Sure"</span>. Whatever’s going on, you’re sure that it’s not going to end well.
Smiling a pouty smile, and once again biting her lip, your interviewer seems to be enjoying your unsteadiness. <span class="female">"You’re <<if $submission <0>>a grumpy sort<<else>>down right adorable<</if>>. I bet potential owners are lining up to get a piece of you. I think I’d enjoy putting my mark on you, or a mark at least. Now you just wait here while I find what survey you’re supposed to be taking on my list"</span>, she offers, eyeing you up like a piece of meat.
Possibilities going through your mind, it feels like if you’re going to avoid this awkward encounter with the flirty blonde, then you’re going to need to leave quickly. It’s unlikely that she’ll pursue you, and you feel like you could probably sneak off while she’s distracted. But, maybe it’d be fun to stay instead. Weighing up matters, you <<if $sexualPreference != 2>> could obviously [[stay and see what happens|Admin Hub Secretary Tease Main]]<<else>>aren’t attracted to the woman, so don’t think you’d like anything she has in store for you<</if>>.Deciding to stick around, curious to how things are going to play out and not wanting to run away from a facility employee who seems to know who you are, you wait. Watching the blonde tease, you realize from the happy look that dawns on her face that she’s probably found what she’s looking for. Fluttering her eyelashes playfully, she flashes you a wide grin.
<span class="female">"So, the adorable little rabbit decided not to run from the big mean wolf. Not sure if that was a smart plan, I even have to note it down on the survey, but it makes me happy to know that I’ll get to play with you a little longer. This is going to be fun!"</span>, offers your interviewer, blowing you a kiss as her face contorts in such a way you think that she’s holding back a laugh. <span class="female">"With that said, lets get started! The first question I have down here is; what would you do if a staff member or guest complimented you? Well, that’s convenient, we can test that out quiet easily. What do you think, do you like it when people tell you how sexy you are, sweetheart?"</span>, watching your reaction, you can tell she’s loving every moment of this.
Not seeing much harm in what she’s said, you answer <<if $submission <0>>quickly, <span class="player">"That’s okay", wondering just how bad this is going to get</span><<else>>meekly, <span class="player">"Erm, that’s fine"</span>, blushing a little from her comment<</if>>. As she eyes you up like a piece of meat, you can’t help but feel <<if $penis>>your cock harden in response<<else>>your pussy moisten in response<</if>>.
Nodding, her grin still plastered across her face she continues, <span class="female">"Excellent! That means that I can keep telling you how much I want to rub your face into my sopping wet cunt, and you shouldn’t feel the need to complain even a little. Next Question; what would you do if a guest or staff member made degrading and mean comments to you? Well, how great is this, we don’t even have to ask, we can just test that one too can’t we. So, my disgusting little cum rag, do you mind it when your betters let you know just how repulsive you are to them? Do you quiver with glee upon hearing how lowly a fuck toy you are, that even other sluts look down upon you, and mock you loudly and openly? Do you secretly yearn to be told that you’re just a play thing, to be used for the pleasure of real people, and debased and tormented for their entertainment"</span>. Her little speech finished, you notice that she’s now panting slightly, her nipples much more engorged than you previously spotted, now even more lewdly poking through her thin blouse.
A lot more awkward now than you were after the first question, you <<if $submission<0>>try to play it cool, shrugging, <span class="player">"I guess it’s okay?"</span>, not really sure what to say<<else>>can’t look her in the eye, her dirty comments kowtowing you, placing her firmly in the dominant position in the conversation. Instead, you whisper, <span class="player">"I … I, don’t know …"</span><</if>>. All the time, you can’t help to be becoming more and more turned on by the moment. On top of which, <<if $exhibitionismSkill >= 1>>being tormented like this in such a public setting really pushes your exhibitionist buttons, allowing you to wallow happily in the humiliation of it all<<else>>being treated like this so publicly embarrasses you greatly, causing you to feel more nervous and degraded by the second<</if>>.
Giggling at your reaction, your interviewer seems to be thoroughly enjoying herself, her eyes lit up with glee. <span class="female">"This is great! Next question; what would you do if a guest or employee kissed you? Again, it seems like our luck day, we can figure this one out too"</span>, she laughs, giving you little time to react.
Pouncing on you, she takes hold of your head, sticking her tongue fluidly between your <<checkLips>> lips before you really have time to react. Your tongues entwined, she possessively makes out with you, the experience increadibly enjoyable. <<if $submission<0>>With a little effort, your dominance shines through, as you kiss her back, the exchange becoming something more between equals and lovers, rather than a demonstration of her power over you<<else>>Submissively, you let her explore your mouth, acquiescing to her every move. She’s just so dominant, and, letting her have her way makes you feel tingly inside, like she’s claiming you as her property almost<</if>>. Further down, you feel your <<if $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock straining with need<<else>>hot pussy spasming with need<</if>>, your interactions with the blonde woman sending your body into an increasing state of sexual readiness.
Chucking, she adds to her notes, pulling back from you. <span class="female">"Almost done! You’re doing great, such an enjoyable little plaything! Our last question; how would you react if a guest or employee suddenly decided to play with you sexually? Judging by how aroused you’re looking, I think we can guess, but we’ve tested everything so far haven’t we, so we probably should be …thorough"</span>, she describes as she gives you a smouldering look, setting your heart ablaze with lust.
Approaching you, she <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>parts your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear, giving her access to your<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>parts your $currentClothing, giving her access to your<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>parts your $currentUnderwear, giving her access to your<<else>>is unimpeded by clothes, giving her access to your<</if>> <<if $penis>>hot and wanting cock<<else>>warm and dripping cunt<</if>>. Running her fingers across it, she pulls a string of loud moans from your throat, having teased and played with you to the point that you’re practically bursting at her touch. Running one finger <<if $penis>>across your cock head, she catches a bead of pre-cum<<else>>within your slit, she gathers a wet trail of feminine fluids<</if>> which she seductively licks clean.
You feel like you're about to cum just from the hot scene of her lapping at your juices, but what she does next surprises and shocks you to the core. Taking her hands off of your <<if $penis>>dick<<else>>pussy<</if>>, she instead turns back to her clipboard, writing something down. Her grin cat-like and devious, she giggles, <span class="female">"All done! That was fun wasn’t it! You’re such an adorable little trainee, I’m sure one day you’ll make an owner very happy. Just looking at your horny confused face right now makes me wish you were up for auction already. Oh well, lots of other things to torment until then. See you later $firstName, maybe I’ll have some follow up surveys for you later"</span>.
Unsure what’s happening, your arousal clouding your mind, you try to babble, <span class="player">"But … but … we were …"</span>. The realization that you’re increasingly unlikely to find sexual release anytime soon slowly dawning on you.
<span class="female">"Bye for now"</span>, the sexy interviewer calls as she walks away quickly, turning to blow you a seductive kiss as she leaves. The look on her face you catch in that moment, is one you can only describe as pure joy, so happy does she look over having teased you to the peak of need only to leave you unfulfilled.
Painfully aroused, the blonde now left, you [[return to walking through the administrative hub|Admin Hub]].As you pass through the industrial plaza you spot something out of the ordinary. Placed in one of the open spaces, you notice that a small, yet sturdy stage has been established, a tall tent-like structure erected next to it so that the entrance leads straight onto the main bulk of the stage. A banner hanging above the stage reads, <span class="neutral">"Hucow Cattle Auction – Business owners only"</span>, clearly denoting the purpose of the thoroughfare's addition.
Taking a moment to piece all of this information together, you realize that a small crowd has been growing around you, eagerly awaiting the upcoming auction. Looking over some of the attendees, you have the feeling that many of them have come just to watch, rather than actually buy, their stained and damaged clothing not indicating to you that they are wealthy business owners.
Thinking about matters, you contemplate whether you’d like to stay and watch too. After all, it could be interesting to watch a slave auction, especially one for hucows. However, you’re not sure whether it’s right. You’re a slave, or soon to be a slave, so should you be supporting the slavery of others by watching? Either way, you’ll likely need to make your decision soon to whether you’re going to leave, or if you’re going to remain where you are and [[see what the hucow auction is like|Industrial Hub Hucow Auction Main]].Deciding to stay and watch the auction, curiosity getting the best of you, you bored-ly wait a few more minutes as they get everything ready. Finally, you realize that the show is likely about to start as a man in a white lab-coat like jacket, white pants, and a tight white hat, walks out onto the stage with a mic stand, setting it up to one side. Curiously, he’s wearing a pair of blue rubber gloves, oddly resembling the sort you might see on someone doing their washing up.
Tapping the mic, he coughs in a husky voice, <span class="male">"Testing, testing, everything working with this thing?"</span>, waiting for a thumbs-up up from the tent flaps before he continues, <span class="male">"Alright then. We all know why we’re here, so let’s not beat about the bush. This hucow auction is for businesses only, private buyer’s bids will be ignored, and those making them will be blacklisted from future auctions. So, if there’s any of you here, then scram. Standard rules, standard starting values. We do secret bidding, so no hard feelings or bickering. Oh, and all buyers need to be certified to keep hucows"</span>.
His words leading to a couple of the audience to leave, he waits for them to depart before calling out for the first lot to come out. In a collar, leash and nothing else, you watch as an exceedingly large chested woman is dragged by another man in white out onto the stage. She seems docile, but not necessarily compliant, being around so many people seeming to spook her. Getting a good look at her, you spot that she has a strange ear ring in one ear, that looks a bit like a big triangular tag. You also spot that just above her hairless pussy, she has what you can only describe as a barcode tattooed there, a long string of numbers just above it. Finally, you realize to your interest that she seems to be leaking milk from her thick nipples, thin rivulets of the white liquid running down her stomach and thighs.
Brought over to the man with the microphone, he pats her on the head before groping her rear and heaving bosom. As he plays with her breast, the spray of milk increases, splattering wetly down upon the stage to the crowd’s amusement. <span class="male">"Well, this one, number 00883455 seems to be a nice one. Class A milker, Class A breeder too. And, she’s docile and quite the looker. Chances are you’ll be able to make good money on her regardless of how high you bid. You’ll have them queueing up to breed her with those looks, and she’s full to bursting with milk. She’s only had basic lactation modifications, though she’s gone through extensive training. She knows her basic milking and breeding positions, has undergone full crawl training, and she hasn’t failed once in her cow vocal training, has she?"</span>, pitches the man, nodding at the hucow as he finishes.
Smiling dopily, the large breasted slave-girl lets out a loud and contented, <span class="female">"Mooo!"</span>, receiving a head pat by the salesman for her efforts.
<span class="male">"See, one of the best. Now, she’s not going to go for anything less than premium price, but 00883455 is an exceedingly rare prospect as a double A grade, low modification, high training, and docile hucow. Normally we’d put her later into the auction listings, but we’ve had such high interest in her that we’ve decided to put her on first, and then close the listings at the end after the showing and the line-up interactions are over. For now though, she’ll stand in the line-up, waiting for you to get a better look at later"</span>, concludes the man, patting her cushiony bum until she lines up at the back of the stage dreamily.
The first hucow introduced, the second man pulls out the next woman, this one a lot less compliant, wrestling back against the leash. You also notice that her breasts are smaller than the first girl’s, though she still carries the barcode tattoo and ear tag that the first girl did, tiny spots of milk dripping from her plump nipples.
You think about staying longer to see what happens next, but you can’t spend all day watching hucow cattle auctions. So, pulling yourself slowly away from the show, you [[return to walking through the industrial hub|Industrial Hub]].<<set $lactationCap = (1000 + (($lactationSkill + 1) * 1000) + ($breastSize * 200)) * ($lactationBoosterQuantity + 1) * ($lactationBoosterStorage + 1)>><<if $udder>><<set $lactationCap += 2000>><</if>><<set $random = random(0,100)>><<set $lactationModifier = ((100 + (($lactationSkill + 1) * 50) + $random + ($breastSize * 20)) * ($lactationBoosterQuantity + 1)) * ($lactationBoosterSpeed + 1)>><<set $lactationLevel += $lactationModifier>>Looking down at your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> breasts<</if>> as you get ready, you notice an additional weight in comparison to when you went to sleep. Drops of <<checkLactationType>> drip lazily from your <<checkNipple>> nipples. <<if $lactationLevel > $lactationCap>>From the not completely unpleasant soreness you can feel, you're pretty sure you're full to bursting point, and if you don't get milked soon then your body will find a way to deal with that<<elseif $lactationLevel > ($lactationCap/2)>>From the minor chafing and pleasurable heft, you're pretty sure you're getting full on <<checkLactationType>>, you might need to get that sorted sometime soon<<else>>You can't be certain, but you think that you're not very close to being full, so you probably don't need to think about getting a milking just yet<</if>>.<<set $lactationCap = (1000 + (($lactationSkill + 1) * 1000) + ($breastSize * 200)) * ($lactationBoosterQuantity + 1) * ($lactationBoosterStorage + 1)>><<if $udder>><<set $lactationCap += 2000>><</if>><<set $random = random(0,100)>><<set $lactationModifier = ((100 + (($lactationSkill + 1) * 50) + $random + ($breastSize * 20)) * ($lactationBoosterQuantity + 1)) * ($lactationBoosterSpeed + 1)>><<set $lactationLevel += $lactationModifier>><hr>Looking down at your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> breasts<</if>> as you travel, you notice an additional weight in comparison to when you last checked. Drops of <<checkLactationType>> drip lazily from your <<checkNipple>> nipples. <<if $lactationLevel > $lactationCap>>From the not completely unpleasant soreness you can feel, you're pretty sure you're full to bursting point, and if you don't get milked soon then your body will find a way to deal with that<<elseif $lactationLevel > ($lactationCap/2)>>From the minor chafing and pleasurable heft, you're pretty sure you're getting full on <<checkLactationType>>, you might need to get that sorted sometime soon<<else>>You can't be certain, but you think that you're not very close to being full, so you probably don't need to think about getting a milking just yet<</if>>.<<if $intendedLocation == "Industrial Dairy Job Start" && $lactationLevel > $lactationCap>><<set $lactationLevel = $lactationCap>><br><br>Knowing that you’re on your way to be milked at the dairy only a short time from now, and sensing that you’re about to flood out your <<checkLactationType>> at any moment, you begin to pull at your <<checkNipple>> nipples, expressing just enough <<checkLactationType>> to constantly keep you just under the point of being completely full. It’s a little embarrassing, squeezing your nipples in public, your <<checkLactationDescription>> <<checkLactationType>> running down your form and pooling on the floor in your wake, but it’s still better than losing your entire payload just before you’re about to cash it in.<</if>><hr><<set $lactationCap = (1000 + (($lactationSkill + 1) * 1000) + ($breastSize * 200)) * ($lactationBoosterQuantity + 1) * ($lactationBoosterStorage + 1)>><<if $udder>><<set $lactationCap += 2000>><</if>><<set $random = random(0,100)>><<set $lactationModifier = ((100 + (($lactationSkill + 1) * 50) + $random + ($breastSize * 20)) * ($lactationBoosterQuantity + 1)) * ($lactationBoosterSpeed + 1)>><<set $lactationLevel += $lactationModifier>><hr>Looking down at your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> breasts<</if>> as you travel, you notice an additional weight in comparison to when you last checked. Drops of <<checkLactationType>> drip lazily from your <<checkNipple>> nipples. <<if $lactationLevel > $lactationCap>>From the not completely unpleasant soreness you can feel, you're pretty sure you're full to bursting point, and if you don't get milked soon then your body will find a way to deal with that<<elseif $lactationLevel > ($lactationCap/2)>>From the minor chafing and pleasurable heft, you're pretty sure you're getting full on <<checkLactationType>>, you might need to get that sorted sometime soon<<else>>You can't be certain, but you think that you're not very close to being full, so you probably don't need to think about getting a milking just yet<</if>>.<hr>Deciding that you’re in need of a milking, you tell the dairy supervisor, <span class="player">"Hi sir. Can you milk me?"</span>.
With a nod, Henry replies, <span class="male">"Of course. I’ll sign you in now, then we’ll head to the prep rooms to get you cleaned. After that, I’ll get you all hooked up to one of the milking racks. You’ll be in the milking room we use for freelance herd members, as we like to keep the actual herd separate to further ensure their health and safety. We don’t have a lot of other trainee hucow’s at the moment, so you’ll likely be in there on your own, but I’ll be there waiting with you in case of any sort of issues. Current going rate from us is 1 credit for every 10 millilitres of milk, though if you have exceptionally high-quality produce, or produce something more unusual, then the price may vary"</span>. As he explains the procedure to you, you watch as he types on a small handheld tablet which he quickly re-pockets on completion.
Following his lead, you pass through a side corridor from the general production floor, heading further into the dairy. Finding yourself escorted into a small changing room complete with showers, Henry waits outside for you to get ready. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>Thankfully, you don’t have to make your supervisor wait long as you're already naked<</if>>. Understanding the stringent sanitation rules which cover the dairy, you additionally give yourself a through showering, hoping that your results are up to the man’s expectations.
Though, it seems your worries were for nothing, as upon seeing you Henry only gives you another of his nods, making no comment on your nude and freshly showered form. Instead, he just continues to usher you towards another door, this time labelled, <span class="neutral">"Milking Chamber 2"</span>. Heading inside, you see nothing of real substance. Instead, the rather long and bare room contains only a row of odd metal stands you recognise as milking frames, a set of screens behind them, and for each station a pair of breast shaped plastic domes that are attached to the wall by clear tubing. Looking around, you realise that you seem to be the only person currently here, the room devoid of any one else being milked.
His hand on your shoulder, you’re guided over towards the first of the strange assortments of metal pipes, Henry giving you distinct yet gentle prods until he’s finally happy with your position. On your hands and knees, draped over the frame so that it partially supports your weight, you find that the position is strangely comfortable, the rubber coated mat that you’re kneeling on feeling soft beneath you. Giving you a reassuring pat on your <<checkAss>> bum, your supervisor heads over to the corresponding breast shaped domes, pulling them and a section of attached tubing out of the wall.
Breathing on it, and giving the rim a quick rub, Henry explains, <span class="male">"They can get pretty cold in here, so we try and heat them up a little before attaching them. You might feel a minor pinching sensation as the pump sucks the air out of the breast cup to make a seal, but that’s to be expected and should be extremely brief. If you feel anything unpleasant other than that, then you need to tell me immediately. Otherwise, enjoy your milking. I’ll be just to one side overseeing"</span>.
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Despite his attempts to warm the plastic, it still is extremely cold as he places them on your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> breasts<</if>>, provoking a small, <span class="player">"Eeep!"</span>, to burst from your mouth. Patting you on the shoulder reassuringly, Henry waits as the pump begins taking effect, slowly engorging your <<checkNipple>> nipples until they’re fully erect and larger than ever. It does pinch a little at first, and the sensation is unusual, but certainly not an unpleasant one as your nipples are rhythmically suctioned within the breast cup.<<if $udder>><br><br>Noticing your udder with a smile, Henry proceeds to pat around the floor, looking for a hidden hatch. Pulling back a small section of flooring, you watch as he pulls out a secondary set of milking tubes, albeit this set has four long heads, perfectly suited for your long fleshy teats. Following the same procedure as with the first breast cups, he breaths on them to warm them up, fitting them carefully with yet another slight pinch as they latch on with the suction. As they begin to properly milk you, the four combined tubes flooding with your <<checkLactationType>>, it feels amazing, your teats maybe even more pleasurably sensitive than your nipples.<</if>>
All the while, Henry watches on. No longer bored it seems, he keeps an attentive watch over you, ensuring that everything is alright. He occasionally steps over to look at the monitor, or checks the tubing, but generally he just waits, giving you a reassuring nod or pat every now and then.
As the pump hums to life, you see flowing through the tubes a thick stream of your <<checkLactationDescription>> lactative fluid, ending up beyond your sight past the wall. The rhythmic sound of the pump is almost hypnotic in your prone position, driving you to feel extremely drowsy, practically falling asleep as you wait. You don’t actually enter sleep, but you do relax into a hazy state where you’re not paying attention to much else other than the sensations of the pump, and a warm feeling of accomplishment from the quantity of <<checkLactationType>> you’ve produce, all the while resting in the frame.
So drowsy are you, that you barely realise just how amazing the pleasure is of the regular sucking of your <<if $breastSize == 0>><<checkNipples>> nipples by the machine, your chest heaving from the steady draw<<else>><<checkNipple>> nipples by the machine, your <<checkBreast>> boobs jiggling beneath you from the steady motion<</if>>. Making small moans of sensuous pleasure, it doesn’t even cross your mind that anyone watching you moaning on all fours while being milked might mistake you for nothing but an animal. Blissfully, your <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> cock, and puffy wet pussy<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock<<else>>puffy wet pussy<</if>> spasms uncontrollably, brought to multiple orgasms, the pleasure of the milking enough to bring you to the peak time and again. Your <<if $penis>>cum<<else>>fem-cum<</if>> puddling beneath you drains away into a handy nearby floor grate, likely a necessary addition to the room given your reaction. A thought in the back of your head momentarily wonders if you could stay like this forever, just cum-ing and being milked into this wonderful state all the time.
However, it’s not much longer before you’re unhooked by the dairy supervisor, the breast cups being reinserted back into the wall. Giving you a good look over, he carefully helps you up, making sure to massage your joints that had stiffened from being held in position over the frame. In particular, he checks your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> breasts<</if>> and your <<checkNipple>> nipples, making sure that they aren’t overly sore or in any way damaged.
<span class="male">"Good job $firstName. Everything seems to be fine. We’re processing your produce now, and the dairy will compensate you appropriately. You should be milked dry by now, but if not, or you need another milking soon, then don’t hesitate to come back if you feel the need. Once again, thanks for coming in, we can always benefit for having another hucow on production rotation"</span>, giving you another reassuring pat on the shoulder as he escorts you out of the room, taking a momentary detour to show you the processing screen of your milking station.
<hr><b>Milking Report</b>
Name: $firstName $secondName
Production Type: <<checkLactationType>>
Production Quantity: $lactationLevel ml
Production Quality: standard
Production Value = <<set $holderInt = Math.round($lactationLevel * .1)>><<set $ggp += $holderInt>><<set $lactationLevel = 0>>$holderInt G.G.P
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The milking session complete, Henry takes you back into the changing room to wash and get ready. With that all done, you find yourself once again [[standing in front of Henry in the Dairy lobby|Industrial Dairy]].Your decision made, you ask the dairy supervisor, <span class="player">"Yeah. I’d like to get lactation speed booster, if that’s okay?"</span>.
With a smile, Henry replies, <span class="male">"Sure. We’ve got extra lactation speed boosters in stock, and your body can easily handle the extra production. I just need a moment to process the purchase, and then I’ll take you into the back to administer it. I’ll need to inject it into your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>>breasts<</if>>, just around the areola. After that, your body will produce milk at an increased speed. Even if you can’t lactate anymore for any reason, then you’ll still have it within your body, though it has no noted side effects, so that shouldn’t be an issue"</span>, and on that notehe briefly heads back into his office to retrieve a stack of paperwork for you to sign.
Together you spend a few minutes looking over the complex legal, Henry explaining everything to you section by section. Unless he’s hiding something, the documents just reiterate what he said previously, albeit in a more formal manner. You worry a little about all the health and safety talk, but it seems more like the dairy protecting itself legally, than anything to do with the booster treatment being actually dangerous.
<span class="player">"All done"</span>, you tell the red-headed farm overseer, signing the paperwork with your name.
Giving it a quick look over, Henry nods in his usual manner, pulling out a hand-sized tablet computer briefly, before answering, <span class="male">"Seems fine. Everything’s processed, including your credits. Guess that means we have a booster to set you up with. Standard procedures. You’ll need to shower and be naked. Then we head into the treatment room where I’ll sort you out with the booster itself. It’ll probably take longer for you to get washed than anything else in all honesty. Though, I should probably mention up front that the extra speed might be hard work to manage for you. You’ll be filling up quicker, so you’ll need to come visit us more often. Still, it’ll dramatically increase your yield and make you a much more valuable prospect for the dairy. Just letting you know"</span>.
Passing through a side corridor from the general production floor. Finding yourself escorted into a small changing room complete with showers, Henry waits outside for you to get ready. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>Thankfully, you don’t have to make your supervisor wait long as you're already naked<</if>>. Understanding the stringent sanitation rules which cover the dairy, you additionally give yourself a through showering, hoping that your results are up to the man’s expectations.
Though, it seems your worries were for nothing, as upon seeing you Henry only gives you another uninterested nod, making no comment on your nude and freshly showered form. Instead, he just continues to usher you towards another door, this time labelled, <span class="neutral">"Treatment Chamber"</span>. Heading inside, you see nothing of real substance. Instead, the rather bare room contains only a metal seat with restraints, and a locked cabinet bolted onto the wall. Though, you do spot that the floors and walls are tiled white, and that the floor has a drain, likely to make cleaning it easier.
His hand on your shoulder, you’re guided over towards the seat, Henry giving you distinct yet gentle prods until you’re sat comfortably. It’s a little cold on your <<checkAss>> bum, but the room isn’t kept too cold, so it’s not completely unpleasant. The cabinet opening as he approaches it, Henry gathers a syringe from within, approaching you without delay.
Giving you a reassuring pat on the shoulders, Henry explains, <span class="male">"It’s all very technical, so there’s no need to go over what happens. I just need to do two injections like I said before and then you’ll be done. A lot of the herd don’t like needles, has a habit of spooking them, so we use more expensive ones that minorly anesthetize on contact. You shouldn’t feel anything, but if you do tell me straight away and I’ll stop. If you’re particularly skittish about it, then closing your eyes might help"</span>.
Henry is quick, and true to his word. As, not only do you feel no pain, but hastily discover that he’s already administered the first shot while you were distracted by his reassurances. The second again only takes a moment, the dairy supervisor <<if $breastSize == 0>>massaging the previous spot on your chest, before injecting the next with the utmost care<<else>>massaging your already injected breast, before injecting the remaining one with the utmost care<</if>>. In his general detached tone, he explains that your milk ducts benefit from being massaged after the injection, as it helps to stimulate them and drastically reduces the chances of damage resulting from their sudden alteration.
Giving you a good look over, he carefully helps you up, making sure that everything seems to be in working order. In particular, he checks your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> breasts<</if>> and your <<checkNipple>> nipples, making sure that they aren’t sore or in any way acting unusually.
<span class="male">"Good job $firstName. Everything seems to be fine, though you might find random spurts of lactation result from your body getting used to the new changes. Your chest region may also be a little sore for the next hour or so, due to rapid nature of the alterations, but at most it should be a mild tingle as your body adapts. However, if an issue persists come back immediately and we’ll deal with it"</span>, offers Henry, giving you another reassuring pat on the shoulder as he escorts you out of the room.
The booster administered, Henry takes you back into the changing room to wash and get ready. With that all done, you find yourself once again [[standing in front of Henry in the Dairy lobby|Industrial Dairy]].Your decision made, you ask the dairy supervisor, <span class="player">"Yeah. I’d like to get lactation quantity booster, if that’s okay?"</span>.
With a smile, Henry replies, <span class="male">"Sure. We’ve got extra lactation quantity boosters in stock, and your body can easily handle the extra production. I just need a moment to process the purchase, and then I’ll take you into the back to administer it. I’ll need to inject it into your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>>breasts<</if>>, just around the areola. After that, your body will produce milk in increasing quantities as well as being able to store more of it. Even if you can’t lactate anymore for any reason, then you’ll still have it within your body, though it has no noted side effects, so that shouldn’t be an issue"</span>, and on that notehe briefly heads back into his office to retrieve a stack of paperwork for you to sign.
Together you spend a few minutes looking over the complex legal, Henry explaining everything to you section by section. Unless he’s hiding something, the documents just reiterate what he said previously, albeit in a more formal manner. You worry a little about all the health and safety talk, but it seems more like the dairy protecting itself legally, than anything to do with the booster treatment being actually dangerous.
<span class="player">"All done"</span>, you tell the red-headed farm overseer, signing the paperwork with your name.
Giving it a quick look over, Henry nods in his usual manner, pulling out a hand-sized tablet computer briefly, before answering, <span class="male">"Seems fine. Everything’s processed, including your credits. Guess that means we have a booster to set you up with. Standard procedures. You’ll need to shower and be naked. Then we head into the treatment room where I’ll sort you out with the booster itself. It’ll probably take longer for you to get washed than anything else in all honesty. Though, thankfully because it also increases your milk storage space, you shouldn’t have any increase in milk-based interruptions to your day, at least in terms of having to come see us to get milked. You’ll be filling up quicker, but the storage should cover that. Still, it’ll dramatically increase your yield and make you a much more valuable prospect for the dairy. Which is a nice added benefit in my eyes"</span>.
Passing through a side corridor from the general production floor. Finding yourself escorted into a small changing room complete with showers, Henry waits outside for you to get ready. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>Thankfully, you don’t have to make your supervisor wait long as you're already naked<</if>>. Understanding the stringent sanitation rules which cover the dairy, you additionally give yourself a through showering, hoping that your results are up to the man’s expectations.
Though, it seems your worries were for nothing, as upon seeing you Henry only gives you another uninterested nod, making no comment on your nude and freshly showered form. Instead, he just continues to usher you towards another door, this time labelled, <span class="neutral">"Treatment Chamber"</span>. Heading inside, you see nothing of real substance. Instead, the rather bare room contains only a metal seat with restraints, and a locked cabinet bolted onto the wall. Though, you do spot that the floors and walls are tiled white, and that the floor has a drain, likely to make cleaning it easier.
His hand on your shoulder, you’re guided over towards the seat, Henry giving you distinct yet gentle prods until you’re sat comfortably. It’s a little cold on your <<checkAss>> bum, but the room isn’t kept too cold, so it’s not completely unpleasant. The cabinet opening as he approaches it, Henry gathers a syringe from within, approaching you without delay.
Giving you a reassuring pat on the shoulders, Henry explains, <span class="male">"It’s all very technical, so there’s no need to go over what happens. I just need to do two injections like I said before and then you’ll be done. A lot of the herd don’t like needles, has a habit of spooking them, so we use more expensive ones that minorly anesthetize on contact. You shouldn’t feel anything, but if you do tell me straight away and I’ll stop. If you’re particularly skittish about it, then closing your eyes might help"</span>.
Henry is quick, and true to his word. As, not only do you feel no pain, but hastily discover that he’s already administered the first shot while you were distracted by his reassurances. The second again only takes a moment, the dairy supervisor <<if $breastSize == 0>>massaging the previous spot on your chest, before injecting the next with the utmost care<<else>>massaging your already injected breast, before injecting the remaining one with the utmost care<</if>>. In his general detached tone, he explains that your milk ducts benefit from being massaged after the injection, as it helps to stimulate them and drastically reduces the chances of damage resulting from their sudden alteration.
Giving you a good look over, he carefully helps you up, making sure that everything seems to be in working order. In particular, he checks your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> breasts<</if>> and your <<checkNipple>> nipples, making sure that they aren’t sore or in any way acting unusually.
<span class="male">"Good job $firstName. Everything seems to be fine, though you might find random spurts of lactation result from your body getting used to the new changes. Your chest region may also be a little sore for the next hour or so, due to rapid nature of the alterations, but at most it should be a mild tingle as your body adapts. However, if an issue persists come back immediately and we’ll deal with it"</span>, offers Henry, giving you another reassuring pat on the shoulder as he escorts you out of the room.
The booster administered, Henry takes you back into the changing room to wash and get ready. With that all done, you find yourself once again [[standing in front of Henry in the Dairy lobby|Industrial Dairy]].<<set $lactationLevel = 0>><<include [[Lactation Interrupt Milk Spill 1]]>>As you're travelling, you start to feel a growing pressure within your chest, your nipples sore and sensitive. Rubbing your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>>breasts<</if>> to try and alleviate the dull ache, you wonder momentarily if the issue might be that you haven’t been milked in too long, your body too full of <<checkLactationType>> and so causing your current discomfort. Whilst that would certainly explain why, in the middle of a random corridor in the facility that knowledge doesn’t help much.
Taking another step forward, you’re shocked to find that <<if $breastSize == 0>>your <<checkNipple>> nipples have begun to quiver, almost as if they had a mind of their own <<else>>your <<checkBreast>> boobs have begun to jiggle despite a lack of movement on your part, almost as if they had a mind of their own<</if>>. Starting to panic a little at the odd actions of your body, you can think of no better plan of action other than to stand where you are and wait out whatever is happening.
It all happens suddenly, catching you by surprise. Your <<checkNipple>> nipples engorging and erect, you feel them tingle coolly, the ache dissipating immediately as a flood of <<checkLactationDescription>> <<checkLactationType>> flows through them. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>Rushing out in a great quantity, and with spectacular speed, your $currentClothing is soaked by the sudden advent of your <<checkLactationType>> tide, clinging damply to your <<checkSkin>> form<<else>>Your <<checkLactationType>> rushing out of you in great quantity, and with spectacular speed, you thankfully don’t have any clothing on to soak, instead the sudden wetness rolling across your <<checkSkin>> form<</if>>. Dripping wet, you look down mouth agape. You can hardly believe it, but the fluids just ejected by your body have formed such a large pool that it’s actually blocking off the corridor for anyone not willing to walk through it.
Worse still, despite how embarrassing making such a mess is, you can’t help but feel extremely aroused, your nipples feeling amazing, maybe even enough to bring you to orgasm if you had some time. Sadly, you don’t want to be chastised for causing the sudden <<checkLactationDescription>> <<checkLactationType>> lake in the corridor, so instead decide to run off quickly, your <<if $penis && $vagina>>pussy and cock<<elseif $penis>>cock<<else>>pussy<</if>> aching for relief. Wondering how much all of that <<checkLactationType>> would have been worth, you contemplate whether you should be going to be milked more often to avoid instances like this.
Blushing deeply, wet with your own <<checkLactationType>> and your accident complete, you [[continue onward|interuptDestinationTime( $intendedLocation )]].Your decision made, you ask the dairy supervisor, <span class="player">"Yeah. I’d like to get lactation storage booster, if that’s okay?"</span>.
With a smile, Henry replies, <span class="male">"Sure. We’ve got extra lactation storage boosters in stock, and your body can easily handle the extra lactation capacity. I just need a moment to process the purchase, and then I’ll take you into the back to administer it. I’ll need to inject it into your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>>breasts<</if>>, just around the areola. After that, your body will be being able to store more lactation, but it won’t help you produce any more than before. Honestly, I always think it’s best for the cows to get this, helps them alleviate the ache from overfilling between milking sessions. Even if you can’t lactate anymore for any reason, then you’ll still have it within your body, though it has no noted side effects, so that shouldn’t be an issue"</span>, and on that notehe briefly heads back into his office to retrieve a stack of paperwork for you to sign.
Together you spend a few minutes looking over the complex legal, Henry explaining everything to you section by section. Unless he’s hiding something, the documents just reiterate what he said previously, albeit in a more formal manner. You worry a little about all the health and safety talk, but it seems more like the dairy protecting itself legally, than anything to do with the booster treatment being actually dangerous.
<span class="player">"All done"</span>, you tell the red-headed farm overseer, signing the paperwork with your name.
Giving it a quick look over, Henry nods in his usual manner, pulling out a hand-sized tablet computer briefly, before answering, <span class="male">"Seems fine. Everything’s processed, including your credits. Guess that means we have a booster to set you up with. Standard procedures. You’ll need to shower and be naked. Then we head into the treatment room where I’ll sort you out with the booster itself. It’ll probably take longer for you to get washed than anything else in all honesty. You shouldn’t really notice much of any issues, as it won’t affect your lactation amounts of quality, just how much you can hold between milking’s. Still, it’s a nice addition to your milking capabilities dramatically increasing your storage and making you a much more valuable prospect for the dairy. Which is a nice added benefit in my eyes"</span>.
Passing through a side corridor from the general production floor. Finding yourself escorted into a small changing room complete with showers, Henry waits outside for you to get ready. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>Thankfully, you don’t have to make your supervisor wait long as you're already naked<</if>>. Understanding the stringent sanitation rules which cover the dairy, you additionally give yourself a through showering, hoping that your results are up to the man’s expectations.
Though, it seems your worries were for nothing, as upon seeing you Henry only gives you another uninterested nod, making no comment on your nude and freshly showered form. Instead, he just continues to usher you towards another door, this time labelled, <span class="neutral">"Treatment Chamber"</span>. Heading inside, you see nothing of real substance. Instead, the rather bare room contains only a metal seat with restraints, and a locked cabinet bolted onto the wall. Though, you do spot that the floors and walls are tiled white, and that the floor has a drain, likely to make cleaning it easier.
His hand on your shoulder, you’re guided over towards the seat, him giving you distinct yet gentle prods until you’re sat comfortably. It’s a little cold on your <<checkAss>> bum, but the room isn’t kept too cold, so it’s not completely unpleasant. The cabinet opening as he approaches it, Henry gathers a syringe from within, approaching you without delay.
Giving you a reassuring pat on the shoulders, Henry explains, <span class="male">"It’s all very technical, so there’s no need to go over what happens. I just need to do two injections like I said before and then you’ll be done. A lot of the herd don’t like needles, has a habit of spooking them, so we use more expensive ones that minorly anesthetize on contact. You shouldn’t feel anything, but if you do tell me straight away and I’ll stop. If you’re particularly skittish about it, then closing your eyes might help"</span>.
Henry is quick, and true to his word. As, not only do you feel no pain, but hastily discover that he’s already administered the first shot while you were distracted by his reassurances. The second again only takes a moment, the dairy supervisor <<if $breastSize == 0>>massaging the previous spot on your chest, before injecting the next with the utmost care<<else>>massaging your already injected breast, before injecting the remaining one with the utmost care<</if>>. In his general detached tone, he explains that your milk ducts benefit from being massaged after the injection, as it helps to stimulate them and drastically reduces the chances of damage resulting from their sudden alteration.
Giving you a good look over, he carefully helps you up, making sure that everything seems to be in working order. In particular, he checks your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> breasts<</if>> and your <<checkNipple>> nipples, making sure that they aren’t sore or in any way acting unusually.
<span class="male">"Good job $firstName. Everything seems to be fine, though you might find it harder to milk yourself for a little while as you get used to it all hiding deeper within you. Your chest region may also be a little sore for the next hour or so due to rapid nature of the alterations, but at most it should be a mild tingle as your body adapts. However, if an issue persists come back immediately and we’ll deal with it"</span>, offers Henry, giving you another reassuring pat on the shoulder as he escorts you out of the room.
The booster administered, Henry takes you back into the changing room to wash and get ready. With that all done, you find yourself once again [[standing in front of Henry in the Dairy lobby|Industrial Dairy]].Your decision made, you ask the dairy supervisor, <span class="player">"Yeah. I’d like to have my type of lactation altered, if that’s okay? I was thinking of changing it to <<checkLactationType>>"</span>.
With a smile, Henry replies, <span class="male">"Sure. We’ve got some <<checkLactationType>> lactation changers in stock, shouldn’t be any issue with it. I just need a moment to process the purchase, and then I’ll take you into the back to administer it. I’ll need to inject it into your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>>breasts<</if>>, just around the areola. After that, your body will produce <<checkLactationType>> instead of your current production. It won’t do anything for your production, but some people prefer different flavours, and we have a lot of calls for some of the rarer types, so you might be able to make more money if you start lactating something in demand. Even if you can’t lactate anymore for any reason, then you’ll still have it within your body, though it has no noted side effects, so that shouldn’t be an issue"</span>, and on that notehe briefly heads back into his office to retrieve a stack of paperwork for you to sign.
Together you spend a few minutes looking over the complex legal, Henry explaining everything to you section by section. Unless he’s hiding something, the documents just reiterate what he said previously, albeit in a more formal manner. You worry a little about all the health and safety talk, but it seems more like the dairy protecting itself legally, than anything to do with the treatment being actually dangerous.
<span class="player">"All done"</span>, you tell the red-headed farm overseer, signing the paperwork with your name.
Giving it a quick look over, Henry nods in his usual manner, pulling out a hand-sized tablet computer briefly, before answering, <span class="male">"Seems fine. Everything’s processed, including your credits. Guess that means we have a treatment to set you up with. Standard procedures. You’ll need to shower and be naked. Then we head into the treatment room where I’ll sort you out with the booster itself. It’ll probably take longer for you to get washed than anything else in all honesty. You shouldn’t really notice much of any issues, as it won’t affect your lactation ducts much, just what’s being produced. Still, it’s a <<if $lactationType == 0>>shame you’re going back to basics, not that I mind too much, there’s always a lot of demand for good quality milk and it’s more natural<<else>>nice alteration to your milking credentials and makes you a much more valuable prospect for the dairy<</if>>. Which is a nice added benefit in my eyes"</span>.
Passing through a side corridor from the general production floor. Finding yourself escorted into a small changing room complete with showers, Henry waits outside for you to get ready. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>Thankfully, you don’t have to make your supervisor wait long as you're already naked<</if>>. Understanding the stringent sanitation rules which cover the dairy, you additionally give yourself a through showering, hoping that your results are up to the man’s expectations.
Though, it seems your worries were for nothing, as upon seeing you Henry only gives you another uninterested nod, making no comment on your nude and freshly showered form. Instead, he just continues to usher you towards another door, this time labelled, <span class="neutral">"Treatment Chamber"</span>. Heading inside, you see nothing of real substance. Instead, the rather bare room contains only a metal seat with restraints, and a locked cabinet bolted onto the wall. Though, you do spot that the floors and walls are tiled white, and that the floor has a drain, likely to make cleaning it easier.
His hand on your shoulder, you’re guided over towards the seat, Henry giving you distinct yet gentle prods until you’re sat comfortably. It’s a little cold on your <<checkAss>> bum, but the room isn’t kept too cold, so it’s not completely unpleasant. The cabinet opening as he approaches it, Henry gathers a syringe from within, approaching you without delay.
Giving you a reassuring pat on the shoulders, Henry explains, <span class="male">"It’s all very technical, so there’s no need to go over what happens. I just need to do two injections like I said before and then you’ll be done. A lot of the herd don’t like needles, has a habit of spooking them, so we use more expensive ones that minorly anesthetize on contact. You shouldn’t feel anything, but if you do tell me straight away and I’ll stop. If you’re particularly skittish about it, then closing your eyes might help"</span>.
Henry is quick, and true to his word. As, not only do you feel no pain, but hastily discover that he’s already administered the first shot while you were distracted by his reassurances. The second again only takes a moment, the dairy supervisor <<if $breastSize == 0>>massaging the previous spot on your chest, before injecting the next with the utmost care<<else>>massaging your already injected breast, before injecting the remaining one with the utmost care<</if>>. In his general detached tone, he explains that your milk ducts benefit from being massaged after the injection, as it helps to stimulate them and drastically reduces the chances of damage resulting from their sudden alteration.
Giving you a good look over, he carefully helps you up, making sure that everything seems to be in working order. In particular, he checks your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> breasts<</if>> and your <<checkNipple>> nipples, making sure that they aren’t sore or in any way acting unusually. Watching on, you notice a drop of <<checkLactationDescription>> <<checkLactationType>> leak from your nipple as he checks it, confirming the success of the alteration.
<span class="male">"Good job $firstName. Everything seems to be fine, though you might find it feels a bit odd to milk yourself for the first time after this. Not much of an issue, you’ll get used to the new weight and feel of it over time. Your chest region may also be a little sore for the next hour or so due to rapid nature of the alterations, but at most it should be a mild tingle as your body adapts. However, if an issue persists come back immediately and we’ll deal with it"</span>, offers Henry, giving you another reassuring pat on the shoulder as he escorts you out of the room.
The booster administered, Henry takes you back into the changing room to wash and get ready. With that all done, you find yourself once again [[standing in front of Henry in the Dairy lobby|Industrial Dairy]].Looking around, you spot a short figure seemingly being lectured loudly by a much larger one. The taller individual, standing at almost 7-foot-tall, is a redheaded woman dressed in red ruffled blouse and a billowing black long skirt. Her hair tied in a tight bun, the Amazonian woman cuts an imposing figure, despite the fact that she only looks to be in her early 20’s. The shorter person, however, is much more striking in terms of appearance. At only just 4 feet in height, and with pale skin to the point that it’s almost blue in colour being only the start of his obvious modifications, you are momentarily stunned by the odd scene in front of you.
Staring at them, curiosity getting the better of you, your focus rests on the small pale man. Small pointed ears, stick out of a mass of tight ringlet curls short, his hair pitch black in colour has a few veins of purple mixed throughout it drawing in your attention. Moving down, you notice high cheek bones, violet coloured eyes that look wiser than his appearance would have you believe, and a small delicate nose, all adding together to give him a sort of elvish quality. The only feature that really feels out of place, are his thick inviting lips, which rest in a natural pout. Looking further down, you notice the most prominent characteristic of the young man, that he’s wearing an extremely visible giant diaper.
The huge disposable diaper, look to be immensely padded, likely not just one, or even two diapers layered on top of each other. So bulky is the large diaper, that the man’s legs are forced apart wide, stuck in a permanent waddle to cope with it. Cute images of cartoon bears festoon the outside of the diaper, making it look rather adorable if childish. Finishing out his outfit, are a pair of matching tiny purple frilly cloth booties and mittens, and a frilly purple t-shirt, the shirt bearing puffy shoulder sections, and fine white lace around the edges, coming down just far enough that it could almost be mistaken for an extremely short baby dress.
It seems to be, at least from where you’re watching. a rather one-sided conversation, with the short, diapered figure shaking his head nervously, whilst the larger figure cackles away. You don’t catch a lot of exactly what she says, but you do hear phrases like, <span class="female">"dirty stink-bum"</span>, and, <span class="female">"big diapered cry-baby"</span>, more than a couple of times. Mostly, she just seems to be taunting him endlessly with a long list of baby related comments which she laughs at with a cruel glee, whilst the smaller one just sits there taking it. He blushes and disagrees a little here and there, but mostly just takes her comments quietly.
Spotting you watching, the large woman turns to you with a grin, <span class="female">"I wouldn’t listen too closely if I were you. Stinky little Malus over here loves to tell all sorts of mean little lies, he even tells people that I make him use his diaper just for my amusement, like the little stink bum doesn’t do it on his own. He’s got a big old mush-tush does our dirty Malus, and he won’t even let me his wonderful and caring Aunt Agnes change him. Sadly, I have to go now, but don’t believe a word he says, he just likes to complain for the attention, and, because he doesn’t like to admit just how much of a diaper lover he really is. Then again, he’s so shy that he can barely talk most of the time, so maybe you two should become friends. Then you can find out for yourself just how much of a naughty little baby he is"</span>. Seeming happy with herself, the imposing Aunt Agnes strides away briskly, leaving you with the blushing elfin man.
Pacing his foot back and forth, his eyes not leaving the floor, he whispers in a sing-song tone, <span class="male">"Thanks for distracting her, she can be a big meanie sometimes. I’m Malus. If you want to play sometime, I’m sure it’d be a lot of fun. She really doesn’t let me change my diaper sometimes, and then she says all sorts of mean things to me"</span>. Before you can really talk to him, he quickly darts off, though the way he blushes, you wonder if maybe he really does like the attention more than he lets on.
Unsure what to make of the encounter, you find yourself once again [[standing alone in the middle of the nursery play room|Little Land Nursery Play Room]].Looking over at Malus you ask quietly, not wanting to spook the shy little, <span class="player">"Hey, Malus. I was looking at this flyer and was wondering you could tell me a little more about it?"</span>, showing him the notice as you do.
Immediately blushing in response, it takes a while for him to respond, but in quiet and melodic voice he finally replies, <span class="male">"It’s really embarrassing. My evil babysitter Aunt Agnes signed me up ages ago. They have really good prizes, and she’s always looking for excuses to make me look like a baby. I won a few times, so she wouldn’t let me stop. Instead, when I ask she just laughs at me and tells me that my … that my stink-butt was made for Diaper Racing"</span>.
Wanting to know more, you let him recover a little before asking, <span class="player">"But, can you tell me a little more about it? How are you really good at it?"</span>, unsure how such a small diapered individual could be good at some sort of racing game.
<span class="male">"Well, erm. It’s about eating, and then you … use your diaper. I really like the food they have. And, I’m good at holding it all in, because I have to put up with … her. You have to be the first not to completely ruin your diaper, that’s how you win. It’s so embarrassing, but the prizes really are great. They’d let you compete if you wanted, I hear that the prizes are especially good for trainees, but I’ve got to warm you that I have to compete properly, or Aunt Agnes will get mad at me, and it’s super awkward to use your diaper in front of a massive audience. Oh, but you’ll need to be diapered, and your diaper will need to be clean, or else you’ll do really badly, so you should probably go and do that first if you want to try it"</span>, answers Malus, surprisingly talkative for once. His face is still covered in a deep blush, but you have a feeling that he’s more into it than he lets on.
Do you:
<<if ($currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper") && ($diaperMessingPlay || $diaperWettingPlay) && $actionAmountCurrent < $actionLimit>><a data-passage="Malus Diaper Race Game Intro">Ask if you can compete</a> (in progress)<<elseif !$diaperMessingPlay && !$diaperWettingPlay>>You're not interested in this, so won't ask to take part<<elseif ($currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper") && ($diaperMessingPlay || $diaperWettingPlay) && $actionAmountCurrent >= $actionLimit>>You're too tired to compete in the competition at the moment. Maybe if you rested first you'd be able to.<<else>>You can't compete as you're not wearing a diaper<</if>>
[[Return to talking with Malus|Little Land Nursery Play Room Malus]]Tapping the mic to make sure it’s on, and with great gusto, the man bellows, <span class="male">"Hello one and all, both in audience and at home viewers. I’m Charles, and you’re all here to see the best gameshow in town, Diaper Racing, so let’s not waste too much time on introductions. We all know what we’re really here for, and it’s not my fabulous speech’s. No, we’re here to see these darling littles battle it out to determine who can’t help but use their diapers the most. Though, there may be a few twists, turns, and public accidents along the way to find that one out folks!"</span>.
Gaining a rousing round of applause, he points over to your opponent before continuing, <span class="male">"On my left we have a familiar face, the diminutive diapered diamond, Malus the ‘Stomach’. He might be small, but as we’ve seen before he can really manage a lot of feeding before needing to take a break. In the past commentators have mentioned it odd that he seems to choose at random his selections, but who are we really to judge when he’s just so cute. That face he pulls when he just can’t help going is one of the best we have our current stable of competitors, and a real winner with the folks at home. With him as always is his resoundingly beautiful babysitter, Aunt Agnes, here to make sure that her little is properly fed and looked after"</span>. Taking a long bow, the focus momentarily on her, your spot as Agnes laps up the limelight, much more into the current situation than the shy Malus is.
Turning his attention to you, Charles smiles, <span class="male">"But, let’s not count out our second competitor for the show either. A <<if $day >3>>relatively <</if>>new addition to the facility, $firstName the ‘<<if $femininity >=0>>Diaper Bottomed <<if $submission >=0>>Doll<<else>>Diva<</if>><<else>>Padded Bottomed <<if $submission >=0>>Pleaser<<else>>Prince<</if>><</if>>’. Having talked to admin about their record, we’ve determined that they are <<if $diaperSkill >0>>well trained in the use of diapers, so we’ve had to offer them a few extra options each round to make it fair on them, wouldn’t want $firstName to have an unfair disadvantage would we folks. As such $firstName will be awarded $diaperSkill extra options each round on top of our normal amount<<else>>untrained in terms of diaper use. Now, there’s no shame in that, every little has to start somewhere, this just means that $firstName isn’t going to receiving any special starting bonus to help balance things out<</if>>. Today our cute now contender is competing with the aid of their lovely assistant Cindy, who was such a treasure to offer to stand in for the role last minute. Give her a round of applause for that folks, she’s a real life-saver that one"</span>, to which Cindy takes a flourishing bow to a great round of applause, her sparkling outfit making the audience <span class="neutral">"Ooh"</span> and <span class="neutral">"Aah"</span> in appreciation.
<span class="male">"Now with everything announced, I’ll just quickly run through the terms of the game. Both contestants will each round receive a small random selection of options which might have duplicates in them. They need to pick one which they’ll then be subjected to with the help of their lovely assistant. There are a couple of exceptions to this, in particular the vibe option, which is a good strategy as it affects your opponent not you, just remember to play nice. Our special highchairs monitor our competitor’s diapers and determine just how full it is, including our wonderful close-up cameras. The boards behind us will display all the stats, so it’s really easy to keep track of, we even estimate how full our little competitors are with some truly cutting-edge technology"</span>, giving the audience a moment to gawk at the setup, he takes the opportunity to compose himself.
His breath once again caught, he continues, <span class="male">"Today we’ll be playing with <<if $diaperWettingPlay && $diaperMessingPlay>>both food and drink on the selection, so watch out for heavy wetting and messing this show<<elseif $diaperWettingPlay>>just drink on the selection menu, so watch out for some heavy wetting this show<<elseif $diaperMessingPlay>>just food on the selection menu, so watch out for some heavy messing this show<</if>>. Of course, the winner will be the one who holds out the longest on completely filling their diaper up, so try and pick the smaller and simpler options if you’re looking to take home the prize. That all said, I think it’s time to start round one!"</span>, loudly cheers Charles, riling up the audience into a frenzy of excitement. Behind you, the screens blaze to life showing both you and your opponent’s images from multiple angles, a side screen documenting just how well you’re doing so far.
<<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Main]]>><<set $malusGameRound += 1>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus State]]>>
<<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Player State]]>>
<<if ($diaperMessingPlay && !$diaperWettingPlay && $malusGameMalusMess>=5) || ($diaperWettingPlay && !$diaperMessingPlay && $malusGameMalusWet>=5) || ($diaperMessingPlay && $diaperWettingPlay && ($malusGameMalusMess>=5 || $malusGameMalusWet>=5))>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Win]]>><<elseif ($diaperMessingPlay && !$diaperWettingPlay && $diaperMessCounter>=5) || ($diaperWettingPlay && !$diaperMessingPlay && $diaperWetCounter>=5) || ($diaperMessingPlay && $diaperWettingPlay && ($diaperMessCounter>=5 || $diaperWetCounter>=5))>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Lose]]>><<elseif $diaperWettingPlay && $diaperMessingPlay>>Round $malusGameRound of the game now starting, you're presented with a <<if $malusGameRound >1>>new <</if>>list of options to pick from. Only able to select one option, you momentarily contemplate which you want to pick, small pictures on the tablet to one side demonstrating what the food and drinks look like.
Do you:
<<for _i=0; _i < (3+$diaperSkill); _i++>>
<<set $random = random(1,14)>><<if $random == 1>>[[Vibe Malus|Malus Diaper Race Game Player Vibe]]<<elseif $random == 2>>[[Choose the sandwiches|Malus Diaper Race Game Player Sandwiches]]<<elseif $random == 3>>[[Choose the apple sauce|Malus Diaper Race Game Player Apple Sauce]]<<elseif $random == 4>>[[Choose the tomato paste|Malus Diaper Race Game Player Tomato Paste]]<<elseif $random == 5>>[[Choose the animal crackers|Malus Diaper Race Game Player Animal Crackers]]<<elseif $random == 6>>[[Choose the orange goop|Malus Diaper Race Game Player Goop]]<<elseif $random == 7>>[[Choose the strained prunes|Malus Diaper Race Game Player Strained Prunes]]<<elseif $random == 8>>[[Choose the milk|Malus Diaper Race Game Player Milk]]<<elseif $random == 9>>[[Choose the orange juice|Malus Diaper Race Game Player Orange Juice]]<<elseif $random == 10>>[[Choose the apple juice|Malus Diaper Race Game Player Apple Juice]]<<elseif $random == 11>>[[Choose the fruit smoothie|Malus Diaper Race Game Player Fruit Smoothie]]<<elseif $random == 12>>[[Choose the baby formula|Malus Diaper Race Game Player Baby Formula]]<<elseif $random == 13>>[[Choose the prune juice|Malus Diaper Race Game Player Prune Juice]]<<elseif $random == 14>>[[Chose the castor oil|Malus Diaper Race Game Player Castor Oil]]<</if>>
<</for>><<elseif $diaperMessingPlay>>Round $malusGameRound of the game now starting, you're presented with a <<if $malusGameRound >1>>new <</if>>list of options to pick from. Only able to select one option, you momentarily contemplate which you want to pick, small pictures on the tablet to one side demonstrating what the food looks like.
Do you:
<<for _i=0; _i < (2+$diaperSkill); _i++>>
<<set $random = random(1,8)>><<if $random == 1>>[[Vibe Malus|Malus Diaper Race Game Player Vibe]]<<elseif $random == 2>>[[Choose the sandwiches|Malus Diaper Race Game Player Sandwiches]]<<elseif $random == 3>>[[Choose the apple sauce|Malus Diaper Race Game Player Apple Sauce]]<<elseif $random == 4>>[[Choose the tomato paste|Malus Diaper Race Game Player Tomato Paste]]<<elseif $random == 5>>[[Choose the animal crackers|Malus Diaper Race Game Player Animal Crackers]]<<elseif $random == 6>>[[Choose the orange goop|Malus Diaper Race Game Player Goop]]<<elseif $random == 7>>[[Choose the strained prunes|Malus Diaper Race Game Player Strained Prunes]]<<elseif $random == 8>>[[Choose the milk|Malus Diaper Race Game Player Milk]]<</if>>
<</for>><<elseif $diaperWettingPlay>>Round $malusGameRound of the game now starting, you're presented with a <<if $malusGameRound >1>>new <</if>>list of options to pick from. Only able to select one option, you momentarily contemplate which you want to pick, small pictures on the tablet to one side demonstrating what the drinks look like.
Do you:
<<for _i=0; _i < (3+$diaperSkill); _i++>>
<<set $random = random(1,14)>><<if $random == 1>>[[Vibe Malus|Malus Diaper Race Game Player Vibe]]<<elseif $random == 2>>[[Choose the milk|Malus Diaper Race Game Player Milk]]<<elseif $random == 3>>[[Choose the orange juice|Malus Diaper Race Game Player Orange Juice]]<<elseif $random == 4>>[[Choose the apple juice|Malus Diaper Race Game Player Apple Juice]]<<elseif $random == 5>>[[Choose the fruit smoothie|Malus Diaper Race Game Player Fruit Smoothie]]<<elseif $random == 6>>[[Choose the baby formula|Malus Diaper Race Game Player Baby Formula]]<<elseif $random == 7>>[[Choose the prune juice|Malus Diaper Race Game Player Prune Juice]]<<elseif $random == 8>>[[Choose the castor oil|Malus Diaper Race Game Player Castor Oil]]<</if>>
<</for>><</if>>All of a sudden, a large klaxon sounds out, accompanied by a brightly coloured flourish of balloons and streamers. Looking back at the stat screens you can see plastered across your own a large flashing message, <span class="neutral">"$firstName Wins!"</span>. Patting you on the head warmly, Cindy seems delighted, quickly unfastening your restraints that have so far bound you to the high chair during the entire course of the game.
Turning your attention to your opponent, you see that Malus is currently being freed too. Despite his loss, he seems more shy and embarrassed than upset, getting distracted as he looks around at the crowd. Though, you do note that his carer Aunt Agnes seems to be in much worse spirits, scowling and muttering to herself words that you’re glad you can’t hear.
Charles the flamboyantly dressed game show host lets the applause and celebration continue for a little longer before signalling for everyone to calm down. You almost expect for him to approach you first, but he instead moves towards your competitor, smiling warmly down at the small elfin man. In his best bravado filled voice, Charles laughs, <span class="male">"Congratulations Malus! You are todays winner!"</span>, catching both you and Malus completely by surprise, the small figure pointing at himself confusedly. You’re just about to say something, when the man continues, <span class="male">"Yes! Today, we crown our adorable Malus as the potty pants champion! Just look at that diaper, if it were any more used you wouldn’t be able to walk! And, pe-ew, we must have been giving you something bad today because that smell folks, let me tell you about how bad it smells. But, don’t worry, it’s not all for nothing. We have something special for you as a reward for being the biggest diaper baby in the competition"</span>.
The spot lights highlight a figure walking onto the stage towards the host and Malus, their movement quick and with purpose. It’s hard to make out through the harsh light at first, but after a moment you realize that it’s actually Aunt Agnes, now seemingly in a better mood, a small crown in one hand and something that looks like paper in the other. Finally making it to her small charge, you watch as she gleefully crowns him, the hat bearing the sign, <span class="neutral">"Prince Potty Pants"</span>. Spinning him around so that his well-used diaper faces the crowd, she then proceeds to slap the paper onto the seat of his diaper. As the camera gets a close up on it, you come to discover that it’s not a paper but instead a sticker which in a bold font states, <span class="neutral">"Stinky Diaper Bum – In Need Of Spankings"</span>, which Aunt Agnes is all to eager to enact, frustrated as she is by Malus’s loss.
Charles seeing that things are being handled well for Malus finally turns towards you with a smile. <span class="male">"Well, it seems our real winner for the night is $firstName over here. Showing us that they have just a tiny bit more control over their bathroom habits than a permanently diapered long-time lifestyle little! But, who are we to judge! As a facility trainee, $firstName has good spectacularly today, and will receive as a prize 1000 G.G.P for that amazing performance. Additionally, <<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Long Lacey Purple Shirt") == -1>>as a first time winner, we have an extra special prize just for you. Yes, in a moment you’ll be presented with your own long lacey purple shirt, just like our dear fan favourite Malus wears. Aren’t you lucky!<<else>>as a returning winner you’ll receive another long lacey purple shirt, just like our dear fan favourite Malus wears. You might already have one, but having more of a good thing is still great!<</if>>"</span>, and with that he hands over to you a small bundled present, which you soon discover to contain the aforementioned outfit.
Waving at the audience, Charles concludes, <span class="male">"Thank you all for coming out here today to watch Diaper Racing! We had a great show, with lots of twists and turns, and in the end the team of $firstName and their fabulous assistant Cindy won the day. We should also take a moment to thank our sweet losing team of dirty diapered Malus and his wonderful carer Aunt Agnes, without whom we’d have had a much less entertaining day. Thank you, and good night folks!"</span>.
<<set $ggp += 1000>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Long Lacey Purple Shirt") == -1>><<addToWardrobe "Long Lacey Purple Shirt">><</if>>Standing flabbergasted for a moment, Cindy standing next to you taking a big bow, you [[get ready to leave|Malus Diaper Race Game End]].All of a sudden, a large klaxon sounds out, accompanied by a brightly coloured flourish of balloons and streamers. Looking back at the stat screens you can see plastered across your own a large flashing message, <span class="neutral">"Malus Wins!"</span>. Patting you on the head condescendingly, Cindy seems saddened by your loss, quickly unfastening your restraints that have so far bound you to the high chair during the entire course of the game before retreating off of the stage.
Turning your attention to your opponent, you see that Malus is currently being freed too. Despite his win, he seems more shy and embarrassed than happy, getting distracted as he looks around at the crowd. Though, you do note that his carer Aunt Agnes seems to be in a great mood, smirking over at you whilst pumping her fist into the air victoriously. She even goes so far as to kiss the tiny pale man on the cheek, provoking a sudden and deep blush from him.
Charles the flamboyantly dressed game show host lets the applause and celebration continue for a little longer before signalling for everyone to calm down. You almost expect for him to approach Malus first, but he instead moves towards you, smiling warmly. In his best bravado filled voice, Charles laughs, <span class="male">"Congratulations $firstName! You are todays winner!"</span>, catching both you and Malus completely by surprise, the small figure pointing at you confusedly. You’re just about to say something, when the man continues, <span class="male">"Yes! Today, we crown our adorable trainee competitor as the potty pants champion! Just look at that diaper, I’m surprised you can even waddle in it! And, wow! If the smell is anything to go by I don’t envy whoever ends up having to change you later. But, don’t worry, it’s not all for nothing. We have something special for you as a reward for being the biggest diaper baby in the competition. But first, there is also a consolation prize of 200 G.G.P. which as we speak are also being deposited into your facility account"</span>.
The spot lights highlight a figure walking onto the stage towards the host and you, their movement quick and with purpose. It’s hard to make out through the harsh light at first, but after a moment you realize that it’s actually Cindy, her big dazzling smile catching beautifully in the light. In her hands you notice that she carries a small crown in one, and something that looks like paper in the other. Finally making it to you, her temporary charge, you watch as she gleefully crowns you. It’s hard to see what it says, but as you glance at the large central screen, you can read the hats sign, <span class="neutral">"<<if $femininity <0>>Prince<<else>>Princess<</if>> Potty Pants"</span>. Embarrassed by your small and humiliatingly titled crown, you put up little resistance as Cindy spins you around, her hand landing heavily on your well-used $currentUnderwear, causing you to emit a small yelp. The screen easily visible from this angle, you can make out from the current close up that your diaper too now has a large label, this time stating in a bold font, <span class="neutral">"Stinky Diaper Bum – In Need Of Spankings"</span>. Having the time of her life, and playing up for the audience, Cindy even gives you a couple of spanks, causing your diaper to squelch against you grossly, much to the crowd’s entertainment.
Charles seeing that things are being handled well for you finally turns towards Malus with a smile. <span class="male">"Well, it seems our real winner for the night is Malus over here, to which I feel very little surprise. Showing us that even a permanently diapered long-time lifestyle little has more control over their bathroom habits than our trainee competitor $firstName! But, who are we to judge! As a Little Land Nursery owned little, Malus has done spectacularly today, and will receive as a prize a handsome reward for his carer Aunt Agnes, and for himself a new bundle of toys specially for him"</span>, and with that he hands over to you a small bundled present, which Malus accepts happily, holding it out in front of him with a dreamy smile.
Waving at the audience, Charles concludes, <span class="male">"Thank you all for coming out here today to watch Diaper Racing! We had a great show, with lots of twists and turns, and in the end the team of Malus and wonderful carer Aunt Agnes won the day. We should also take a moment to thank our sweet losing team of dirty diapered $firstName and their amazing temporary assistant Cindy, without whom we’d have had a much less entertaining day. Thank you, and good night folks!"</span>.
<<set $ggp += 200>>Standing flabbergasted for a moment, Cindy standing next to you taking a big bow, you [[get ready to leave|Malus Diaper Race Game End]].<<set $malusGameToday = true>>Turning to leave, the crowd dissipating, Cindy cheerfully calls, <span class="female">"That was a lot of fun! We should do that again some time, you pull the cutest faces when I feed you, and also when you … you know. I’m really glad you let me join in with you today. I’ve got to run, but I hope we see each other again soon"</span>, and with that she gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before running off back down the entry tunnel.
Now slightly delayed by Cindy’s goodbye, her dazzling sequined form disappearing into the distance, you realize that Malus and his evil babysitter Aunt Agnes have caught up with you, Agnes holding her small charges hand. The small elfin man gives you a friendly wave, quietly adding, <span class="male">"Hi $firstName. You did really good out there. All those people at once is really scary. I hope we’re still friends"</span>, looking to your hopefully.
Before you have a chance to answer, the large woman intercedes between the two of you, pushing Malus out of the way behind her. With a grin, she tells you conspiratorially, <span class="female">"No hard feelings, right? I’d be more than happy to do this with you as many times as you’d like. Malus loves to compete in the Diaper Racing competitions, no matter how much he likes to pout and complain. Plus, I get to laugh my ass off at him filling his diapers before a crowd, and, run the chance of getting myself some decent cash. I hear that the rewards are pretty good for you too, so don’t hesitate to ask for a rematch"</span>.
Settling into a gossiping session, she adds, <span class="female">"When he loses, as a punishment I don’t let Malus get changed for 24 hours. The faces he pulls are golden! You just wouldn’t believe how much he whines and moans. Once, his diaper was so full after the competition that he couldn’t walk, and I had to get in some custodial staff to put him on a trolley and wheel him out. After that one I think that was the time that I got the big bowl of oatmeal, seeing as he couldn’t run away, and slowly filled up his diaper even more until he couldn’t even crawl away. You should have seen it! Maybe, we could even recreate it for you at some point. Oh, I have so many ideas. But we’ve got to head off for some post-game play now. Win or lose, I always make sure to treat my stink little diaper butt a little after one of these shows as a big thank you for making me so proud of him"</span>.
Tugging at her sleeve, Malus keeps shaking his head energetically, doing his best to refute her claims despite his obvious humiliation at them. Agnes doesn’t seem to mind too much, but you’re sure you almost see a flicker of something close to a warm smile as she looks at him. Her tenderness not lasting for long, she places one of her large hands on the seat of his huge and accident filled diaper, quickly steering him away from you down the corridor.
<<if $malusGameJob>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Job End]]>><<else>>Left alone now, you can’t think of anything else to do, so instead follow them and <a data-passage="Little Land Nursery Play Room">return to the play room too</a>.<</if>><<if $diaperMessingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerFood += 20>><</if>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerDrink += 10>><</if>>Picking the apple sauce option, you watch on as your assistant quickly walks off to the side of the stage before returning with a small tray. Upon it you see a small pot of apple sauce, a colourful chunky plastic spoon sticking out the top of it.
Your hands bound down onto the high chair, you can do little but let yourself be fed by the attractive woman, spoon after spoon of tasty apple sauce pushed into your mouth. The apple sauce isn’t a particularly large portion, and is surprisingly delicious, the sweet yet slightly sour flavour sitting on your tongue long after you’ve finished. Sadly, your assistant doesn’t seem to have the best aim, as she manages to drop a fair amount of the mushy treat on both your face and you in general, making you look quite a mess.
<<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Turn]]>>
<<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Main]]>><<if $diaperMessingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerFood += 40>><</if>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerDrink += 0>><</if>>Picking the sandwiches option, you watch on as your assistant quickly walks off to the side of the stage before returning with a small tray. Upon it you see a little stack of tiny sandwiches, all of which have their crusts cut off.
Your hands bound down onto the high chair, you can do little but let yourself be fed by the attractive woman, the small bites pushed into your mouth one by one. The selection of sandwiches isn’t particularly large in size, however, eating so much bread in such a small time makes you feel much fuller than before. At least they taste good, the only real sign of them being food intended someone younger being the lack of crusts.
<<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Turn]]>>
<<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Main]]>><<if $diaperMessingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerFood += 0>><</if>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerDrink += 0>><</if>><<set $malusGameMalusAnger += 1>>Picking the vibe option, you watch on as your assistant gives you a smile and wink, a big love heart with Malus’s name in it appearing on the massive main screen in the middle. It seems like this option doesn’t involve feeding you, though that hasn’t upset your assistant if the grin she has on is anything to go by.
Suddenly, you see that the screen focusing on the tiny form of Malus is now in a split screen mode. The normal view of him, along with his current ‘score’ is held in one, but the other is focused heavily on his large and cushiony diaper. With a loud buzz, you realize that the entire seat section of his locked highchair is now vibrating, the effects obviously having a large effect on poor Malus. Now letting out tiny moans, his face covered in a deep blush of arousal, it seems like he might not be able to resist orgasming for long. With a loud and uncharacteristic groan <<if $malusGameMalusFood >=40 && $diaperMessingPlay>>Malus cums, but, his cum-ing isn’t all he‘s doing, the zoomed in on rear of his diaper showing that his orgasm has spurred him on to mess his diaper early with the strain of it<<elseif $malusGameMalusDrink >=40 && $diaperWettingPlay>> Malus cums, but, his cum-ing isn’t all he‘s doing, the zoomed in on front of his diaper showing that his orgasm has spurred him on to wet his diaper early with the strain of it<<else>>Malus cums in his diaper<</if>>. A dreamy and happy look on his face for the briefest moment before he suddenly looks incredibly embarrassed by what he just did. You wonder if he’s going to be cross at you for what you just did.
<<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Turn]]>>
<<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Main]]>><<if $diaperMessingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerFood += 20>><</if>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerDrink += 5>><</if>>Picking the tomato paste option, you watch on as your assistant quickly walks off to the side of the stage before returning with a small tray. Upon it you see a small pot of sloppy red sauce, a brightly coloured thick plastic spoon sticking out the top of it.
Your hands bound down onto the high chair, you can do little but let yourself be fed by the attractive woman, spoon after spoon of salty and chunky tomato paste pushed into your mouth. The tomato sauce isn’t a particularly large portion, but its texture is a little weird, which along with the overly salty taste makes it slightly off-putting, the flavour sitting on your tongue long after you’ve finished. Sadly, your assistant doesn’t seem to have the best aim, as she manages to drop a fair amount of the tomato sludge on both your face and you in general, making you look quite a mess.
<<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Turn]]>>
<<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Main]]>><<if $diaperMessingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerFood += 30>><</if>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerDrink += 0>><</if>>Picking the animal crackers option, you watch on as your assistant quickly walks off to the side of the stage before returning with a small tray. Upon it you see a small plate of crackers, all of which are shaped like cute animals, chocolate covers their bottom sections making them even more delicious looking.
Your hands bound down onto the high chair, you can do little but let yourself be fed by the attractive woman, the cookie-like treats pushed into your mouth one by one. The animal crackers aren’t a particularly large portion, but they are amazing. Warm and extremely fresh, you have the feeling that these aren’t store bought, but in fact made especially for the competition. Great though they are, your assistant somehow manages to cover you in crumbs while she feeds you, smears of chocolate around your <<checkLips>> lips and across your cheeks making you look a mess.
<<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Turn]]>>
<<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Main]]>><<if $diaperMessingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerFood += 40>><</if>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerDrink += 20>><</if>>Picking the strained prunes option, you watch on as your assistant quickly walks off to the side of the stage before returning with a small tray. Upon it you see a small pot of strained prunes, a colourful chunky plastic spoon sticking out the top of it.
Your hands bound down onto the high chair, you can do little but let yourself be fed by the attractive woman, spoon after spoon of the surprisingly tasty mushy prunes pushed into your mouth. The sloppy prunes aren’t a particularly large portion, and are actually quite nice, moist and just a little sweet. Sadly, your assistant doesn’t seem to have the best aim, as she manages to slosh a fair amount of the prunes juices both your face and you in general, making you look quite a mess. You also start to get a little worried from the growling noises your stomach is now making, though at least they tasted nice.
<<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Turn]]>>
<<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Main]]>><<if $diaperMessingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerFood += 20>><</if>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerDrink += 20>><</if>>Picking the milk option, you watch on as your assistant quickly walks off to the side of the stage before returning with a small tray. Upon it you see a small babies bottle of milk, an image of cartoon breasts on the side.
Your hands bound down onto the high chair, you can do little but let yourself be fed by the attractive woman, the rubber nub of the bottle pushed past your lips, the creamy contents of the bottle running down your throat. The milk bottle isn’t a particularly large portion, and is actually quite nice, cool and refreshing, though you have the feeling that it isn’t cow’s milk from the flavour. Sadly, your assistant doesn’t seem to have the most patience, as she manages to pull it away too early a few times, spilling milk across both your face and you in general, making your body a little wet and messy.
<<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Turn]]>>
<<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Main]]>><<if $diaperMessingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerFood += 5>><</if>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerDrink += 30>><</if>>Picking the orange juice option, you watch on as your assistant quickly walks off to the side of the stage before returning with a small tray. Upon it you see a small brightly coloured sippy cup, filled up with vibrant orange juice.
Your hands bound down onto the high chair, you can do little but let yourself be tended to by the attractive woman, the plastic spout of the sippy cup pushed past your lips, the tart contents of the container running down your throat. The juice cup isn’t a particularly large portion, and is actually quite nice, cool and sweet, with just the slightest bitter after taste. Sadly, your assistant doesn’t seem to have the most patience, as she manages to pull it away too early a few times, spilling orange juice across both your face and you in general, making your body a little wet and messy.
<<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Turn]]>>
<<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Main]]>>
<<if $diaperMessingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerFood += 15>><</if>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerDrink += 25>><</if>>Picking the fruit smoothie option, you watch on as your assistant quickly walks off to the side of the stage before returning with a small tray. Upon it you see a small brightly coloured sippy cup, filled up with a slightly lumpy pink mixture.
Your hands bound down onto the high chair, you can do little but let yourself be tended to by the attractive woman, the plastic spout of the sippy cup pushed past your lips, the sweet and slightly solid contents of the container running down your throat. The smoothie cup isn’t a particularly large portion, and is actually quite nice, cool and sweet, though it’s hard to tell exactly what fruits are included in the mixture. Sadly, your assistant doesn’t seem to have the most patience, as she manages to pull it away too early a few times, spilling the sticky fruit sludge across both your face and you in general, making your body a little wet and messy.
<<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Turn]]>>
<<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Main]]>><<if $diaperMessingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerFood += 20>><</if>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerDrink += 20>><</if>>Picking the baby formula option, you watch on as your assistant quickly walks off to the side of the stage before returning with a small tray. Upon it you see a small babies bottle of something resembling milk, a colourful ring running around the top of the bottle.
Your hands bound down onto the high chair, you can do little but let yourself be fed by the attractive woman, the rubber nub of the bottle pushed past your lips, the creamy contents of the bottle running down your throat. The formula bottle isn’t a particularly large portion, and is actually quite nice, cool and refreshing, though it’s not as nice as milk having an almost gritty quality to it. Sadly, your assistant doesn’t seem to have the most patience, as she manages to pull it away too early a few times, spilling milk across both your face and you in general, making your body a little wet and messy. You certainly can’t help feeling embarrassed as you drink something specifically made for babies.
<<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Turn]]>>
<<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Main]]>><<if $diaperMessingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerFood += 25>><</if>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerDrink += 40>><</if>>Picking the prune juice option, you watch on as your assistant quickly walks off to the side of the stage before returning with a small tray. Upon it you see a small brightly coloured sippy cup, filled up with vibrant purple juice.
Your hands bound down onto the high chair, you can do little but let yourself be tended to by the attractive woman, the plastic spout of the sippy cup pushed past your lips, the sweet contents of the container running down your throat. The juice cup isn’t a particularly large portion, and is actually quite nice, cool and sweet, the taste of prunes being surprisingly nice. Sadly, your assistant doesn’t seem to have the most patience, as she manages to pull it away too early a few times, spilling prune juice across both your face and you in general, making your body a little wet and messy. As you finish, a grumbling from your stomach region gives you the hint that maybe drinking that wasn’t the best choice, though at least it tasted nice.
<<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Turn]]>>
<<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Main]]>><<if $diaperMessingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerFood += 30>><</if>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerDrink += 50>><</if>>Picking the castor oil option, you watch on as your assistant quickly walks off to the side of the stage before returning with a small tray. Upon it you see a small brightly coloured sippy cup, filled up with pale yellow liquid.
Your hands bound down onto the high chair, you can do little but let yourself be tended to by the attractive woman, the plastic spout of the sippy cup pushed past your lips, the horrid soapy tasting contents of the container running down your throat despite your attempts to stop it. The castor oil isn’t a particularly large portion, but drinking it is a foul experience, neither the flavour nor the consistency of it making it palatable. In fact, it’s almost as if you’re drinking viscous cooking oil, though even that might taste better.
Thankfully, your assistant doesn’t seem to have the most patience, as she manages to pull it away too early a few times, spilling castor oil across both your face and you in general, making your body a little wet and messy, yet giving you a brief reprieve from the horrid stuff. As you finish, a grumbling from your stomach region gives you the hint that maybe drinking that wasn’t the best choice, worse, it didn’t even taste nice.
<<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Turn]]>>
<<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Main]]>><<if $diaperMessingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerFood += 50>><</if>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerDrink += 50>><</if>>Picking the strange orange goop option, you watch on as your assistant giggles for a moment before quickly walking off to the side of the stage, soon returning with a small tray. Upon it you see a small bowl of an odd orange sludge in it, a brightly coloured thick plastic spoon sticking out from within it.
Your hands bound down onto the high chair, you can do little but let yourself be fed by the amused attractive woman, spoon after spoon of disgusting and chunky slop pushed into your mouth, no matter how hard you try to resist. The mysterious foul mixture isn’t a particularly large portion, but its texture and taste are both displeasing to your senses, the flavour sitting on your tongue long after you’ve finished. Sadly, your assistant doesn’t seem to have the best aim, as she manages to drop a fair amount of the goop on both your face and you in general, making you look very messy. Worse, the way your stomach gurgles in response, it sounds like your body isn’t reacting well to it
<<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Turn]]>>
<<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Main]]>>Glancing over at Malus, you notice that <<if $diaperMessingPlay && $malusGameMalusFood >= 80>><<set $malusGameMalusMess += 1>><<set $malusGameMalusFood = 0>>he’s pulling a face of humiliated concentration. His screen flashes a large red <span class="neutral">"Messing Incoming"</span>, all the while his carer Aunt Agnes laughs on from the side as he messes himself within his giant diaper, even going so far to prod it tauntingly. Malus’s messing incident thankfully puts you slightly closer to victory.<<elseif $diaperWettingPlay && $malusGameMalusDrink >= 80>><<set $malusGameMalusWet += 1>><<set $malusGameMalusDrink = 0>> he’s pulling a face of humiliated relief. His screen flashes a large red <span class="neutral">"Wetting Incoming"</span>, all the while his carer Aunt Agnes laughs on from the side as he messes himself within his giant diaper, even going so far to rub the wet front incredibly amused by his flustered response. Malus’s wetting incident thankfully puts you slightly closer to victory.<<else>>he’s managing to resist using his diaper any further, at least for now.<</if>> From the look on his face, he seems to be <<if $malusGameMalusAnger >= 5>>uncharterisically really grumpy, obviously unhappy at your mean plays against him<<elseif $malusGameMalusAnger >= 3>>uncharacteristically starting to frown, obviously starting to get unhappy about your mean plays against him<<else>>smiling happily yet shyly, enjoying the situation for the most part in a sort of scatterbrained way<</if>>.
<hr><u><b>Competitor 1</b></u>
Name: Malus<<if $diaperMessingPlay>><br>Malus food fill: $malusGameMalusFood<</if>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><br>Malus drink fill: $malusGameMalusDrink<</if>><<if $diaperMessingPlay>><br>Messes: $malusGameMalusMess<</if>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><br>Wettings: $malusGameMalusWet<</if>><hr><<if $diaperMessingPlay && $malusGamePlayerFood >= (120 - (20 * $diaperSkill))>><<set $diaperMessCounter += 1>><<set $malusGamePlayerFood = 0>>A rumbling in your guts, along with an incredible fullness deep within you, tells you that something is about to happen. As if on cue, a flashing alert message appears on your stat screen informing the audience of your soon to occur messing accident, the large red <span class="neutral">"Messing Incoming"</span> taunting you with its prediction that you know is soon to come true.
Unable to hold it off any longer, the main screen now showing a close up of the seat of your $currentUnderwear, you feel your control slip. All at once, the warm mess floods from within you, building up within the confines of your diaper to a tumultuous cacophony of applause and laughter from the audience. Red faced with embarrassment, you cannot escape, or even hide your face, restrained as you are. Instead you just sit there in your own fresh and foul accident, utterly incapable of doing anything else.<br><br><<elseif $diaperWettingPlay && $malusGamePlayerDrink >= (120 - (20 * $diaperSkill))>><<set $diaperWetCounter += 1>><<set $malusGamePlayerDrink = 0>>A pressure in your bladder, along with an incredible fullness deep within you, tells you that something is about to happen. As if on cue, a flashing alert message appears on your stat screen informing the audience of your soon to occur wetting accident, the large red <span class="neutral">"Wetting Incoming"</span> taunting you with its prediction that you know is soon to come true.
Unable to hold it off any longer, the main screen now showing a close up of the front of your $currentUnderwear, you feel your control slip. All at once, the warm liquid gushes out from within you, pooling within the confines of your diaper to a tumultuous cacophony of applause and laughter from the audience. Red faced with embarrassment, you cannot escape, or even hide your face, restrained as you are. Instead you just sit there in your own fresh and wet accident, utterly incapable of doing anything else.<br><br><</if>>Taking stock of the situation, you realize that <<if $diaperMessCounter > 4 || $diaperWetCounter >4>>your diaper is full of your accidents, creating a disgusting smell for anyone nearby. Worse, your assistant Cindy is now holding her hand over her mouth and nose, so put off by the smells you’re producing<<elseif $diaperMessCounter > 2|| $diaperWetCounter > 2>>your diaper is getting pretty full in terms of accidents, creating a rather gross smell for you, and likely those close too. Whilst she tries to act professionally, you spot that your assistant Cindy has to pinch her nose or waft the smell away every now and then<<elseif $diaperMessCounter > 0|| $diaperWetCounter > 0>>your diaper is still pretty clean, though you’ve used it a little. Vaguely you can smell the result of your accidents, though you think that other than Cindy when she’s helping you, it’s unlikely anyone can notice it<<else>>your diaper is still completely clean and unused, though you have a feeling that won’t last for much longer. Standing to your side Cindy smiles on happily, enjoying playing with you within the competition<</if>>. Your diaper in terms of <<if $diaperMessingPlay && $diaperWettingPlay>>messiness is <<if $diaperMessCounter == 0>>not messy at all, the smell of baby powder still clinging to you<<elseif $diaperMessCounter == 1>>slightly messy, a small mush pressing against your rear<<elseif $diaperMessCounter == 2>>getting messy, a noticeable mush pressing against your rear, and the foul smell occasionally catching your attention<<elseif $diaperMessCounter == 3>>pretty messy, a sizable mush pressing against your rear and causing your $currentUnderwear to bulge out noticeably. The smell of your accidents has gotten pretty foul, causing you to wrinkle your nose in reaction to its contents<<elseif $diaperMessCounter == 4>>very messy, a large mush both pressing against your rear and flowing around the front of your $currentUnderwear, a large brown stain accompanying the huge diaper bulge. The smell of your accidents is very unpleasant, the foul odour a constant presence<<elseif $diaperMessCounter == 5>>practically overflowing with mess, your $currentUnderwear filled to the point that your mess threatens to spill out the sides, its contents causing it to bulge out comically, a huge brown stain covering most of its surface. The smell of your accidents is extremely unpleasant and ever present, causing you to be on the verge of tears with just how foul it is<</if>>. And, in terms of wetness is <<if $diaperWetCounter == 0>>not wet at all, the comfortable dryness lovingly caressing your skin<<elseif $diaperWetCounter == 1>>slightly wet, a slight dampness pressing against your crotch<<elseif $diaperWetCounter == 2>>getting wet, a noticeable dampness rubbing against your crotch, the faintest yellow stain now visible from the front<<elseif $diaperWetCounter == 3>>pretty wet, a sizable dampness rubbing uncomfortably against your crotch, the front of your $currentUnderwear now sporting a noticeable yellow stain. The smell of your urine is now noticeable to you, much to your embarrassment<<elseif $diaperWetCounter == 4>>very wet, a large uncomfortable flood of urine now contained within your $currentUnderwear, a huge yellow stain visible in the front showing off just how overused your diaper is. The smell of your pee is getting unpleasant, now quite strong due to the sheer quantity of urine clinging to you<<elseif $diaperWetCounter == 5>>so full that it’s starting leak, the incredible amount of urine now in your $currentUnderwear causing you to squelch with even the smallest movement, the fear of diaper rashes starting to become a real issue. Now stained yellow practically all over, and puffed out from being overly full, you wrinkle your nose in disgust at the overpowering stench of pee that clings to you<</if>><<elseif $diaperMessingPlay>>messiness is <<if $diaperMessCounter == 0>>not messy at all, the smell of baby powder still clinging to you<<elseif $diaperMessCounter == 1>>slightly messy, a small mush pressing against your rear<<elseif $diaperMessCounter == 2>>getting messy, a noticeable mush pressing against your rear, and the foul smell occasionally catching your attention<<elseif $diaperMessCounter == 3>>pretty messy, a sizable mush pressing against your rear and causing your $currentUnderwear to bulge out noticeably. The smell of your accidents has gotten pretty foul, causing you to wrinkle your nose in reaction to its contents<<elseif $diaperMessCounter == 4>>very messy, a large mush both pressing against your rear and flowing around the front of your $currentUnderwear, a large brown stain accompanying the huge diaper bulge. The smell of your accidents is very unpleasant, the foul odour a constant presence<<elseif $diaperMessCounter == 5>>practically overflowing with mess, your $currentUnderwear filled to the point that your mess threatens to spill out the sides, its contents causing it to bulge out comically, a huge brown stain covering most of its surface. The smell of your accidents is extremely unpleasant and ever present, causing you to be on the verge of tears with just how foul it is<</if>><<elseif $diaperWettingPlay>>wetness is <<if $diaperWetCounter == 0>>not wet at all, the comfortable dryness lovingly caressing your skin<<elseif $diaperWetCounter == 1>>slightly wet, a slight dampness pressing against your crotch<<elseif $diaperWetCounter == 2>>getting wet, a noticeable dampness rubbing against your crotch, the faintest yellow stain now visible from the front<<elseif $diaperWetCounter == 3>>pretty wet, a sizable dampness rubbing uncomfortably against your crotch, the front of your $currentUnderwear now sporting a noticeable yellow stain. The smell of your urine is now noticeable to you, much to your embarrassment<<elseif $diaperWetCounter == 4>>very wet, a large uncomfortable flood of urine now contained within your $currentUnderwear, a huge yellow stain visible in the front showing off just how overused your diaper is. The smell of your pee is getting unpleasant, now quite strong due to the sheer quantity of urine clinging to you<<elseif $diaperWetCounter == 5>>so full that it’s starting leak, the incredible amount of urine now in your $currentUnderwear causing you to squelch with even the smallest movement, the fear of diaper rashes starting to become a real issue. Now stained yellow practically all over, and puffed out from being overly full, you wrinkle your nose in disgust at the overpowering stench of pee that clings to you<</if>><</if>>.
<hr><u><b>Competitor 2</b></u>
Name: $firstName<<if $diaperMessingPlay>><br>$firstName food fill: $malusGamePlayerFood<</if>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><br>$firstName drink fill: $malusGamePlayerDrink<</if>><<if $diaperMessingPlay>><br>Messes: $diaperMessCounter<</if>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><br>Wettings: $diaperWetCounter<</if>><hr><<if $diaperMessingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerFood += 5>><</if>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerDrink += 25>><</if>>Picking the apple juice option, you watch on as your assistant quickly walks off to the side of the stage before returning with a small tray. Upon it you see a small brightly coloured sippy cup, filled up with vibrant amber juice.
Your hands bound down onto the high chair, you can do little but let yourself be tended to by the attractive woman, the plastic spout of the sippy cup pushed past your lips, the tart contents of the container running down your throat. The juice cup isn’t a particularly large portion, and is actually quite nice, cool and sweet, the taste of apples filling your senses. Sadly, your assistant doesn’t seem to have the most patience, as she manages to pull it away too early a few times, spilling apple juice across both your face and you in general, making your body a little wet and messy.
<<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Turn]]>>
<<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Main]]>><<set $malusGameRound = 0>><<set $malusGamePlayerFood = 0>><<set $malusGamePlayerDrink = 0>><<set $malusGameMalusFood = 0>><<set $malusGameMalusDrink = 0>><<set $malusGameMalusAnger = 0>><<set $malusGameMalusWet = 0>><<set $malusGameMalusMess = 0>>Walking out onto the stage, your glad to see that everything is still being setup, likely giving you at least a little time to figure out a game plan to win this competition. Beyond the humongous stage, you notice that the audience is slowly filling in, but is still rather small in size. Though, from the thrum of noise outside, you feel this is likely soon to change, a large live audience just beyond the far wall.
Running your vision across what’s being assembled, you don’t spot too many props. The main things you take notice of are a pair of intricate oversized high chairs placed front and center before the audience. The chairs are covered in restraints, giving you a not too subtle hint that you’re going to end up bound for the foreseeable future. From your vantage point, you can even spot wires and cables running from the back of them, skilfully taped to the floor and out of sight from anyone watching from the front. Further looking around, you also note a small podium between them, likely for a presenter, and behind you a large bank of screens which will probably be used to show the crowd close ups of the action. Other than the chairs, it all seems rather normal.
Slowly shepherded towards the right-most of the highchairs by your fabulous assistant Cindy, you spot that the other chair already has an occupant. Tightly strapped in, both his arms and legs strapped down with thick buckled restraints, you see the diminutive pale form of Malus, absentmindedly smiling and glancing around. Beside him, his much larger carer is bent over, making sure that he’s tightly bound, and offering a surprise tickle with evil glee.
Mirroring the actions of her counterpoint, albeit with less malicious side tracking, Cindy helps you to sit in your high chair before buckling you in too. It’s surprisingly comfortable, especially with your assistant asking you, <span class="female">"It’s not too tight is it?"</span>, to make sure that nothing hurts or digs into you. The way that it’s all put together, you find that your arms and legs are well restrained, along with a couple of extra straps around your chest, a wide highchair tray sitting above where your arms are, keeping you from having any access to it.
Giving you an award-winning smile, Cindy offer you a reassuring thumbs-up before standing to one side, waiting for the main event to begin. You try to ask her what happens next, but she just playfully shushes you, pointing towards a man with oil slicked hair and a gaudy suit now walking out onto the stage. Taking her hint, you listen carefully to the newcomer, watching him closely.
The lights going down and the seats now fully packed, a spotlight shines down upon your central spot upon the stage. Set back slightly, but placed in-between you and Malus, the extravagantly suited man takes up his stance in the podium to a rousing cheer of support from the assembled masses, signalling that [[everything is just about to begin|Malus Diaper Race Game Start]].<<if $diaperWettingPlay && $diaperMessingPlay>><<if $malusGameMalusAnger >=5>><<set $random = random(1,18)>><<elseif $malusGameMalusAnger >=3>><<set $random = random(1,16)>><<else>><<set $random = random(1,14)>><</if>><<if $random == 1>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Vibe]]>><<elseif $random == 2>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Sandwiches]]>><<elseif $random == 3>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Apple Sauce]]>><<elseif $random == 4>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Tomato Paste]]>><<elseif $random == 5>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Animal Crackers]]>><<elseif $random == 6>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Goop]]>><<elseif $random == 7>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Strained Prunes]]>><<elseif $random == 8>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Milk]]>><<elseif $random == 9>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Orange Juice]]>><<elseif $random == 10>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Apple Juice]]>><<elseif $random == 11>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Fruit Smoothie]]>><<elseif $random == 12>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Baby Formula]]>><<elseif $random == 13>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Prune Juice]]>><<elseif $random == 14>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Castor Oil]]>><<else>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Vibe]]>><</if>><<elseif $diaperMessingPlay>><<if $malusGameMalusAnger >=5>><<set $random = random(1,10)>><<elseif $malusGameMalusAnger >=3>><<set $random = random(1,9)>><<else>><<set $random = random(1,8)>><</if>><<if $random == 1>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Vibe]]>><<elseif $random == 2>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Sandwiches]]>><<elseif $random == 3>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Apple Sauce]]>><<elseif $random == 4>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Tomato Paste]]>><<elseif $random == 5>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Animal Crackers]]>><<elseif $random == 6>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Goop]]>><<elseif $random == 7>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Strained Prunes]]>><<elseif $random == 8>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Milk]]>><<else>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Vibe]]>><</if>><<elseif $diaperWettingPlay>><<if $malusGameMalusAnger >=5>><<set $random = random(1,10)>><<elseif $malusGameMalusAnger >=3>><<set $random = random(1,9)>><<else>><<set $random = random(1,8)>><</if>><<if $random == 1>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Player Vibe]]>><<elseif $random == 2>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Player Milk]]>><<elseif $random == 3>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Player Orange Juice]]>><<elseif $random == 4>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Player Apple Juice]]>><<elseif $random == 5>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Player Fruit Smoothie]]>><<elseif $random == 6>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Player Baby Formula]]>><<elseif $random == 7>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Player Prune Juice]]>><<elseif $random == 8>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Player Castor Oil]]>><<else>><<include [[Malus Diaper Race Game Malus Vibe]]>><</if>><</if>><<set $timesMasturbated += 1>>Your focus shifting to Malus, you watch as he <<if $malusGameMalusAnger >= 5>>pulls a grumpy looking frown, nodding to himself before making his selection<<elseif $malusGameMalusAnger >= 3>>takes a while to make a decision, a slightly pouty frown on his face. Nodding to himself uncertainly, he makes his selction<<else>>with a big smile dreamily makes his choice, seemingly at random<</if>>. From where you sit, you can’t see exactly what he’s picked, but it seems to have excited both the crowd and Cindy standing beside you alike.
With a loud buzzing vibration beneath you, you realize exactly what he’s selected and why everyone is so hyped up. The entire padded base of the seat vibrating heavily beneath you, your entire weight pressed against it, you can’t help but let out an embarrassed yelping moan of surprise as a result of the surprise sensation. Within the confines of your $currentUnderwear, your <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> cock and needy pussy<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock<<else>>needy pussy<</if>> is bombarded with pleasure, forcing you into a sudden and uncontrollable orgasm, your <<if $penis>>cum<<else>>fem-cum<</if>> flowing into the padded inside of your diaper. <<if $malusGamePlayerFood >= (120 - (20 * $diaperSkill)) && $diaperMessingPlay>>Sadly, cumming isn’t all you do. Pressed on from the strain of the orgasm, you lose control of your bowels, having no choice but to mess yourself. It happens suddenly, but the tell-tale flashing red <span class="neutral">"Messing Incoming"</span> ensure that nobody misses your humiliation. The smell is slightly disguised by the scent of your lust, but that foul undertone is not a pleasant addition. The audience, however, love what they see, cheering and laughing even more so than previously, likely considering it a highlight of the show.<<elseif $malusGamePlayerDrink >= (120 - (20 * $diaperSkill)) && $diaperWettingPlay>> Sadly, cumming isn’t all you do. Pressed on from the strain of the orgasm, you lose control of your bladder, having no choice but to wet yourself. It happens suddenly, but the tell-tale flashing red <span class="neutral">"Wetting Incoming"</span> ensure that nobody misses your humiliation. The urine smell is slightly disguised by the scent of your lust, but you can just about make out the smell of your piss over it as it floods into your diaper, embarassing you even further. The audience, however, love what they see, cheering and laughing even more so than previously, likely considering it a highlight of the show. <<else>>Thankfully, you manage to concentrate enough that, despite the additional pressure from your orgasm, you don’t accidentally make use of your diaper.<</if>>Standing to your side, you notice that Cindy is literally jumping with joy, heavily enjoying having watched you just orgasm in front of a large crowd from such a close proximity, glad to have been part of the moment.<<if $diaperMessingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusFood += 40>><</if>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusDrink += 0>><</if>>Glancing to your side, you notice that Malus has decided on the sandwiches this round. Aunt Agnes smiles with an evil glee in response to the choice. You watch as she posts sandwich after sandwich into his mouth, giving him little respite between the food. He seems to be relatively placid though, accepting the treatment with a smile.<<if $diaperMessingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusFood += 20>><</if>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusDrink += 10>><</if>>Glancing to your side, you notice that Malus has decided on the apple sauce this round. Aunt Agnes smiles with an evil glee in response to the choice. You watch as she roughly spoons the sweet mixture into his mouth, making sure to miss enough that he’s got a thin coating of apple goo on his cheeks. He seems to be relatively placid though, accepting the treatment with a smile, even giggling a few times at how yummy it is.<<if $diaperMessingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusFood += 20>><</if>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusDrink += 5>><</if>>Glancing to your side, you notice that Malus has decided on the tomato paste this round. Aunt Agnes smiles with an evil glee in response to the choice. You watch as she roughly spoons the salty mixture into his mouth, making sure to miss enough that he’s got splotches of the red sauce across his cheeks. He seems to be relatively placid though, accepting the treatment with a smile, even giggling a few times at how yummy it is.<<if $diaperMessingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusFood += 30>><</if>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusDrink += 0>><</if>>Glancing to your side, you notice that Malus has decided on the animal crackers this round. Aunt Agnes smiles with an evil glee in response to the choice. You watch as she roughly pushes the sweet treats into his mouth, occasionally pulling them back in a taunting manner. He seems to be relatively placid though, accepting the treatment with a smile, even giggling a few times at how yummy it is, his lip quivering when she tries to take them away in persuasive enough a manner that she lets him have them all.<<if $diaperMessingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusFood += 50>><</if>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusDrink += 50>><</if>>Glancing to your side, you notice that Malus has decided on the orange goop this round. Aunt Agnes giggling evily, you watch as she roughly spoons the chunky mess into his mouth, pushing it into his mouth despite his obvious dislike of the gross sludge. He seems to be pretty unhappy about his choice, but he accepts the treatment without too much complaint, only offering a slight pouty sulk. You do, however, note that his stomach seems to loudly grumble when he eats it, making you think that maybe it hasn’t gone down well with him.<<if $diaperMessingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusFood += 40>><</if>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusDrink += 20>><</if>>Glancing to your side, you notice that Malus has decided on the strained prunes this round. Aunt Agnes giggling evily, you watch as she roughly spoons the sloppy prunes into his mouth, pushing them into his mouth quickly and without reprieve. Thankfully, he seems to be pretty happy about his choice, accepting her treatment without complaint, in fact giggling happily at their yummy taste. You do, however, note that his stomach seems to loudly grumble when he eats it, making you think that maybe it hasn’t gone down well with him.<<if $diaperMessingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusFood += 20>><</if>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusDrink += 20>><</if>>Glancing to your side, you notice that Malus has decided on the milk this round. Aunt Agnes smiles with an evil glee in response to the choice. You watch as she roughly pushes the babies bottle of milk into his mouth, making sure to pull it out a few times, showering Malus in the creamy liquid. He seems to be relatively placid though, accepting the treatment with a smile, even giggling a few times at how yummy it is.<<if $diaperMessingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusFood += 5>><</if>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusDrink += 30>><</if>>Glancing to your side, you notice that Malus has decided on the orange juice this round. Aunt Agnes smiles with an evil glee in response to the choice. You watch as she roughly pushes the sippy cup of orange juice into his mouth, making sure to pull it out a few times, showering Malus in the fruity liquid. He seems to be relatively placid though, accepting the treatment with a smile, even giggling a few times at how yummy it is.<<if $diaperMessingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusFood += 5>><</if>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusDrink += 25>><</if>>Glancing to your side, you notice that Malus has decided on the apple juice this round. Aunt Agnes smiles with an evil glee in response to the choice. You watch as she roughly pushes the sippy cup of apple juice into his mouth, making sure to pull it out a few times, showering Malus in the fruity liquid. He seems to be relatively placid though, accepting the treatment with a smile, even giggling a few times at how yummy it is.<<if $diaperMessingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusFood += 15>><</if>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusDrink += 25>><</if>>Glancing to your side, you notice that Malus has decided on the fruit smoothie juice this round. Aunt Agnes smiles with an evil glee in response to the choice. You watch as she roughly pushes the sippy cup of lumpy fruit juice into his mouth, making sure to pull it out a few times, showering Malus in the fruit sludge. He seems to be relatively placid though, accepting the treatment with a smile, even giggling a few times at how yummy it is.<<if $diaperMessingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusFood += 20>><</if>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusDrink += 20>><</if>>Glancing to your side, you notice that Malus has decided on the baby formula this round. Aunt Agnes smiles with an evil glee in response to the choice. You watch as she roughly pushes the babies bottle of baby formula into his mouth, making sure to pull it out a few times, showering Malus in the creamy yet slightly gritty liquid. He seems to be relatively placid though, accepting the treatment with a smile, even giggling a few times at how yummy it is, though he pulls faces a few times like he doesn’t like it too much.<<if $diaperMessingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusFood += 25>><</if>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusDrink += 40>><</if>>Glancing to your side, you notice that Malus has decided on the prune juice this round. Aunt Agnes giggling evily, you watch as she roughly pushes the sippy cup of prune juice into his mouth, making sure to pull it out a few times, showering Malus in the fruity liquid. He seems to be relatively placid though, accepting the treatment with a smile, even giggling a few times at how yummy it is. You do, however, note that his stomach seems to loudly grumble when he drinks it, making you think that maybe it hasn’t gone down well with him.<<if $diaperMessingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusFood += 30>><</if>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusDrink += 50>><</if>>Glancing to your side, you notice that Malus has decided on the castor oil this round. Aunt Agnes giggling evily, you watch as she roughly pushes the sippy cup of castor oil into his mouth, making sure to pull it out a few times, showering Malus in the oily liquid. He seems to really hate the stuff, putting up as much of a struggle as he can, even going to far as to letting some of it dribble out the side of his mouth to avoid it. Still, after a couple of stern looks from his Amazonian carer, he’s easily kowtowed, drinking it but with a significant pouty scowl on his face. Worse, however, note that his stomach seems to loudly grumble when he drinks it, making you think that maybe it hasn’t gone down well with him.<<set $diaperMessingPlay = true>>
<<set $diaperWettingPlay = true>>
<<set $diaperSkill = 3>>
[[Malus Diaper Race Game Setup]]<<set $actionAmountCurrent += 1>><<set $malusGameJob = false>>Telling Malus, <span class="player">"I’d like to give it a try"</span>, you watch as his face contorts into a look of worry and embarrassment.
<span class="male">"Okay. Please wait here"</span>, the tiny elfin little responds shyly, before quickly shuffling off in the direction of the nursery entrance. You’re not left waiting for too long before you first spot the hulking form of his evil babysitter, moving along with a small gaggle of assorted individuals who are all wandering in your direction.
Most of them have the air of general facility staff, though you do spot a single woman who looks very similar to the Amazonian carer. She’s slightly shorter, but still close to six-foot-tall in height, her platinum blonde hair done up in a complicated braid. The outfit, however, is what really stands out. Leaving little to the imagination, you can’t help but gawk at her skin-tight red sequin-encrusted leotard, the light catching on it in tantalizing ways as her breasts jiggle beneath the thin surface.
Coming to a halt just before you, the imposing woman you’ve heard referred to as Aunt Agnes stares down at you, a gleeful sneer betraying her opinion of the upcoming competition. With one hand patting you condescendingly atop your head, she coos, <span class="female">"It’s like today’s my birthday, and you just got me a wonderful present. I’m sure that’s exactly how my naughty little Malus is feeling too, he does love to use his diaper before an audience after all. This is like the gift that keeps on giving"</span>, taking a moment to compose herself slightly, she continues, <span class="female">"This whole thing is slightly last minute, but I’ve managed to pull everything together, so we’ll all be getting to play out on the main stage in just a moment. Looked around a bit for you but couldn’t find anyone willing to claim you as their charge, so I asked my friend Cindy to help out. She’s a real sweetheart, and if I hear you’ve acted up while she’s looking after you, then it won’t just be Malus who’s on the receiving end of my … affections. We’re going to head off to prepare, so you should probably do the same with Cindy. Just remember, be on your best behaviour or else"</span>.
Taking hold of her charge’s minute hand, you watch on as she drags him away, gleefully taunting him as she goes. Of course, he meekly takes it as always, shaking his head a little at most. With them, the rest of the crew also leaves, mumbling to themselves about lighting, sound, and a host of other matters that go straight over your head. As they finally disappear through one of the far arches, you realize that you’ve been left alone with the tall blonde Cindy, who apparently is going to be some sort of assistant for you today.
Smiling at you a dazzling smile, she giggles, <span class="female">"I’m super looking forward to this, the game shows they run for the channel are always so much fun. You’ll probably have fun too, but it might get a little embarrassing first for you. Agnes asked me to help, so I’m going to be your assistant for the competition. We’re doing ‘Diaper Racing’ today, which is pretty simple really, and you don’t have to worry about me messing anything up as it all comes down to you, cutie. After this, I’m sure you’ll be overwhelmed with the amount of support you get from the home audience, maybe even a few new mommy’s and daddy’s looking to adopt you as their special little play-thing"</span>, eyeing you up as she goes to see what she’s working with. While she teases you, much like you’ve seen Agnes treat her charge, you notice that with Cindy her tone is a lot more playful rather than menacing, more as if she’s joking with you.
<span class="player">"I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to do"</span>, you tell her, getting minorly worried yourself about your chances with the competition.
Putting up her hand, she waves off your question quickly, disarming you with another cheery smile, <span class="female">"It’s not tough, and they’ll go through it with you when we get in there. You’ll do great, and if you mess up then I’m here to still make you look good. You’re in your diaper, so other than that there’s not much else to prepare. I think Agnes just likes to torment Malus a bit before the competition so that he tries harder. I’ve heard from other competitors that he just randomly mashes the buttons, so you’re in for a good chance. Though, I did hear that Agnes pays off the producers too from another friend, so maybe you’re not going to be lucky, hard to tell I guess. But, we should probably start heading over there before they get worried and think we’ve run off"</span>.
And, with that, she begins to usher you on forward to the large arch labelled, <span class="neutral">"Front Stage"</span>, so that you both can [[begin the preparations for Diaper Racing|Malus Diaper Race Game Setup]].Working delivering drinks to tables for the bar, things have been pretty normal so far. Most of the clients flirt with you offering lots of compliments, which is fun, and the work is pretty easy, just putting trays of drinks down on tables. That’s when one of the girls tells you that the next table you’re being sent to contains a VIP guest, so you should do your best to please him, a knowing wink and a giggle accompanying her statement.
Taking a full bottle of expensive vodka over to the directed table, you get your first look at the important guest and his group. Overall, they seem a rather pleasant group, a nice mix of expensively suited men, and elegantly dressed women. They certainly all look like they could be the VIP, but one of them really does stand out. Sitting near the back, wedged between two red-headed women in flowing gowns, the astonishingly handsome looking man has neon blue glowing eyes. From how perfect he looks, you get the feeling he’s spent a lot of money for some truly rare mods, approaching his appearance as an important social statement.
Spotting you approaching, he offers you a flirty smile, gesturing you over so that you’d be standing behind him. Carefully taking the drinks tray from you, he charmingly says, <span class="male">"Hello Miss. Thank you for bringing our drinks over. I’m glad they sent someone so beautiful over to serve us today. I wonder if you’d like to join us for a little while, I hear that the staff here are allowed to stop their work if a guest asks them to. I’d certainly appreciate an opportunity to get to know you better"</span>. Accompanying his statement, he whispers in the ear of the girl to his left. Whatever he said you’re not sure, but she very quickly scoots down making room next to him, giving him a tender kiss on the cheek first.
Giggling happily, you answer automatically, <span class="player">"Yes sir!"</span>, clambering over the booth to sit next to him. What happens next is a lot of fun talking, your partner is a wonderful conversationalist, and has some amazing stories of opulent parties to tell. You find yourself enraptured by his tales, literally on the edge of your seat in anticipation.
<span class="male">"You’re very entertaining $firstName"</span>, he whispers flirtyly in your ear, <span class="male">"But, I was wondering if you’d maybe want to do something a little naughtier, and a lot more fun. No one’s looking now. If you were quick, then you could slip under the table and make my day for me. Those lovely lips of yours look built for play. Of course, I’m willing to repay the favour extensively"</span>, at which point he pulls his phone from his pocket, showing you an extremely generous tip ready for him to send to you.
Thinking it over, you wonder whether you should do it or not. It probably would be fun, and the man obviously has some serious money, so you could get a big tip from him if you play things right. Plus, sucking him off under the table is out of the way enough that nobody would likely notice. If you wanted you could maybe even suggest something far racier than he’s currently looking for, from the look on his face you think that would put him in a great mood. Then again, you could turn down his offer, there’s no rule against that.
Do you:
<<if $bimbo > 0 && $sexualPreference != 1>><span class="bimbo">You’re so hot and excited the thought of, like, not agreeing feels like it’d be totally dumb and not fun.</span>
[[Accept|Club B Job Bimbo 2 Accept]]
[[Volunteer for more|Club B Job Bimbo 2 Volunteer]]<<elseif $bimbo >0 && $sexualPreference == 1>>[[Decline|Club B Job Bimbo 2 Decline]]
<span class="bimbo">You’re not into men, which totally sucks as you’d love to do fun sexy time things with people if you had the chance.</span><<else>>[[Decline|Club B Job Bimbo 2 Decline]]
<<if $sexualPreference == 1>>You’re not into men, so you don’t really feel up to accepting his offer<<else>>[[Accept|Club B Job Bimbo 2 Accept]]
[[Volunteer for more|Club B Job Bimbo 2 Volunteer]]<</if>><</if>>Deciding that you don’t really want to let the man do body shots off of you, you tell him politely, <span class="player">"Sorry sir, but I’m really busy right now. It was a nice offer though, and I’m sure that one of the other girls would be more than happy to accept it"</span>, smiling at him apologetically.
Taking your hint, the older gentleman nods and smiles, <span class="male">"Well, I’m sorry to hear that, and if the situation ever changes, then I’d love to get to know you better. Until then, I’ll just take the alcohol and find someone else to play with. Hopefully I’ll see you around sweetheart"</span>. Taking the bottle of tequila, salt pot, and collection of limes, you watch him disappear to a nearby booth.
Curious to what he has planned, you watch from afar as one of his companions strips before lying down upon the group's table. Over the next few minutes he drinks shots from her bellybutton, mouth, and even from the triangle created where her thighs press together above her shaved pussy. They all seem to be having a great time, and eventually some of the other girls take both of their places, the group drinking alcohol off of each other playfully for the rest of your shift.
<<include [[Club B Job Bimbo End]]>>Deciding to accept his offer, the idea of letting the older man do body shots off you <<if $bimboSkill > 0>>sounding totally awesome and fun!<<else>>sounding worth it, especially if he’s willing to give you a good tip.<</if>> Smiling at him, you cheerily reply, <<if $bimboSkill >0>><span class="bimbo">"Yay! Of course Sir! We can do lots of tasty body shots, and make sure you have an amazing visit to Club B! So, like, what do you need me to do?"</span><<else>><span class="player">"Yes sir! We can do some body shots if you’d like. What do you want me to do?"</span><</if>>, positioning yourself into what you hope looks like a seductive pose, hoping to really impress your important client.
Grinning victoriously, the mature gentleman nods, <span class="male">"Glad to hear sweetheart. I’m thinking I’ll have you up on the bar. After you’re nice and comfortable, then I’ll have one of my girls pour the tequila into your bellybutton, we’ll run the line of salt up between your boobs, and then you can hold the lime slice in your mouth. Just some good old-fashioned flirty fun"</span>. Putting the bottle of tequila to one side, you watch as he hands off the salt pot and collection of limes to one of his large entourage of giggling beauties.
<<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>Not wanting to get your $currentClothing stained, you slowly remove it, giving everyone a quick racy show as you do. <</if>>Ready as you’ll ever be, you clamber your way up onto the bar, slightly glad that you’ve only just finished wiping it down. Lying neatly across the surface of the bar counter, you watch as the girl who received the salt and limes begins to get them ready, gathering together a lime segment and a spoon full of salt. Carefully, she runs a trail of salt up your stomach and in between your <<checkBreast>> breasts, the tiny trickle barely perceptible. When she’s finally happy that she’s done the job good enough, she proceeds to take the lime segment and place it your mouth back-to-front, ready to be taken by her friend to finish off his shot. Taking a brief break to kiss you warmly on the cheek, she whispers calming words in your ears, telling you how enjoyable this all can be.
Meanwhile, the VIP client has climbed his way up onto the bar too, now straddling your legs. Beaming down at you, he hands the bottle off to his friendly helper, the rest of his friends closing in around you. Confidently, he flashes you a reassuring wink as the girl begins to pour the cold liquor into the natural bowl of your navel, causing you to shiver a little at the sudden wet tingle.
Not wasting any time, he bends down, slurping up the shot, his tongue swirling around your bellybutton to make sure he gets every last drop. It tickles, but it is kind of fun, the sensation quite pleasant. The tequila now imbibed, he moves onto running his wet pink tongue up your stomach, rapidly trying to dull the taste of the tequila with the salt. This time it tickles even more, so much so that you almost drop the lime segment from between your teeth as you let out a short giggle.
Spurred on by your reaction, he bends forward even further, practically lying on top of you. Now face to face, you can see that he’s aroused by all of this, his sizable cock poking into your sensitive pussy lips, barely restrained by his trousers. Slipping on hand behind your head to better support you, he locks lips with you, skilfully taking the lime with his tongue. The action is both strangely sensual, and intimate, all at the same time, passionately making out with the man, restricted by the presence of the sour fruit.
Pulling back, he takes out the lime. You expect that he’ll either get up for another shot at this point, or maybe call it a day, however, what he does catches you by surprise. Instead, he leans back forward, his warm moist tongue mingling with your own. Your cunt <<if $penis>>and cock by now are on fire with need<<else>>by now is on fire with need<</if>>, but the addition of tasting the combination of lime, salt and alcohol on him sends your lust even higher, causing you to buck needy-ly up against him, managing to grind your sensitive folds just a little. Amused he pulls back, but, sadly, he only does so to allow the setting up of another shot.
Perhaps because he enjoys keeping you horny and flush, or perhaps because you didn’t agree to more, the older gentleman doesn’t go any further than making out with you. It’s certainly enjoyable, but your desperate need keeps causing you to moan out and buck about to no avail. Eventually, he needs to leave, telling you sweetly, <span class="male">"I need to head off sweetheart, but that was amazing! I think spending time with you might have actually made me ten years younger. You’re a keeper, and I hope the club understands how lucky they are to have you. I’ll have the tip added to your pay packet, you deserve it. I hope we can do this again sometime"</span>.
Giving you a small kiss, the gentleman dismounts the bar, regrouping with his gaggle of cute girls. They soon after leave, the bar’s shift manger giving you ample opportunity to clean up in the workers changing room. Looking back at what happened, you’re glad that you took the man up on his offer, but the burning heat between your thighs could also have done with some looking after. Maybe after your shift you can deal with that, but for now you reluctantly realise you need to get back to work.
<<include [[Club B Job Bimbo End]]>>Working behind the bar doing some standard bartending, things have been pretty normal so far. Most of the clients flirt with you offering lots of compliments, which is fun, and the work is pretty easy, generally just handing out bottles of various brightly coloured alcohols. That’s when a flashing warning appears on one of the little screens under the bar that are meant to guide you in how to mix the drinks. Instead, this time its purpose seems to be alerting you that a priority guest has arrived in the bar.
It doesn’t take long to identify exactly who the VIP client is, as beelining straight for your section of the bar is an older looking gentleman surrounded by attractive younger women. Whilst his hair is pure white in colour, and his face full of wrinkles, he seems surprisingly healthy, large muscles rippling beneath his suit.
Eyeing you up appreciatively, a flirty hint to his voice, he asks charmingly, <span class="male">"Hey sweetheart. I came in looking for a particularly nice bottle of cherry brandy. But, seeing a beautiful thing like you on shift, my heart has different things in mind now. I’m thinking, instead, that I’d like a full bottle of top-shelf tequila, complete with salt and limes. Then maybe a moment of your time"</span>.
Giggling happily, you answer automatically, <span class="player">"Yes sir!"</span>, digging around under the bar to find everything that he asked for. You wince slightly when you look at the value of the bottle he asked for, realizing that the single bottle could have afforded you an entire year of rent and food before you came to the facility, however, you figure it’ll probably give him a really good day.
<span class="male">"Excellent!"</span>, he exclaims joyfully, <span class="male">"Now, I was wondering if you’d be up for a bit of fun? I was thinking that you’re a very pretty girl, so you might be willing to let a gentleman willing to pay the right price do some body shots off of you. I hear it’s very enjoyable for both parties. So, what do you say?"</span>.
Thinking it over, you wonder whether you should do it or not. It probably would be fun, and the man obviously has some serious money, so you could get a big tip from him if you play things right. Plus, body shots are normally pretty tame from what you’ve seen, mostly comprising of having your chest licked a little before kissing the lime into his mouth. If you wanted you could maybe even suggest something far racier than he’s currently looking for, from the look on his face you think that would put him in a great mood. Then again, you could turn down his offer, there’s no rule against that.
Do you:
<<if $bimbo > 0 && $sexualPreference != 1>><span class="bimbo">You’re so hot and excited the thought of, like, not agreeing feels like it’d be totally dumb and not fun.</span>
[[Accept|Club B Job Bimbo 1 Accept]]
[[Volunteer for more|Club B Job Bimbo 1 Volunteer]]<<elseif $bimbo >0 && $sexualPreference == 1>>[[Decline|Club B Job Bimbo 1 Decline]]
<span class="bimbo">You’re not into men, which totally sucks as you’d love to do fun sexy time things with people if you had the chance.</span><<else>>[[Decline|Club B Job Bimbo 1 Decline]]
<<if $sexualPreference == 1>>You’re not into men, so you don’t really feel up to accepting his offer<<else>>[[Accept|Club B Job Bimbo 1 Accept]]
[[Volunteer for more|Club B Job Bimbo 1 Volunteer]]<</if>><</if>>Working dancing in the dance cages and on the dance floor, things have been pretty normal so far. Most of the clients flirt with you offering lots of compliments, which is exciting, and the work is pretty easy. Listening to all the upbeat pop music keeps you in a good mood, and there’s just something particularly exhilarating about being paid to dance and have fun.
Eventually, you get cycled back into dancing in one of the more central cages, visible to pretty much every guest in the bar. Energetically shaking your <<checkBreast>> boobs and your <<checkAss>> ass, you can’t help but giggle along with the music. Some of the guests at this point are actually standing around your cage appreciatively, more interested in watching you dance than doing so themselves.
Among them, one girl stands out. She’s gorgeous, with long expertly maintained platinum blonde hair. Her pastel blue dress sparkles in the light, and as you pay more attention to her, you get the strange feeling that it’s actually encrusted with diamonds, partly because of all the other expensive looking jewellery she wears. The look of lust-filled adoration painted across her face as she ogles you, makes you feel that she might have a big crush for you, a deep blush setting in when she notices you looking her way.
Getting closer, she gestures you closer, which you oblige much to her delight. Whispering anxiously in your ear, she tells you, <span class="female">"You’re really pretty. I could watch you for hours. I know it’s probably a weird request, but can I dance with you in that cage? Maybe even make-out with you a bit too? It would make my week, and I’m willing to give you a major tip for it. Daddy is always happy to spoil me, and this would make me really happy"</span>.
Thinking it over, you wonder whether you should do it or not. It probably would be fun, and the girl obviously has some serious money, so you could get a big tip from her if you play things right. Plus, making out with a cute rich girl wouldn’t be too bad, especially compared to everything else you’ve seen in the facility. If you wanted you could maybe even suggest something far racier than she’s currently looking for, from the look on her face you think that would put her in a great mood. Then again, you could turn down her offer, there’s no rule against that.
Do you:
<<if $bimbo > 0 && $sexualPreference != 2>><span class="bimbo">You’re so hot and excited the thought of, like, not agreeing feels like it’d be totally dumb and not fun.</span>
[[Accept|Club B Job Bimbo 3 Accept]]
[[Volunteer for more|Club B Job Bimbo 3 Volunteer]]<<elseif $bimbo >0 && $sexualPreference == 2>>[[Decline|Club B Job Bimbo 3 Decline]]
<span class="bimbo">You’re not into women, which totally sucks as you’d love to do fun sexy time things with people if you had the chance.</span><<else>>[[Decline|Club B Job Bimbo 3 Decline]]
<<if $sexualPreference == 2>>You’re not into women, so you don’t really feel up to accepting her offer<<else>>[[Accept|Club B Job Bimbo 3 Accept]]
[[Volunteer for more|Club B Job Bimbo 3 Volunteer]]<</if>><</if>>...
As your shift finally starts coming to an end, you find yourself assigned to the bartending duty as they’re dealing with a particularly large rush of customers. Beginning to feel tired, as the late end of your shift comes you hope that you’ll get to sit down soon, even if the music is super great.
Finally, your shift comes to an end, heralded by the familiar monotone voice of Alice, announcing your earnings.
<<set $earnings = 200>><<if $currentClothing == "Club B Promo Girl Bikini">><<set $earnings += 100>><</if>><<if (lastVisited("Club B Job Bimbo 1 Volunteer") is 0)||(lastVisited("Club B Job Bimbo 2 Volunteer") is 0)||(lastVisited("Club B Job Bimbo 3 Volunteer") is 0)>><<set $earnings += 200>><</if>><<if (lastVisited("Club B Job Bimbo 1 Accept") is 0)||(lastVisited("Club B Job Bimbo 2 Accept") is 0)||(lastVisited("Club B Job Bimbo 3 Accept") is 0)>><<set $earnings += 100>><</if>><<set $ggp += $earnings>><hr><b>Earnings Report – Promo Girl</b>
You worked a full shift as a promo girl: G.G.P + 200<<if $currentClothing == "Club B Promo Girl Bikini">><br><br>Bonus for wearing promotional outfit: G.G.P + 100<</if>><<if (lastVisited("Club B Job Bimbo 1 Volunteer") is 0)||(lastVisited("Club B Job Bimbo 2 Volunteer") is 0)||(lastVisited("Club B Job Bimbo 3 Volunteer") is 0)>><br><br>Bonus for heavy sexual activity: G.G.P + 200<</if>><<if (lastVisited("Club B Job Bimbo 1 Accept") is 0)||(lastVisited("Club B Job Bimbo 2 Accept") is 0)||(lastVisited("Club B Job Bimbo 3 Accept") is 0)>><br><br>Bonus for light sexual activity: G.G.P + 100<</if>>
Overall earned G.G.P = $earnings
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With your pay received you finish up the drink you’re mixing and <a data-passage="Travel Back">travel back to your room</a>.Selecting the middling level tests on the list, curious what sorts of effects they may have, you feel relatively confident that whatever happens probably can’t be too severe. Taking a seat on the dentists' style chair as directed to by Dr.Radcliff, you watch as he opens the cabinet, rummaging through it noisily.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Sex Scenes/NakedLabTest.png]]</div>
Returning, he explains calmly, <span class="male">"Just a few serums to test on you. Very exciting stuff. Some should be inert, so you may not see much change. However, we have some intriguing studies into animal DNA amalgamation, along with some more extensive standard formulas among what we’re testing. Chances are, you’ll walk out of here at least mostly the same as you are now, though a richer than you started and you’ll have assisted in the advance of science too"</span>.
Not giving you a chance to enquire, he <<print either("levels his hand in your direction, letting you see the ray-gun like device he’s holding. With a flash of bright light emanating from the end, you’re pretty sure that the testing has begun","quickly jabs you in the arm with a hypodermic gun, causing you to flinch at the stinging feeling. The look on his face hints he may be a tad regretful of his choice to be so direct", "pours a brightly coloured mixture from a beaker in his hand into your mouth. Coughing and spluttering a little from the sudden assault, you notice that the mysterious liquid actually tastes rather nice");>>.
The test now administered, all you can do now is wait to see if anything happens.
<<set $random = random(1,9)>><<if $random==1 && ($ears != 1 && $tail != 1)>><<include [[Lab Testing Job Medium Cat Traits]]>><<elseif $random==2 && ($ears != 3 && $tail != 3)>><<include [[Lab Testing Job Medium Bunny Traits]]>><<elseif $random==3 && $breastSize < 17>><<include [[Lab Testing Job Medium Breast Growth]]>><<elseif $random==4 && ($skinType !=1 || $skinType !=2)>><<include [[Lab Testing Job Medium Fur Growth]]>><<elseif $random==5 && $hairLength !=7>><<include [[Lab Testing Job Medium Hair Growth]]>><<elseif $random==6 && ($ears != 5 && $tail != 4)>><<include [[Lab Testing Job Medium Cow Traits]]>><<elseif $random==7 && $femininity != 100>><<include [[Lab Testing Job Medium Increase Femininity]]>><<elseif $random==8 && ($assSize != 5 && $thighSize != 3)>><<include [[Lab Testing Job Medium Max Butt]]>><<else>><<include [[Lab Testing Job Medium Nothing Happens]]>><</if>>
At the end of your time, Dr.Radcliff signs off the form he’s been filling out throughout your tests and clips it further back within the confines of his clipboard. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" || $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>Handing you back your clothes,<<else>>Everything complete,<</if>> he smiles effusively and tells you that you’ve done a great job today for science and that he’s extremely proud of you.
As you leave, a familiar monotone voice chimes, <span class="neutral">"Trainee $firstName has been awarded 400 G.G.P for assisting scientific research"</span>.
Your job here complete, you <a data-passage="Travel Back">travel back to your room</a>.You sit nervously, nothing else to do but worry about what’s going to happen to you. As the minutes roll by, you wonder if anything is going to happen at all. By the thirty minute mark, you still haven’t seen any results and Dr.Radcliff seems to be getting bored. Looking over at him, tapping his shoe and re-reading the clipboard for the twentieth time, you clear your throat.
<span class="male">"Something should have happened by now if the serum was active. I thought that one should have been active, but maybe you have some sort of natural resistance. Oh well, I guess we still got to do some research. I suppose we can just have a sit down until then, maybe chat a bit"</span>, he responds, once again more to himself than directed at you.
So, in the end nothing happens. Instead you and Dr.Radcliff spend the next couple of hours making small talk. There are certainly worse ways you could be making money, you think to yourself during a lull in the conversation.Selecting the highest level of tests on the list, curious what sort of massive change they may cause, you feel an apprehensive bubble of worry in your gut, the concern only slightly tapered by the realization that they’re unlikely to let anything too horrid happen to you as they intend to auction you off. Taking a seat on the dentists' style chair as directed to by Dr.Radcliff, you watch as he opens the cabinet, rummaging through it noisily.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Sex Scenes/NakedLabTest.png]]</div>
Returning, he explains calmly, <span class="male">"Just a single serum to test on you. Very exciting stuff. We very rarely get anyone willing to give our most interesting and experimental work a chance, so I have to admit I’m extremely happy with your choice today. I can’t say exactly what effect you’ll see, as I’ve picked the sample randomly to ensure the test is properly valid, however, what I can say is that all of the formulas of this classification are immensely potent, leading to full body changes and sometimes even influencing the subject’s personality. Chances are, you’ll walk out of here significantly different to how you are now, though also much richer than you started and you’ll have greatly assisted in the advance of science too"</span>.
Not giving you a chance to enquire, he <<print either("levels his hand in your direction, letting you see the ray-gun like device he’s holding. With a flash of bright light emanating from the end, you’re pretty sure that the testing has begun","quickly jabs you in the arm with a hypodermic gun, causing you to flinch at the stinging feeling. The look on his face hints he may be a tad regretful of his choice to be so direct", "pours a brightly coloured mixture from a beaker in his hand into your mouth. Coughing and spluttering a little from the sudden assault, you notice that the mysterious liquid actually tastes rather nice");>>.
The test now administered, all you can do now is wait to see if anything happens.
<<set $random = random(1,10)>><<if $random==1>><<include [[Lab Testing Job Extreme Bimbo]]>><<elseif $random==2>><<include [[Lab Testing Job Extreme Cat Girl]]>><<elseif $random==3>><<include [[Lab Testing Job Extreme Bunny Girl]]>><<elseif $random==4>><<include [[Lab Testing Job Extreme Cow Girl]]>><<elseif $random==5>><<include [[Lab Testing Job Extreme Robot]]>><<elseif $random==6>><<include [[Lab Testing Job Extreme Demon]]>><<elseif $random==7>><<include [[Lab Testing Job Extreme Dragon]]>><<elseif $random==8>><<include [[Lab Testing Job Extreme Cute Red]]>><<elseif $random==9>><<include [[Lab Testing Job Extreme Big Brunette]]>><<elseif $random==10>><<include [[Lab Testing Job Extreme Nothing Happens]]>><</if>>
At the end of your time, Dr.Radcliff signs off the form he’s been filling out throughout your tests and clips it further back within the confines of his clipboard. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" || $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>Handing you back your clothes,<<else>>Everything complete,<</if>> he smiles effusively practically hopping on the spot in excitement and tells you that you’ve done a wonderful job today for science and that he couldn’t be any prouder of you, going so far to suggest you come and visit him in his lab at some point socially.
As you leave, a familiar monotone voice chimes, <span class="neutral">"Trainee $firstName has been awarded 600 G.G.P for assisting scientific research"</span>.
Your job here complete, you <a data-passage="Travel Back">travel back to your room</a>.You sit nervously fidgeting, nothing else to do but worry about what horribly extensive change is going to happen to you. As the minutes roll by though, you begin to wonder if anything is going to happen at all. By the thirty minute mark, you still haven’t seen any results and Dr.Radcliff seems to be getting anxious. Looking over at him, tapping his shoe and re-reading the clipboard for the twentieth time, you clear your throat.
<span class="male">"Something should have happened by now if the serum was active. That one should have been active, the only thing I can think of is that someone has sabotaged my work. Though, maybe you have some sort of natural resistance. Oh well, I guess there's nothing we can do about that now, we still got to do some research. I suppose we can just have a sit down until then, maybe chat a bit"</span>, he responds, once again more to himself than directed at you.
So, in the end nothing happens. Instead you and Dr.Radcliff spend the next couple of hours making small talk. There are certainly worse ways you could be making money, you think to yourself during a lull in the conversation.Accepting to do some of the special promo-girl work for Club B, you notice the gleeful and suggestive grin plastered across Tony B’s face as he eyes you up with a great deal of obvious lust. Turning you over to the current shift manager with a lengthy ‘good luck’ grope of your <<checkAss>> ass, you’re left with the giggly blonde who joyfully drags you off towards the staff changing room, pulling a few of the other promo girls with her.
The gaggle of merry bimbos surrounding you, they shower you with praise as they run their hands over you, making suggestive comments about how enjoyable body-painting you is going to be. While the shift manager gathers the required paints and sprayers, you’re subject to a very thorough inspection, <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>the other club workers divesting you of your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear in a frenzy, allowing them to ogle you unabated<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>the other club workers divesting you of your $currentClothing in a frenzy, allowing them to ogle you unabated<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>the other club workers divesting you of your $currentUnderwear in a frenzy, allowing them to ogle you unabated<<else>>the other club workers being extremely appreciative of your complete lack of clothing, allowing them to ogle you unabated<</if>>. Returning, supplies in hand, the slightly less ditzy looking shift boss begins directing the others on how to prepare you, describing to them a design a lot like the standard promo-girl bikini’s, albeit painted upon you.
It takes a little while to get done properly, painting your prodigious <<checkBreast>> boobs, and delicate feminine curves with precise movements. Their task complete, the bimbos gasp in awe at your hot body, clearly in awe of your sexy paint-job. Meanwhile, the manager is more concerned with figuring out what you’ll be working on today, offering you a long list of fun tasks to take up your time. Of course, in the end she suggests that it’ll probably be best to just keep juggling you between jobs, so you can try them all out and have a few breaks thrown in, but she assures you that you look amazing and that there’s no doubt all of the club’s patrons will be vying for your attention.
Over the course of your work shift, you find yourself assigned to more showy tasks, not spending too much time bartending or waitressing. Instead they have you handing out flyers, hanging out with VIP clients, dancing, and even spending time as part of Tony B’s entourage of attractive girls, some of whom seem also to be employees. You do note, however, that they largely make sure that your time is spent with important guests, even the time you spend handing out flyers in front of the club is done at times when rich and influential looking people walk by, as if you’re being used as a sort of strategized lure.
Largely, everything is a lot of fun, and much less tiring than the normal promo-girl work, what with you sitting or dancing with specific people rather than just generally doing bar work. In fact, you barely notice that you’re naked, so comfortable are you, only being reminded of the fact by the regular adoring compliments by those interacting with you. However, one incident really stands out during your current shift.
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<<set $random = random(1,3)>><<if $random==1>><<include [[Club B Job Exhib 1]]>><<elseif $random==2>><<include [[Club B Job Exhib 2]]>><<elseif $random==3>><<include [[Club B Job Exhib 3]]>><</if>>Dancing in the middle of the dance floor with a group of mixed guests, a spot-light tracking you as you put on a special show for your gathering of visitors. That’s when your clients starting descending into an open orgy, energized by your sexy dancing. Spurring much of the other revellers into similar display of lust-filled debauchery, you watched on with aroused awe.
<<include [[Club B Job Exhib End]]>><<set $timesVaginallyFucked += 1>><<set $timesYourPussyLicked += 1>>Deciding to not only accept his offer, but see if he’s willing to go a step further, the idea of letting the older man do even more intimate body shots off you <<if $bimboSkill > 0>>runs through your mind, causing you to giggle at how fun and naughty it will be to suggest it<<else>>coming to your mind, sounding like it could be fun and maybe even get you a bigger tip<</if>>. Smiling at him, you cheerily reply, <<if $bimboSkill >0>><span class="bimbo">"Yay! Of course, Sir! We can do lots of tasty body shots, and make sure you have an amazing visit to Club B! I was thinking, that like, maybe we could do something a little dirtier than that though! We could really make this a visit to remember if you’d like"</span><<else>><span class="player">"Yes sir! We can do some body shots if you’d like. Maybe we could even go a bit further? It could be really exciting to give it a try"</span><</if>>, positioning yourself into what you hope looks like a seductive pose, hoping to really impress your important client.
Grinning victoriously, the mature gentleman nods, <span class="male">"Wow sweetheart! I love the way you think! I was going to suggest that we could have one of my girls pour the tequila into your bellybutton, run the line of salt up between your boobs, and then have you hold the lime slice in your mouth. But, if you want to try something more extreme how about I drink it from your pussy instead. You have to press your thighs together, but that cute little pubic triangle works as a good spot too. Then who knows, we can just play it all by ear and see what sounds fun"</span>. Putting the bottle of tequila to one side, you watch as he hands off the salt pot and collection of limes to one of his large entourage of giggling beauties.
<<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>Not wanting to get your $currentClothing or your $currentUnderwear stained, you slowly remove them, giving everyone a short racy show as you do<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>Not wanting to get your $currentClothing stained, you slowly remove them, giving everyone a short racy show as you do <<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>Not wanting to get your $currentUnderwear stained, you slowly remove them, giving everyone a short racy show as you do <<else>>Not having to waste any time to get undressed, you quickly strike a few poses, showing off your hot body<</if>>. Ready as you’ll ever be, you clamber your way up onto the bar, slightly glad that you’ve only just finished wiping it down. Lying neatly across the surface of the bar counter, you watch as the girl who received the salt and limes begins to get them ready, gathering together a lime segment and a spoon full of salt. Carefully, she runs a trail of salt all the way up from just above your pussy, ending in between your <<checkBreast>> breasts, the tiny trickle barely perceptible. When she’s finally happy that she’s done the job good enough, she proceeds to take the lime segment and place it your mouth back-to-front, ready to be taken by her friend to finish off his shot. Taking a brief break to kiss you warmly on the cheek, she whispers dirty comments in your ears, telling you how turned on she is from getting you ready.
Meanwhile, the VIP client has climbed his way up onto the bar too, now straddling your ankles. Beaming down at you, he hands the bottle off to his friendly helper, the rest of his friends closing in around you. Confidently, he flashes you a reassuring wink as the girl begins to pour the cold liquor into the natural bowl created by the triangle of your pressed together thighs and your already wet cunt, causing you to tingle coolly in your sensitive and intimate regions. <<if $penis>>Meanwhile she takes hold of your <<checkPenis>> penis, holding it out of the way.<</if>>
Not wasting any time, he bends down, slurping up the shot, his tongue swirling around delving deeper, a concerted effort made to dip his tongue into your silken folds, which you receive with an appreciative groan. It feels amazing, and you wonder if maybe you’ve gotten a slight contact buzz from the tequila that had run into your pussy, feeling slightly warm and light headed.
The tequila now imbibed, he takes one last parting lick across your throbbing clit, before he moves onto running his wet pink tongue up your stomach, rapidly trying to dull the taste of the tequila with the salt. It’s not as great as when he was going down on you, but it tickles a lot more, so much so that you almost drop the lime segment from between your teeth as you let out a short giggle.
Spurred on by your reactions, he bends forward even further, practically lying on top of you. Now face to face, you can see that he’s aroused by all of this, his sizable cock poking into your sensitive pussy lips. It’s also at this point that you finally realize his fly is open, his bulbous head of his dick massaging your feminine lips. Slipping on hand behind your head to better support you, he locks lips with you, skilfully taking the lime with his tongue. The action is both strangely sensual, and intimate, all at the same time, passionately making out with the man, restricted by the presence of the sour fruit, and practically fucking on the top of the bar.
Pulling back, he takes out the lime. You expect that he’ll either get up for another shot at this point, or maybe call it a day, however, what he does catches you by surprise. Instead, he leans back forward, his warm moist tongue mingling with your own. Your cunt by now is on fire with need, but the addition of tasting the combination of lime, salt and alcohol on him sends your lust even higher, causing you to buck needy-ly up against him, managing to grind your sensitive folds just a little. Amused he pulls back, but not for long.
Sensing that you’re more than up for doing something more, you let out a gasp of excitement as your client spears your tight hot cunt with his long and girthy dick. Wet squelches mark your frenzied rutting, the two of you passionately kissing each other as you do. Your partner might be an older gentleman, but that certainly doesn’t seem to be slowing him down, his firm thrusts stretching you in the most wonderful way as he powerfully fucks you. Further, so wrapped up in your own pleasure are you, that you completely forget that all of this is taking part in public, worse, at your workplace.
Loving every moment, the suited form of the man rubbing roughly against your <<checkSkin>> skin<<if $penis>> and your needy cock<</if>>, only increasing your passionate enthusiasm. Everything in a haze, you feel your body finally peak in orgasm, your needy cunt spasming happily around his hard rod whilst you moan happily into his mouth. It seems like this was what he was waiting for, as it doesn’t take much more effort for him to unload his cum deep within you, the wet heat causing you to smile goofily in response, your thoughts still not full in focus from the overload of amazing sensation.
After you both recover, you drink a little more together, just enjoying each other’s company. It’s nice and having someone who just gave you such a powerful orgasm complimenting and flirting with you is rather flattering. Eventually, however, he needs to leave, telling you sweetly, <span class="male">You’ve been amazing sweetheart, truly wonderful. But, I need to head off to an important meeting. You just made my month, if not my year! I think spending time with you might have actually made me ten years younger. You’re really something special, and I hope the club understands how lucky they are to have you. I’ll have a generous tip added to your pay packet, after how great you were back there you deserve it. I hope this isn’t the last time we do this"</span>.
Giving you a passionate kiss, the gentleman gets up from where you were sitting, regrouping with his gaggle of cute girls. They soon after leave, the bar’s shift manger giving you ample opportunity to clean up in the workers changing room. Looking back at what happened, you’re glad that you suggested going further. Not only did he leave you a big tip, but you had an amazing orgasm to go along with it. Just thinking about it all starts turning you on all over again, but for now there’s work to be done.
<<if !$bimboJobExhib>><<set $random = random(1,3)>><<if $random==1>><<include[[Club B Job Bimbo Exhib Offer]]>><</if>><</if>><<include [[Club B Job Bimbo End]]>>Assigned to Tony B, you sit with him drinking and partying. All the while he fields multiple visitors who come and see him, many of whom ask him for favours. Striking a number of deals, some of which don’t sound entirely legal, you’re almost surprised by the skilful way the club owner uses you to distract his clients. Leveraging your sexy looks as a tool, he manages to come away with some amazing deals.
<<include [[Club B Job Exhib End]]>>Handing out flyers you managed to attract the attention of a visiting politician. Standing outside the entrance to Club B you went the extra mile to impress him, showing off your sexy feminine assets, and even making out with a few passers-by.
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As your shift finally starts coming to an end, you find yourself sitting with Tony B, lazily waiting around and drinking snuggled up with one of his other girls. Beginning to feel tired, as the late end of your shift comes you hope that you’ll get to have a proper sit down somewhere a little quieter, completely partied out for the moment, even if the music is super great.
With a quick nudge, contacting squarely against one of your bare <<checkBreast>> tits, Tony B laughs with feigned surprise at his <i>accidental</i> slip, <span class="male">"You look like you’re going to drop off any minute, my special little naughty painted slut. Your shift here is about up, so I thought I’d be a gentleman and let you sort out your pay stuff with one of my tablets, rather than having to mess about behind the bar. You did good today, like a sexy bimbo princess, tending to her kingdom, was fucking golden. Anyway, you’re fine by me to clock off early, get yourself a nap if you need one, you earned it $firstName"</span>, to which he hands you a rather standard facility tablet from a small concealed cupboard from beneath his seat.
Finally, your shift comes to an end, heralded by the familiar monotone voice of Alice announcing you earnings from the newly received tablet<<set $earnings = 500>><<if $currentClothing == "Club B Promo Girl Bikini">><<set $earnings += 150>><</if>><<set $ggp += $earnings>><hr><b>Earnings Report – Special Promo Girl</b>
You worked a full shift as a special promo girl: G.G.P + 500<<if $currentClothing == "Club B Promo Girl Bikini">><br><br>Bonus for wearing promotional outfit to work: G.G.P + 150<</if>>
Overall earned G.G.P = $earnings
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With your pay received you give a small goodbye wave to your boss as he takes the opportunity to give you one last leering stare at your sizable breasts. Taking a slight detour to gather your things from the changing room, you leave the club and <a data-passage="Travel Back">travel back to your room</a>.Accepting to do some work waiting tables, you’re quickly assigned a number of tasks. The main of which this time, is to run between tables when they’re not being used and clean them for the club’s patrons. It turns out that the billing system is completely automated, so all you need to do is take the orders and make them. It’s mostly just picking up empty bottles and wiping down spills, but some of the bar staff take the opportunity to send you out with drinks orders now and again, as you’re already travelling in the general direction they need to be. You’re on your feet a lot, but it is kind of fun, dealing with all the brightly coloured alcohol behind the bar and listening to cheery pop music.
Your shift is rather uneventful for the most part, however, one moment does stand out from the rest. Near the end of your shift, one of the blonde large breasted bartenders owned by the club asks you, </span class="bimbo">"Hey cutie. You wouldn’t be able to do me like the biggest favour and take some drinks over to table three? We’re super swamped with customers over here, and we, like, can’t afford to have one of the bartenders bring it over. The guys seemed pretty rowdy, so I wouldn’t want to keep them waiting, you know"</span>, having to shout over both the music and the crowd currently swarming the bar.
Shrugging, you accept, it is part of your job after all. Though, the talk of them being ‘rowdy’ makes you slightly apprehensive about the request. Not having much else of an option, you take the tray of beer bottles and a cloth to wipe things up, pressing your way through the crowd of revellers in your search for table three.
The search doesn’t take long, as the club’s clients are pretty well behaved today, most of them getting out of your way when the see the heavily laden tray you carry. As they separate out, you spot exactly what you’re looking for, a booth filled with seven or eight already drunk looking men, laughing and roughhousing with each other, likely on some sort of celebratory day out. Not wanting to be around them longer than you have to, you start placing the icy cold beer bottles down in front of them, much to their delight. Cheering and whooping at the arrival of more alcohol, they seem in good spirits, though one of them has a rather sly grin on his face.
You’re just giving the table a quick wipe for spills, having already placed the empty bottles that lay strewn before them on your tray, when the grinning man begins to upturn his beer onto the table. His friends at first start to get angry and frustrated with him, before all of a sudden, they break out into laughter. The men looking at you expectantly, you begin to mop up the spill in earnest, not liking the direction this interaction is taking. Your bar cloth now a lot damper, you finish cleaning up the drunk’s spill, and begin to leave.
However, before you make it two steps, one of the men calls back, <span class="male">"Hey! You! You missed a spot!"</span>, accompanied by another burst of glee from the group. Turning, you see that in front of him now, there exists a second pool of spilled alcohol, the men seemingly having turned having you clean up their antics their new fun game. And so, you spend the next ten minutes putting up with their laughter and mocking, wiping up practically the full amount of alcohol that you brought over in the first place. Worse, when they’re finally empty they actually have the nerve to ask you to bring another round over, and don’t even tip you for your efforts.<<if $lactationSkill >=3>><<set $ggp -= 100>><<else>><<set $ggp -= 500>><</if>>Finally arriving at your destination, you find yourself in the grimy industrial plaza. Looking around for the exact location of your training, you end up outside a large yet otherwise unremarkable doorway. Above the entrance a sign titled, <span class="neutral">"Industrial Dairy"</span>, marks the businesses purpose, the smell of milk and machinery heavy in the air.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Signs/Dairy.png]]</div>
Heading through the large, open, entrance way, you enter a large loading room. Heavy looking metal urns of milk wait around on transport carts, ready to be shipped out, and you hear muffled moans in the distance. The room otherwise is rather clinical and clean, tiled walls, and metal flooring. The only thing that really stands out is a small office with a window to one side, inside which sits a man wearing blue latex gloves, and a white lab coat style jacket. He looks relatively well groomed, though his short, rusty, bearded, and slightly unkempt red hair give you the feeling that he doesn't take much time maintaining his appearance. Coming out to greet you, <<if visited("Industrial Dairy") || visited("Lactation Training Lesson") || visited("Industrial Dairy")>>the human milk farmer you know as Henry approaches<<else>>the dairy supervisor approaches<</if>>.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/HenryLarge.png]]</div>
<<if visited() <=1>><span class="male">"Right. Hey. <<if visited("Industrial Dairy") || visited("Industrial Dairy Job Start")>>Good to see you again, glad that you’re taking your interest in lactation seriously by signing up for further training. You’ll make top gradings with that sort of attitude<<else>>Nice to meet you. I’m Henry, and I’m the current supervisor for the dairy. We’re an industrial scale human milk farm owned in large part by the facility<</if>>. My records have you down as here for some standard training in further developing your lactation skills. A lot of hucows start out thinking that lactating and getting milked is all there is to it, but there’s a lot of extra work and effort you can put in to ensure that your production is improved in both quantity and quality. I’m going to be running you through some of those methods in a moment, but first you’ll need to get cleaned up. Health and safety concerns mean we have to have you naked and fully showered before we can do anything milking related. Follow me and I’ll take you to the changing rooms"</span><<elseif $lactationSkill >=3>><span class="male">"Right. Hey. Good to see you again, glad that you’re taking your interest in lactation seriously by coming back for more training. You’re so well trained that if we ever got hold of you for the dairy, then you’d likely end up as a mascot rather than part of the standard herd. You’re really something special you know. My records have you down for some more extensive training today. I’m not sure how much the extra techniques should help your lactation output and quality, seeing as you’re already so well trained, but going over things again can’t hurt at least. Standard procedure as always, going to need you to get cleaned up first. Follow me and I’ll take you to the changing rooms"</span><<else>><span class="male">"Right. Hey. Good to see you again, glad that you’re taking your interest in lactation seriously by coming back for more training. You’ll make top cattle grades with that sort of attitude. My records have you down for some more extensive training today. The extra techniques should help your lactation output and quality a lot if you keep up with them. Standard procedure as always, going to need you to get cleaned up first. Follow me and I’ll take you to the changing rooms"</span><</if>>, the supervisor explains to you, his thick countryside accent making him slightly hard to understand.
Following his lead, you pass through a side corridor from the general production floor, heading further into the dairy. Finding yourself escorted into a small changing room complete with showers, Henry waits outside for you to get ready. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>Thankfully, you don’t have to make your supervisor wait long as you're already naked<</if>>. Understanding the stringent sanitation rules which cover the dairy, you additionally give yourself a through showering, hoping that your results are up to the man’s expectations.
Though, it seems your worries were for nothing, as upon seeing you Henry only gives you an acknowledging nod, making no comment on your nude and freshly showered form. Instead, he just continues to usher you towards another door, this time labelled, <span class="neutral">"Training Room 1"</span>. Gently steered towards it, you pass through the entrance and [[into the training room|Lactation Training Lesson]].<<if $lactationSkill == 0>><<include [[Lactation Training Trained]]>><<elseif $lactationSkill == 1>><<include [[Lactation Training Expert]]>><<elseif $lactationSkill == 2>><<include [[Lactation Training Master]]>><<else>><<set $random = random(1,3)>><<if $random == 1>><<include [[Lactation Training Extra 1]]>><<elseif $random == 2>><<include [[Lactation Training Extra 2]]>><<elseif $random == 3>><<include [[Lactation Training Extra 3]]>><</if>><</if>>
The training session complete, Henry takes you back into the changing room to wash and get ready. Taking a moment to compose yourself, you <a data-passage="Travel Back">travel back to your room</a>.<<set $lactationSkill += 1>>Now inside the training room, your first impression of its contents is just how sterile everything feels. The muted colour tones of the whole dairy had given you a similar impression, but this room really epitomizes that sanitized industrial aesthetic. The floor is comprised of rubber mats, tiles, and the occasional small drain here or there. The walls meanwhile are tiled to about halfway up, before being just white painted concrete from that point onwards. Most of all, the room looks incredibly easy to clean, almost all of the surfaces being waterproof to some extent.
Further, the room seems to be set up for only a single training target at a time, containing but a single configurable metal pipe frame, complete with a number of restraining straps. Looking at it, you get the feeling that you’ll very soon be experiencing it, but for now you continue to observe your surroundings. Additional contents of the room include: a hose, a large screen on one wall, several large metal cabinets, a small movable trough-like tray, a bucket, and an oddly out of place wooden stool.
Henry’s hand on your shoulder, you’re guided over towards the strange assortments of metal pipes, him giving you distinct yet gentle prods until he’s finally happy with your position. On your hands and knees, draped over the frame so that it partially supports your weight, you find that the position is strangely comfortable, the rubber coated mat that you’re kneeling on feeling soft beneath you. Taking a moment to buckle the straps so you’re bound in place, Henry gives you a reassuring pat on your <<checkAss>> bum, nodding approvingly that his job restraining you is complete. Wandering away for a moment out of view, the dairy manager soon returns with the wooden stool, a bucket, and some sort of remote.
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<span class="male">"Good. You’re behaving very well so far, it’s a good attitude to take. Seeing as this is your first training session we’re just going to go through some basics. I have an informational video to show you, and I’m going to go over some simple massages you can apply to your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest. Though, honestly, they are probably more effective if you have breasts<<else>>breasts<</if>>. If you keep up with all the basics regarding proper care and management for your nipples and lactation ducts, then you should see a decent improvement in your <<checkLactationType>> yield. That’s everything, so let’s get started"</span>, explains Henry as he places the bucket underneath your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> boobs<</if>>.
Seeing your confused expression, Henry adds, <span class="male">"Right. The bucket is for catching any stray <<checkLactationType>>. <<if $lactating>>Wouldn’t want to cause a mess, even if this place is easy to clean<<else>>I know you’re not lactating, but it’s possible we could induce minor lactation with proper massage. It also should help get you used to this sort of situation, which will keep you less stressed in the future<</if>>"</span>.
Setting the stool up next to you, the red-headed man takes a seat. Playing with the controller, the large screen in front of you springs to life, a slightly old-fashioned looking video taking up your focus. Presented by a female scientist wearing glasses and a lab coat, it’s not terribly interesting, mostly covering extremely simple instructions such as avoiding harm to your chest, trying to keep at least relatively clean, and going to see a doctor if at any point you experience odd <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>>breast<</if>> or nipple pains. The scientist presenting it, occasionally taking breaks to show you sections from various dairies, both those with traditional cows, and those specializing in human dairy, though the latter seem to be much rarer from the way she talks about them.
Meanwhile, Henry has taken to slowly and gently massaging your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> boobs<</if>> his touch so delicate that it takes you a while to realize that he’s even doing it, locked into the restraining frame as you are. It feels really nice, and you can’t help but let out distracted little moans every now and again<<if $lactating>>, tiny pitter-pattering sounds coming to your ears as stray beads of <<checkLactationType>> drop into the bottom of the bucket beneath you<</if>>. Turning your head to look at the man, he doesn’t seem particularly interested in what he’s doing, no visible signs of arousal that you can see. Instead, he just nods his head in the direction of the screen, kowtowing you back into watching the rather dull video.
It all becomes one big relaxing haze, the massage really doing a good job in making you feel drowsy, but eventually you feel the unyielding hands of Henry unhitching you and standing you up. Giving you a good look over, he carefully checks you over, making sure to massage your joints that had stiffened from being held in position over the frame. In particular, he inspects your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> breasts<</if>> and your <<checkNipple>> nipples, making sure that they aren’t overly sore or in any way damaged, giving an approving, <span class="male">"All done. Good job"</span>, to signify that everything is done. <<set $lactationSkill += 1>>Now inside the training room, your impression of its contents is once again just how sterile everything feels. The muted colour tones of the whole dairy have given you a similar impression previously, but this room seems to epitomize that sanitized industrial aesthetic. The floor is comprised of rubber mats, tiles, and the occasional small drain here or there. The walls meanwhile are tiled to about halfway up, before being just white painted concrete from that point onwards. Most of all, the room looks incredibly easy to clean, almost all of the surfaces being waterproof to some extent.
Further, the room seems to be set up for only a single training target at a time, containing but a single configurable metal pipe frame, complete with a number of restraining straps that you remember from your previous visit. Looking at it, you get the feeling that you’ll very soon be experiencing it again, but for now you continue to observe your surroundings. Additional contents of the room include: a hose, a large screen on one wall, several large metal cabinets, a small movable trough-like tray, a bucket, and an oddly out of place wooden stool.
Henry’s hand on your shoulder, you’re guided over towards the strange restraining pipes, him giving you distinct yet gentle prods until he’s finally happy with your position. On your hands and knees, draped over the frame so that it partially supports your weight, you find that the position is strangely comfortable, the rubber coated mat that you’re kneeling on feeling soft beneath you. Taking a moment to buckle the straps so you’re bound in place, Henry gives you a reassuring pat on your <<checkAss>> bum, nodding approvingly that his job restraining you is complete. Wandering away for a moment out of view, the dairy manager soon returns with the wooden stool, a bucket, the small metal trough-like object, and a full looking burlap sack. Of course, due to the number of objects, he has to make multiple trips, bringing the sack and the trough last of all.
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<span class="male">"Great. You seem to be getting used to the milking rack with these visits, it’s a good attitude to take, as it’s something that spooks some of the newly acquired herd members. Seeing as you already know the basics from last time, this time we’re going to go through something a little more complicated. I have some special food for you to eat, and I’m going to go over some more complicated massages you can apply to your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest. Though, honestly, once again they are probably more effective if you have breasts<<else>>breasts<</if>>. If you keep up with all of the diet changes, along with regularly practicing the massages, then you should see a decent improvement in your <<checkLactationType>> yield. That’s everything, so let’s get started"</span>, explains Henry as he places the bucket underneath your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> boobs<</if>>. That done, he also proceeds to place the metal trough in front of your face, adjusting its height so that it’s within reach of your mouth.
Seeing your confused expression, Henry adds, <span class="male">"Right. The bucket is for catching any stray <<checkLactationType>> like last time. <<if $lactating>>Wouldn’t want to cause a mess, even if this place is easy to clean<<else>>I know you’re not lactating, but it’s possible we could induce minor lactation with proper massage. It also should help get you used to this sort of situation, which will keep you less stressed in the future<</if>>. Meanwhile, the trough is for your food. I can’t let you out of the restraining rack during training sessions, and hand feeding you might be considered unsanitary in the eyes of the health and safety inspectors. That leaves our only option as the trough or to strap a feedbag around your ears. It might seem a little daft, but it won’t do you any harm, and it’ll get you into the hucow mindset"</span>.
Setting the stool up next to you, the red-headed man first pours out the contents of the burlap sack into the trough before you, being careful not to get any of it in your face. That done, he takes his seat, waiting for you to start eating before he continues any further.
Eyeing up your ‘meal’, you think you recognize what it’s comprised of, your eyes running across a combination of oats and something that looks reminiscent of grass. Taking a tentative sniff too, it doesn’t smell bad, instead having an earthy fresh smell to it that practically screams of its healthiness. It feels weird to do, but you did pay for this training, so you dip your face down as much as you can, taking a small mouthful of the mixture, trying to pick up more oats than grass. Again, it doesn’t taste bad, but neither does it taste particularly good either. It’s all rather bland, but you have the feeling it’s probably extremely nutritious, and it does make sense that good nutrition would likely help your <<checkLactationType>> production. Once he realizes that you’re being cooperative, the ginger dairy farmer chuckles approvingly, patting your head in such a way that you oddly feel extremely proud of your actions.
Waiting a little longer, Henry starts to slowly and gently massaging your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> boobs<</if>> his touch so delicate that it takes you a while to realize that he’s even doing it, locked into the restraining frame as you are. It feels really nice, and you can’t help but let out distracted little moans every now and again<<if $lactating>>, tiny pitter-pattering sounds coming to your ears as stray beads of <<checkLactationType>> drop into the bottom of the bucket beneath you<</if>>. Turning your head to look at the man, he doesn’t seem particularly interested in what he’s doing, no visible signs of arousal that you can see. Instead, he just nods his head in the direction of your meal, kowtowing you back into slowly eating the nutritious oats.
It all becomes one big relaxing haze, the combination of the massage and the food really doing a good job in making you feel drowsy, but eventually you feel the unyielding hands of Henry unhitching you and standing you up. Giving you a good look over, he carefully checks you over, making sure to massage your joints that had stiffened from being held in position over the frame. In particular, he inspects your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> breasts<</if>> and your <<checkNipple>> nipples, making sure that they aren’t overly sore or in any way damaged, giving an approving, <span class="male">"All done. Good job"</span>, to signify that everything is done.<<set $lactationSkill += 1>>Now inside the training room, your impression of its contents is once again just how sterile everything feels. The muted colour tones of the whole dairy have given you a similar impression previously, but this room seems to epitomize that sanitized industrial aesthetic. The floor is comprised of rubber mats, tiles, and the occasional small drain here or there. The walls meanwhile are tiled to about halfway up, before being just white painted concrete from that point onwards. Most of all, the room looks incredibly easy to clean, almost all of the surfaces being waterproof to some extent. Weirdly, it all feels somewhat comforting, the familiarity making you feel warm and cared for.
Further, the room seems to be set up for only a single training target at a time, containing but a single configurable metal pipe frame, complete with a number of restraining straps that you remember from your previous visit. Looking at it, you get the feeling that you’ll very soon be experiencing it again, but for now you continue to observe your surroundings. Additional contents of the room include: a hose, a large screen on one wall, several large metal cabinets, a small movable trough-like tray, a bucket, and an oddly out of place wooden stool.
Henry’s hand on your shoulder, you’re guided over towards the strange restraining pipes, him giving you distinct yet gentle prods until he’s finally happy with your position. On your hands and knees, draped over the frame so that it partially supports your weight, you find that the position is strangely comfortable, the rubber coated mat that you’re kneeling on feeling soft beneath you. Taking a moment to decide, in the end he decides not to buckle the straps this time, leaving you unbound, Henry gives you a reassuring pat on your <<checkAss>> bum, nodding approvingly at his decision. Wandering away for a moment out of view, the dairy manager soon returns with the wooden stool, the bucket, and the remote once again.
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<span class="male">"Great. You seem to be getting used to the milking rack with these visits, so much so that I’m happy to let you go without the restraints today. You’ve been good so far, so make sure to keep that up and stay still for me. Seeing as you already know a fair amount from last time, this time we’re going to go through some of the last few things you need to know. I have a bit of a video for you to watch, and I’m going to go over the last of the complicated massages you can apply to your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest. Though, honestly, once again they are probably more effective if you have breasts<<else>>breasts<</if>>. Really, today's session is more about teaching you how to sleep and relax like this, so you can manage longer sessions without cramps, and get more restful sleep. If you keep up with the alterations to how you sleep, all of the diet changes, and you regularly practice the massages I’ve taught you, then you should see a huge improvement in your <<checkLactationType>> yield. That’s everything, so let’s get started"</span>, explains Henry as he places the bucket underneath your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> boobs<</if>>.
Setting the stool up next to you, the red-headed man turns on the screen, the female scientist from the first video appearing before you once more. This time she does a lot less talking, instead playing little videos of happy looking hucows in various milking environments, all to the accompaniment of soothing music. It’s really relaxing, and it’s good to see so many smiling faces from all those milking slaves, a great relief sweeping over you as you realize that becoming a permanent hucow can still be a nice life. More than anything though, the sleepiness of all the cute hucows seems to be infectious, provoking a set of large yawns to come over you, one of which to your embarrassment sounds too close for comfort to a mooing cow.
Meanwhile, Henry has started to slowly and gently massage your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> boobs<</if>> his touch so delicate that it takes you a while to realize that he’s even doing it, draped over the restraining frame as you are. It feels really nice, and you can’t help but let out distracted little moans every now and again<<if $lactating>>, tiny pitter-pattering sounds coming to your ears as stray beads of <<checkLactationType>> drop into the bottom of the bucket beneath you<</if>>. Turning your head to look at the man, he doesn’t seem particularly interested in what he’s doing, no visible signs of arousal that you can see. Instead, he just nods his head in the direction of the screen, kowtowing you back into lazily watching the sleep-inducing video.
…
Falling asleep from a combination of the video and of Henry doing a really good job at relaxing you with his massage, you eventually wake up as you feel the unyielding hands of Henry gently stirring you from your slumber. Giving you a good look over, he carefully checks you over, making sure to massage your joints that had stiffened from being held in position over the frame. In particular, he inspects your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> breasts<</if>> and your <<checkNipple>> nipples, making sure that they aren’t overly sore or in any way damaged, giving an approving, <span class="male">"All done. Good job. Think that’s basically everything we can teach you. But, if you want to come by for a top-up session some time, don’t hesitate, you’re a truly remarkable hucow, and you’d make an exceptional member of our herd if you ever decide that’s what you want"</span>, his usually neutral expression now one beaming with pride. Now inside the training room, your impression of its contents is once again just how sterile everything feels. The muted colour tones of the whole dairy have given you a similar impression previously, but this room seems to epitomize that sanitized industrial aesthetic. The floor is comprised of rubber mats, tiles, and the occasional small drain here or there. The walls meanwhile are tiled to about halfway up, before being just white painted concrete from that point onwards. Most of all, the room looks incredibly easy to clean, almost all of the surfaces being waterproof to some extent. Weirdly, it all feels somewhat comforting, the familiarity making you feel warm and cared for.
Further, the room seems to be set up for only a single training target at a time, containing but a single configurable metal pipe frame, complete with a number of restraining straps that you remember from your previous visit. Looking at it, you get the feeling that you’ll very soon be experiencing it again, but for now you continue to observe your surroundings. Additional contents of the room include: a hose, a large screen on one wall, several large metal cabinets, a small movable trough-like tray, a bucket, and an oddly out of place wooden stool.
Henry’s hand on your shoulder, you’re guided over towards the strange restraining pipes, him giving you distinct yet gentle prods until he’s finally happy with your position. On your hands and knees, draped over the frame so that it partially supports your weight, you find that the position is strangely comfortable, the rubber coated mat that you’re kneeling on feeling soft beneath you. Taking a moment to decide, in the end he decides not to buckle the straps this time, leaving you unbound, Henry gives you a reassuring pat on your <<checkAss>> bum, nodding approvingly at his decision. Wandering away for a moment out of view, the dairy manager soon returns with the wooden stool, the bucket, and the remote once again.
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<span class="male">"Great. Well, seeing as you’re already fully trained as much as we can teach you, today we’re just going to go through some basics. I have an informational video to show you, and I’m going to go over some simple massages you can apply to your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest. Though, honestly, they are probably more effective if you have breasts<<else>>breasts<</if>>. As you already know, if you keep up with all the basics regarding proper care and management for your nipples and lactation ducts, then you should see a decent improvement in your <<checkLactationType>> yield. Really, I’m aiming for this session to be something nice and relaxing for you than anything else. That’s everything, so let’s get started"</span>, explains Henry as he places the bucket underneath your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> boobs<</if>>.
Setting the stool up next to you, the red-headed man takes a seat. Playing with the controller, the large screen in front of you springs to life, a slightly old-fashioned looking video taking up your focus. Presented by a female scientist wearing glasses and a lab coat, it’s not too interesting, but strangely comforting in its own way. Mostly covering extremely simple instructions such as avoiding harm to your chest, trying to keep at least relatively clean, and going to see a doctor if at any point you experience odd <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>>breast<</if>> or nipple pains, all of which you already know. The scientist presenting it, occasionally taking breaks to show you sections from various dairies, both those with traditional cows, and those specializing in human dairy, though the latter seem to be much rarer from the way she talks about them. These parts in particular are great, and make you feel amazingly relaxed as they play.
Meanwhile, Henry has taken to slowly and gently massaging your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> boobs<</if>> his touch so delicate that it takes you a while to realize that he’s even doing it, draped over the restraining frame as you are. It feels really nice, and you can’t help but let out distracted little moans every now and again, one of which to your combined embarrassment and amusement sounds a little too close for comfort to a mooing cow<<if $lactating>>. Such thoughts are, however, broken by the tiny pitter-pattering sounds coming to your ears as stray beads of <<checkLactationType>> drop into the bottom of the bucket beneath you<</if>>. Turning your head to look at the man, he doesn’t seem particularly interested in what he’s doing, no visible signs of arousal that you can see. Instead, he just nods his head in the direction of the screen, Instead, he just nods his head in the direction of your screen, reminding you why you're here.
It all becomes one big relaxing haze, the massage really doing a good job in making you feel drowsy, but eventually you feel the unyielding hands of Henry rouse you back to full awareness and stand you up. Giving you a good look over, he carefully checks you over, making sure to massage your joints that had stiffened from being held in position over the frame. In particular, he inspects your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> breasts<</if>> and your <<checkNipple>> nipples, making sure that they aren’t overly sore or in any way damaged, giving an approving, <span class="male">"All done. Good job as always. Was nice to see you again. If you want to come by for any more top-up sessions some time, don’t hesitate, you’re a truly remarkable hucow, and you’d make an exceptional member of our herd if you ever decide that’s what you want"</span>, his usually neutral expression now one beaming with pride.As you pass through the main shopping hub, you spot something that catches your attention. Off to one side, you notice a small commotion going on between a pretty normal looking man with a chained and collared slave-girl, and a man in a leather vest with a large briefcase in hand. The two men’s interactions seem to be in good spirit, albeit quite loud by all considerations. Though, from what you can see of the short red-headed girl she doesn’t seem to be so happy about whatever they’re talking about, an expression of shocked indignation plastered across her face.
It’s hard to get a good idea of what they’re talking about, but you do hear the word, <span class="male">"Tattoo"</span>, a few times.There’s likely nothing stopping you from ignoring them and getting on with your day. However, you could also [[stick around and watch whatever happens|Shopping Hub Slave Tattooing Main]].Deciding to listen in and watch whatever happens, your interest piqued by the two men’s exchange, you wander over to a nearby bench. Taking a seat, you listen closer to what they’re saying.
<span class="male">"… you sure about that? It’d knock her resale value down you know. Not that anyone who bought her couldn’t get it easily undone, but I’ve seen more than enough people come to me to have that sort of thing undone. I even have one guy who buys slaves like that cheap, because he knows how desperate the owners are for sales, then he brings them back to me. So, are you sure that you want her face tattooed?"</span>, explains the man in the leather vest calmly, his tone that of someone who’s exasperated with a client but trying to remain pleasant and genial.
The plain-clothed man who seems to be the customer in their dealing rubs his chin thoughtfully, eyeing up the girl he holds on a leash appraisingly, the ginger slave herself looking at him with a barely restrained fury. Shrugging, he answers, <span class="male">"You make a good point, but I think it’ll send a good message to my firecracker of a new girl. Having the word ‘Slave’ stamped on her forehead will really sink in the message that she’s not the one in control anymore. If only she’d behaved better, but the moment she tried to kick me when I was shackling her up I knew we’d have to do something more severe to punish her. So, the order currently I’m looking for is the word ‘Slave’ across her forehead, ‘Fuck-Meat’ across her ass cheeks, her slave ID just above her cunt, my owner's mark as a tramp stamp, and I’m thinking of starting a tally of people who she’s been whored out to across her back. For the tally, I was thinking of breaking it down, so that anyone getting a good look at her can get an idea just how big a slave-slut she really is. You know, with sections for gangbangs, fisting’s, pain-play sessions, etc. Just a bunch of hardcore categories, and a big section dedicated to general clients, so they can easily spot how well-used a whore she is. That all good with you?"</span>, not taking his eyes off of his bound slave, a victorious smirk curling at the edge of his lips.
<span class="female">"Please! Don’t do all that! I’ll try and be better behaved! I’m sorry for kicking you, it won’t happen again! Just …"</span>, pleads the ginger woman, now grovelling on the floor at his feet, looking up at him with sorrowful eyes, her impending doom restraining her previous temper.
The man taps his chin again for a moment, looking down at her supplicant form with amusement. Off handily, he adds, <span class="male">"Just the thought of all that has already made her much better behaved, how about that. I suppose if she’s willing to apologise I can have a little mercy at least. We’ll keep the ID, and the owner's mark. She’ll still get the ‘Fuck-Meat’ tattoo across her ass cheeks as a reminder to behave in the future, and I’ll compromise that she’ll only have a tally of times she’s been whored out, rather than all the different categories. That’ll be embarrassing enough for her, whilst giving anyone who makes use of her something interesting to look at. Of course, I hope she’s grateful, or we can always book another consultation to have more extensive body mods arranged for her"</span>, the threat made plainly evident.
Meanwhile, the tattooist just nods, <span class="male">"Great. Then with everything decided we can get started. I’ve got all the equipment with me, so I just need to hold her down while I get to work. Glad you decided against the face tattoo, those things never look as good as you think, and then us tattoo artists get it in the ear from the complainers"</span>. And, with that said, he takes the girl's leash and starts dragging her now more submissive form over towards your bench.
<span class="male">"Don’t mind if I do some work next to you, do you? Got a freshly bought slave-girl to mark up, and it’s easier if I can bend her over my knee for parts of it"</span>, he asks you, giving you a knowing look, as if he’s figured out you’ve been watching the pair of them figure out a deal.
Responding, <span class="player">"Erm, yeah …"</span>, to him, you watch as he takes a seat on the bench pulling the girl across his lap in a well-trained single movement.
She yelps a little, but doesn’t struggle, not wanting to make matters any worse for herself. Meanwhile, humming to himself, the tattoo artist begins unpacking his briefcase, pulling out a remarkably old-fashioned looking tattoo gun. Blowing on it a couple of times, he loads it up with a plethora of ink cartridges, carefully picking them out one at a time from the box. When he’s finally selected all he needs, he gives the girl's bare rump a quick warning smack, before starting to tattoo her.
You watch with some amount of awe as the man in the leather vest maneuvers her prone form about, quickly and skilfully running the tattoo gun across the appropriate sections of her body. From the frightened and slightly pained noises she makes, along with the occasional tear you spot when she’s pointed in your direction, which seems to be quite often, you’d guess that the device is old enough that it doesn’t have a sedative option. Of course, her owner seems to be lapping all of this up, watching merrily from the side, only venturing closer to occasionally mop the tears from her face in an act of faux affection. Weirder still, you could swear you heard some more muffled sounds coming from her too, especially when her master approaches, though maybe you’re imaging things, you contemplate.
When she’s finally done, the tattoo artist stands her up, dusting her off a little as he goes, <span class="male">"She’s all done. Took it like a champ for the most part too. I’ll bill you the rest, but I’ve got to go soon. Got another client lined up in half an hour or so. I used modern inks, so there’s no infection chance, or really any recovery period at all. But, if she does have an issue, then take her to a doctor quick as it’d not be normal. Other than that, everything up to your standards before I run off?"</span>.
Her owner walks around her appraisingly, the humiliating stamps clear and the skin around them just a little pinker than normal. The girl, thoroughly degraded, just hands her head, her eyes still slightly puffed up from her tears previously. Smiling, he nods, <span class="male">"It’s great. I can do the tally marks at home with my home kit, but everything else is perfect. Don’t you agree ‘Fuck-Meat’?"</span>, looking pointedly in the slave’s eyes.
<span class="female">"Th..thank you sir!"</span>, she answers wavily, still seemingly shaken by the whole situation. Oddly, you also note that, despite her tears, her cheeks are holding a blush that doesn’t seem to indicate humiliation, a trickle of wetness between her feminine lips betraying that the whole thing has had an additional effect on her.
The deal done, everyone moves along their way, the slave-girl pouting at her master once more, and receiving a short sharp spank on her reddened behind for her efforts. Your entertainment gone, you take a moment before [[returning to wandering through the shopping plaza|Shopping Hub]].As you pass through the dormitory main room, you hear a sudden chorus of high pitched giggle. Standing before you, a gaggle of large breasted blonde girls congregate, all of them wearing revealing pink dresses with a stylized Greek <span class="bimbo">"β"</span> emblazoned upon their fronts. You also note that they each hold a sheet of paper, though what its contents are you can’t tell.
One of the girls, the one you’d describe as having the glitteriest pieces of jewellery, finally breaks the laughter, gesturing for the others to quiet down with a wave of her hand. Talking to you in a sweet high-pitched voice, she asks, <span class="bimbo">"Hey! Like, I know it’s super rude of us to ask you for a favour out of nowhere. But, like, we have to do this scavenger hunt for a sorority project. The Beta’s are really strict about the sorority tasks, and a couple of the girls might even get kicked out if we can’t come back with a good amount of the stuff. None of us want to get kicked out, but all these words are super tough, and we thought you looked just the sort of ner… smart person who could figure it all out for us. We’d be so, so, so, very grateful if you can help. Who knows, maybe you’ll get to go to Uni someday, then we could sponsor you for the Beta’s. So, like, can we count on you?"</span>, the girls around her nodding and doing their best jobs at pulling sad pouts to guilt you into giving them your aid.
Standing there, you realise you have two choices. Either, you can try to help the dumb blondes out, or leave then unaided. Whatever is on the list can’t be too hard, especially if such a group of bimbos are supposed to complete it? But, it’s not really your problem either, and the girls likely don’t have any pull to get you in trouble if you weren’t to help them out. The question is, do [[you want help them|Dorm Hub Bimbo Scavenger Hunt Main]]?Feeling sorry for the blondes, you decide to offer your help with their scavenger hunt. Nodding to their leader, you respond, <span class="player">"Yeah. Sure, I’ll help you out. Can I get a look at one of those lists then? And, have any of you gotten any of the scavenger items yet?"</span>.
Overjoyed, a cheer of support goes out from among the girls, some of them jumping up and down on the spot they’re so happy, their large breasts jiggling suggestively within their tight clothes. The head bimbo eagerly hands you her own list, watching you expectantly, as if you’re just going to solve it all in a moment. <span class="bimbo">"It’s really tough. We’ve got a couple of the things, but they’re just so confusing! Most of what they’re after is photos, but the words were really long, and none of us could get to the end of the list. Please tell us what we need to do! Please!"</span>, she adds, beginning her own eager hopping motion in her excitement.
Looking over the list, you have to choke back a laugh of shocked surprise. The entire list has a very sexual tone to it, and doesn’t seem to be too tough to read, for you at least. The first couple of entries are ticked off, and you note that they have already found a ‘Nude Group Selfie’, and a ‘Lesbian Oral Daisy-Chain’. But, after that seem to have gotten side tracked. Options on the list they need to find include everything from ‘Cum Covered Sorority Girl’, to the need to get a photo of one of their group ‘Squirting Mid-Orgasm’. Even the less outright sex related entries still involve collecting panties, flirting to get different things, and finally you spot near the end of the list ‘Trick A Nerd Into Helping You’, which you <<if $bimboSkill >0>>look at with confusion, not sure what that one’s supposed to mean<<else>>balk at, trying to not lose your cool with the surprisingly manipulative blondes<</if>>.
<span class="bimbo">"Got any ideas yet sweetheart? You’ve been a treasure so far, and we all love that you’re so nice and, like, kind to help us out. Maybe you have something we could take from you to help us? I bet, like, there’s at least something on that list that you’d be super great at. Like, erm, you could get us lots of panties? Ooo, or you could get us all some tasty drinks, that’d be amazing!"</span>, butts in their leader expectantly once more. As she speaks, you catch in the corner of your eye that one of the others is fiddling with her phone pointed at you, the briefest flash the only sign that they just photographed you too.
Not knowing how to respond, out of your depth dealing with so many big breasted bimbo’s, you mumble, <span class="player">"I can read them out for you maybe?"</span>, hoping that will be enough.
Tapping her chin thoughtfully, the leader agrees, listening to your reading of the options. Some of the girls actually make <span class="bimbo">"Oooh"</span> and <span class="bimbo">"Ahhh"</span>, as if your ability to read a full sentence without getting distracted is some sort of great feat of skill and intellect. As you finish, the head bimbo once again silences them, asking you with a sweet smile, <span class="bimbo">"That last one sounds perfect! Getting a photo of someone naked and tied up would be super tough without someone so willing to help out! It’s also worth double points, so you’d be helping us like four times as much as normal or something! So, you going to save a bunch of cute damsels in distress from the meanie sorority leader's wrath?"</span>, both her and the rest of her girls once again putting on their sad puppy dog pouts as they attempt to guilt you into allowing them to tie you up naked and take a photo.
<<if $bimboSkill > 0>><span class="bimbo">"Of course, that sounds super fun! Please tie me up all naked and squirmy! That’s like you doing me a favour even!"</span>, you giggle, a pressure in your mind subtly guiding your decision to a more fun outcome.
The girls also seem surprised at the sudden change in your attitude, but they quickly accept it, used to having people do things for them when they ask. Descending upon you like a pink tornado, the girls <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear, placing them into a little pile on the floor<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>remove your $currentClothing, placing them into a little pile on the floor <<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>remove your $currentUnderwear, placing them into a little pile on the floor<<else>>rub your body appreciatively, slightly disappointed by your lack of clothes, but enjoying your naked form to be too upset for long<</if>>.
Next, the leader approaches, one of the others handing her a sturdy looking glittering pink rope, which she expertly binds you with. Being tied up is super great fun, and all the other bimbos are really happy about it, which makes you feel happy too. Plus, they’re using such a cute rope! You absentmindedly begin to wonder if they know where you can get your own, but you think it might make you look dumb to ask when they’re so busy. Completing their planned restraint by gagging you, they complete their task.
Nude and tied up, the head bimbo takes your photo, smiling to herself happily. <span class="bimbo">"We got it!"</span>, she announces to her squad with great mirth, <span class="bimbo">"We got so many points just now. They were super tricked into helping us, and we got the nudie bondage pic too. We’ll be the best team for sure!"</span>. After a few rounds of applause one of her friends chime in that you don’t seem like a nerd, which creates a bit of confusion whether that picture will count, but their leader waves it off, pointing out that you can read the list, which is nerdy enough for her.
The dissenter mollified with the response, the giggling gang of bimbos wander away, chatting joyfully. You wonder when they’ll come back for you, but after a few minutes wonder if they’ve just forgot about you completely. Eventually, a janitor walks by, unbinding you. Sadly, he’s a big meanie, so he takes the sparkly rope for himself, despite your gag muffled attempts at argument. At least you’re free of restraint.<<elseif $submission >= 25>><span class="player">"Okay. That sounds fine. You can tie me up and take pictures if you really want to"</span>, you whisper submissively, feeling too meek to turn them down.
The girls seem slightly surprised at your compliant attitude, but they quickly accept it, used to having people do things for them when they ask. Descending upon you like a pink tornado, the girls <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear, placing them into a little pile on the floor<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>remove your $currentClothing, placing them into a little pile on the floor <<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>remove your $currentUnderwear, placing them into a little pile on the floor<<else>>rub your body appreciatively, slightly disappointed by your lack of clothes, but enjoying your naked form to be too upset for long<</if>>.
Next, the leader approaches, one of the others handing her a sturdy looking glittering pink rope, which she expertly binds you with. Being tied up makes you feel so aroused, and all the other bimbos immediately notice your reaction, giggling to each other and whispering about how big a slut you must be. Despite the taunting, or maybe even because of it, your <<if $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock becomes hard with need, leading to a couple of the girls poking it experimentally, but not going any further<<else>>warm pussy becomes wet with need, leading to a couple of the girls poking at it experimentally, listening with awe to the sploshing sound it makes<</if>>. Completing their planned restraint by gagging you, they complete their task.
Nude and tied up, the head bimbo takes your photo, smiling to herself happily. <span class="bimbo">"We got it!"</span>, she announces to her squad with great mirth, <span class="bimbo">"We got so many points just now. They were super tricked into helping us, and we got the nudie bondage pic too. We’ll be the best team for sure!"</span>.
Their goal achieved, the giggling gang of bimbos wander away, chatting joyfully. You wonder if they’ll come back for you, but after a few minutes wonder if they’ve just forgot about you completely. However submissive you are, you can’t help but feel nervous about being left alone, bound and naked. Thankfully, soon a janitor walks by, unbinding you. He doesn’t take advantage of your situation, though he does take the glittering rope as a memento of your meeting. At least you’re free of restraint now.<<else>>Not sure you like where this is going, you tell the sad faced girls, <span class="player">"Sorry, but no. I’m not letting you tie me up and take pictures"</span>, making a stand against the idea.
Pouting once again, the bimbo leader sighs, then shrugs, <span class="bimbo">"Oh well. At least we got the nerd photo, that’s still good points. Let’s go find someone more submissive who we can talk into getting nude and doing sex things for us"</span>, addressing her friends rather than you. Their goal thwarted the giggling gang of bimbos wander away, still very cheery despite their inability to get a nude photo of you. Shrugging, you briefly wonder what they’d have done if you’d gone with their plan.<</if>>
Everything now dealt with you find yourself left [[standing outside of your dormitory room|Dorm Hub]].Now inside the training room, your impression of its contents is once again just how sterile everything feels. The muted colour tones of the whole dairy have given you a similar impression previously, but this room seems to epitomize that sanitized industrial aesthetic. The floor is comprised of rubber mats, tiles, and the occasional small drain here or there. The walls meanwhile are tiled to about halfway up, before being just white painted concrete from that point onwards. Most of all, the room looks incredibly easy to clean, almost all of the surfaces being waterproof to some extent. Weirdly, it all feels somewhat comforting, the familiarity making you feel warm and cared for.
Further, the room seems to be set up for only a single training target at a time, containing but a single configurable metal pipe frame, complete with a number of restraining straps that you remember from your previous visit. Looking at it, you get the feeling that you’ll very soon be experiencing it again, but for now you continue to observe your surroundings. Additional contents of the room include: a hose, a large screen on one wall, several large metal cabinets, a small movable trough-like tray, a bucket, and an oddly out of place wooden stool.
Henry’s hand on your shoulder, you’re guided over towards the strange restraining pipes, him giving you distinct yet gentle prods until he’s finally happy with your position. On your hands and knees, draped over the frame so that it partially supports your weight, you find that the position is strangely comfortable, the rubber coated mat that you’re kneeling on feeling soft beneath you. Taking a moment to decide, in the end he decides not to buckle the straps this time, leaving you unbound, Henry gives you a reassuring pat on your <<checkAss>> bum, nodding approvingly at his decision. Wandering away for a moment out of view, the dairy manager soon returns with the wooden stool, the bucket, and the remote once again.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Sex Scenes/HucowMilking.jpg]]</div>
<span class="male">"Great. Well, seeing as you’re already fully trained as much as we can teach you, today we’re just going to go through some basics. You look like you could do with a good feeding, so I’m going to go over diet and nutrition with you once again, along with going over some of you massages again. As you already know, if you keep up with all the basics regarding proper care and management for your nipples and lactation ducts, then you should see a decent improvement in your <<checkLactationType>> yield. Really, I’m aiming for this session to be something nice and relaxing for you than anything else, and, giving you a good feed while you get massaged sounds like the sort of treat you deserve for keeping up with all this extra training. That’s everything, so let’s get started"</span>, explains Henry as he places the bucket underneath your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> boobs<</if>>. That done, he also proceeds to place the metal trough in front of your face, adjusting its height so that it’s within reach of your mouth.
Setting the stool up next to you, the red-headed man first pours out the contents of the burlap sack into the trough before you, being careful not to get any of it in your face. That done, he takes his seat, waiting for you to start eating before he continues any further.
Briefly eyeing up your meal, you think that it looks pretty nice, your eyes running across a combination of oats and something that looks reminiscent of grass. Taking a quick sniff too, it smells lovely, having an earthy fresh smell to it that practically screams of its healthiness. Eagerly, you dip your face down as much as you can, taking a big mouthful of the mixture, trying to pick up both the oats than grass in one action, remembering how nice they were combined. It tastes a little bland, but in a good way, reminding you that it’s extremely nutritious, and will help your <<checkLactationType>> production, that thought alone making you feel all warm and tingly inside. Once he realizes that you’re being cooperative, the ginger dairy farmer chuckles approvingly, patting your head in such a way that you feel extremely proud of your actions.
Meanwhile, Henry has taken to slowly and gently massaging your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> boobs<</if>> his touch so delicate that it takes you a while to realize that he’s even doing it, draped over the restraining frame as you are. It feels really nice, and you can’t help but let out distracted little moans every now and again, one of which to your combined embarrassment and amusement sounds a little too close for comfort to a mooing cow<<if $lactating>>. Such thoughts are, however, broken by the tiny pitter-pattering sounds coming to your ears as stray beads of <<checkLactationType>> drop into the bottom of the bucket beneath you<</if>>. Turning your head to look at the man, he doesn’t seem particularly interested in what he’s doing, no visible signs of arousal that you can see. Instead, he just nods his head in the direction of your trough, reminding you why you're here.
It all becomes one big relaxing haze, the combination of the food and massage really doing a good job in making you feel drowsy. But, eventually you feel the unyielding hands of Henry rouse you back to full awareness and stand you up. Giving you a good look over, he carefully checks you over, making sure to massage your joints that had stiffened from being held in position over the frame. In particular, he inspects your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> breasts<</if>> and your <<checkNipple>> nipples, making sure that they aren’t overly sore or in any way damaged, giving an approving, <span class="male">"All done. Good job as always. Was nice to see you again. If you want to come by for any more top-up sessions some time, don’t hesitate, you’re a truly remarkable hucow, and you’d make an exceptional member of our herd if you ever decide that’s what you want"</span>, his usually neutral expression now one beaming with pride.Now inside the training room, your impression of its contents is once again just how sterile everything feels. The muted colour tones of the whole dairy have given you a similar impression previously, but this room seems to epitomize that sanitized industrial aesthetic. The floor is comprised of rubber mats, tiles, and the occasional small drain here or there. The walls meanwhile are tiled to about halfway up, before being just white painted concrete from that point onwards. Most of all, the room looks incredibly easy to clean, almost all of the surfaces being waterproof to some extent. Weirdly, it all feels somewhat comforting, the familiarity making you feel warm and cared for.
Further, the room seems to be set up for only a single training target at a time, containing but a single configurable metal pipe frame, complete with a number of restraining straps that you remember from your previous visit. Looking at it, you get the feeling that you’ll very soon be experiencing it again, but for now you continue to observe your surroundings. Additional contents of the room include: a hose, a large screen on one wall, several large metal cabinets, a small movable trough-like tray, a bucket, and an oddly out of place wooden stool.
Henry’s hand on your shoulder, you’re guided over towards the strange restraining pipes, him giving you distinct yet gentle prods until he’s finally happy with your position. On your hands and knees, draped over the frame so that it partially supports your weight, you find that the position is strangely comfortable, the rubber coated mat that you’re kneeling on feeling soft beneath you. Taking a moment to decide, in the end he decides not to buckle the straps this time, leaving you unbound, Henry gives you a reassuring pat on your <<checkAss>> bum, nodding approvingly at his decision. Wandering away for a moment out of view, the dairy manager soon returns with the wooden stool, the bucket, and the remote once again.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Sex Scenes/HucowMilking.jpg]]</div>
<span class="male">"Great. Well, seeing as you’re already fully trained as much as we can teach you, today we’re just going to go through some basics. You look like you could do with a good sleep, so I’m going to go over relaxing and sleeping with you, along with going over some of you massages again. As you already know, if you keep up with all the basics regarding proper care and management for your nipples and lactation ducts, then you should see a decent improvement in your <<checkLactationType>> yield. Really, I’m aiming for this session to be something nice and relaxing for you than anything else, and, giving you a good rest while you get massaged sounds like the sort of treat you deserve for keeping up with all this extra training. That’s everything, so let’s get started"</span>, explains Henry as he places the bucket underneath your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> boobs<</if>>.
Setting the stool up next to you, the red-headed man turns on the screen, the female scientist from the videos appears before you once again. This time she does a lot less talking, instead playing little videos of happy looking hucows in various milking environments, all to the accompaniment of soothing music. It’s really beautiful, and it makes you so happy to see that many smiling faces from all those cute milk slaves, a great relief sweeping over you as you think how becoming a permanent hucow can still be a wonderful life. Who knows, maybe you could meet some of the other cute hucows and become close friends with them. More than anything though, the sleepiness of all the cute hucows seems to be infectious, provoking a set of large yawns to come over you, one of which slightly to your embarrassment sounds too close for comfort to a mooing cow.
Meanwhile, Henry has taken to slowly and gently massaging your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> boobs<</if>> his touch so delicate that it takes you a while to realize that he’s even doing it, draped over the restraining frame as you are. It feels really nice, and you can’t help but let out distracted little moans every now and again, one of which to your combined embarrassment and amusement sounds a little too close for comfort to a moo<<if $lactating>>. Such thoughts are, however, broken by the tiny pitter-pattering sounds coming to your ears as stray beads of <<checkLactationType>> drop into the bottom of the bucket beneath you<</if>>. Turning your head to look at the man, he doesn’t seem particularly interested in what he’s doing, no visible signs of arousal that you can see. Instead, he just nods his head in the direction of the screen Instead, he just nods his head in the direction of your screen, reminding you why you're here.
…
Falling asleep from a combination of the video and of Henry doing a really good job at relaxing you with his massage, you eventually wake up as you feel the unyielding hands of Henry gently stirring you from your slumber. Giving you a good look over, he carefully checks you over, making sure to massage your joints that had stiffened from being held in position over the frame. In particular, he inspects your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> breasts<</if>> and your <<checkNipple>> nipples, making sure that they aren’t overly sore or in any way damaged, giving an approving, <span class="male">"All done. Good job as always. Was nice to see you again. If you want to come by for any more top-up sessions some time, don’t hesitate, you’re a truly remarkable hucow, and you’d make an exceptional member of our herd if you ever decide that’s what you want"</span>, his usually neutral expression now one beaming with pride.Deciding that you don’t really want to give the man a blow job, you tell him politely, <span class="player">"Sorry sir, but that’s not really something I want to do today. It was a great offer though, and I’m sure that one of the other girls would be more than happy to do that for you"</span>, smiling at him apologetically.
Taking your comment in stride, the glowing eyed nods and smiles, <span class="male">"I’m sorry I read the signs wrong on that one, I thought that maybe you were interested in me and that sort of thing. My apologies Miss, I still very much enjoyed our conversation, and hope we can do it again. Hopefully I’ll see you around again Miss"</span>.
Not wanting to stick around and make things awkward, you politely excuse yourself, returning to work. You keep an eye on the group for the for the rest of your shift, though they all seem to still be acting as normally as they were before. It looks like your conversation partner was a little saddened by your departure, but he still has his friends, and is talking to them happily by the time your shift ends.
<<include [[Club B Job Bimbo End]]>>Deciding that you don’t really want to make-out with the girl, you tell her politely, <span class="player">"Sorry miss, but that’s not really something I want to do at the moment. It was a really nice offer though, and I’m sure that one of the other girls would be more than happy to do that for you"</span>, smiling at her apologetically.
Pouting sadly, the rich blonde nods, <span class="female">"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you. I hope you reconsider at some point. You’re just so cute! I heard you were a trainee so maybe I’ll have to have daddy put in a bid for you so that I can have you all to myself. Then again, I wouldn’t want to make you upset by owning you if you didn’t want me. People are really difficult! Sorry again"</span>.
Not wanting to stick around after being rejected, she politely excuses herself, leaving you to your work. You try to spot her as you dance but can’t find her again for a long while. However, as you leave your cage you do spot her once more. Wrapped in the arms of another of the club’s workers, she’s passionately making out with the woman in a cage, both of their clothes half removed in their exploration of each other. It certainly seems like she’s found someone to cheer her up again after you turned her down.
<<include [[Club B Job Bimbo End]]>><<if $abdlTrainer && !$abdlTrainerVisited>><<include [[ABDL Trainer Main]]>><<else>><<include [[Sleep]]>><</if>><<set $abdlTrainerVisited = true>><<set $abdlTrainerVisits += 1>><<if !$abdlTrainerFirstVisit>><<include [[ABDL Trainer First Visit]]>><<elseif $abdlTrainerSwap && $abdlTrainerTask == 0>><<set $random = random(1,7)>><<if $random == 1>><<include [[ABDL Trainer Teddy Bear Alt]]>><<elseif $random == 2>><<include [[ABDL Trainer Onesie Gift Alt]]>><<elseif $random == 3>><<include [[ABDL Trainer Accident Offering Alt]]>><<elseif $random == 4>><<include [[ABDL Trainer Quick Visit Alt]]>><<elseif $random == 5>><<include [[ABDL Trainer Bathroom Interruption Alt]]>><<elseif $random == 6>><<include [[ABDL Trainer Accidental Spill Start Alt]]>><<elseif $random == 7>><<include [[ABDL Trainer Juice Cup Start Alt]]>><</if>><<elseif $abdlTrainerSwap>><<include [[ABDL Trainer Tasks]]>><<elseif visited("Diaper Training Main") || visited("ABDL Job Main") || visited("ABDL Job First Time 1") || visited("ABDL Job First Time With Hannah 1")>><<include [[ABDL Trainer Swap]]>><<elseif $abdlTrainerVisits == 7>><<include [[ABDL Trainer Warning]]>><<elseif $abdlTrainerVisits == 12>><<include [[ABDL Trainer Threat]]>><<elseif $abdlTrainerVisits == 14>><<include [[ABDL Trainer Force]]>><<else>><<set $random = random(1,7)>><<if $random == 1>><<include [[ABDL Trainer Accidental Spill Start]]>><<elseif $random == 2>><<include [[ABDL Trainer Pre Accident]]>><<elseif $random == 3>><<include [[ABDL Trainer Onesie Gift]]>><<elseif $random == 4>><<include [[ABDL Trainer Teddy Bear]]>><<elseif $random == 5>><<include [[ABDL Trainer Juice Cup Start]]>><<elseif $random == 6>><<include [[ABDL Trainer Quick Visit]]>><<elseif $random == 7>><<include [[ABDL Trainer Bathroom Interruption]]>><</if>><</if>>[[Get ready for bed|Pre Sleep]]<<set $timesSuckedDick += 1>>Deciding to accept his offer, the idea of sucking the cock of a handsome rich man <<if $bimboSkill > 0>>sounding totally awesome and fun!<<else>>sounding worth it, especially if he’s willing to give you a good tip.<</if>> Smiling at him, you cheerily reply, <<if $bimboSkill >0>><span class="bimbo">"Like, of course Sir! Why didn’t you ask sooner, I just love some nice hard dick to drool on. Plus, I want to make this an amazing visit to Club B for you! So, like, what do you need me to do?"</span><<else>><span class="player">"Yes sir! I can give you a blowjob if you like. Just tell me what you want me to do?"</span><</if>>, fluttering your eye lashes in what you’re pretty sure is a seductive manner, hoping to really impress your important client.
Smiling happily, the heavily modded gentleman nods, <span class="male">"That’s good to hear Miss. I would have been very sad if I’d have missed the chance to get to know you more … intimately. I think things are clear now, if you slide under the table after that I’m willing to let you take the lead"</span>. Keeping an eye out for onlookers, the man gives you another nod, signalling the all-clear.
Not wanting to get caught, you take the hint, slipping beneath the table with incredible ease. Holding your breath, you listen out for any reaction from his friends, but thankfully you don’t hear any loud laughter or comments about your current predicament. Giving it another moment, just to be sure, you turn towards your partner, trying to think what to do next.
Unzipping his fly as quietly as you can, you carefully fish out his huge cock from within the confines of his boxer shorts. The thing is truly impressive, though you wonder to yourself whether it’s been modified much like the rest of his appearance. Regardless, the smell is tantalizing your senses, a string of drool managing to lazily fall from the side of your mouth before you realize what’s going on. It’s just so perfect it’s addictive, and you haven’t even tasted it yet!
Sticking out your tongue, you lovingly lather the length of his dick in long licks, the masculine taste being just as amazing as you expected. Not wanting to take things too quickly, you start out by laying a trail of kisses up from the base and all the way up onto the massive cock head, enjoying the way his cock rhythmically tenses under your ministrations. Eventually though, you can’t hold back any longer, a needy dampness setting in between your own thighs from how hot this all is<<if $penis>>, your <<checkPenis>> cock pulsing with it's own need<</if>>.
Only just about able to wrap your <<checkLips>> lips around his thick cock, you suck at it attentively, doing you best to make it an amazing experience for him so that he might ask you to play with him again. All the while, he leaves you to your task, not interfering in any way. You don’t hear him make any noises, but you’re sure your blowjob is getting through to him, his legs trembling beneath the table. Spurred on as you see that, you even attempt to deep throat him a little, <<if $oralSexSkill >0>>doing a great job thanks to your extensive training and experience, able to take his monstrous cock into the depths of your tight throat with minimal gagging<<else>>however, he’s just too big causing you to splutter loudly enough to put you off trying to do so any further<</if>>.
Earnestly sucking the head of his glorious cock, you sense that even with his great self-control, that the handsome VIP is going to cum soon. Wanting to feel extra pleasurable for him, you pull back a bit, lapping your inviting tongue against the sensitive bulbous head. Your predictions are correct, as very soon you sense his cock vibrating, actually expanding a little before your eyes as a torrent of cum is propelled up its length. Bracing yourself, you eagerly guzzle down his delicious spunk, barely able to swallow it quick enough. The warmth settling into your belly, and your task nearly at an end, you tenderly lick clean his beautiful dick, needy-ly wondering if maybe you’ll get the chance to be fucked with it too, you pussy hot with desire.
At a gentle tap from the man, you pull yourself back into the seat next to him as if nothing had happened. He looks at you adoringly, giving you a small kiss of thanks. <span class="male">"You’re wonderful Miss $firstName. Nobody spotted us, though that almost feels a shame with how talented you are. Don’t worry though, I wouldn’t expose a lady that way, this is entirely between just us. I’ve already sent you a generous tip for … well, everything. I hope that you don’t think me presumptuous, but I do hope we can do this again sometime, you have made quite the impression on me"</span>, he whispers to you sweetly, making sure no one is paying you any attention before he does.
Things go on like this for a little longer. But, sadly, before too long his group has to move on. He tenderly tells you goodbye, a genuine fondness for you visible in his eyes as he kisses your cheek in parting. Thinking about what just happened, you can’t help but feel happy, having been payed well and treated kindly by the man. Though, you regret not having the chance to orgasm yourself, your arousal bothering you even now. Sadly, you need to get back to work, so that will have to wait until later.
<<include [[Club B Job Bimbo End]]>>Deciding to accept her offer, the idea of making out with the cute socialite <<if $bimboSkill > 0>>sounding totally awesome and fun!<<else>>sounding worth it, especially if she’s willing to give you a good tip.<</if>> Smiling at her, you cheerily reply, <<if $bimboSkill >0>><span class="bimbo">"Like, of course Miss! You’re super pretty, I can’t wait to grind up against you to the music. I bet you taste, like, amazingly good too. You seem to really have the hots for me, so I want to make this an extra special visit to Club B for you! So, like, what do you want me to do?"</span><<else>><span class="player">"Yes Miss! We can make out and dance a bit if you like. Just tell me what you want me to do?"</span><</if>>, jiggling your breasts in front of you in what you’re pretty sure is a seductive manner, hoping to really impress this important client.
Beaming with happiness, the blonde girl squeals excitedly, <span class="female">"This is the best thing ever! I knew you were amazing, and this just proves it! You’re so beautiful I don’t know what to do. I .. um, I think the first step is probably to get me in there with you … "</span>. As she continues talking, you can see that she becomes increasingly flustered, her face flush with a need that is only barely held in check by her nervousness at the situation.
Smiling reassuringly at her, you open the cage door, dexterously helping her inside. Now pressed up against her within the confines of the small dancing cell, you take a moment to appreciate just how amazingly beautiful she really is. Her skin is so soft and delicate, the feel of it so luxurious to your touch that you wonder in awe how difficult it must be to maintain it like that. Meanwhile, everything else is also immaculate and expertly coordinated. Her dress, her hair, her jewellery, all of it matching together perfectly in a way that before now you might never have dreamed possible, it’s truly astounding.
Seeing your look of amazement at her, she regains a bit of her confidence, taking control of the situation. Wrapping her slender arms around you, she pulls you into a tight embrace, her perky breasts rubbing against your jiggling <<checkBreast>> boobs. The sensation feels nice and immediately has your heart pumping, need pooling in your hot cunt.
Held close, the soft wet surface of her mouth presses against your <<checkLips>> lips as she begins to kiss you passionately. Her warm tongue entwined with your own, you can’t help but moan pleasurably into her mouth. Seemingly pleased with everything, you feel her hands begin to roam, one at the back of your head ensuring you can’t escape the make-out session before she wants it to end, the other roaming down your body, exploring your waist and <<checkAss>> bottom. Of course, with how great it all feels you aren’t able to do much else than melt in her grasp, an eager participant to her explorations.
And so, for the next few minutes you let the girl play with you, likely putting on a great show for the onlooking club guests, though it’s hard to tell, what with the cute blonde rubbing you enticingly to the steady beat of the energetic pop music. Tongues wrestling sensuously, you notice appreciatively the delightful cherry taste of her lip balm, and the subtle yet intoxicating fruit scented perfume she’s wearing. Overall, it’s great, though your needy <<if $penis>>cock and pussy yearn<<else>>pussy yearns<</if>> for attention that you sadly don’t think it’s going to get.
Things go on like this for a little longer. But, with the interrupting beep of her phone, the girl finally pulls herself off of you. Looking at the expensive-looking device with a deep sigh, she looks at you with big apologetic eyes, <span class="female">"I’m really sorry, but daddy says I need to come home! It’s so not fair, but I can’t tell him no. I’ve just made sure that you get a really big tip for how great you’ve been. This was just the hottest thing ever! I hope we can do it again, maybe even grab a drink sometime"</span>.
Giving you one last possessive kiss goodbye, the socialite scurries out of the dance cage, a genuine fondness for you visible in her eyes as she looks back at you from within the crowd. Thinking about what just happened, you can’t help but feel happy, having been payed well and treated kindly by the girl. Though, you regret not having the chance to get more physical with her, your lust having built up from your sexy make-out session. Sadly, you need to get back to work, so dealing with that will have to wait until later.
<<include [[Club B Job Bimbo End]]>><<set $timesVaginallyFucked += 1>>Deciding to not only accept his offer, but see if he’s willing to go a step further, the idea of sex with the handsome rich man <<if $bimboSkill > 0>>runs through your mind, causing you to giggle at how fun and naughty it will be to suggest it<<else>>coming to your mind, sounding like it could be fun and maybe even get you a bigger tip<</if>>. Smiling at him, you cheerily reply, <<if $bimboSkill >0>><span class="bimbo">"Like, of course Sir! Why didn’t you ask sooner, I just love some nice hard dick to drool on, or maybe even more. Plus, I want to make this an amazing visit to Club B for you! You’re just so super-hot that I really want to feel your huge cock splitting me apart?"</span><<else>><span class="player">"Yes sir! I can give you a blowjob if you like, or we could do something naughtier if you’d like. I don’t mind doing something a bit more … public. Just tell me what you want me to do?"</span><</if>>, fluttering your eye lashes in what you’re pretty sure is a seductive manner, hoping to really impress your important client.
Smiling happily, the heavily modded gentleman nods, <span class="male">"That’s great to hear Miss. I would have been very sad if I’d have missed the chance to get to know you more … intimately. If you really don’t mind doing something more public, then I’d love to have sex with you right here and now"</span>. Scanning his gaze across the table, he nods to you, seemingly having made his mind up.
Not caring about getting caught, your lust rising quickly, you let him manhandle you with ease atop of his lap. Leaning up to give you a brief yet tender minty tasting kiss, he quickly spins you around so that’re facing away from him, the section of table in front of you thankfully clear. Resting upon the cool surface, not wanting to raise your vision too much out of embarrassment of being fucked so openly, you feel as the man begins running his hands exploratorily around your body. Taking a moment from his roaming, he <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>parts your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear, his fingers temptingly caressing your feminine lips as he does<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>parts your $currentClothing, his fingers temptingly caressing your feminine lips as he does <<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>parts your $currentUnderwear, his fingers temptingly caressing your feminine lips as he does <<else>>is excited that you’re already completely naked, his fingers temptingly caressing your feminine lips as he gets ready to fuck you<</if>>. <<if $penis>>Jammed up against the table, your <<checkPenis>> cock rubs up against it almost painfully, the friction only adding to your needful pleasure.<</if>>
Deciding that you’re ready, he plunges his immensely long and girthy cock into your delicate feminine tunnel, coaxing a pant of need and exertion from your lips. Bracing yourself the best you can, you press yourself down against the table-top, your cheek resting cooling against it. With how hard he is, you have a feeling that your upcoming fucking is going to be hot and heavy, and with the need that’s now flowing through you, that sounds exactly like what you desire.
<span class="male">"Your pussy feels amazing. I know it probably feels a bit strange having sex so openly, but you have to understand with how beautiful and daring you are, every girl at this table is either seething with jealousy at you or trying to plan how they can convince you to be theirs. You’re resplendent, and all can see it"</span>, whispers your well-muscled partner in your ear, his masculine hands taking a firm hold of your waist, his control of you decisively asserted.
Closing your eyes, revelling in the sensation of incredible fullness, you acquiesce to his steady fucking. It’s a little overwhelming, his immense member likely a miracle of modern science, but also slightly larger than is fully comfortable without causing you some aching. Still, your partner seems to be skilled in its use, never going too fast or too roughly that you’re caused discomfort to a level that surpasses the great pleasure it also causes you.
Ignoring everything else, the hot pounding of your pussy by the hard as steel cock of the handsome gentleman briefly becomes your entire world. Grabbing at a nearby napkin, in an attempt to pull back some composure from your mewling and lust-addled state, you bite down hard on it, muffling your cries of passion slightly. Of course, it does very little to quieten your howls of enthusiastic wonder as cum suddenly floods your welcoming cunt, bathing your feminine tunnel in a perfect warmth that spurs on your own cumming.
Basking in the glow of your animalistic coupling, you stay like this for a moment,<<if $penis>> your dick softening,<</if>> practically drifting asleep from the exhaustion of it all. Your partner delicately removing himself from your love-tunnel with a satisfying squelch and the feel of hot liquid quickly flowing out of you. Orgasm-drunk as you are, he leaves you be to recover a while, happy to let you have a second to yourself.
At a gentle tap from the man, you tiredly pull yourself back into the seat next to him as if nothing had happened, your pussy still tingly excitedly from what just occurred. He looks at you adoringly, giving you a small kiss of thanks. <span class="male">"You’re wonderful Miss $firstName. Every eye in the room was on you, and you shone like a diamond the entire time. You truly are wonderful. I’ve already sent you a generous tip for … well, being the daring and charming lady that you are. I hope that you don’t think me presumptuous, but I do hope we can do this again sometime, you have made quite the impression on me and I don’t want that to be the last time that you do"</span>, he whispers to you sweetly, making sure no one is paying you any attention before he does, obviously wanting you to feel safe and relaxed once more.
Things go on like this for a little longer. But, sadly, before too long his group has to move on. He tenderly tells you goodbye, a genuine fondness for you visible in his eyes as he kisses your cheek in parting. Thinking about what just happened, you can’t help but feel happy, having been payed well and having had some exhilarating sex in the process. You regret not having the chance to spend even more time with him, but he seemed genuinely apologetic that he had to leave. It was great fun still, but you need to get back to work, so that’s what you do, going back to waiting tables once more.
<<if !$bimboJobExhib>><<set $random = random(1,3)>><<if $random==1>><<include[[Club B Job Bimbo Exhib Offer]]>><</if>><</if>><<include [[Club B Job Bimbo End]]>><<set $timesYourPussyLicked += 1>> Deciding to not only accept her offer, but see if she’s willing to go a step further, the idea of making out with the cute socialite <<if $bimboSkill > 0>>runs through your mind, causing you to giggle at how fun and naughty it will be to suggest it<<else>>coming to your mind, sounding like it could be fun and maybe even get you a bigger tip<</if>>. Smiling at her, you cheerily reply, <<if $bimboSkill >0>><span class="bimbo">"Yay! Of course, Miss! You’re super pretty, I can’t wait to grind up against you to the music. I bet you taste, like, amazingly good too. You seem to really have the hots for me, so I want to make this an extra special visit to Club B for you! I was thinking, that like, maybe we could do something a little dirtier than that though! We could really make this a visit to remember if you’d like"</span><<else>><span class="player">"Yes Miss! We can make-out together if you’d like. Maybe we could even go a bit further? It could be really exciting to give it a try"</span><</if>>, jiggling your breasts in front of you in what you’re pretty sure is a seductive manner, hoping to really impress this important client.
Beaming with happies, the blonde girl squeals excitedly, <span class="female">"Really? This is the best thing ever! I knew you were amazing, and this just proves it! You’re so beautiful I don’t know what to do. But, if you’re totally up for doing something a bit naughtier than normal, then I have a few ideas. I .. um, I think the first step is probably to get me in there with you … "</span>. As she continues talking, you can see that she becomes increasingly flustered, her face flush with a need that is only barely held in check by her nervousness at the situation.
Smiling reassuringly at her, you open the cage door, dexterously helping her inside. Now pressed up against her within the confines of the small dancing cell, you take a moment to appreciate just how amazingly beautiful she really is. Her skin is so soft and delicate, the feel of it so luxurious to your touch that you wonder in awe how difficult it must be to maintain it like that. Meanwhile, everything else is also immaculate and expertly coordinated. Her dress, her hair, her jewellery, all of it matching together perfectly in a way that before now you might never have dreamed possible, it’s truly astounding.
Seeing your look of amazement at her, she regains a bit of her confidence, taking control of the situation. Wrapping her slender arms around you, she pulls you into a tight embrace, her perky breasts rubbing against your jiggling <<checkBreast>> boobs. The sensation feels nice and immediately has your heart pumping, need pooling in your hot cunt.
Held close, the soft wet surface of her mouth presses against your <<checkLips>> lips as she begins to kiss you passionately. Her warm tongue entwined with your own, you can’t help but moan pleasurably into her mouth. Seemingly pleased with everything, you feel her hands begin to roam, one at the back of your head ensuring you can’t escape the make-out session before she wants it to end, the other roaming down your body, exploring your waist and <<checkAss>> bottom. Of course, with how great it all feels you aren’t able to do much else than melt in her grasp, an eager participant to her explorations.
Slipping back slightly, the taste of her cherry flavoured lip balm mixing headily with the subtle yet intoxicating fruit scented perfume she’s wearing, you pant for breath as you watch the cute blonde lick her lips seductively. Having a moment to catch your breath you wonder how the onlookers are reacting to your hot make-out session with the sexy blonde. Deciding that you’re likely putting on a great show for the onlooking club guests, but that it’s hard to notice with the cute blonde rubbing you enticingly to the steady beat of the energetic pop music, you’re actually caught by surprise as she leans in close to your ear.
<span class="female">"You’re amazing, and I can’t hold back from exploring you more! You said you were happy to do something a bit more … this, so I want to make you feel really good to say thank you!"</span>, she tells you with a purr, running her hands slowly further down your body. Sinking to her knees rapidly, she <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>parts your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear, sniffing appreciatively at your heady lustful scent<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>parts your $currentClothing, sniffing appreciatively at your heady lustful scent<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>parts your $currentUnderwear, sniffing appreciatively at your heady lustful scent<<else>>is happy that you’re completely naked, sniffing appreciatively at your heady lustful scent<</if>>.
Grabbing wildly at the cage bars behind you in an attempt to steady yourself, your knees trembling from the very first moment that she presses her face hard against your sopping wet pussy. Mewling with pleasure as she ravenously devours your hot core, <<if $penis>>your rapidly hardening <<checkPenis>> cock sitting atop her fine hair, <</if>>you immediately need more, grinding your cunt hard against her delicate face. Caught in the moment, the need to orgasm overwhelming your arousal-addled mind, one of your hand firmly plants itself against her luxuriously soft hair, further mashing her head into your feminine depths.
It feels amazing and having someone so readily willing to pleasure you is an enticing prospect in its own right. Even the fact that you’re engaging in sex so publically doesn’t embarrass you, so swept up in matters that it barely crosses your mind. With everything going on, you can’t really tell whether the cute socialite is enjoying this, but with the smell of sex on the air, and a second wet splashing sound coming from closer to the floor despite how attentively she’s seeing to your needs, you get the feeling that she’s having the time of her life.
She teases you a little, pulling back to slowly lap at your moist nether lips with a cheeky look on her face, but your need is too much to put up with that for too long, as she can tell. As such, she gets back to work eating you out enthusiastically, spending a little time attending to her own needs as she does. Whether it’s how pretty she is, or maybe her skill, you soon find yourself at the point of bursting, literally shrieking out with passion as your douse her in a tidal wave of your fem-cum. All your senses tingling, you whimper with delight as her tongue goes back to work cleaning your pussy. <<if $penis>>Of course, she's completely forgot about your cock sitting on top of her head, it to finally unleashing its sticky load straight into the warm nest of her head, the girl too preoccupied to even notice.<</if>>
Things go on like this for a little longer. But, with the interrupting beep of her phone, the girl finally stands herself back up. Looking at the expensive-looking device with a deep sigh, she looks at you with big apologetic eyes, <span class="female">"I’m really sorry, but daddy says I need to come home! It’s so not fair, and if I had the choice I’d make you cum so much you’d faint from exhaustion, but I can’t tell him no. I’ve just made sure that you get a massively big tip for how great you’ve been. This was just … like my birthday and Christmas all rolled into one! I hope we can do it again, maybe even grab a drink and get to know each other better sometime"</span>.
Giving you one last possessive kiss goodbye, the taste of your feminine fluids heavy on her lips, the socialite scurries out of the dance cage, a genuine fondness for you visible in her eyes as she looks back at you from within the crowd. Thinking about what just happened, you can’t help but feel happy, having been payed well and treated to a mind-blowing orgasm by the girl. Though, you regret the session being cut short, her mentioned plans making your cunt tingle sympathetically. It was great fun still, but you need to get back to work, so that’s what you do, dancing within the cage once more.
<<if !$bimboJobExhib>><<set $random = random(1,3)>><<if $random==1>><<include[[Club B Job Bimbo Exhib Offer]]>><</if>><</if>><<include [[Club B Job Bimbo End]]>><<set $bimboJobExhib = true>>...
Noticing that you’re currently not with a customer, your boss Tony Bosco approaches. Chuckling and clapping his hand together, he smirks at you with a lusty grin, <span class="male">"That was hot as hell. Didn’t know you had it in you! I thought you were a decent looking fuck-piece before, but wow! Well, now that I know you’re up for that sort of thing, especially in front of so many people, I think we might be able to find some work that fits you better"</span>.
Not sure if he’s just hitting on you, or if he’s actually offering you a job, you <<if $bimboSkill >0>>giggle appreciatively<<else>>ask quizzically<</if>>, <span class="player">"What do you mean? Are you saying that you could find other work for me at Club B?"</span>.
<span class="male">"Exactly babe. Right now, you’re doing some good promo work for me. You’re sexy as fuck, bring in decent clients, and I’ve yet to see you shit up a drinks order, which puts you ahead of a decent lump of my workforce. But, if you’re willing to go the extra mile for my customers then I think we can work that into your job description. Of course, that’d come with a big pay-rise from me. I’m thinking, we body paint you up with the club logo at the start of every shift. Keep you naked, have you hand out flyers to really bring in the crowds. We’ll let you do some dancing still, to keep the cheap-seats happy, but mostly you’ll be working as company for our VIP clients. They tip well and having friends like them and me on your side will go a long way for a trainee"</span>, explains the lewd club owner, all the time eyeing you up with barely contained desire.
You open your mouth to respond, but Tony just hushes you, starting to walk away. <span class="male">"Before you make a decision, think about it first babe. The offer’s open for you now, so give it a shot some time, see how it fits you. Remember, big money and an in with important people, surely that’s worth getting your tits out for"</span>, he chortles, leaving without another word.
Think about his offer you wonder if it’s really worth it. <<if $bimboSkill >0>>But, you quickly get grumpy at yourself for even questioning the matter, the thought of being all hot and nude on the orders of your <span class="bimbo">hunky boss and master, Tony Bosco</span>, really turning you on. Trying out his nude promo girl job should be super fun!<<elseif $exhibitionismSkill >0>>But, thinking about it, the thought of being nude in front of so many people does turn you on. You’re still not sure about Tony Bosco’s motives, or whether it’s a good decision, however, it certainly is a sexy opportunity.<<else>>However, the thought of being naked in front of so many people all the time still sounds pretty awkward to you. Maybe if you were better trained to deal with being nude in public you’d feel better about it. Well, that or being a complete airheaded bimbo, but how would you ever end up like that.<</if>> Whatever the case, you probably should get back to work soon.
<span class="female">"These are the options available for scale painting <<if $femininity >=0>>miss<<else>>mister<</if>> $firstName"</span>, whispers Anna as she stumbles, grabbing for a laminated menu, listing the scale colour options. After taking a moment to recompose herself, her face having turned a deep red, she gracefully hands you the catalogue, filled with pictures of the different scale colour options.
<hr>
Body Paint Menu:<table>
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<td>Chrome</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "chrome">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Silver</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "silver">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Gold</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "gold">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Bronze</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "bronze">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Neon Pink</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "neon pink">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Red</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "red">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Black</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "black">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>White</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "white">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Grey</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "grey">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Blue</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "blue">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Green</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "green">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Purple</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "purple">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Orange</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "orange">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Yellow</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "yellow">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Pink</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$altColour" "pink">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Custom Colour</td><td></td><td><<textbox "$altColour" "">></td>
</tr>
</table><<button [[Choose colour|Salon Paint Scales Initialised]]>><</button>>
<<return "Cancel Procedure">>You point at the option to have your scales painted $altColour, handing the laminated menu back to Anna. She gives a short bow, as she takes it chiming quietly a, <span class="female">"Yes <<if $femininity >=0>>miss<<else>>mister<</if>>, a very good choice"</span>. Gently directing you towards a paint stained metal plate on the ground, she runs over to a table top, looking over a selection of brightly coloured bottles.
<span class="female">"<<if $femininity >=0>>Miss<<else>>Mister<</if>> $firstName, the body painting ... we offer here is very impressive, it doesn't ... fade with time, instead working into the body ... at a deeper level. You should find that even with damage it will ... stay the same as it already is, the new colour also won't fade"</span>, the quiet woman explains, occasionally stopping to collect herself.
Taking a moment, she continues, <span class="female">"I'll also ... you'll .. naked. I ... all your body. Need to be meticulous ... in applying it"</span>. Her face bright red in blush as she stumbles over her words even more than usual, obvously feeling awkward about making sure you're nude. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>You remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>You remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>You remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>Thankfully you're already naked so don't need to get undressed<</if>>.
Walking back over to you, Anna is now carrying a glass bottle filled with a $altColour liquid, topping the bottle is what looks like an industrial strength pain sprayer. Standing on the indicated spot, you let Anna get to work, spraying the contents of the bottle on your body and carefully working to ensure an even coating. Watching her in the large mirror, you see she looks much more confident, lost in her work. After a few minutes of ensuring she hasn’t missed any spots Anna takes a step back, grabbing something that looks a bit like a hairdryer. Without saying anything, she continues her task, running the hairdryer shaped device around your body. Every so often a bright flash of light springs from the device, the section it’s being pointed at suddenly becoming slightly warm, the sensation tingling across your <<checkSkin>> skin. Occasionally she has you move about so she can access a couple of spots that need an extra coating, using the spray bottle and then the hairdryer like device. She blushes heavily whenever she has to spray somewhere intimate, like around your <<checkAss>> bum, her embarrassment held somewhat in check by her professionalism.
Another 10 minutes later, Anna puts down the hairdryer like device, her face somewhere in between an excited giddiness and her usual submissive attitude. <span class="female">"Is <<if $femininity >=0>>miss<<else>>mister<</if>> happy with the new colour?"</span>, she asks, picking up a hand mirror from the counter, holding it behind you so that you can get a full view of your freshly painted scales.
The main segments of your scales are now a vibrant $altColour, just like the picture in the catalogue. Smiling, you nod your assent. Anna gives you a wide, heart-warming smile, obviously glad you are content with her work.
Happy with your new paint job [[you go back to considering salon treatments|Salon Transformation Options]]Finally arriving at your job location, you find yourself deep within the grimy industrial plaza. Looking around for the exact location of your allotted job, you end up outside a large yet otherwise unremarkable doorway. Above the entrance a sign titled, <span class="neutral">"Industrial Dairy"</span>, marks the businesses purpose, the smell of milk and machinery heavy in the air.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Signs/Dairy.png]]</div>
Passing through the large, open, entrance way, you enter an immense loading room. Heavy looking metal urns of milk wait around on transport carts, ready to be shipped out, and you’re almost sure you can hear tiny muffled moans in the distance. The room otherwise is rather clinical and clean, tiled walls, and metal flooring. The only thing that really stands out is a small office with a window to one side, inside which sits a man wearing blue latex gloves, and a white lab coat style jacket. He looks relatively well groomed, though his short, rusty, bearded, and slightly unkempt red hair give you the feeling that he doesn't take much time maintaining his appearance. Coming out to greet you, <<if visited("Industrial Dairy") || visited("Lactation Training Lesson") || visited("Industrial Dairy Job Main")>>the human milk farmer you know as Henry approaches<<else>>the dairy supervisor approaches<</if>>.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/HenryLarge.png]]</div>
<<if visited() <=1>><span class="male">"Right. Hey. <<if visited("Industrial Dairy") || visited("Lactation Training Lesson")>>Glad to see you again $firstName, it’s good to see that you’re giving working here some serious consideration. This might be a bit different to what we’ve talked about before, but I’ll walk you through everything one step at a time<<else>>Nice to meet you. I’m Henry, and I’m the current supervisor for the dairy. We’re an industrial scale human milk farm owned in large part by the facility. This might all be a bit new to you, but I’ll walk you through everything one step at a time<</if>>"</span>, the supervisor explains to you, his thick countryside accent making him slightly hard to understand.
Taking a moment to check his notes, he continues, <span class="male">"My records have you down as here for a single session on the production floor. My plan is to put you in one of the display rooms and see how you fare. We don’t really like to mix the freelancers with our herd, but we make a slight exception there. Basically, the display rooms are small dedicated milking chambers that can only fit 20 or so milkers, however, more importantly they offer tourists a chance to get up close and meet real hucows. Personally, I don’t like the interruptions to my business, but they can’t do anything you don’t give them permission to do, and we make sure that they’re sanitary before they enter. You’ll still get milked, but you’ll also get a chance to socialize with some of our herd, and the money is better than just a pure milking. We also offer financial incentives for compliant workers, along with those who’ve had themselves altered to better please our clients, so if you’re looking to make some extra G.G.P then committing yourself to the lifestyle could be greatly to your benefit. Of course, health and safety concerns mean we have to have you naked and fully showered before we can do anything milking related. Follow me and I’ll take you to the changing rooms"</span>.<<else>><span class="male">"Right. Hey. Good to see you again, glad that you’re taking working at the dairy seriously by coming back to us. I’ve got your down here for a session in the display rooms again. So, some milking, a few visitors looking over you, and that’s about it. Like previously we’ll be paying you for your milk and your time. We also offer financial incentives for compliant workers, along with those who’ve had themselves altered to better please our clients, so if you’re looking to make some extra G.G.P then committing yourself to the lifestyle could be greatly to your benefit. Standard procedure as always, going to need you to get cleaned up first. Follow me and I’ll take you to the changing rooms"</span>, the supervisor explains to you, his thick countryside accent making him slightly hard to understand.<</if>>
Following his lead, you pass through a side corridor from the general production floor, heading further into the dairy. Finding yourself escorted into a small changing room complete with showers, Henry waits outside for you to get ready. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>Thankfully, you don’t have to make your supervisor wait long as you're already naked<</if>>. Understanding the stringent sanitation rules which cover the dairy, you additionally give yourself a through showering, hoping that your results are up to the man’s expectations.
Though, it seems your worries were for nothing, as upon seeing you Henry only gives you an acknowledging nod, making no comment on your nude and freshly showered form. Instead, he just continues to usher you towards another door, this time labelled, <span class="neutral">"Display Room 1"</span>. Gently steered towards it, you pass through the entrance and [[into the display room|Industrial Dairy Job Main]].<<if $submission <- 25>><<set $submission += 5>><</if>><<if visited() <=1>><<include [[Industrial Dairy Job First Time]]>><<else>>The dairy’s display room is in stark contrast to rest of the facility you’ve seen so far. It still seems impeccably clean, but the room is decorated with large cow-like logo’s and slightly more colour than you’d otherwise expect. One wall is mostly comprised of a viewing window, letting a large throng of visitors watch the contained hucows, whilst two much fancier doors than what you’ve just passed through at the far end of the room allow a small number of higher importance guests to come in to inspect further.
The main feature of the room, however, is the two rows of ten milking stations, gleaming chrome frames with buckled restraints and milking pumps running down into the floor beneath them. More so, interestingly you can see that many of the shining frames are actually occupied by placid looking occupants, some talking to each other, some eating from movable feed trays, but all being milked, much to their palpable pleasure.
His hand on your shoulder, Henry guides you over towards an open spot, offering the occasional reassuring head pat to excited hucows as he passes. Giving you distinct yet gentle prods until he’s finally happy with your position, you soon find yourself on your hands and knees, draped over the frame so that it partially supports your weight. Oddly, the position is strangely comfortable, the rubber coated mat that you’re kneeling on feeling soft beneath you as Herny staps you firmly in place. Giving you a reassuring pat on your <<checkAss>> bum, your supervisor picks up the milking pumps breast cups, breathing on them and giving the rim a quick rub to warm them up before applying them to you.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Sex Scenes/HucowMilking.jpg]]</div>
Placing them on your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> breasts<</if>>, a small, <span class="player">"Eeep!"</span>, escapes from your mouth, the mild cold pinching slightly uncomfortable until you get fully used to it. Patting you on the shoulder soothingly, Henry waits as the pump begins taking effect, soon engorging your <<checkNipple>> nipples until they’re fully erect and larger than ever.<<if $udder>><br><br>Noticing your udder with a smile, Henry proceeds to pat around the floor, looking for a hidden hatch. Pulling back a small section of flooring, you watch as he pulls out a secondary set of milking tubes, albeit this set has four long heads, perfectly suited for your long fleshy teats. Following the same procedure as with the first breast cups, he breaths on them to warm them up, fitting them carefully with yet another slight pinch as they latch on with the suction. As they begin to properly milk you, it feels amazing, your teats maybe even more pleasurably sensitive than your nipples.<</if>>
Before your eyes, you see flowing through the tubes a thick stream of your <<checkLactationDescription>> <<checkLactationType>>, disappearing down beneath the floor. The rhythmic sucking of your <<checkNipple>> nipples by the machine feels amazing now that it’s in full action, and you can’t help but let out the occasional moan or murmur of pleasured appreciation, joining the chorus of other hucows being milked. And so begins your session in the display room, a rather languid yet enjoyable situation of being milked, being watched, talking to the other residents of the dairy, and occasionally eating a few oats.
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<<if visited() ==2>><<include [[Industrial Dairy Job Second Time]]>><<else>><<set $random = random(1,5)>><<if $random==1>><<include [[Industrial Dairy Job 1]]>><<elseif $random==2>><<include [[Industrial Dairy Job 2]]>><<elseif $random==3>><<include [[Industrial Dairy Job 3]]>><<elseif $random==4>><<include [[Industrial Dairy Job 4]]>><<elseif $random==5>><<include [[Industrial Dairy Job 5]]>><</if>><</if>><</if>>The dairy’s display room is in stark contrast to rest of the facility you’ve seen so far. It still seems impeccably clean, but the room is decorated with large cow-like logo’s and slightly more colour than you’d otherwise expect. One wall is mostly comprised of a viewing window, letting a large throng of visitors watch the contained hucows, whilst two much fancier doors than what you’ve just passed through at the far end of the room allow a small number of higher importance guests to come in to inspect further.
The main feature of the room, however, is the two rows of ten milking stations, gleaming chrome frames with buckled restraints and milking pumps running down into the floor beneath them. More so, interestingly you can see that many of the shining frames are actually occupied by placid looking occupants, some talking to each other, some eating from movable feed trays, but all being milked, much to their palpable pleasure.
His hand on your shoulder, Henry guides you over towards an open spot, offering the occasional reassuring head pat to excited hucows as he passes. Giving you distinct yet gentle prods until he’s finally happy with your position, you soon find yourself on your hands and knees, draped over the frame so that it partially supports your weight. Oddly, the position is strangely comfortable, the rubber coated mat that you’re kneeling on feeling soft beneath you as Herny staps you firmly in place. Giving you a reassuring pat on your <<checkAss>> bum, your supervisor picks up the milking pumps breast cups, breathing on them and giving the rim a quick rub to warm them up before applying them to you.
Placing them on your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> breasts<</if>>, a small, <span class="player">"Eeep!"</span>, escapes from your mouth, the mild cold pinching slightly uncomfortable until you get fully used to it. Patting you on the shoulder soothingly, Henry waits as the pump begins taking effect, soon engorging your <<checkNipple>> nipples until they’re fully erect and larger than ever.
Before your eyes, you see flowing through the tubes a thick stream of your <<checkLactationDescription>> <<checkLactationType>>, disappearing down beneath the floor. The rhythmic sucking of your <<checkNipple>> nipples by the machine feels amazing now that it’s in full action, and you can’t help but let out the occasional moan or murmur of pleasured appreciation, joining the chorus of other hucows being milked. And so begins your session in the display room, a rather languid yet enjoyable situation of being milked, being watched, talking to the other residents of the dairy, and occasionally eating a few oats.
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Drowsily strapped into your frame, your eyelids languidly struggling to stay open, you’re on the edge of falling asleep when suddenly a voice from beside you once more rouses your attention. Turning your head, you can just about groggily make out a beautiful long haired brunette woman on the frame next to you, her prodigious breasts hanging down beneath her to point that they almost reach the floor. Further, the look on her face largely replicates what you think is likely your own expression, a placid relaxation, though behind that you get the hint of something kind and reassuring.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/BetsyLarge.png]]</div>
Smiling at you comfortingly, you hone into what she says next, having missed whatever her previous statement was. <span class="female">"It’s okay. I know how tiring it can be, especially when you’re new. The food helps a little to refill what you’re losing from the milking, but being comfy and eating still make it very easy to fall asleep. I’m Betsy and I’ve been with the dairy for a while now. If you ever need any help or advice, don’t hesitate to ask, I like to help out when I can"</span>, her voice sweet yet slightly deep, as if maybe she doesn’t talk too often.
Letting out a big yawn, you take in the tiny cow horned headband, and fluffy puffball tail plug she wears, giving off an increased impression of her being cow-like. Seeing no reason not to have a friendly conversation with the resident hucow, you respond, <span class="player">"Hi, I’m $firstName. It’s nice to meet you. So, what’s it like to live in the dairy?"</span>, curious to get a better idea of what to expect.
Humming thoughtfully for a moment, the pretty brunette answers, <span class="female">"I like it. It’s nice here. There’s lots of food, and I get to sleep a lot, and they look after us well. If you put some effort into doing a good job for them by volunteering for extra work and earn yourself some treatments to improve your milk amount, then there’s some really nice perks to it all. I might not have a choice about being here, but if I did I don’t think I’d leave. My boobs just feel too good when I’m being milked, and when they prepare me for any public showing they brush my hair and wash me in the best way"</span>.
<span class="female">"Though, if you’re asking for the bad parts too, then there’s a few things that are hard to get used to. Like, the food is bit bland, and if you’re not volunteering for extra jobs then I can imagine it getting sort of boring at times, though you’d likely be so sleepy and relaxed you wouldn’t notice too much. We also spend a lot of time naked if that’s a problem for you, though again, it’s something you quickly get used to. Oh, and there’s nowhere near enough sex. The milking makes most of us feel really horny, but the staff only have sex with us if we win a competition or on special occasions, most of the time with the intent of breeding us. There are fucking machines in the sleeping stalls, and we get to use them if we’ve been good, but it’s not the same</span>", she finishes explaining, taking a brief break to dip her face into a raised metal trough sat just before her, the sound of munching adding to the relaxed atmosphere of the room.
<<if $submission >=0>>Blushing a little<<else>>Not sure how to feel<</if>> over all the sex talk, you continue to question Betsy, wanting to find out all you can of the dairy. <span class="player">"Is there anything I should look out for in the display room? Henry mentioned that they are always looking for more participants, but I can’t see any reason why"</span>.
Raising her head from her feed tray, needing a brief moment to swallow, Betsy lets out a little giggle before answering, <span class="female">"It’s probably a little mean to say, but a lot of the herd are … resistant. I can understand why, I was bought by the dairy too, but it’s rather silly of them. They’d be treated a lot better if they co-operated even a little, as it is, many of them end up getting strapped into industrial farming rigs for trying to escape or attack the staff. Even the ones who don’t do anything that stupid often don’t want to help the dairy, so they don’t offer to do promotional work, or to spend time in the display room. There’s also a few that have a weird opinion of here. You see, on top of all the visitors looking at us naked, VIP guests can touch us or even have sex with us if we agree to it. In my opinion, that’s why it’s so good to come in here, as it’s one of the easiest ways to have an orgasm or two, but I seem to be in a minority when it comes to the herd in thinking that. It’s not anything to worry about though, even us hucow slaves get to say no, so if you’re a trainee volunteering her you should be even safer"</span>.
After that, you spend a bit more time getting to know Betsy. She seems nice, and makes good conversation with you, though you occasionally have to stop for breaks. A little later, the large breasted brunette explains to you that she mostly just moos rather than speaking these days, so talking for extended periods hurts her throat a little. Not wanting to overtax her, you take on the brunt of the conversation, Betsy listening attentively and appreciatively. She does, however, tell you all about some of the farm competitions they have, going over how much she enjoys being milked in front of a crowd.
You don’t see too many guests enter the room, only one or two, and none of them come up close to inspect or talk to you. But, from your glances through the viewing window you can tell, to your slight embarrassment, that a lot of visitors have seen you nude and being milked, one or two even taking photos of you in your bound state. But, as there’s nothing you can do about it, you do the next best thing and relax back into a drowsy docile state.
<<include [[Industrial Dairy Job End]]>>Drowsily strapped into your frame, your eyelids languidly struggling to stay open, you’re on the edge of falling asleep when you realize that someone new is standing before you. Lazily tilting your head up, you can just about make out a heavy-set man wearing a simple suit.
Letting out a large yawn, you watch on as he views you from a few steps away, muttering quietly to himself as he does. <span class="male">"<<if !$vagina>>He’s<<else>>She’s<</if>> attractive enough, but I don’t have any data on <<if !$vagina>>his<<else>>her<</if>> yield. The records say <<if !$vagina>>he’s<<else>>she’s<</if>> a standard trainee, so I could probably get a good deal at auction if <<if !$vagina>>he’s<<else>>she’s<</if>> not too well trained across the board. I’ll have to ask about lactation data and training, but one to look out for I think"</span>, as he speaks his expression is more one of focus and calculation than anything lust-based.
Noticing that you’ve awoken from your semi-slumbered state, he looks a little sheepish for a moment, nodding at you apologetically. <span class="male">"Sorry about the interruption trainee $firstName, I’m just here inspecting the visiting hucows to see if you’d make good additions to my own ranch. I prefer to have a more old-fashioned open-air free-range feel to my own business, but the facilities Industrial Dairy does get in some high-quality producers. I’ll have to be keeping an eye out for you, but don’t fret, if I do end up as your master someday I have a rather hands-off approach to my cattle. My cows and studs are happy with their situation from what I can gather and have a lot of autonomy as long as they keep he ranch running fine. Anyhow, I’ll let you get back to your business"</span>. And, with that he gives you one brisk wave before quickly leaving.
You spend a moment wondering whether being bought as a hucow would suit you, and if so whether you’d prefer to be ‘free-ranged’ or live somewhere like the dairy. It’s a tough decision, and you’re far too tired to have such deep thoughts at the moments, so instead spend some time imagining living as a hucow on a small farm, lustily hand-milking yourself into a bucket like you saw in an old video once.
After the man you don’t see too many guests enter the room, only one or two, and none of them come up close to inspect or talk to you. But, from your glances through the viewing window you can tell, to your slight embarrassment, that a lot of visitors have seen you nude and being milked, one or two even taking photos of you in your bound state. But, as there’s nothing you can do about it, you do the next best thing and relax back into a drowsy docile state.
<<include [[Industrial Dairy Job End]]>>...
Pulled out of your placid drowsy state, you feel the unyielding hands of Henry rouse you back to full awareness, standing you up. Giving you a good examination, he carefully checks you over, making sure to massage your joints that had stiffened from being held in position over the frame. In particular, he inspects your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> breasts<</if>> and your <<checkNipple>> nipples, making sure that they aren’t overly sore or in any way damaged, giving an approving, <span class="male">"Good job. You did fine today, and I’m sure that you left a good impression on a lot of our visitors. We’re just getting everything totalled up, then we’ll compensate you for your time and efforts. We can always use more milkers willing to go on display, so if you’re interested, don’t hesitate to come back and see us again"</span>, his hard to read expression seemingly filled with pride.
Ushered over to a screen out in the staff hallway, you hear the familiar monotone voice of Alice, announcing your earnings. The display covering the full details of your job session.
<hr><b>Milking Report</b>
Name: $firstName $secondName
Production Type: <<checkLactationType>>
Production Quantity: $lactationLevel ml
Production Quality: standard
Production Value = <<set $holderInt = Math.round($lactationLevel * .1)>><<set $lactationLevel = 0>>$holderInt G.G.P
<hr><b>Earnings Report – Industrial Dairy Display Hucow</b>
You worked a full session in the milking display room: G.G.P + 200
Value of produce: G.G.P + $holderInt<<if $breastSize >=4>><br>Bonus for big breasts: G.G.P + 50<</if>><<if $assSize >=2>><br>Bonus for big ass: G.G.P + 50<</if>><<if $nippleSize >0>><br>Bonus for large nipples: G.G.P + <<set _nippleBonus = 25 * $nippleSize>>_nippleBonus<</if>><<if $ears == 5>><br>Bonus for hucow ears: G.G.P + 50<</if>><<if $tail == 4>><br>Bonus for hucow tail: G.G.P + 50<</if>><<if $hornType == 1 || $hornType == 2>><br>Bonus for hucow horns: G.G.P + 50<</if>><<if $udder>><br>Bouns for udder: G.G.P + 100<</if>><<if (lastVisited("Industrial Dairy Job 4a") is 0)||(lastVisited("Industrial Dairy Job 5a") is 0)>><br>Bonus for sexually pleasuring guest: G.G.P + 200<</if>>
Overall earned G.G.P = <<set $earnings = 200>><<if $breastSize >=4>><<set $earnings += 50>><</if>><<if $assSize >=2>><<set $earnings += 50>><</if>><<if $nippleSize >0>><<set $earnings += _nippleBonus>><</if>><<if $ears == 5>><<set $earnings += 50>><</if>><<if $tail == 4>><<set $earnings += 50>><</if>><<if $hornType == 1 || $hornType == 2>><<set $earnings += 50>><</if>><<if (lastVisited("Industrial Dairy Job 4a") is 0)||(lastVisited("Industrial Dairy Job 5a") is 0)>><<set $earnings += 200>><</if>><<if $udder>><<set $earnings += 100>><</if>><<set $earnings += $holderInt>><<set $ggp += $earnings>>$earnings
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The work session complete, Henry takes you back into the changing room to wash and get ready. Taking a moment to compose yourself, you <a data-passage="Travel Back">travel back to your room</a>.Drowsily strapped into your frame, your eyelids languidly struggling to stay open, you’re on the edge of falling asleep when a voice beside you rouses you from your near slumber. Lazily tilting your head, you can just about make out the beautiful long haired brunette woman hucow you know as Betsy strapped into frame next to you, her prodigious breasts hanging down beneath her to point that they almost reach the floor. Her bright and warm smile instantly puts you in a better mood, her happiness to see you clear and infectious.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/BetsyLarge.png]]</div>
Letting out a large yawn, you give your head a quick shake to clear the cobwebs from your mind. <span class="female">"Hi $firstName, it’s good to see you again. I’m sorry if I disturbed your sleep. You looked really relaxed, and I was hesitant to say anything. But, I wanted to say hi and see how you were doing at least. I hope that’s okay"</span>, her voice sweet yet slightly deep, as if maybe she doesn’t talk too often.
Working a crick out of your neck for a moment, you respond, <span class="player">"Hi Betsy. It’s okay, it’s nice to see you again too. I’m a bit drowsy, but other than that I’m fine. How about you?"</span>, curious to how the long-term hucow has been since your previous visit.
Smiling broadly a cheeky glint in her eye, the pretty brunette answers, <span class="female">"I’ve had a lot of fun. In fact, while you were asleep I even had a visit from an admiring guest who wanted to ‘investigate’ a prize hucow up close and personally. It was great, and he even talked Henry into letting me have a little bit of chocolate as a reward. Chocolate is the best, but we’re not normally allowed to have it because of the strict healthy diet they keep us to. I got an orgasm and chocolate, and this gets me extra rewards for being well behaved, I can’t believe that most of the other herd members don’t want to play along when it’s this rewarding"</span>.
Now that she’s mentioned it, you can mildly smell a distinctly sexual smell, the potent combination of cum, sweat and feminine juices obvious on Betsy. Seeing you wrinkle your nose a little, she adds sheepishly, <span class="female">"Sorry about the smell, they’ll probably give me a quick wash-down in a moment. It was just too good an offer to turn down, it’s been days since I last had sex with a real person, and I was feeling super in need. Some of the other hucows pair up in their stalls and … work it out together, but I’m stabled on my own, so I have to get it when I can"</span>.
With not much else to say on the topic, you spend a bit more time getting to know Betsy. She seems nice, and makes good conversation with you, the brunette attentively listening to your words. A little later, Henry comes over with a hose, bucket and sponge. After quickly washing her down with the hose, he spends a while giving Betsy a sponge bath, much to her contented pleasure if her little moans and moos are anything to go by.
You don’t see too many guests enter the room, only one or two, and none of them come up close to inspect or talk to you. But, from your glances through the viewing window you can tell, to your slight embarrassment, that a lot of visitors have seen you nude and being milked, one or two even taking photos of you in your bound state. But, as there’s nothing you can do about it, you do the next best thing and relax back into a drowsy docile state.
<<include [[Industrial Dairy Job End]]>>You feel extremely horny, though, ever since you received the treatment this has rapidly become the new normal for you. Deciding that you can spare some time to fulfil your needs you clamber onto your large <<if $bedType ==0>>pink<<else>>blue<</if>> bed. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" || $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>Rapidly shedding your clothes as you go, leaving them in an untidy heap on the floor.<<else>>Already naked, thankfully you need spend no time getting undressed, eager to start your self-pleasuring session.<</if>>
You settle on the bed, moving around a little until you can get yourself comfortable, the soft, thick duvet lovingly hugging your back, as your form slightly indents it. Moving your pillows to prop yourself up into a half sitting, half lying position you feel ready to start pleasuring yourself.
Closing your eyes, you run one hands down your body, caressing your <<checkSkin>> form as you go. Briefly exploring your <<checkThigh>> thigh, running into your <<checkAss>> bottom, you luxuriate in the sensations, enjoying the simplicity of your actions. Meanwhile, you <<if $breastSize ==0>>run your other hand over your chest, gently thumbing one of your <<checkNipple>> nipples. The gentle touch against your sensitive nipple, immediately renders your lust redoubled<<else>>fondle one of your <<checkBreast>> boobs, taking a moment to feel its delicate heft in your palms. The gentle touch against your sensitive mounds, renders your lust redoubled<</if>>, your <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> cock and needy pussy both pulsing with need<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock pulsing with need<<else>>needy pussy pulsing with need<</if>>. <<if $lactating>>Despite only the brief touch, beneath your fingers you notice a sudden wetness as beads of <<checkLactationDescription>> <<checkLactationType>> lazily roll their way out from between your fingers, the smell of <<checkLactationType>> clinging pleasantly to the air, mixing with the scent of your own need.<</if>>
Now fully in the moment, you focus your efforts, panting with some level of amazement at just how arousing playing with your <<checkNipple>> nipples <<if $breastSize !=0>>and <<checkBreast>> bosom <</if>>really is. In your lust-addled state, it’s not a pressing concern, but realization that it’s likely due to your initial treatment briefly crosses your mind. Of course, now that you’ve started you’re too swept up to do much else, with much intrigue exploring just what reactions you can provoke from your <<if $breastSize==0>>nipples<<else>>breasts<</if>>. Oddly your <<if $penis>>dick<<else>>cunt<</if>> feels almost as if it’s being played with too, and you full expect that you’ll soon be rewarded with an intense orgasm despite having paid it no attention. <<if $lactating>>At the same time, you’re now starting to accrue quite a pool of <<checkLactationType>> on your stomach, your <<if $breastSize !=0>>breasts<<else>>nipples<</if>>now having produced a ludicrous amount of it upon every touch. Even now, rivulets of it flow down your sides into you bedsheets, creating a mess that you’re way too preoccupied to care about. <</if>><<if $udder>>Reaching down further, you even give some attention to your prodigious udder, fondling its large jiggling mass. The sloshing of your udder briging you amazing levels of satisfaction, you can’t help but let out an absentminded moo of contentment. <</if>>
It all happens at once, furiously tweaking your <<checkNipple>> buds in your need, you feel a rush of sensation power through your <<if $penis & $vagina>>cock and pussy<<elseif $penis>>cock<<else>>pussy<</if>>, as if someone had run a electric shock through your body. <<if $lactating>>As the crescendo of orgasm overtakes you, pressure building within your chest, a tidal wave of <<checkLactationType>> sprays forth from within you, the power behind is so strong that even your face is lightly coated with it. <</if>>Flailing wildly, deep moans springing from deep within you, you realize that your thighs have become all of a sudden quite sticky, tiredly looking down, you note with some wonder that you really did cum, a heady pool of <<if $penis>>cum<<else>>fem-cum<</if>> splattered wetly across them.
After a few minutes recovery you <<if $lactating>>wipe your wet hand off on your side dreading what housekeeping will think of the mess with a shudder. Seeing no good in crying over spilled <<checkLactationType>> you instead decide to <</if>>pull yourself out of bed, ready to [[get back to doing something more productive|Room Hub]].Deciding to explore if there’s any fun adventures or gameshows running today, you decide to go consult the strange plastic talking tree to see what’s available. Wandering across the massive and brightly coloured playroom, you soon arrive at the odd semi-computerized plaything, it’s cartoon face smiling happily on its front screen. Before it rests a small clearing stuffed with fluffy and plush looking mushrooms and small hillocks. Obviously placed so that visiting littles have somewhere comfortable to rest, they do help to keep the colourful fairy-tale-forest vibe of the room section, the decorators having done to great effort to make everything cute and whimsical.
<span class="neutral">"Hello there cute $firstName, it’s nice to see you today"</span>, it announces in a jovial yet booming voice emanating from within its frame, <span class="neutral">"Would you like me to tell you a story or are you here to learn all about what amazing adventures await your skilful exploration? Maybe, instead you want to know all about todays gameshow listings, to find out if you can win yourself some wonderful prizes? Sit before me and tell my wooden ears what you wish today sweet $firstName"</span>.
Taking a seat on a particularly vibrant-looking faux-mushroom, you answer, <span class="player">"I’m not looking for a story at the moment, but could you please tell me about everything else?"</span>.
<span class="neutral">"Of course little $firstName, there’s many exciting gameshows and wonderous adventures within the Nursery, I hope at least one of them is to your liking …"</span>, laughs the tree, recounting everything running today.
<hr><b><u>Little Land Nursery Available Events</u></b>
<b>Adventures</b>:
None
<b>Gameshows</b>:
<<if $diaperWettingPlay || $diaperMessingPlay>><<if !$malusGameToday && ($currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper")>><a data-passage="Malus Diaper Race Game Job Intro">Diaper Racing</a> – Compete against an opponent not to fill your diaper whilst being fed a variety of delicious <<if $diaperWettingPlay && $diaperMessingPlay>>foods and drinks<<elseif $diaperWettingPlay>>drinks<<else>>foods<</if>> prepared especially for littles. Big prizes, win or lose, but make sure to sign up with a clean diaper if you want to win.<<elseif $malusGameToday>>Diaper Racing – Compete against an opponent not to fill your diaper whilst being fed a variety of delicious <<if $diaperWettingPlay && $diaperMessingPlay>>foods and drinks<<elseif $diaperWettingPlay>>drinks<<else>>foods<</if>> prepared especially for littles. Big prizes, win or lose, but make sure to sign up with a clean diaper if you want to win - You’ve already participated on Diaper Racing today, so can’t compete again.<<else>>Diaper Racing – Compete against an opponent not to fill your diaper whilst being fed a variety of delicious <<if $diaperWettingPlay && $diaperMessingPlay>>foods and drinks<<elseif $diaperWettingPlay>>drinks<<else>>foods<</if>> prepared especially for littles. Big prizes, win or lose, but make sure to sign up with a clean diaper if you want to win - You aren't wearing a diaper, so can't participate in Diaper Racing<</if>><<else>>None<</if>>
<b>Minor Random Task</b>:
[[Pick a random task|ABDL Job Minor Random Start]] - Receive a minor task from the talking tree (normally requests from advertisers or fans).
<hr>Thinking about your options, you realize that you could always just [[stay in the main play room|ABDL Job Play]] if nothing on the Talking Tree’s list interests you.<<set $malusGameJob = true>>Telling the talking tree, <span class="player">"I’d like to play Diaper Racing"</span>, you watch as his face is momentarily replaced with an animated hourglass before returning to normal.
<span class="neutral">"Little $firstName there’s a slot for that open today. Your opponent will be the adorable Malus, have you met him? He’s quite the champion for the show. I’ll set everything up for you now, if you wait outside the ‘Stage’ archway, someone will collect you soon"</span>, announces the tree in its standard joyful bark.
Heading over to where you’re directed, it only takes a moment before you see a small crowd moving towards you. <<if $metMalus>>Most of them have the air of general facility staff, though you do spot a single woman who looks very similar to Malus’s Amazonian carer. She’s slightly shorter, but still close to six-foot-tall in height, her platinum blonde hair done up in a complicated braid. The outfit, however, is what really stands out. Leaving little to the imagination, you can’t help but gawk at her skin-tight red sequin-encrusted leotard, the light catching on it in tantalizing ways as her breasts jiggle beneath the thin surface.
Coming to a halt just before you, the imposing woman you’ve heard referred to as Aunt Agnes stares down at you, a gleeful sneer betraying her opinion of the upcoming competition. With one hand patting you condescendingly atop your head, she coos, <span class="female">"It’s like today’s my birthday, and you just got me a wonderful present. I’m sure that’s exactly how my naughty little Malus is feeling too, he does love to use his diaper before an audience after all. This is like the gift that keeps on giving"</span>, taking a moment to compose herself slightly, she continues, <span class="female">"This whole thing is slightly last minute, but I’ve managed to pull everything together, so we’ll all be getting to play out on the main stage in just a moment. Looked around a bit for you but couldn’t find anyone willing to claim you as their charge, so I asked my friend Cindy to help out. She’s a real sweetheart, and if I hear you’ve acted up while she’s looking after you, then it won’t just be Malus who’s on the receiving end of my … affections. We’re going to head off to prepare, so you should probably do the same with Cindy. Just remember, be on your best behaviour or else"</span>.
Taking hold of her charge’s minute hand, you watch on as she drags him away, gleefully taunting him as she goes. Of course, he meekly takes it as always, shaking his head a little at most.<<else>><<set $metMalus = true>>Right at the front of them you spot a short figure seemingly being lectured loudly by a much larger one. The taller individual, standing at almost 7-foot-tall, is a redheaded woman dressed in red ruffled blouse and a billowing black long skirt. Her hair tied in a tight bun, the Amazonian woman cuts an imposing figure, despite the fact that she only looks to be in her early 20’s. The shorter person, however, is much more striking in terms of appearance. At only just 4 feet in height, and with pale skin to the point that it’s almost blue in colour being only the start of his obvious modifications, you are momentarily stunned by the odd scene in front of you.
Staring at them, curiosity getting the better of you, your focus rests on the small pale man. Small pointed ears, stick out of a mass of tight ringlet curls short, his hair pitch black in colour has a few veins of purple mixed throughout it drawing in your attention. Moving down, you notice high cheek bones, violet coloured eyes that look wiser than his appearance would have you believe, and a small delicate nose, all adding together to give him a sort of elvish quality. The only feature that really feels out of place, are his thick inviting lips, which rest in a natural pout. Looking further down, you notice the most prominent characteristic of the young man, that he’s wearing an extremely visible giant diaper.
The huge disposable diaper, look to be immensely padded, likely not just one, or even two diapers layered on top of each other. So bulky is the large diaper, that the man’s legs are forced apart wide, stuck in a permanent waddle to cope with it. Cute images of cartoon bears festoon the outside of the diaper, making it look rather adorable if childish. Finishing out his outfit, are a pair of matching tiny purple frilly cloth booties and mittens, and a frilly purple t-shirt, the shirt bearing puffy shoulder sections, and fine white lace around the edges, coming down just far enough that it could almost be mistaken for an extremely short baby dress.
It seems to be, at least from where you’re watching. a rather one-sided conversation, with the short, diapered figure shaking his head nervously, whilst the larger figure cackles away. You don’t catch a lot of exactly what she says, but you do hear phrases like, <span class="female">"You better win you dirty stink-bum"</span>, and, <span class="female">"Big diapered cry-baby, better actually try this time"</span>, more than a couple of times. Mostly, she just seems to be taunting him endlessly with a long list of baby related comments mixed with threats of his need to win, all the while the smaller one just sits there taking it. He blushes and disagrees a little here and there, but mostly just takes her comments quietly.
The rest of their gathering have the air of general facility staff, though you do spot a single woman who looks very similar to the Amazonian carer. She’s slightly shorter, but still close to six-foot-tall in height, her platinum blonde hair done up in a complicated braid. The outfit, however, is what really stands out. Leaving little to the imagination, you can’t help but gawk at her skin-tight red sequin-encrusted leotard, the light catching on it in tantalizing ways as her breasts jiggle beneath the thin surface.
Coming to a halt just before you, the imposing tall woman guiding the smaller man looks down at you, a gleeful sneer betraying her opinion of the upcoming competition. With one hand patting you condescendingly atop your head, she coos, <span class="female">"It’s like today’s my birthday, and you just got me a wonderful present. I’m sure that’s exactly how my naughty little Malus is feeling too, he does love to use his diaper before an audience after all. This is like the gift that keeps on giving. I’m Aunt Agnes, and you’ve made me very happy, which is a good thing for you"</span>, taking a moment to compose herself slightly, she continues, <span class="female">"This whole thing is slightly last minute, they almost didn’t have the staff available, but I’ve managed to pull everything together, so we’ll all be getting to play out on the main stage in just a moment. Looked around a bit for you but couldn’t find anyone willing to claim you as their charge, so I asked my friend Cindy to help out. She’s a real sweetheart, and if I hear you’ve acted up while she’s looking after you, then it won’t just be Malus who’s on the receiving end of my … affections. We’re going to head off to prepare, so you should probably do the same with Cindy. Just remember, be on your best behaviour or else"</span>.
In a moment of her standing there smugly, her smaller compatriot approaches you with a friendly smile, his voice having a strange melodic sing-song quality, <span class="male">"Hi, I’m Malus. It’s nice to meet you. I hope we can be friends, even if we’re competing. If you ever want to come play, then I’ll be in the Nursery. I think …"</span>.
Taking hold of her charge’s minute hand, you watch on as she drags him away mid-sentence, gleefully taunting him as she goes. Of course, he meekly takes it as before, shaking his head a little at most.<</if>> With them, the rest of the crew also leaves, mumbling to themselves about lighting, sound, and a host of other matters that go straight over your head. As they finally disappear through one of the far arches, you realize that you’ve been left alone with the tall blonde Cindy, who apparently is going to be some sort of assistant for you today.
Smiling at you a dazzling smile, she giggles, <span class="female">"I’m super looking forward to this, the game shows they run for the channel are always so much fun. You’ll probably have fun too, but it might get a little embarrassing first for you. Agnes asked me to help, so I’m going to be your assistant for the competition. We’re doing ‘Diaper Racing’ today, which is pretty simple really, and you don’t have to worry about me messing anything up as it all comes down to you, cutie. After this, I’m sure you’ll be overwhelmed with the amount of support you get from the home audience, maybe even a few new mommy’s and daddy’s looking to adopt you as their special little play-thing"</span>, eyeing you up as she goes to see what she’s working with. While she teases you, much like you’ve seen Agnes treat her charge, you notice that with Cindy her tone is a lot more playful rather than menacing, more as if she’s joking with you.
<span class="player">"I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to do"</span>, you tell her, getting minorly worried yourself about your chances with the competition.
Putting up her hand, she waves off your question quickly, disarming you with another cheery smile, <span class="female">"It’s not tough, and they’ll go through it with you when we get in there. You’ll do great, and if you mess up then I’m here to still make you look good. You’re in your diaper, so other than that there’s not much else to prepare. I think Agnes just likes to torment Malus a bit before the competition so that he tries harder. I’ve heard from other competitors that he just randomly mashes the buttons, so you’re in for a good chance. Though, I did hear that Agnes pays off the producers too from another friend, so maybe you’re not going to be lucky, hard to tell I guess. But, we should probably start heading over there before they get worried and think we’ve run off"</span>.
And, with that, she begins to usher you on forward to the large arch labelled, <span class="neutral">"Front Stage"</span>, so that you both can [[begin the preparations for Diaper Racing|Malus Diaper Race Game Setup]].Left alone now, you return to the talking tree to see how high your ratings were today. Moving up to the cartoonish screen of the tree, you see that the show went on for a while and it's almost time for you to leave, your earnings report fully on display.
<<set $random = random(8,9)>><<set $earnings += ($random *50)>><<set $ggp += $earnings>><hr><b>Earnings Report – Little Land Nursery</b>
You garnered a $random point rating from – Being a contestant on Diaper Racing: <<set $holderInt = $random *50>>G.G.P + $holderInt
Overall earned G.G.P = $earnings
<hr>
With your pay received you say goodbye to everyone and <a data-passage="Travel Back">travel back to your room</a>.Lethargically held in your frame, your eyelids flutter as they struggle to stay open. You’re just about to drift asleep when movement in front of you rouses you from your state of near slumber. Lazily tilting your head up, you watch with a large yawn as a gagged red-headed hucow is firmly dragged by Henry onto the milking stall beside you. Her long bright ginger braided pigtails, flapping about as she twists and turns, grumpy mumbling barely muffled by the device in her mouth as the dairy overseer straps her in. Getting a closer look, you’re a bit surprised at the girl, her breasts much smaller than you’d expect from a hucow, though she does have an adorable smattering of freckles across the majority of her smooth pale skin.
Taking a knee so he’s on level with her, you hear as Henry tells the girl in a soothing yet stern tone, <span class="male">"Now come on Rachel, you signed up to come in here, there’s no need for that lip of yours over this. I’m going to take that bit out of your mouth in a moment, and I’m going to trust that you aren’t going to cause a scene. I know that this has all been rough on you, no point in making it any harder by getting yourself in punishment for cussing out staff or guests, especially when you’ve just earned yourself some privileges. Understood"</span>, the expression on his face brooking no sass.
With a great huffing sigh, the girl relents, nodding her agreement. Seeing that she’s complying, at least for now, Henry unbuckles the gag bit carefully, massaging her jaw as he goes. <span class="female">"Argh. Alright I suppose. But you gotta promise me that if I don’t shout anyone out then I’ll keep my privileges, and I don’t have to suck anyone’s cock or nothing"</span>, replies the freckled red-head, her voice slightly gravelly and unrefined with just a slight rural accented hint to it.
<span class="female">"Of course, that’s the deal on the table. Rules are that you don’t have to do anything for a guest you don’t want to. Just make sure you don’t bite, insult or spit on a guest and I think we’ll be fine on your behaviour. If you start to get all wound up, remember that you’re getting TV in your stall for volunteering here"</span>, he reminds her, wanting to make sure that she doesn’t throw another tantrum.
Seemingly happy with her silence, Henry gives her a gentle pay on the head before heading off to look at one of the other hucows. Seeing him gone, the freckled cutie, her teeth slightly crooked, grins at you, <span class="female">"Don’t think I’ve seen you around here. You new? Or, are you a day-worker?"</span>, all signs of her previous grumpy reluctance immediately dissipated in her cheeky smile.
<span class="player">"Hi, I’m $firstName. I’m a repurposed trainee, just doing a few shifts for the dairy"</span>, you reply, not sure exactly how to respond to her.
<span class="female">"Sure, sure. Makes sense. I’m Rachel by the way, not that you really need to know. I’ll be out of here in no time when they figure out how unsuited I am to this play. I mean, look at my tits, do they look like cow tits to you?"</span>, the girl answers in a cheeky tone, trying to shake her tiny chest which barely can even manage the most minute jiggle, <span class="female">"See, nothing! Practically flat as a board!"</span>.
Her tone getting slightly grimmer, she continues, <span class="female">"Never thought the dairy would pick me up, but they keep insisting that I was a good buy for my price, think I fit the look of the place. Well, the way I see it they’ll soon get bored of me playing hard to get and if they can’t get much milk out of me then they’ll recoup the money by selling me on. Wouldn’t mind working one of the brothels, or maybe as a maid, at least they get clothes and decent food"</span>.
<<if $submission >0>>A bit uncomfortable from her negative attitude, you try to shuffle a little in your bindings, feeling awkward from the conversation. <span class="player">"It can’t be all that bad, can it?"</span>, you ask hoping that maybe she’ll cheer up a bit.<<else>>Feeling slightly uncomfortable by her talking so openly about wanting to escape, the thought of getting wrapped up in someone else’s problems not something that appeals to you, you decide to try and change the subject. <span class="player">"Come on, can’t be all that bad. Especially if they let you talk about that stuff in public"</span>, you add hoping that maybe she’ll avoid the topic in the future.<</if>>
Shrugging slightly, she sighs, <span class="female">"Sure, it’s not the worst thing that can happen. I mean, I’ll take it over getting packed into latex and used as a footstool, but it’s not my thing. I don’t make much milk, and I don’t want to volunteer for too much crap to help them, so my living conditions are pretty suck-y. Henry is nice enough, he at least tries to make me not feel like shit, and he’s offered to get me some basic milk boosters to help my output. But, messing around with that sort of stuff seems pretty final, you know. Plus, being treated like a farm animal isn’t where I saw my future prospects, even when I landed myself in slavery"</span>.
With not much else to say on the topic, you spend a bit more time getting to know Rachel. She seems nice enough after you get over her sulking and makes good conversation with you. It sounds like she’s trying to play along just enough that she doesn’t get in trouble, but still hasn’t settled in the dairy, an undercurrent of escape held in much of what she says. Outside of that though she mostly tells you about her past, commenting on how she used to work on a farm, so the whole hucow thing is annoyingly ironic to her. She’s taken away after a while, her session much shorter due to her small barely lactating breasts, Henry re-gagging her as she returns to her grumpy mumbling.
You don’t see too many guests enter the room, only one or two, and none of them come up close to inspect or talk to you. But, from your glances through the viewing window you can tell, to your slight embarrassment, that a lot of visitors have seen you nude and being milked, one or two even taking photos of you in your bound state. But, as there’s nothing you can do about it, you do the next best thing and relax back into a drowsy docile state.
<<include [[Industrial Dairy Job End]]>>Drowsily strapped into your frame, your eyelids languidly struggling to stay open, you’re on the edge of falling asleep when a voice beside you rouses you from your near slumber. Lazily tilting your head, you can just about make out the pigtailed and freckled ginger hucow you know as Rachel strapped into frame next to you, her tiny breasts barely hanging down beneath her, producing very little milk. Her cheeky grin meets you, her mood seemingly less grumpy than you’ve seen her previously.
Letting out a large yawn, you give your head a quick shake to clear the cobwebs from your mind. <span class="female">"Hey $firstName, didn’t think I’d see you again. You figured out how to break me out of here yet, or am I going to have to tunnel out of her on my own"</span>, her voice joking, though you get the hint that there’s an element of gallows humour to her comment.
Working a crick out of your neck for a moment, you respond, <span class="player">"Hi Rachel. It’s nice to see you again too. I’m a bit drowsy, but other than that I’m fine. How about you?"</span>, curious to how the reluctant hucow has been since your previous visit.
Sighing and shrugging, the pretty red-head answers, <span class="female">"You know, it’s been same as before. Boring mostly. I’ve got a TV in my stall now, so the nights are a bit better. They can’t find anyone who wants to room with me, and everyone they assign has asked for rehousing, so they’ve given up and just left me to sleep on my own. It’s actually pretty great, no worries about snoring keeping me up at least. I was thinking about maybe signing up for some promotional stuff, make me more valuable as a model than as a milker, but I’m still not sure if that’ll backfire, you know"</span>.
Curious to find out more about the dairy, you ask her in a conversational tone, <span class="female">"Promotional stuff? What sort of promotional stuff? And, while you’re at it, what sort of privileges do they let you earn here?"</span>.
Shrugging again, she mumbles, <span class="female">"It’s embarrassing, but if it’ll convince you not to end up here then I suppose I can tell you. Promotional work varies a bit, and they offer it when it comes up. Normally, it means being showed off at events, but sometimes they need proper models for photoshoots and stuff. It’s still as a hucow, but it’s better than boring milking. Sadly, they fill up the good ones quick. As for the reward system, that’s sort of complex. They have a point system a bit like the G.G.P points for you trainees, but it’s for good behaviour and milk output. You can cash them in for room trades, nicer beds, even normal food every now and then. But, they’re really hard to get a bunch of. Henry’s pretty nice with them to be honest, he’ll even add new things to the reward list if they’re reasonable"</span>.
With not much else to say on the topic, you spend a bit more time getting to know Rachel. She seems nice if a little surly, and makes good conversation with you, the freckled girl chatting with you attentively. Mostly she asks you about what’s going on outside the dairy, obviously wanting to take her mind off of her life as a hucow slave. Before long though, she’s taken, her session much shorter due to her small barely lactating breasts. However, on a positive note, Henry no longer having to gag her like he did in your first meeting.
You don’t see too many guests enter the room, only one or two, and none of them come up close to inspect or talk to you. But, from your glances through the viewing window you can tell, to your slight embarrassment, that a lot of visitors have seen you nude and being milked, one or two even taking photos of you in your bound state. But, as there’s nothing you can do about it, you do the next best thing and relax back into a drowsy docile state.
<<include [[Industrial Dairy Job End]]>>Drowsily strapped into your frame, your eyelids languidly struggling to stay open, you’re on the edge of falling asleep when you realize that someone new is standing before you. Lazily tilting your head up, you can just about make out a cheery yet normal looking woman. Though, you do note to some amusement that she’s rather oddly dressed. Seemingly taking her visit to the dairy seriously, she’s fully dressed in something that looks like a cow-girl outfit, a wide brimmed hat and spurred boots completing the look. The only part of it that feels extremely out of place is the thick and intimidating looking strap-on she wears buckled around her crotch, the buckles on it hidden within the depths of her leather chaps.
Letting out a large yawn, you watch on as she moves closer, offering you a small appreciative purr as she eyes you up with obvious lust. <span class="female">"What a sexy little thing you are all trussed up and sleepy. I’m on a nice vacation to this here facility, and thought it’d be real interesting to come visit a working human dairy. Not only was I proven right, but then I spot the most delectable hucow all bound and adorable being milked, and I say to myself ‘better go in and see if <<if $penis>>he<<else>>she<</if>> wants a good fucking to brighten <<if $penis>>his<<else>>her<</if>> day’. So, what do you say cutie, you want to feel my big black dildo breeding you deep? I’ll even give you a little cash to remember me by. All you got to do is just give me a nod or shake of your head. You’re such a sleepy thing that I don’t think you could manage to speak right now, could you?"</span>, the woman offers you, the whole time licking her lips and absentmindedly stroking the girthy black faux-cock.
Thinking over her offer a moment, you try to take in all the information. Letting her fuck you could make you some more money, <<if $sexualPreference !=2>>and it could be fun. She’s quite pretty, and that dildo looks like it’d feel great being pushed into you, especially if she knows what she’s doing<<else>>but you’re not into women so it’s not something you’d consider fun. She does, however, seem nice enough at least<</if>>. On the other side, you’d be having very public sex, and you get the feeling that she wants to fuck you hard and fast while you’re bound to the frame. Either way, you probably shouldn’t keep the woman waiting too long if you don’t want to look rude at your job.
Do you:
<<if $sexualPreference !=2>>[[Agree to her offer|Industrial Dairy Job 5a]]<<else>>You’re not into women, so her offer isn’t something you’d be interested in accepting<</if>>
[[Decline her offer|Industrial Dairy Job 5b]]Drowsily strapped into your frame, your eyelids languidly struggling to stay open, you’re on the edge of falling asleep when you realize that someone new is standing before you. Lazily tilting your head up, you can just about make out a rather normal looking man. Normal that is except for one thing. Much to your amusement, your laughter only stifled by your tiredness, you run your eyes up one of the gaudiest outfits you’ve ever seen. The guest seems to be taking his visit to the dairy seriously, as he’s fully dressed in a clean and new looking cowboy outfit, complete with shiny white spurred boots.
Letting out a large yawn, you watch on as he moves closer, offering you a slow friendly wave in greeting. <span class="male">"Hello there little one, aren’t you just the most adorable thing in this here facility. I’m on a very special celebratory visit today. You see my company just secured a big contract, and I got an equally big bonus for getting it. And, I’ve always found sweet sleepy little hucows just the cutest thing ever. I was just wondering, if you wouldn’t mind, whether you’d let me breed you a little? I can pay obviously. Now, don’t you tax yourself too much thinking about this, you just give me a nod or shake of your head. After all, darling hucows don’t speak much, do they?"</span>, as he speaks to you, you notice distinctly that he keeps his voice quite soft and quiet, as if he’s worried he’ll spook you if he makes too much noise.
Thinking over his offer a moment, you try to take in all the information. Letting him fuck you could make you some more money, <<if $sexualPreference !=1>>and it could be fun. At the very least he seems to be polite and clean<<else>>but you’re not into men so it’s not something you’d consider fun. He does, however, seem polite and clean at least<</if>>. On the other side, you’d be having very public sex, and the guy seems to want to treat you more like a dairy cow from the sound of things. Either way, you probably shouldn’t keep the man waiting too long if you don’t want to look rude at your job.
Do you:
<<if $sexualPreference !=1>>[[Agree to his offer|Industrial Dairy Job 4a]]<<else>>You’re not into men, so his offer isn’t something you’d be interested in accepting<</if>>
[[Decline his offer|Industrial Dairy Job 4b]]Deciding that you’d not like to take the man up on his offer you shake your head at him. Unable to hold back another docile yawn, you look up with big weary eyes at the man, hoping he takes your refusal well.
Thankfully, the cow-boy dressed man seems to accept your decision without complaint, though you can see that he’s obviously saddened by your rebuffing. With a gloomy smile, the man nods at you acknowledging-ly, <span class="male">"That makes sense. You’re tired, and very busy with your milking. I’m sorry to have bothered you. I’ll let you get back to your business. Maybe I’ll catch you at a better time, you really are a very cute little hucow"</span>. And, with a small wave goodbye, the man departs the room to re-join his tour.
After the man you don’t see too many guests enter the room, only one or two, and none of them come up close to inspect or talk to you. But, from your glances through the viewing window you can tell, to your slight embarrassment, that a lot of visitors have seen you nude and being milked, one or two even taking photos of you in your bound state. But, as there’s nothing you can do about it, you do the next best thing and relax back into a drowsy docile state.
<<include [[Industrial Dairy Job End]]>><<if $vagina>><<set $timesVaginallyFucked += 1>><<else>><<set $timesAnallyFucked += 1>> <</if>>Nodding your acceptance, you watch his eyes light up with even more excitement. <span class="male">"Well, aren’t you just the best little hucow in this whole dairy. Not just cute as a button, but also considerate and a just a bit frisky. I’ll have the funds sent over right away, to my understanding the dairy handles that, but I’ll make sure on the way out. But, as for now, I’ll be seeing to my sweet little friend won’t I. So, relax, get as comfortable as you can, and I’ll try and set your loins aflame with a breeding that’ll satisfy you"</span>.
Humming your agreement, eyes lidding lazily once more in your exhaustion, you settle back down as he instructed you. The man passes out of sight, but that’s to be expected, you vision hampered significantly by both your excessive bindings, as well as your state of perpetual tiredness. Of course, it doesn’t take long for you to figure out where he is, the feel of his two meaty hands caressing your <<checkAss>> bottom soothingly, as if he wants to make sure you’re calm and docile before starting anything.
His careful massaging of your rear feels rather nice, especially combined with the rhythmic sucking of your <<if $breastSize == 0>><<checkNipple>> nipples<<else>><<checkBreast>> boobs<</if>>, and you soon recognise the familiar heat of arousal starting to build. Your <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> dick standing at attention below you, whilst your wanton pussy pulses with need<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> dick standing at attention below you<<else>>your wanton pussy pulsing with need<</if>>, you let out a little appreciative moan as his hands start to roam exploratorily.
A clattering behind you as he drops his belted and pants to the floor, combined with a distinct prodding at your <<if $vagina>>cunt<<else>>asshole<</if>> by something that you guess is one of his fingers, signals that he’s getting ready to start. Though, his touch does remain gentle, his finger joined by another which tentatively roams within your needy hole, stretching it slowly in preparation for its imminent usage.
Clamping his hands on your hips, his knees slapping against the floor behind you, you hear the man whisper encouragingly, <span class="male">"Thank you my sweet little hucow, I’ll try to go slow to make sure you’re okay. You feel so good back here on my fingers, and I’ve not even entered you yet. You must really be in need of some relief. Pant and moan all you like cutie, it’s very adorable"</span>. Murmuring happily at his kind words, you almost miss the moment as he presses his length into your <<if $vagina>>wet and ready pussy<<else>>well-prepared rear entrance<</if>>, his relatively standard cock gliding into you with ease.
Now firmly lodged in your sensitive depths, your partner begins to pick up the pace, making true on his promise to breed you. Especially in your bound and docile state, you can do very little other than submit to his fucking, pliantly yielding to his cock as it <<if $vagina>>reaches deep into your feminine depths<<else>>rubs wonderfully against your eager prostate<</if>>. Despite his relatively doughy appearance, the faux-cowboy has a lot of stamina, managing to rut you with a steady rate of cock, much to your delight. Small mewls and the occasional embarrassed moo being pulled from deep within you, the man always taking a moment to give you some extra attention whenever he hears you moo.
Your nipples being massaged by the milking machine, and your <<if $vagina>>engorged pussy<<else>>quivering asshole<</if>> being attended to by the guest, you’re in a veritable state of bliss. Letting out one loud moo of utter contentment, you’re brought to a shuddering orgasm by the dick plumbing your depths. Your <<if $vagina>>cunt<<else>>rear-hole<</if>> gripping him like a vice as it pulses with pleasure <<if $vagina>>a torrent of warm fem-cum flooding over his length<<else>>your cock spurting a torrent of cum on the floor beneath you<</if>>, your partner also achieves his own much-needed release. Squirting a hot load of cum deep within you, he finally succumbs to exhaustion, collapsing against you in what accounts to a cuddle, bound as you are.
After regaining his breath, his rapidly cooling cum slowly bubbling and leaking out of you, he gives you another comforting stroke on the behind. <span class="male">"Wow! That was certainly something! You must have really needed that more than I thought. They way your body tugged at me, near the end I thought you were going to break me off back there you were so tight. I appreciate you letting me have this chance you know, playing with an adorable little hucow has certainly always been a dream of mine. But I’ve really got to be going now. I know how important it is for you to rest up, so you can produce a good milk harvest, and I don’t want to get in the way of that. You look after yourself darling, and maybe I’ll see you again, I’ll certainly make sure to visit again in the hopes of seeing my special little hucow"</span>. And, with a merry wave goodbye, the man departs the room to re-join his tour, leaving you exhausted but with a happy post-sex glow about you, his cum slowly dribbling down your thigh.
After the man you don’t see too many guests enter the room, only one or two, and none of them come up close to inspect or talk to you. But, from your glances through the viewing window you can tell, to your slight embarrassment, that a lot of visitors have seen you nude and being milked, one or two even taking photos of you in your bound state. But, as there’s nothing you can do about it, you do the next best thing and relax back into a drowsy docile state.
<<include [[Industrial Dairy Job End]]>><<if $vagina>><<set $timesVaginallyFucked += 1>><<else>><<set $timesAnallyFucked += 1>> <</if>>Nodding your acceptance, you watch her lips curl up into an even bigger grin, obviously extremely pleased with her win. <span class="female">"Of course you’d agree, you just couldn’t resist the urge to find out what my big black behemoth feels like in your tiny hucow holes. I’m going to love every moment of this, you’re certainly a delectable little darling. If you weren’t all hooked up with those milking tubes, then I’d be hard pressed to resist drinking you dry while I bred you like a bull in heat. As it is, I’ll just have to settle for making you orgasm so hard that your sweet little hucow brain turns to lust-addled mush"</span>.
Humming your agreement, eyes lidding lazily, but your <<if $penis && $vagina>>cock and pussy both<<elseif $penis>>cock<<else>>pussy<</if>> already aflame with need from her tantalizing dirty talk, you wait eager for attentions. The woman passes out of sight behind you, but that’s to be expected, you vision hampered significantly by both your excessive bindings as well as your state of perpetual tiredness. Of course, it doesn’t take long for you to figure out where she is, the feel of her two delicate hands caressing your <<checkAss>> bottom soothingly, as she teases your desire into an ever-greater need.
Her seductive massaging of your rear feels amazing, especially combined with the rhythmic sucking of your <<if $breastSize == 0>><<checkNipple>> nipples<<else>><<checkBreast>> boobs<</if>>, and you soon recognise that even without any penetration that you’re already rapidly building towards an orgasm. Your <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> dick standing at attention below you, whilst your wanton pussy pulses with need<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> dick standing at attention below you<<else>>your wanton pussy pulsing with need<</if>>, you let out a little appreciative moan as her hands start to roam exploratorily.
A painful sting accompanied by a loud cracking sound spreads across your ass cheeks as she spanks you playfully, the eager guest prodding at your <<if $vagina>>cunt<<else>>asshole<</if>> with her fingers as she tries to determine if you’re ready. Though her actions are extremely dominating, her touch does remain gentle, her fingers roaming tentatively within your needy hole, stretching it slowly in preparation for its imminent usage.
Clamping her hands on your hips, her leather chaps slapping against the floor behind you, you hear the woman whisper encouragingly, <span class="female">"Look at that hungry little <<if $vagina>>pussy<<else>>asshole<</if>> of yours. It’s so hot and inviting, I didn’t think it was ever going to let my fingers go it was pulling me in so strongly. You must be really in need of a good hard breeding like I thought. Well, don’t worry my little darling, I’ll ride you long and hard and make sure that when we’re done you’ll be tingling down there for days thinking about me. Such a sweet little hucow, and for now you’re all mine"</span>. Murmuring happily at her sexy words, you almost miss the moment as she presses her immense length into your <<if $vagina>>wet and ready pussy<<else>>well-prepared rear entrance<</if>>, her girthy faux-cock stretching you in just the right way.
Now firmly lodged in your sensitive depths, your partner begins to pick up the pace, making true on her promise to breed you roughly. Especially in your bound and docile state, you can do very little other than submit to her fucking, pliantly yielding to her large dildo as it <<if $vagina>>reaches deep into your feminine depths<<else>>rubs wonderfully against your eager prostate<</if>>, feeling massive as it fills you to the max. Despite her relatively normal appearance, the attractive cowgirl has a lot of stamina, managing to rut you with a steady rate of cock, much to your delight. Small mewls and the occasional embarrassed moo being pulled from deep within you, the woman always taking a moment to give you another playful spank whenever she hears you moo.
Your nipples being massaged by the milking machine, and your <<if $vagina>>engorged pussy<<else>>quivering asshole<</if>> being ravagedby the guest, you’re in a veritable state of bliss. Letting out one loud moo of utter contentment, you’re brought to a shuddering orgasm by the thick black dildo plumbing your depths. Your <<if $vagina>>cunt<<else>>rear-hole<</if>> gripping her like a vice as it pulses with pleasure <<if $vagina>>a torrent of warm fem-cum flooding over its length<<else>>your cock spurting a torrent of cum on the floor beneath you<</if>>. Clamping down on her strap-on seems to have a major effect on your partner too as she also seems to achieve her own much-needed release, her fingernails digging into you to some minor discomfort. Pumping a hot load of her fem-cum down the special dildo and deep within you, she finally succumbs to exhaustion, collapsing against you in what accounts to a cuddle, bound as you are.
After regaining her breath, the feel of her hot fem-cum within you odd but nice, she gives you another slightly softer spank on the behind. <span class="female">"Whew! That was really something! You got some pull on you my little hucow, thought you were going to pull off my strap-on for a second there when you came. And, that nice ass of yours felt great under my hands. The dairy will sort out the payment, but you certainly earned it. Those moos of yours were so adorable, had to hold off cumming much earlier when I heard them"</span>, catching her breath she deflates a little, <span class="female">"But, I’ve got to head off now. Got a business meeting in an hour, and I’ve got to get cleaned up after our fun. Not sure if you’ll still be around, but I come to the facility pretty often, maybe I’ll see you again. Look after yourself my adorable little hucow"</span> . And, with a good-natured tip of her cowboy hat, the woman departs the room to re-join her tour, leaving you exhausted but with a happy post-sex glow about you, her fem-cum slowly dribbling down your thigh.
After the woman you don’t see too many guests enter the room, only one or two, and none of them come up close to inspect or talk to you. But, from your glances through the viewing window you can tell, to your slight embarrassment, that a lot of visitors have seen you nude and being milked, one or two even taking photos of you in your bound state. But, as there’s nothing you can do about it, you do the next best thing and relax back into a drowsy docile state.
<<include [[Industrial Dairy Job End]]>>Deciding that you’d not like to take the woman up on her offer you shake your head at her. Unable to hold back another docile yawn, you look up with big weary eyes at the lady, hoping she takes your refusal well.
Thankfully, other than an irritated sigh, she seems to take your rebuffing well, even taking her hands off of her large black dildo for a moment. With a wry smile, the she winks at you jokingly, <span class="female">"It was the strap-on wasn’t it darling. Had you scared stiff thinking of that big hole-breaker pushing its way into you. Well, don’t worry, you just relax in your milking. Maybe we’ll see each other again, when you’re itching for a good hard breeding. Until then, I’ll see you around my darling little hucow"</span>. And, with a quick tip of her hat, the woman leaves you be. However, much to your surprise she doesn’t leave, instead finding another hucow who quickly accepts her offer, panting and mooing with pleasure as she receives the fucking you just turned down.
After the woman you don’t see too many guests enter the room, only one or two, and none of them come up close to inspect or talk to you. But, from your glances through the viewing window you can tell, to your slight embarrassment, that a lot of visitors have seen you nude and being milked, one or two even taking photos of you in your bound state. But, as there’s nothing you can do about it, you do the next best thing and relax back into a drowsy docile state.
<<include [[Industrial Dairy Job End]]>>Travelling far into the facility, you arrive at the listed destination, to your confusion a selection of toilet blocks with white tiled floors and walls. At the exact listed location, you noted from your tablet, you discover a plunger and cleaning bucket propped up against an LCD screen which reads, <span class="neutral">"$firstName, your task is to clean the toilets for the facility"</span>.
With your task explained you pick up the plunger and cleaning supplies, ready to start your tedious job of cleaning the toilets. It's exactly as they stated on the job description, boring.
After about 30 minutes, having seen little out of the ordinary as you go about your assigned task other than a few passers-by in various states of attire who largely ignore you, you stop in confusion. Notice that there are some unpleasant looking stains running down the outside of the toilets frame, you wonder for a moment whether you’re supposed to clean those too, or just inside the toilet bowls. Shrugging, and seeing no harm in doing so, you get to work scrubbing them away tentatively, the stains slowly dissipating with some effort on your part.
That’s when it happens. A strange rumble comes from the cistern of the toilet, and you begin to recoil in horror worried about getting covered in toilet water or worse, but thankfully that doesn’t transpire. Instead, a selection of tendril-like robotic appendages emerge from the top of the toilet tank, seemingly designed to clean the toilets themselves. Looking closer, you realize to much annoyance, that you’ve seen the same strange indents in all of the toilets you’ve cleaned so far, making you extremely suspicious that the facility’s toilets may be able to clean themselves without your efforts. Of course, you can’t really take that risk and not clean them yourself, the job having been assigned to you after all.
Frustrated, you get back to work.As you pass through the dormitory main room, you hear a high pitch yet muffled voice cry out in frustration. Curious, you look over, trying to locate its source. It takes you a moment to spot the tiny figure, lying bound and gagged upon the floor, catching you much by surprise. You probably would have missed them entirely, if not for the girl’s tall pair of black bunny ears sticking from the top of her head, acting almost like a miniature signal post. Taking a closer look, you notice that the girl is wearing a full sexy maids outfit, complete with frilly head dress, a pair of rabbit like ears sprouting atop of her short-cut dark-brown hair. Her tiny strain against her bonds, as she spots you, wide eyes pleading with you for help.
Now closer, you can just about make out her muffled pleas, <span class="female">"… me owt! Stuwpid cats … sliwwy pwanks! Untwie me pwease"</span>, many of her comments too garbled to really understand.
Standing there, you realise you have two choices. Either, you can untie the poor bunny, it wouldn’t take long, and she seems to be pretty distressed. Or, you could leave her be, it’s not like you know much about what’s going on here, however distressed she seems.
The question is, do [[you want help her|Dorm Hub Bunny Maid Help]]?Bending down before her, you notice her flinch a little, her eyes growing wilder in her uncertainty of your plans towards her. Finding the bindings keeping her hands behind her back first, you work on undoing them, causally saying to her in an attempt to keep her calm, <span class="player">"Hey, I’m $firstName. Are you okay?"</span>.
Immediately upon you getting her hands free the poor girl immediately flings her hands upwards, yanking out her gag with the utmost concern, throwing the spit-soaked rag away from her onto the floor. That is, at first sight it looks like a rag, but on further examination to your shock it’s most certainly a pair of frilly black lace panties that had previously been stuffed in her mouth. More so, as close as you are you can now smell the distinct scent of feminine arousal all over her, wet stains still setting into her otherwise pristine maid dress.
<span class="female">"When I catch those cat-girls I going to … I don’t know what I’m going to do, but it’s going to be something really mean that’ll teach them not to do this ever again! This is the last straw, those flee-bitten jerks need to learn a lesson! This is the third time this …"</span>, rants the girl in a sweet high-pitch voice, her commons seemingly a venting of her frustration over any attempt at conversation with you.
<<if $ears == 1 || $tail == 1>>Breaking her panic by interrupting her, you calmly respond, <span class="player">"It’s okay, I’m here. No need to get upset, I’ll stay and listen to what happened if that’d make you feel better. But, is it okay that I’m part cat?"</span>.
Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes to re-center herself, she finally turns back to you, apology evident in her expression, <span class="female">"Sorry <<if $femininity >0>>Miss<<else>>Sir<</if>> that was very rude of me. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad, or that my anger was aimed at you. When I say cat-girls I’m talking about <i>them</i>, the organized cat-girl society in the facility. Despite your features, you don’t smell like them, or wear their clothing, so I didn’t consider you associated with them, but even if you are it was very nice of you to free me, so I hold no grudge with you. I also feel the need to apologise for ignoring you, and not thanking you sooner, it’s just those cat-girls really have me flustered, and I’ve seemed to have lost my manners for a moment. I’m Bunny Hazel, though you can call me Hazel if you’d like as all us bunny-girls take the title ‘Bunny’ so it just gets in the way most of the time. I really appreciate you freeing me though, you’re the third person who spotted me, and the other two just walked on without a word"</span>.<<else>> Breaking her panic by interrupting her, you calmly respond, <span class="player">"It’s okay, I’m here. No need to get upset, I’ll stay and listen to what happened if that’d make you feel better"</span>.
Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes to re-center herself, she finally turns back to you, apology evident in her expression, <span class="female">"Sorry <<if $femininity >0>>Miss<<else>>Sir<</if>> that was very rude of me. I apologise for ignoring you, and not thanking you sooner, it’s just those cat-girls really have me flustered. I’m Bunny Hazel, though you can call me Hazel if you’d like as all us bunny-girls take the title ‘Bunny’ so it just gets in the way most of the time. I really appreciate you freeing me though, you’re the third person who spotted me, and the other two just walked on without a word"</span>.<</if>>
<span class="player">"Okay Hazel, you’re welcome. If I may ask, how did you end up bound and gagged in the dormitory common room?"</span>, you ask, curious to how she ended up in her predicament.
Dusting herself off as best she can, her cute face contorting into a look of sheer disgust when she spots the extent of the stains on her outfit, she turns back to you sadly, <span class="female">"It’s okay <<if $femininity >0>>Miss<<else>>Sir<</if>>, this happens all of the time. There’s a bit of a rivalry between the cat-girls and the bunny-girls as we both have maid groups within the facility, and the cat-girls have a habit of taking things way too far. We bunny-girls try to look after each other, and normally recruit shyer individuals into our ranks. We really try to be a family. But, the cat-girls are competitive, and if they think they’re losing they start to play dirty"</span>.
Rearranging her sitting position into something more lady-like, she continues, <span class="female">"I was just here cleaning, minding my own business when they caught me. I was on my own, and the four who turned up easily managed to over-power me, not that I really resisted to be honest. They laughed a bit, said some mean things, tied me up … one of them stuffed her … panties in my mouth, then they … rubbed themselves against me … you know that part of them. It was all rather uncouth. After a bit more taunting they left me alone, happy that I’d be delayed enough on my task, and that I’d stay off of ‘their territory’ next time. Though, I feel they’ll be out of luck on that one, we just go where we’re assigned on our tasks. This isn’t the first time they’ve done this, to the bunny-girl maids and to me, nor will it be the last time. Thank you for listening though, it’s nice to have someone to tell this all too"</span>.
<span class="player">"But, don’t the facility administrators do anything about this?"</span>, you ask, knowing the answer before you get it.
<span class="female">"Sorry <<if $femininity >0>>Miss<<else>>Sir<</if>>, that’s very kind of you to think of, but I get the feeling they are more amused by the rivalry than anything. Not that I think the bunny-girls would want to get them involved either, the cat-girls might be jerks, but the sort of trouble that comes from contacting the facilities staff is not something we’d want to draw down on anyone. Some of us are even related to some of the cat-girls. It’d just be nice if they would calm down a bit and stop being so mean"</span>, she answers apologetically, clasping her hands in front of her demurely, <span class="female">"Sadly, I believe I’ll have to be off now. If I don’t get back soon my bunny sisters will be awfully worried, But, I really appreciate your time and help <<if $femininity >0>>Miss<<else>>Sir<</if>> $firstName. I hope we can meet again under better circumstances"</span>.
Giving you a small delicate hug. She tidies up the ropes and panties that previously bound her and leaves, a cautious note in her step. As the bunny-girl walks away, you find yourself left [[standing outside of your dormitory room|Dorm Hub]].As you’re walking down a corridor on your way back from your destination, you spot a small sign standing in the middle of the floor. Approaching it cautiously, no one else around, you see it reads, <span class="neutral">Cat-Girl Recruitment Drive – Facility Permission Granted"</span>. Looking around, the distinct feeling you’ve fallen into a trap, you gulp worriedly.
A mild tapping on your back causing you to jump in shock, you hear a sweet voice purr behind you, <span class="female">"I caught you, so I get to keep you, that’s the rule. But, it was way too easy … not fun at all! Super boring! I might be tasked with converting trainees into cat-girls, but I have my standards. You can run if you’d like, and I might come and catch you … maybe. Then I’ll get you and make you much cuter, and then you’ll want to join us because we’re way more fun than all the other stupid options in this place, so you can run now please"</span>.
Turning, you spot that the figure who snuck up on you seems to be a small blonde cat-girl, a large superior smirk crossing her face playfully as she toys with you by offering you a chance to run. In her hand she carries a stick that looks suspiciously like a stun baton, though you’re unsure whether she’d be allowed an actual weapon like that, so it might be something different.<<if $ears == 1 || $tail == 1>><br><br><span class="player">"But, I’m already a cat-girl! Just look at me!"</span>, you utter in your confusion, pointing about yourself in an attempt to explain things to the predatory blonde.
Sniffing the air briefly, she shakes her head expressively, her nose wriggling slightly. <span class= "female">"Nu-uh! You don’t smell like us, so you’re not a cat-girl. Plus, you’d be way cuter if you were one of us. Though, I kinda like that you tried to lie your way out of this. That’s super good cat-girl skills there. You might be okay to be my friend afterwards, as long as you understand that I’m top-cat"</span>, she giggles, her stalking stance resuming.<</if>>
<<if !$involTFPlay>>Thinking about your choices, you try to come up with a plan. The girl seems to be looking for an excuse to chase you, so if you walk away calmly you could probably get away without issue. Then again, maybe that’s what she expects you to think. She’s pretty small, so if you [[make a run for it away from her|Travel Back Cat Girl Recruitment Main]], then you may be able to outrun her.
<<include [[Travel Back End]]>><<else>><<include [[Travel Back Cat Girl Recruitment Main]]>><</if>>Trying your best to run away from the girl, you push yourself to the limit, sprinting away from her and hopefully catching her by surprise. Sadly, you only get about twenty feet away from where you started, the tiny blonde tackling you to the floor with incredible ease. As you fall into a heap, she rolls with you, her maid outfit-clad form straddling your waist with the rod still in her hand.
<span class="female">"Okay, that was a little more fun. I mean you’re not as good as me, but who is. Chasing is so nice, it makes the prey all squirmy and tired. You’re my prey by the way, just so you know"</span>, she giggles, poking you with the strange stick as she does.
Tapping her chin thoughtfully in an extremely over-dramatic manner, she continues, <span class="female">"Well, you were fun … I suppose that means you’re fit to become a cat-girl. Obviously you’re pretty slow, and not very smart, and by far not as pretty as I am, but if I only caught people as good as me then I’d not convert anybody. I’m going to poke, poke, poke you with my glow-y stick, and then you’re going to be much cuter … but still not as cute as me of course"</span>.
You start to try and respond, not sure whether to threaten her to stop, or to plead for her to let you go. Instead, you’re attempt is cut short as she grasps the rod in both hands, its end suddenly glowing bright green. Bringing it down with extreme precision, you wince reactively, but she’s actually surprisingly gentle, barely touching you with it.
<<if $ears != 1>><<set $ears = 1>>The expression on her face is one of pure joy as you suddenly feel a strange warmth atop your head. Giggling, the girl bends forward, flicking her fingers at a spot where previously would have been floor, baffling you as you expected to be tormented yourself. Instead, you feel a sudden burst of sensation as she makes contact with a seemingly new part of you, the stinging proving beyond a doubt that something has changed.
Smiling victoriously, the blonde cat-girl gloats. <span class="female">"Yay! I win, I win, I win! I gave you cute kitty ears, so you’re more like us cat-girls. Soon you’ll find them to be so snuggly soft and wonderful that you’ll have no choice but to come join us and become a cat-girl maid! Ooo, this is so fun, I bet I could flick those cute new furry ears of yours all day. But, I’ve got to get back to hunting in a moment. You were fun though, so I like you, at least for now. But, you have to remember who’s the best hunter if you want to be friends, that’s how it works"</span>, the blonde cat-girl dismounting you as she praises herself, soon seems to lose interest in you and walks away.<<elseif $tail !=1>><<set $tail = 1>>
The expression on her face is one of pure joy as you suddenly feel a strange warmth at the base of your spine. Giggling, the girl bends forward, grabbing something on the floor to your side and giving it a firm yank, baffling you as you expected to be tormented yourself. Instead, you feel a sudden burst of sensation as she makes contact with a seemingly new part of you, the stinging proving beyond a doubt that something has changed.
Smiling victoriously, the blonde cat-girl gloats. <span class="female">"Yay! I win, I win, I win! I gave you a cute kitty tail, so you’re more like us cat-girls. Soon you’ll find it so nice to have a snuggly soft tail to cuddle up to, and you’ll have no choice but to come join us and become a cat-girl maid! Ooo, this is so fun, I bet I could pull on that cute new furry tail of yours all day. But, I’ve got to get back to hunting in a moment. You were fun though, so I like you, at least for now. But, you have to remember who’s the best hunter if you want to be friends, that’s how it works"</span>, the blonde cat-girl dismounting you as she praises herself, soon seems to lose interest in you and walks away.<<else>>The expression on her face is one of pure excitement for the briefest moment, before suddenly becoming much more disappointed. Grunting in exasperation she brings the rod down again, the end once more glowing, then like her previous attempt it seems to be in vain. She repeats this a couple more times, getting grumpier each time, obviously not happy with the result.
<span class="female">"Not fair!"</span>, she grumbles, <span class="female">"You’re already cat-ish enough! I wanted to play with my toy and my prey, and now I get to do neither. So not fair! You go now, then come back less cat-like, then I can change you again, yeah that makes sense. No! Wait! Not that! This is so mean, you need to be more cat-like and become a maid with us, but I want to change you too and it’s not working to change you more than you already are. I guess that means I have to let you go … but I’m not happy about it … so there"</span>, the blonde cat-girl dismounting you as she throws her tantrum, soon seems to lose interest in you and walks away.<</if>>
Watching the cat-girl saunter away, you’re confused to what just happened. Shaking your head, you decide to just continue on as normal, heading back to your room.
<<include [[Travel Back End]]>>As you pass through the fetish services hub, you spot something unusual. Wandering around, completely naked is a large breasted blonde woman. This in itself isn’t too odd from what you’ve seen of the facility, however, the cow ears, nubby little horns, and swishing puffball tail all do make her quite the spectacle. More, she seems to be wandering around with a very confused look on her face, randomly licking random things experimentally, occasionally letting out a small happy, <span class="female">"Moo"</span>.
It’s obvious that she needs some help, though what that help is you’re not sure. Maybe you could ask her who takes care of her, or if she lives somewhere in the facility, that might give you the information you need to get her to someone who can look after her. But, then again, maybe she really isn’t your problem. After all, you could always walk away, she does seem happy enough in her explorations. Though, [[helping her out in some way|Fetish Hub Wandering Hucow Main]] would certainly be a kinder choice.Deciding that you want to help the poor girl, you approach the large breasted blonde cow girl hesitantly, not wanting to spook her in her confused state. It seems that your worries, however, were for nothing, as she barely acknowledges your presence, merely giving you the shortest of docile looks before.
Up close though, you can get a better picture of the girl, noting that she’s rather tall, with long blonde hair running in a cascade down past her waist. She also has some additional strange appearance quirks to what you noticed at your previous glace, a barcode-like tattoo above her clean-shaven pussy, and a strange tag piercing the top of her left ear, tiny writing covering it that’s far too small for you to read at even this distance.
<span class="player">"Hello, I’m $firstName. Are you okay?"</span>, you ask in your calmest tone, unsure whether you’ll even get a response from the odd cow girl.
Her attention shifting to you with an expressive yawn, she approaches you closely tilting her head to one side. <span class="female">"Mary. Hungry"</span>, burbles the girl languidly, fixing you with an expectant gaze from her large dazzling blue eyes.
<span class="player">"Okay Mary, do you have an owner who feeds you? Or, do you belong to part of the facility"</span>, you query the girl, her one words answers so far doing very little to elucidate the situation.
Nodding dozily, the girl begins to press herself up close to you, rubbing her immense breasts against you, rivulets of milk running down them as she does. Humming contentedly, she answers, <span class="female">"Hmm. Dairy. Henry nice. Hungry. $firstName got food?"</span>, her tone much more upbeat as she envelops you with her milky boobs.
Spluttering for breath, you take a step back so you can think. She belongs to a Dairy, and to someone called Henry. But, that doesn’t mean a lot really, there are probably a few dairies in the facility, let alone ones that do business with it, and Henry is a pretty common name. That’s when lightning strikes, a plan forming in your mind. <span class="player">"Mary, would you mind if I looked at your ear tag. I think it might tell me how to get you back to the dairy, with Henry. We can even stop off for food on the way"</span>.
<span class="female">"Moo"</span>, replies the cow girl merrily, getting down on her knees so that you can get clear access to her tag. Just as you suspected, her ear tag has full details on contacting her owner, restating the slave ID from her vaginal barcode, and even features her ‘home’ address. After that, it’s all quite simple. Contacting the facilities Industrial Dairy and asking for Henry, you’re soon instructed to keep her there and that they’ll send someone up to retrieve her. Mary seems happy about this when you tell her, and she gives you one more affectionate and rather wet hug, a small pool of her milk now forming at your feet from her various embraces.
A few minutes later, you’re met by a rather exasperated farm-hand, wearing an ‘Industrial Dairy’ jacket as you and Mary each eat a sugary crepe that you decided to treat the both of you to. Seeing the both of you, you watch on as he wipes his brow in relief, quickly approaching the large breasted blonde as he spends some time checking her to make sure she’s okay. Mary is as previously, very docile, though she does seem to be happy to see the man, nuzzling him in much the same way as she did you previously.
Nodding at you apologetically, the man thanks you, <span class="male">"Hi, you must be $firstName. Henry sent me to retrieve a wandering hucow. She’s a sweet one is Mary, but she’s never been the same since she over-used all those genetic boosters. We all really appreciate that you got in contact with us. One time, she wandered all the way up to the auction hall and got herself put up for sale despite already being owned. Since then we’ve made sure to keep her fully tagged, but she’s a wanderer is that one. Anyway, you’ve been a great help. I see you’ve gotten her some food, so at the very least let me cover that for you and put in a good word for you with the high ups"</span>.
You exchange pleasantries with the man a moment longer while he affixes a collar and leash to his ward, likely not wanting to risk losing her again. Before she leaves, Mary makes sure to offer you one last hug, even going so far as to give you an affectionate lick with her thick long tongue in parting. Led away, you hear her give one last merry, <span class="female">"Moo"</span>, as she disappears from view, soon to be taken back to the safety and comfort of her home.
The sweet blonde hucow returned to her owner, you [[return to wandering through the fetish services plaza|Fetish Hub]].As you pass through the sexual services plaza you spot something out of the ordinary. Placed in one of the open spaces, you notice that a small, yet sturdy catwalk has been established, a tall tent-like structure erected next to it so that the entrance leads straight onto the it. A banner hanging above the stage reads, <span class="neutral">"Slave Fashion Exhibition – All Welcome"</span>, clearly denoting the purpose of the thoroughfare's addition.
Taking a moment to piece all of this information together, you realize that a small crowd has been growing around you, eagerly awaiting the upcoming show. Looking over some of the attendees, you have the feeling that many of them have come just to get ideas, a reasonable number of them dragging along their own collared and leashed slaves who seem remarkably happy to be there.
Thinking about matters, you contemplate whether you’d like to stay and watch too. After all, it could be interesting to watch a fashion show, especially one for slaves. However, you’re not sure whether it’s right. You’re a slave, or soon to be a slave, so should you be supporting the slave culture by watching? Either way, you’ll likely need to make your decision soon to whether you’re going to leave, or if you’re going to remain where you are and [[see what the slave fashion show is like|Sexual Hub Slave Fashion Main]].Deciding to stay and watch the show, curiosity getting the best of you, you bored-ly wait a few more minutes as they get everything ready. Finally, you realize that the show is likely about to start as a woman in a black latex catsuit, her blue hair pulled back into a severe topknot, walks out onto a small outcropping to one side bearing a podium and microphone. As she makes her way, she talks briefly with some of the crowd, seemingly greeting some of the masters and mistresses who arrived early enough to be in the front row.
Tapping her mic, she imperiously calls the crowd to attention, <span class="female">"Hello everyone, and welcome to another one of my impromptu slave fashion displays"</span>, waiting for the audience to hush before she continues, <span class="female">"I’ve been busy at work creating a fine selection of sexy and uncomfortable outfits to fit your slaves in, sourced from a combination of my own busy hard-working slaves, and a few international boutiques I’ve managed to secure. I have a feeling you’re all going to love them, though some of your playthings might not. So, without further delay, let’s get this show rolling"</span>.
Her brief speech leading to a resounding round of applause from her audience, even many of the collared slaves in attendance who seem inordinately happy, despite the claims by the fashionista that they wouldn’t be happy. Basking in the affluent praise for a moment longer, the dominant latex-clad host finally decides to start the show, mist and laser lights now highlighting the stage.
<span class="female">"Our first piece, worn by my sweet Cunt-Face is part of my personal design collection"</span>, announces the woman as a practically naked slave-girl begins her journey down the catwalk. Gasping in shocked awe along with the other onlookers, you wonder how her delicate Y-Shaped piece of fabric is even staying up, the thin garment having no straps and barely covering the wearers nipples and vagina. That is, until she gets closer. Getting a better view of the model, to your even greater surprise you discover that the fabric is in fact held up by fine three golden piercings, one through each nipple and a third through her clit.
Letting the crowd murmur in wonder for a little while longer, the dominatrix laughs, <span class="female">"This season, the first major fashion accessory is piercings. Not only do they serve as excellent hooks for the fabric, but piercing your slave so intimately is a good way of conveying the difference in status between owner and property. The outfit Cunt-Face is wearing in particular is a favourite of mine as it leaves her entire back completely nude, so much so that from behind you can’t see any of it, which to my understanding is extremely embarrassing for her"</span>.
As the near-nude slave girl exits the stage, retreating back into the tent, the mistress begins to describe the next piece, another slave-girl pushing her way out onto the catwalk, albeit this one more clothed than the previous one. <span class="female">The second piece in my display collection is sported by another of my slave-girls, Slutty-Ass. As always, I have a personal love of latex. The look, the feel, the smell, I adore everything about it, so obviously I like to adorn my slaves in it. But, the question then becomes how to make it clear that just because we’re both wearing it, that doesn’t mean that she’s real person. Well, I think my design helps with that"</span>
<span class="female">"Not only are her pierced nipples and clit on full display due to the large openings around those areas, but the latex itself has a little secret to it. Hidden within certain spots around its interior, are small rubber nubs, that are quite uncomfortable to rest on, but otherwise won’t impede her work. In particular, I’ve made sure to have those little bumps along the bottom and back, making sure that she doesn’t sit on her ass idly while attending me. It is, however, important to note that there aren’t any of those irritating outcroppings in the knees, allowing the latex attired slave to still kneel attentively before their master or mistress as long as they don’t try to sit their ass on their heels"</span>, she continues, the demure slave showing off her shiny purple latex bodysuit to the enraptured audience, her nipples and clit once again adorned with expensive looking gold piercings.
Realising that this is going to be going on for a while, and that you have other things you need to be doing, you turn to leave. As you do, you manage to catch snippets of gleeful conversation, a surprising amount of which is from the slaves themselves, begging their owners to buy them some of the offerings. It seems strange, but they seem positively excited over the prospect of being put in embarrassing, uncomfortable, but overall sexy clothing to please their masters and mistresses.
With one last look back at the well-choreographed spectacle, you leave the show, [[returning to wandering through the sexual services plaza|Sexual Hub]].<<if $bimboSkill >0>><<set $random = random(1,10)>><<if $random <= $bimboSkill>><<set $intendedLocation = "Bimbo Interrupt Main">><</if>><</if>>[[Head to location| interuptDestinationTime( $intendedLocation ) ]]<<set $abdlTrainerFirstVisit = true>>As you begin preparing for bed, a knocking at your door disturbs your actions. Wondering who could be visiting you, not truly expecting anyone to be polite enough to knock first, you quickly make yourself presentable before answering the door.
Before you, much to your astonishment stands an older looking woman with greying hair and a prodigious set of breasts. Dressed in a long sleeved floor-length brown dress, an apron tied off in front of it, she comes off as having an extremely old-fashioned style about her. However, what catches you by surprise more than anything is that she’s carrying a plate of cookies and a glass of milk, one in each hand. <<if visited("Diaper Training Main")>>Of course, you already have met this woman, knowing her as Aunt Mildred, the woman who put you through ‘Diaper Training’ and proceeded to proclaim herself as your ‘carer’.<</if>>
<<if !visited("Diaper Training Main") && !visited("ABDL Job First Time With Hannah 1")>><span class= "female">"Hello dear. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Aunt Mildred, and I was wondering if it would be okay for me to come in and speak with you a moment? I have some milk and cookies for you as a welcoming gift if that makes a difference to the answer sweetie"</span>, intones the old woman in a matronly tone, her slightly wrinkled face filled with warmth and care.
Seeing no reason to be rude to the woman, especially if she’s offering you treats, you step aside letting her pass. <span class="player">"Okay, <<if $submission >0>>please come in. Thank you for bringing me a gift<<else>>come in then. So, why are coming to see me, especially this late?<</if>>"</span>, you respond, watching as she puts her offering down on your desk before turning to face you.
<span class="female">"<<if $submission >0>>Think nothing of it dear, but I’m glad to see you know your manners. My aren’t you adorable.<<else>>Not to sound discourteous dear, but it’s impolite to not say thank you when someone gives you a gift. Now I know that you’re probably rather off-kilter from becoming a trainee, but remembering your manners will help you feel a lot more human around here.<</if>> But enough of that, I’m here today to inform you that I’ve been assigned as your carer during your time here within the facility. Don’t worry, there’s nothing sinister about it, I’ll just be checking in on you from time to time, making sure you’re well-fed, properly rested, and not being mistreated by anyone"</span>, she explains, wandering around your room looking everything over, even going so far as to run her finger over the shelf tops as she looks for dust.
Seemingly happy with the state of things, she smiles back at you, <span class="female">"Though, I’d love to hear your opinion on my cookies. They are an old family recipe, and it’s always extremely lovely to hear what people think of them"</span>, waiting expectantly for you to try one.
<<if $submission >0>>Not wanting to upset the kindly older woman by ignoring her gift<<else>>Understanding that she’s a facility staff member<</if>>, you approach your desk, the smell of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies filling you sense tantalisingly. Taking a tentative bite, you realize just how amazing they are, still warm and gooey from just being made. There’s a mild flavour to them that you can’t quite place, but that’s obviously to be expected with traditional recipes, so you give it little mind. Chewing appreciatively, you can’t help but hum happily as the chunks of chocolatey dough slide down your throat.
Eyes closed in relaxation as you savour the tasty treat, a damp soft texture begins to rub against your cheek, startling you. Jumping in shock, to your astonishment you see that Aunt Mildred is now standing before you, a slightly damp handkerchief in hand. <span class="female">"Such a messy child, so many stray crumbs. Though, it seems you enjoyed them which makes me exceptionally happy. I might have to bring you some more next time as a nice reward for you being so well-behaved. Does that sound nice?"</span>, chuckles the woman, preening over you a moment more before turning to leave.
<<if $submission >0>>Not wanting to make a fuss, you don’t say anything about how embarrassing it is being cleaned by the mysterious woman. Though, deep down there’s something extremely childish about someone taking the liberty to wipe your face, as if she thinks you incapable of tidying up after your own messes. Still, she’s just being nice, and the cookies were delicious and a very kind gift, so you politely answer, <span class="player">"Thank you Aunt Mildred, those cookies were lovely, I’d very much enjoy having some more at some point. It was nice meeting you"</span>.<<else>>Embarrassed from being cleaned by the mysterious woman, you silently frown at her. Though, deep down you know she’s just being nice, there’s still something extremely childish about someone taking the liberty to wipe your face, as if she thinks you incapable of tidying up after your own messes. Curtly grumbling, you tell her, <span class="player">"Thank you for the cookies, but I can wipe my own face. I’ll see you again next time"</span>.<</if>>
<span class="female">"Of course, of course darling. You are just such an adorable little thing, I want to take care of you and look after you as much as I can. However, for now I have other business to attend to. Goodbye for now, and remember to drink your milk, it’s good for you especially just before bed"</span>, responds Aunt Mildred in a matronly tone, waving jovially as she leaves.<<else>><<set $abdlTrainerSwap = true>><span class= "female">"Hello little $firstName. What a wonderful surprise. As you already know I’m Aunt Mildred, and I’ve been assigned to look after you. I’d like to come in and speak with you a moment, if that would be okay with you? I have some milk and cookies for you as a welcoming gift sweetie, and they are awfully delicious"</span>, intones the old woman in a matronly tone, her slightly wrinkled face filled with warmth and care.
Stepping aside, you let her pass. <span class="player">"Okay Aunt Mildred, <<if $submission >0>>please come in. Thank you for bringing me a gift<<else>>come in then. So, why are coming to see me, especially this late?<</if>>"</span>, you respond, watching as she puts her offering down on your desk before turning to face you.
<span class="female">"<<if $submission >0>>How well mannered, you really are just the cutest thing ever aren’t you. Oh my you’re adorable.<<else>>Now, now dear, that’s no way to treat your elders. That sort of behaviour certainly won’t be acceptable from now on, though for today I’ll let it slip as this is all a big shock for you.<</if>> But enough of that, I’m here today to inform you that I’ve been assigned as your carer during your time here within the facility. Though, as you’ve already shown your aptitude for diapers, and your incapability to look after yourself properly as an adult I’m afraid that I’m going to have to take more drastic measures than normal. You see, usually I’d just bring cookies and check in on you but given the circumstances I feel I’ll have to keep a much closer eye on you. I think it would be in everybody’s best interests if I started assigning little tasks for you every now and then to ensure that you’re properly spending your time while you’re here. Of course, that will mean I’ll also have to devise some punishments for misbehaviour, but I’m sure I can figure something suitable out"</span>, she explains, wandering around your room looking everything over, even going so far as to run her finger over the shelf tops as she looks for dust.
Seeing no way out of your current situation, worry creeping into your bones, you watch as she turns back to you. <span class="female">"That all said, you certainly deserve a big reward for coming to me for help before I’d even been assigned to you. I’ll have to think of that too, but for now I think you should eat the cookies I brought you, they’re freshly baked and filled to the brim with chocolate chips. Go on sweetheart, try one and see if you like them"</span>.
<<if $submission >0>>Not wanting to upset your carer by ignoring her gift<<else>>Understanding that she’s a facility staff member<</if>>, you approach your desk, the smell of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies filling you sense tantalisingly. Taking a tentative bite, you realize just how amazing they are, still warm and gooey from just being made. There’s a mild flavour to them that you can’t quite place, but that’s obviously to be expected with traditional recipes, so you give it little mind. Chewing appreciatively, you can’t help but hum happily as the chunks of chocolatey dough slide down your throat.
Eyes closed in relaxation as you savour the tasty treat, a damp soft texture begins to rub against your cheek, startling you. Jumping in shock, to your astonishment you see that Aunt Mildred is now standing before you, a slightly damp handkerchief in hand. <span class="female">"Such a messy baby, so many stray crumbs. Though, it seems you enjoyed them which makes me exceptionally happy, that messy cookie eating look is very adorable sweetheart. I might have to bring you some more next time as a nice reward for you being so well-behaved. Does that sound nice?"</span>, chuckles the woman, preening over you a moment more before turning to leave.
<<if $submission >0>>Not wanting to make a fuss, you don’t say anything about how embarrassing it is being cleaned by the matronly woman. Though, deep down there’s something extremely childish about someone taking the liberty to wipe your face, as if you’re incapable of tidying up after your own messes. Worse, you can’t help but enjoy the attention a little, murmuring happily as she does. After all, she’s just looking after you, and the cookies were delicious and a very kind gift, so you politely answer, <span class="player">"Thank you Aunt Mildred, those cookies were lovely, please can I have some more next time"</span>.<<else>>Embarrassed from being cleaned by the matronly woman, you silently frown grumpily at her. Though, deep down there’s something extremely childish about someone taking the liberty to wipe your face, as if you’re incapable of tidying up after your own messes. Worse, you can’t help but enjoy the attention a little, not that you’d ever admit that, instead bratty-ly fidgeting away from her attempts. Curtly grumbling, you tell her, <span class="player">"Thank you for the cookies, but I can wipe my own face "</span>.<</if>>
<span class="female">"Of course, of course darling. You are just such an adorable little thing, I’ll be taking special care of you from now on. Think how much fun we’ll have with all the diapers and games, you might even enjoy some of the punishments once you get used to them. However, for now I have other business to attend to. Goodnight dear, and remember to drink your milk, it’s good for you especially just before bed"</span>, responds Aunt Mildred in a motherly tone, waving jovially as she leaves.<</if>>
The older woman now left, you begin getting prepared for bed again, your stomach still warm and comforted by the delicious cookies she brought you. Slowly drinking the refreshing glass of milk she also provided with, your mind runs back over what she said wondering what’ll happen on her next visit.
<<include [[ABDL Trainer End]]>><<set $abdlTrainerPunishment +=1>><<set $random = random(1,3)>><<if $random == 1>><<include [[ABDL Trainer Punishment Time Out]]>><<elseif $random == 2>><<include [[ABDL Trainer Punishment Mouth Soaping]]>><<elseif $random == 3>><<include [[ABDL Trainer Punishment Spanking]]>><</if>><<if $abdlTrainerForce>><<set $upkeep -= 1000>><</if>><<set $abdlTrainerSwap = true>><<set $abdlTrainerBedAccident = false>>As you begin preparing for bed, a knocking at your door disturbs your actions. Letting herself in, you see the familiar form of your caretaker Aunt Mildred. With greying hair and a prodigious set of breasts, the middle-aged woman is dressed in a long sleeved floor-length brown dress, an impeccably clean apron tied off in front of it.
<span class= "female">"Hello little $firstName. I have an awfully big surprise for you and it has me very excited. You see dear, <<if visited ("Diaper Training Main") && (visited ("ABDL Job Main") || visited ("ABDL Job First Time 1") || visited("ABDL Job First Time With Hannah 1"))>>not only did you go check out a session on the Little Land Nursery TV show, but you also signed yourself up for a session of diaper training with me, I’m so proud of your sweetheart<<elseif visited("Diaper Training Main")>>you signed yourself up for a session of diaper training with me, and were incredibly cute I must say<<else>>you signed yourself up for a session on the Little Land Nursery TV show, and were adorable on it by the way, especially when you met those cute blonde girls<</if>>. Anyway, after that the facility admin has given me the go-ahead to increase my responsibilities as your carer. Isn’t that great?"</span>, intones the old woman in an overly cheery tone, her expression filled with something almost predatory that sets you ill at ease.<<if $abdlTrainerForce>><br><br>Practically jumping with joy she adds, <span class= "female">"Even better dear, after talking to my boss he’s happy to undo his previous punishment of you. I guess you finally giving in put him in a much better mood. He told me that he’d put in the upkeep decrease immendiately, so you shouldn’t have any more trouble with that. Isn’t it just great, you were a really good <<if $pronoun == 1>>girl<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>boy<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>trainee<<elseif $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> for me, and now everything is working out better."</span><</if>>
Dreading the answer, you can’t help but ask, <span class="player">" Aunt Mildred, what do you mean by ‘increased your responsibilities’?"</span>, her grin only broadening in response.
<span class="female">"Thank you for asking dear. Well, seeing as you’ve shown yourself to be interested in baby-ish endeavours, the facilities admins believe that you need someone to take a greater degree of care for you. Previously, despite my requests, they thought that you just needed a little support and comforting now and again. But, now sweetheart, they firmly agree that you’re absolutely incapable of looking after yourself and are in need of someone who can help you plan your day and assign you little tasks to undertake. It’s going to be great, I’ll be around much more, and we can do all sorts of things. Most of all, I’m sure by the end of our time together you’ll have a much greater appreciation of diapers"</span>, she explains, wandering around your room and examining it carefully as she does.
Seeing no way out of your current situation, worry creeping into your bones as she explains her intentions for you, you respond<<if $submission >0>> quietly, a tinge of nervousness in your voice<</if>>, <span class="player">"But, what if I don’t want to do what you tell me?"</span>.
Approaching you, the large-breasted matron surprisingly imposing when she wants to be she chuckles, <span class="female">"You certainly wouldn’t want to be a brat for me would you my dear little $firstName. But, if you were to act up and not follow my instructions, then you’d obviously have to be punished. I don’t know yet whether I’m going to have a firm punishment system in place but understand that naughty behaviour will not be tolerated. If you choose not to listen to me then I foresee a lot of spankings in your immediate future. As for now, I’ll let you get your rest, it’s good for you and you’ll need your energy for all the behaviour training we’re going to be working on"</span>. Preening over you a moment, she gives you a warm loving kiss on the forehead before exiting your room.
The older woman now left, you begin getting prepared for bed again, your stomach uneasy as you image what she has planned for you. Taking a deep breath, your mind runs back over what she said, wondering what’ll happen on her next visit.
<<include [[ABDL Trainer End]]>><<set $random = random(1,4)>><<if $random == 1>><<include [[ABDL Trainer Reward None]]>><<elseif $random == 2 && $abdlTrainerPunishment > 0>><<include [[ABDL Trainer Reward Lower Punishment]]>><<elseif $random == 2>><<include [[ABDL Trainer Reward None]]>><<elseif $random >= 3 && $random <= 4>><<include [[ABDL Trainer Reward Money]]>><</if>>As you begin preparing for bed, a knocking at your door disturbs your actions. Letting herself in, you see the familiar form of your caretaker Aunt Mildred. With greying hair and a prodigious set of breasts, the middle-aged woman is dressed in a long sleeved floor-length brown dress, an impeccably clean apron tied off in front of it.
<span class= "female">"Hello little $firstName. Just here for my nightly check-in with you dear. I just need to take a moment looking at my notes and then we’ll see if you’re in need of any punishments or rewards"</span>, intones the old woman in an overly cheery tone, her expression filled with something almost predatory that sets you slightly ill at ease.
<<if $abdlTrainerTask <= 1>><span class="female">"Hmm, seems you had no task today. Oh well, guess that means that you’re in the clear dear. Still, remember to behave like a good <<if $pronoun == 1>>girl<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>boy<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>baby<<elseif $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> for your Aunt Mildred, otherwise I’ll have to punish you for being a naughty little baby. I think that’s everything for now though. I’ll just give you your goodnight kiss and be on my way"</span>, explains your carer, preening over you a moment. Giving you a warm loving kiss on the forehead, she waves back one last time before exiting your room.
The older woman now left, you begin getting prepared for bed again, wondering if she’ll have a task for you tomorrow. Taking a deep breath, your mind runs what she could make you do, wondering what’ll happen on her next visit.<<else>><<if $abdlTrainerTask == 2>><span class="female">"Hmm, seems like today you were tasked with going to get yourself some diaper training. <<if $abdlTrainerTaskComplete>>And, I’m glad to say you came and completed your chore like a good <<if $pronoun == 1>>girl<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>boy<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>baby<<elseif $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> should. It’s so good that you did, as being properly diaper trained will really help you appreciate just how nice they feel to wear<<else>>Sadly, you were naughty today, and didn’t come and see me for any diaper training at all. That wasn’t very nice of you, as I asked you very politely, and you knew full well that it was your chore today. Oh well, guess that means you’re in need of a punishment to teach you to properly do things when you’re told to<</if>>"</span>, explains Aunt Mildred, trying to figure out what to do next.<<elseif $abdlTrainerTask == 3>><span class="female">"Hmm, seems like today you were tasked with going to spend some time working for the Little Land Nursery. <<if $abdlTrainerTaskComplete>>And, I’m glad to say you went there and completed your chore like a good <<if $pronoun == 1>>girl<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>boy<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>baby<<elseif $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> should. It’s so good that you did, I bet you made all sorts of little friends, and they really know how to look after cuties like you there<<else>>Sadly, you were naughty today, and didn’t go and spend any time working there. That wasn’t very nice of you, as I asked you very politely, and you knew full well that it was your chore today. Plus, I bet if you had gone you’d have made all sorts of little friends. Oh well, guess that means you’re in need of a punishment to teach you to properly do things when you’re told to<</if>>"</span>, explains Aunt Mildred, trying to figure out what to do next.<<elseif $abdlTrainerTask == 4>><<include [[ABDL Trainer Tasks Diaper Check]]>><<elseif $abdlTrainerTask == 5>><span class="female">"Hmm, seems like today you were tasked with coming to see me to get yourself an extra feeding as I thought you’d looked underfed lately. <<if $abdlTrainerTaskComplete>>And, I’m glad to say you came and completed your chore like a good <<if $pronoun == 1>>girl<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>boy<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>baby<<elseif $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> should. It’s so good that you did, as having a full belly should have made you feel much better<<else>>Sadly, you were naughty today, and didn’t come and see me for a feeding at all. That wasn’t very nice of you, as I asked you very politely, and you knew full well that it was your chore today. Oh well, guess that means you’re in need of a punishment to teach you to properly do things when you’re told to<</if>>"</span>, explains Aunt Mildred, trying to figure out what to do next.<<elseif $abdlTrainerTask == 6>><span class="female">"Hmm, seems like today you were tasked with asking a random guard in the big room outside of your bedroom to give you a diaper check. <<if $abdlTrainerTaskComplete>>And, I’m glad to say you did so and completed your chore like a good <<if $pronoun == 1>>girl<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>boy<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>baby<<elseif $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> should. It’s so good that you did, as finding grown-ups who can handle your diaper issues is important<<else>>Sadly, you were naughty today, and didn’t get yourself a diaper check. Maybe you were just shy, but that wasn’t very nice of you, as I asked you very politely, and you knew full well that it was your chore today. Oh well, guess that means you’re in need of a punishment to teach you to properly do things when you’re told to<</if>>"</span>, explains Aunt Mildred, trying to figure out what to do next.<<elseif $abdlTrainerTask == 7>><span class="female">"Hmm, seems like today you were tasked with coming to the Little Land Nursery’s main play room in between your work and training, so that you could play with the toys. <<if $abdlTrainerTaskComplete>>And, I’m glad to say you came and completed your chore like a good <<if $pronoun == 1>>girl<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>boy<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>baby<<elseif $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> should. It’s so good that you did, as you need to take regular breaks to have fun and relax, otherwise you’ll over tax yourself<<else>>Sadly, you were naughty today, and didn’t come to the nursery and play with the toys. That wasn’t very nice of you, as I asked you very politely, and you knew full well that it was your chore today. Oh well, guess that means you’re in need of a punishment to teach you to properly do things when you’re told to<</if>>"</span>, explains Aunt Mildred, trying to figure out what to do next.<<elseif $abdlTrainerTask == 8>><span class="female">"Hmm, seems like today you were tasked with bringing me a stack of diapers I left you this morning to my office in the Little Land Nursery at some point during the day. <<if $abdlTrainerTaskComplete>>And, I’m glad to say you came and completed your chore like a good <<if $pronoun == 1>>girl<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>boy<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>baby<<elseif $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> should. It’s so good that you did, as following orders and proving your can be well-behaved is important<<else>>Sadly, you were naughty today, and didn’t come and see me with the diapers at all. That wasn’t very nice of you, as I asked you very politely, and you knew full well that it was your chore today. Oh well, guess that means you’re in need of a punishment to teach you to properly do things when you’re told to, as well as taking them from you now<</if>>"</span>, explains Aunt Mildred, trying to figure out what to do next<<if $inventory.indexOf("Stack of diapers") != -1>><<removeFromInventory "Stack of diapers">>, taking the diaper stack from you while she thinks<</if>>.<</if>>
<<if $abdlTrainerTaskComplete>><<include [[ABDL Trainer Rewards]]>><<else>><<include [[ABDL Trainer Punishments]]>><</if>><</if>>
<<if $abdlTrainerPunishment > 5>>Going back to your evening routine now that your carer has left, you notice to your surprise that Aunt Mildred has returned a somewhat forlorn look upon her face.
<span class="female">"I'm sorry my little diaper bum, but I've had complaints from my supervisors. Apparently, I've been too lenient on you, and they're worried that you're just not taking to my assistance in helping you adapt to your new lifestyle. As such, they're having me drag you in for final processing. Though I've talked to them, and they'll let me look after you the whole way, so you don't need to panic my cute little sweetheart. Maybe we'll figure all of this out, and this will be for the best"</span>, consoles Aunt Mildred.
Aiming a remote at you, you undergo a sudden wave of fatigue, unable to keep your eyes open. Cuddling into your warm comfortable bedcovers, you have no choice but <a data-passage="Diaper Caught Punishment">to fall asleep</a>.<<else>><<include [[ABDL Trainer End]]>><</if>>As you begin preparing for bed, you re-enter your room, having just fetched yourself a nice refreshing glass of water to drink before you try and get some sleep. Sitting at your desk, checking your emails on the room’s inbuilt tablet, a knocking at your door disturbs your actions. Turning to see who it is, in a move of monumental clumsiness that you’re not entirely sure how it happened, you manage to knock the half-full drink all over both yourself and the computer, creating a massive wet mess.
Letting herself in, through your frustration of being drenched in the water, you see the familiar form of your caretaker Aunt Mildred. With greying hair and a prodigious set of breasts, the middle-aged woman is dressed in a long sleeved floor-length brown dress, an impeccably clean apron tied off in front of it. Of course, seeing you sitting there thoroughly wet through, her face immediately turns to a distinct expression of concern.
<span class= "female">"Oh my dear, we’ll have to deal with this quickly. I was just passing through on my nightly visit, but with … well, this, we’ll have to get everything cleaned up now. You certainly need to dry off, otherwise you’ll get yourself a chill. How you managed to get both the chair and the desk wet I’ll never know but accidents happen, and you shouldn’t feel ashamed off it sweetheart"</span>, intones the old woman in a matronly tone, her slightly wrinkled face filled with warmth and care as she darts out of the room looking for something.
Distracted as you are, your mind still runs over what she’s just said. All this talk of accidents and not being ashamed makes it sound like she thinks something else entirely happened. Almost as if she thought that the wetness upon yourself, the chair and the desk were from an impromptu toilet accident, rather than the mistaken spilling of your glass.
Seeing her re-enter, now with a thick fluffy towel under her arm, you decide it’s important to clear this up immediately. <span class="player">"Thank you Aunt Mildred, that was very kind of you to get me the towel. But you know, the spill was just from me knocking over a glass, right?"</span>, you respond, soon being enveloped in the warm confines of her newly acquired towel.
<span class="female">"You don’t, need to be embarrassed $firstName, these sorts of things can happen to anyone. Just sit back and let your Aunt Mildred take care of you dear, and you’ll feel better before you know it"</span>, the woman now towelling your face and hair absentmindedly, <span class="female">"And, as for your comment about spilling a glass, well I’m sorry to say dear, but I can’t spot any glasses hanging around. You know, I won’t think any less of you for all of this, right sweetheart? You can be honest with me you know?"</span>.
Sweeping your vision over the desk as your carer begins to bundle up the huge towel that had just swaddled you head to toe, you see to much distress that the glass is nowhere to be seen. Getting down on your knees to check the floor, your search is fruitless, finding no way of proving to Aunt Mildred the truth.
Coming back into the room, a big shoulder bag now worn, your carer looks at you sympathetically, <span class="female">"Now dear, I know you’re a big <<if $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>>, but I fear that after your little accident you might have another one. If you were to wet yourself and cause damage to facility property, then you could end up in a lot of trouble, the admins really don’t take kindly to vandalism. So, I’ve come up with a solution, at least for tonight, that might help sort this whole thing out. It might seem a little over the top, but if you wear a diaper, just for the night that is, then I’m sure the facility admins won’t consider this to be on purpose. It’ll also set your poor Aunt Mildred’s mind at ease. Does that sound okay dear?"</span>.
Do you:
[[Let her diaper you|ABDL Trainer Accidental Spill Comply][ if($submission <= 97){$submission += 3;}else{$submission = 100;};]]
[[Decline being diapered|ABDL Trainer Accidental Spill Resist][ if($submission >= -97){$submission -= 3;}else{$submission = -100;};]]<<if $underwear.indexOf("Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper") == -1>><<addToUnderwear "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper">><</if>><<set $diaperWetCounter = 0>><<set $diaperMessCounter = 0>>With a sigh, you realize that you don’t really have much of a choice. After all, you don’t want to get in trouble, and if all you need to do that and make your carer happy is to wear a diaper for one night, then that isn’t too bad. At least she’ll be the only person to see you in it. The decision made, you nod your head, <span class="player">"Okay Aunt Mildred. If you really think it’s necessary, then I’ll let you diaper me. But I really did knock over a glass"</span>.
<span class="female">"Aww, it’s okay. You’re adorable when you’re embarrassed, but there’s truly nothing to be embarrassed about, like I said, accidents happen sweetheart. Now, let me get everything unpacked and I’ll get you into a nice snuggly diaper so that you’re all clean and dry. You know, it’s amazing what they leave in the supply closets here, I actually managed to find everything we’d need dear, isn’t that lucky? I’ll need you lying on your back on the changing mat, after that it’ll be extremely quick and easy"</span>, coos the older woman as she sets out a changing mat, talcum powder, wipes, and of course a fresh fluffy white diaper.
Wanting this to be over as soon as possible, you follow her instructions. Realising that you might need to get ready before this, you <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>start to remove your $currentClothing not wanting anything to get in the way, leaving you naked<<else>>are thankfully already naked, speeding matters up considerably<</if>>. Lying down, you soon find the firm hands of Aunt Agnes upon you as she <<if $currentUnderwear == "Naked">> rubs your nude bum appraisingly<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">>removes your damp $currentUnderwear, carefully putting them to one side<<else>>smiles appreciatively realising that you’re already wearing a diaper, not that that would stop her plans to re-diaper you<</if>>.
<<set $currentUnderwear = "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper">>Now fully nude, it doesn’t take much effort for your carer to tape you into your new $currentUnderwear. To start with, she makes sure to wipe down your bare behind and crotch with a wet wipe, tutting whenever you try to shuffle about. After that, she applied a thick layer of baby-powder, the smell of which is overpowering, before she finally, with some rapidity, closes you up in the diaper.
<span class="female">"See dear, it only took a moment, and now you feel all fresh and clean down there. There’s no way the facility admins will think you had that accident on purpose now. You were so well behaved for me back there, and I’m immensely proud sweetheart, you’ve been a good <<if $femininity >= 0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> for your Aunt Mildred today. Now, I know that you’re likely feeling a bit embarrassed over all of this, so I’ll take my leave. But, I’ll see you again soon. Take care dear"</span>, says your carer in a motherly tone, packing up the diapering supplies once more before giving you a sweet kiss on your forehead to say good bye as she leaves.
The older woman now left, you begin getting prepared for bed again, the fresh diaper crinkling whenever you move. Taking one last look around, you sadly still can’t find the missing glass. It seems like where it disappeared to will remain a mystery. At least the diaper feels nice, its plush interior surprisingly comfortable as it hugs your crotch, even if it is embarrassing to be wearing something so childish.
<<include [[ABDL Trainer End]]>>With a sigh, you realize that this probably isn’t going to turn out well for you. After all, your choices are between maybe getting in a lot of trouble or wearing a diaper. At least you might not get in trouble if you don’t wear the diaper, whilst you’ll certainly get embarrassed irreparably if you were to let her put it on you. The decision made, you shake your head, <span class="player">"Sorry Aunt Mildred. I don’t want to be diapered, even if I’ll get in trouble. I really did knock over a glass, and it was a big misunderstanding"</span>.
<span class="female">"Aww, it’s okay. I’ll try my best to talk to the admins for you dear. Now, I understand that this whole thing has made you rather flustered and upset, so I’ll try not to push it any further. But, if you’re having ‘accidents’ then you really should consider letting me diaper you before you make a big mess and upset the staff here. For now though, I guess I’ll be on my way. I’ll see you again soon. Take care dear, and don’t worry I’ll smooth it all over"</span>, says your carer in a motherly tone giving you a sweet kiss on your forehead to say good bye as she leaves.
The older woman now left, you begin getting prepared for bed again, worry and humiliation filling your thoughts. Despite your best efforts, it seems like Aunt Mildred didn’t believe you, and actually thought you childish enough to have had an accident like that. Taking one last look around, you sadly still can’t find the missing glass. It seems like where it disappeared to will remain a mystery, providing you no way to clear your name. At least she promised to try and talk the admins out of getting you in any trouble, you think before putting all of those thoughts to the back of your mind.
<<include [[ABDL Trainer End]]>><<if $diaperMessingPlay || $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $abdlTrainerBedAccident = true>><</if>>As you begin preparing for bed, a knocking at your door disturbs your actions. Letting herself in, you see the familiar form of your caretaker Aunt Mildred. With greying hair and a prodigious set of breasts, the middle-aged woman is dressed in a long sleeved floor-length brown dress, an impeccably clean apron tied off in front of it. In one hand she clutches a plate of cookies, whilst in the other she holds a glass of milk, likely another set of treats she’s brought for you.
<span class= "female">"Hello dear. I was just thinking about how hard you must be working since you arrived here, and I thought to myself ‘wouldn’t it be a great idea to prepare a nice tasty reward for <<if $femininity >= 0>>her<<else>>him<</if>>’. So, I hopped into my kitchen and whipped up a nice delicious batch of my famous family-recipe cookies, along with a warm glass of milk to help them go down"</span>, intones the old woman in a matronly tone, her slightly wrinkled face filled with warmth and care as she places her gifts down on your desk.
Walking over to her, you can smell the wonderful aroma of her baking, barely able to hold back from salivating. <span class="player">"Thank you Aunt Mildred, that was very kind of you"</span>, you respond, taking one of the cookies to try, knowing from before that she considers that to be the polite response.
<span class="female">"Aww, I see you couldn’t resist tucking right into them. Don’t worry, I can never resist having a couple myself when I’ve baked them, they’re just so nice when they’re still fresh and warm with the gooey chocolate chips"</span>, she explains as you gobble up the sumptuous treat. There’s still a mild flavour to them that you can’t quite place, but that’s part of their charm, so you give it little mind. Chewing appreciatively, you can’t help but hum happily as the chunks of chocolatey dough slide down your throat.
Despite your attempts to the contrary, you once more feel the damp handkerchief of Aunt Agnes cleaning the crumbs off of your face. <<if $submission >0>>Not wanting to make a fuss, you don’t say anything about how embarrassing it is being cleaned by the matronly woman. Though, deep down being doted on so completely is really starting to feel good, and you briefly wonder to yourself if you could really give it up by leaving the facility.<<else>>Embarrassed from being cleaned by the matronly woman, you silently frown grumpily at her. Though, deep down being doted on so completely is really starting to feel good, and you briefly wonder to yourself if you could really give it up by leaving the facility, struggling to remain focused on your goals.<</if>>
<span class="female">"Well, now that you’re all eaten up with something warm in your belly, I think it’s about time for me to take my leave. You’re just so adorable whenever you get crumbs all over your face, every time I see it I get this overwhelming urge to give you a big cuddle. Instead though I’ll settle for a good night kiss of my favourite <<if $femininity >= 0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>>. Goodnight dear, and remember to drink your milk, it’s good for you especially just before bed"</span>, responds Aunt Mildred in a motherly tone, waving jovially as she leaves.
The older woman now left, you begin getting prepared for bed again, your stomach still warm and comforted by the delicious cookies she brought you. Slowly drinking the refreshing glass of milk she also provided with, you casually notice that your belly is making some odd noises. Though, given how quickly you ate and drank what she offered you, maybe it’s just indigestion.
<<include [[ABDL Trainer End]]>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Plain Dark Green Onesie") == -1>><<addToWardrobe "Plain Dark Green Onesie">>As you begin preparing for bed, a knocking at your door disturbs your actions. Letting herself in, you see the familiar form of your caretaker Aunt Mildred. With greying hair and a prodigious set of breasts, the middle-aged woman is dressed in a long sleeved floor-length brown dress, an impeccably clean apron tied off in front of it. In her arms she carries a small bundle of dark-green material, though what it is you can’t tell.
<span class= "female">"Hello dear. It’s nice to see you again, I hope that everything is going well with your training and work. I’ve seen you getting ready for bed sweetheart previously, and I was worried that you might be cold in your sleep. Now, I know that the facility AI is very smart, and it thinks it knows what’s best for you, but a growing <<if $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> needs to keep nice and warm. I’d feel absolutely terrible if you caught a chill while under my care"</span>, intones the old woman in a cheery tone, her expression filled with kindly warmth towards you. Passing further into the room, she places what she carries upon your desk and retreats back a few steps.
Confused why she’s talking about you being cold in your sleep, you ask, <span class="player">"Aunt Mildred, I’m okay I think. Do you think I’m going to have problems with my room getting too cold?"</span>, her response to which is to just shake her head, barely restraining a chuckle.
<span class="female">"Of course not. At least, not now. You see dear, I’ve managed to requisition you a nice snuggly warm onesie for you to wear in bed. It’s kind of fleecy, and should it be nice and toasty in bed if you start wearing it. So, sweetheart, will you please try it on for your Aunt Mildred? I’d hate to give you something to help, only to find out it was too big"</span>, she explains, gesturing towards her gift to you.
<<if $submission >= 10>>Knowing you’d feel bad if you didn’t at least try it on, especially after she’s gone to so much effort to get you it, you decide to put on the onesie. Getting a closer look at it, you realize that it isn’t too offensive at least, composed of a dark green patter-less material that feels extremely soft to the touch. It does seem a little childish to wear a onesie, but at the end of the day adults wear them too, right?
Offering Aunt Mildred a quiet, <span class="player">"Thank you"</span>, you <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>take off your $currentClothing, folding it tidily before starting to don your new Plain Dark Green Onesie<<else>>try to figure out how to put on your new Plain Dark Green Onesie, already not wearing any clothes that would get in its way<</if>>. Finding the zipper on the back of it, it doesn’t take much effort to wriggle your way inside of it, zipping it back up again to seal you inside. Taking a moment to analyse it, you’re pleasantly surprised how warm and comfortable it really is, fitting you perfectly. The only real downside is that it has an embarrassing buttoned bum flap, though it’s not like anyone will really see that if you only wear the onesie to bed.
Clapping appreciatively, Aunt Mildred coos, <span class="female">"Perfect! You look adorable in it, and now I don’t have to worry about you getting cold in bed. Or heck, getting cold if you decide to take a nap during a busy day. You know, I heard from some of the other carer’s that there’s a job within the facility for a TV show, something about a nursery. Anyway, they let the people who volunteer for it sleep and they still get paid, doesn’t that sound great. But, I seem to be running out of time, I have paperwork to fill in that won’t sort itself out. I’ll see you later $firstName, look after yourself"</span>. And, with that, the older woman gives you a quick motherly kiss on the forehead before seeing herself out. <<else>>You know that not trying it on might hurt the older woman’s feelings, especially after she’s gone to so much effort to get you it, but you can’t push yourself to getting changed into in front of her. You do, however, still take a closer look at it, realizing that it isn’t too offensive at least. Composed of a dark green patter-less material that feels extremely soft to the touch, it probably would be very comfortable to sleep in. It does seem a little childish to wear a onesie, but at the end of the day adults wear them too, right?
Offering Aunt Mildred a non-committal, <span class="player">"Thank you, but maybe later"</span>, you await her response.
Looking slightly saddened by your choice, the matronly figure answers, <span class="female">"Ohh, okay dear. I just thought you’d look adorable in it, and then I wouldn’t have to worry about you getting cold in bed. But, if you don’t like it I can try and think up something else to help you with. Maybe, after I’m gone you could take a nap in it to see what you think about it, you know give it another try. In fact, I heard from some of the other carer’s that there’s a job within the facility for a TV show, something about a nursery. Anyway, they let the people who volunteer for it sleep and they still get paid, doesn’t that sound great. But, I seem to be running out of time, I have paperwork to fill in that won’t sort itself out. I’ll see you later $firstName, look after yourself"</span>. And, with that, the older woman gives you a quick motherly kiss on the forehead before seeing herself out.<</if>>
The older woman now left, you begin getting prepared for bed again, the fleecy onesie now in your possession. It’s not that bad, and it’s probably less humiliating than being nude, though whether you’ll actually wear it is something that you’re yet to fully make your mind up on. For now though, sleep is a higher priority on your mind. <<else>>As you begin preparing for bed, a knocking at your door disturbs your actions. Letting herself in, you see the familiar form of your caretaker Aunt Mildred. With greying hair and a prodigious set of breasts, the middle-aged woman is dressed in a long sleeved floor-length brown dress, an impeccably clean apron tied off in front of it. In her arms she carries a small bundle of dark-green material, though you can’t tell exactly what it is, it does look suspiciously like the onesie she brought you once before.
<span class= "female">"Hello dear. Just popping in for a visit, I hope that everything is going well with your training and work. Now I know I’ve given you a onesie to sleep in, in the past, but I was thinking that you could always use another one. After all, if it gets stained just before bed, or if you have some sort of spill, you wouldn’t want to go to bed in unclean bedclothes would you. I’d hate to think you might have to sleep in unsanitary conditions like that, who know what illnesses you could catch as a result"</span>, intones the old woman in a cheery tone, her expression filled with kindly warmth towards you. Passing further into the room, she places what she carries upon your desk and retreats back a few steps.
Confused why she’s offering you another onesie from the sounds of it, you respond, <span class="player">"Aunt Mildred, I’m okay I think. I don’t think I need another onesie really"</span>, her response to which is to just shake her head, barely restraining a chuckle.
<span class="female">"Of course not dear. At least, not now. But you see sweetheart, accidents happen, and it’s important to prepare for those situations beforehand. That’s part of what I’m here for, to look after you and handle of all that tough planning so that you can be happy and well taken care of"</span>, she explains, gesturing towards her gift to you.
<<if $submission >= 10>>Knowing like the last time that you’d feel bad if you didn’t at least try it on, especially after she’s been worrying about you so much, you decide to put on the onesie. Getting a closer look at it, you realize that like the last one it isn’t too offensive at least, composed of a dark green patter-less material that feels extremely soft to the touch. It does seem a little childish to wear a onesie, but at the end of the day adults wear them too, right?
Offering Aunt Mildred a quiet, <span class="player">"Thank you"</span>, you <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>take off your $currentClothing, folding it tidily before starting to don your new identical Plain Dark Green Onesie <<else>>try to figure out how to put on your new identical Plain Dark Green Onesie, already not wearing any clothes that would get in its way<</if>>. Finding the zipper on the back of it with ease as you’ve done this before, it doesn’t take much effort to wriggle your way inside of it, zipping it back up again to seal you inside. Taking a moment to analyse it, it’s as pleasantly warm and comfortable as ever, fitting you perfectly. The only real downside like you noted before is that it has an embarrassing buttoned bum flap, though it’s not like anyone will really see that if you only wear the onesie to bed.
Clapping appreciatively, Aunt Mildred coos, <span class="female">"Perfect! I think you might look even more adorable in it than last time, and now I don’t have to worry about you getting cold in bed or it one of them getting ruined. All this talk of napping though is making my pretty tired myself. You know, I heard from some of the other carer’s that there’s actually a job within the facility for a TV show, something about a nursery. Anyway, they let the people who volunteer for it sleep and they still get paid, doesn’t that sound great. But, I seem to be running out of time, I have paperwork to fill in that won’t sort itself out. I’ll see you later $firstName, look after yourself"</span>. And, with that, the older woman gives you a quick motherly kiss on the forehead before seeing herself out. <<else>>You know from previous experience that not trying it on might hurt the older woman’s feelings, especially with her seemingly being so worried about you, but you still can’t push yourself to get changed into in front of her. You do, however, take another closer look at it, realizing that like the last one it isn’t too offensive at least, composed of a dark green patter-less material that feels extremely soft to the touch. It does seem a little childish to wear a onesie, but at the end of the day adults wear them too, right?
Offering Aunt Mildred a non-committal, <span class="player">"Thank you, but maybe later. I’ll put it with the other one"</span>, you await her response.
Looking slightly saddened by your choice, the matronly figure answers, <span class="female">"Ohh, okay dear. I just thought you’d look adorable in it, and I was worried about your health and comfort. But, if you don’t like it I can keep trying to think something else up to help you with. Maybe, after I’m gone you could try taking a nap in it, for me. Then you could see what you think about it, you know give it another try. In fact, I heard from some of the other carer’s that there’s a job within the facility for a TV show, something about a nursery. Anyway, they let the people who volunteer for it sleep and they still get paid, doesn’t that sound great. But, I seem to be running out of time, I have paperwork to fill in that won’t sort itself out. I’ll see you later $firstName, look after yourself"</span>. And, with that, the older woman gives you a quick motherly kiss on the forehead before seeing herself out.<</if>>
The older woman now left, you begin getting prepared for bed again, another fleecy onesie now in your possession. At this rate you’ll soon have a large collection of them if she carries on, but it’s probably less humiliating than being nude at least. For now though, sleep is a higher priority on your mind.<</if>>
<<include [[ABDL Trainer End]]>><<addToWardrobe "Plain Dark Green Onesie">>Walking through a brightly coloured section, festooned with soft toys and cartoon princesses, you find a clothes rack full of extremely childishly styled clothing. Finding a Plain Dark Green Onesie, you bring it up to the shops counter.
<span class="bimbo">"Oh cool, are you getting sleep-wear, or maybe something for a rave. I mean, it’s not the cutest thing ever, but I sort of get it. Unless … unless you’re getting this because you actually want to walk around in it. But, like, why would anyone want to walk around in something so covering and baby-ish. I guess if that’s what you’re after it for then, like, the best part is the crotch has poppers so you can change any big crinkly diapers you might wear super easily"</span>, Tilly giggles, as she finishes processing your order.
[img[TRCimgs/Shop Items/BagPink.png]]
With your purchase complete you [[return to shopping|Shop Stock]]<<if !visited("Travel To ABDL Hannah Alt Punishment")>>As you pass through one of the many corridors within the facility, on your way to your destination, you suddenly hear a massive cracking crash from behind you. Turning with a start, you see to your dismay that a large monitor has just plummeted off of the wall, its smashed screen seemingly beyond repair as it sparks and fizzles loudly and obviously.
<span class ="female">"Hey. I’m Hannah, and you’re in massive trouble"</span>, giggles a voice behind you mockingly, further worrying you as you realize that you’ve been spot by someone near this accident, your chances of getting in trouble now much higher. <span class="female">"I can’t believe that you just smashed up facility property. They are going to be so mad about this when they find out. I wouldn’t be surprised if they sent you straight to auction, or worse. Those things must cost a fortune, so I bet they really try and get their money back out of you in whatever way possible"</span>.
Looking back over your shoulder, you can make out the source of the taunting, causing you some slight relief. Thankfully, it seems like the girly who spotted you was only another trainee, her pink hoodie and yoga pants combination exactly the same as you saw in the requisition list during your induction to the facility. Overall, she’s pretty cute, in a mean girl sort of way, her pouty full lips and pulled back dark brunette ponytail making her look quite menacing despite her relatively small height.
Wanting to clear matters up, you say with some panic to your voice, <span class="player">"But, I didn’t do anything. I just walked past, and it fell over. You have to believe me"</span>, your response only provoking a greater smirk from the mean trainee, her enjoyment of your predicament extremely obvious on her face.
<span class="female">"No way, you totally did it. Look at your foot, you’ll see what I mean and realise just how screwed you now are"</span>, she continues, pointing towards the ground beneath you. Running your eyes down there, you gasp as you finally figure out what happened. There, trailed around your foot, much to your horror, is a thin rubber coated cable, the wire running all the way back to the offending screen.
Watching your shocked response, Hannah actually begins to laugh, very pleased with herself for provoking it from you. <span class="female">"Wow, you’re fun! I thought I was in on a jackpot here already, but the more you freak out, the more I get the feeling it might be more enjoyable to play with you more. You see, I was going to just turn you in and see what they’d give me for that, there has to be some big reward for such a helpful trainee. But, if you were to do something for me that was worth more, then I suppose I could let you go and not tell anyone that you smashed up that screen …"</span>.
Not liking where this is going, you gulp, <span class="player">"What would you want from me to keep quiet about this?"</span>, dreading the sort of response she’ll give after everything she’s said and done so far in the brief time since your first meeting.
<span class="female">"Well, I think it would have to be something pretty funny and embarrassing to be worth that much to me. After all, the facility could give me a whole bunch of G.G.P, or maybe some preferable placement when they finally get rid of me, so you’d have to do better than that at least. So, yeah, I think it would have to be something extremely embarrassing for you, so that you always remember that I’m more in charge than you are and what happened today"</span>, tapping her chin in mock thought, she seems to finally make up her mind, <span class="female">"That’s it, I want you to <<if $diaperWettingPlay>>wet yourself for me<<else>>wear a diaper for me<</if>>. Right here, and right now. That would have me laughing for months. In fact, the thought of having that sort of power over someone has me so turned on you won’t believe. So, what do you say?"</span>.
Mouth wide open, her offer is even worse than you thought. To do something so devastatingly humiliating would be truly awful, especially knowing that the girl, Hannah, seems to get off on treating you like that. However, what choice do you really have? You don’t want to end up in a bad way over this, and that screen was probably pretty costly. Worry coursing through your mind, you try to figure out what to do.<<else>>As you pass through one of the many corridors within the facility, on your way to your destination, you suddenly hear a familiar mocking giggle behind you. Turning with a start, you see to your dismay the cruel trainee Hannah who previously tried to get you in trouble, her pink hoodie and yoga pants combination exactly the same as you saw in the requisition list during your induction to the facility. Overall, she’s pretty cute, in a mean girl sort of way, her pouty full lips and pulled back dark brunette ponytail making her look quite menacing despite her relatively small height.
<span class ="female">"Hey $firstName. That wasn’t very nice of you last time trying to spoil my fun by turning down my offer"</span>, pouts the girl mockingly before continuing, <span class="female">"You were super guilty, and you didn’t even get in any real trouble. That was so massively unfair. I thought they’d at least give me something, but I got nothing for it. Now I’m cross, and you’re going to make up for that"</span>.
Not liking where this is going, you gulp, <span class="player">"What do you want from me? I haven’t done anything, so you haven’t got any blackmail this time"</span>, feeling a little more confident in your dealings with her than you did during your first meeting.
<span class="female">"Well, I’ve thought about this a lot since we last met, and it seems to me that bullying wouldn’t be tolerated around here. So, if you don’t take my offer, the same offer as last time, then I’ll go and say that you were trying to beat me up to the guards. I’m small and cute, and they know I told on you before, so I bet they’ll believe me"</span>, batting her eyelids she puts on a rather convincing sad face for a moment, <span class="female">"That is, unless you do what I said. I just want you to <<if $diaperWettingPlay>>wet yourself for me<<else>>wear a diaper for me<</if>>. Right here, and right now. It’s now about more than a laugh, it’s about making sure no one thinks they can get one over on me. Though, the thought of having that sort of power over someone still has me majorly turned on, which is a nice bonus. So, what do you say this time?"</span>.
Mouth wide open, her offer is still shockingly awful. To think that after what happened previously she became so annoyed that she’s willing to pretend you’re trying to bully and attack her to get her way, makes you seriously begin to worry about what lengths she’ll go to if you don’t do as she says. At the same time, maybe she’s all talk, and just trying to scare you into accepting her offer. You’re not sure, but you’ll have to make a decision quickly.<</if>>
Do you:
[[Accept her offer|Travel To ABDL Hannah Diapered]]
[[Decline her offer|Travel To ABDL Hannah Alt Punishment]]<<set $hannahPlayerDiapered = true>><<if $underwear.indexOf("Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper") == -1>><<addToUnderwear "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper">><</if>>Nodding your head dejectedly, you decide to accept her offer, not wanting to get in trouble, however embarrassing her demands are. <span class="player">"Okay, I accept I’ll do it for you, just don’t get me in trouble"</span>, you tell her, already feeling down about what’s about to happen.
A look of pure joy, and maybe something more, crossing her face, the miniature brunette laughs<<if $hanahMood == 0>> happy to finally get her way<</if>>, <span class="female">"Awesome! I mean, it was a foregone conclusion the moment that you caused trouble in front of me, but I’m glad you’re not that dumb that you think you can get away with not doing what I want. This is going to be great! <<if $diaperWettingPlay>>So, go on then, act like a good little toy for Miss Hannah, and wet yourself like the little baby you are<<else>>So, go on then, get down on the floor for Miss Hannah so I can diaper you like the little baby you are><</if>>"</span>.
<<if $diaperWettingPlay>>Grimacing, you start to squat a bit, not sure how else to fulfil the cruel trainee’s desires. Sadly, much to your horror, pressure in your bladder builds quickly, as if even your own body conspires against you in this moment of degradation. It only takes a moment, but soon hot urine is flowing out of you at some pace, your face turning crimson red as you blush at doing something so private in such a public manner. <<if $currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">>Thankfully, you are wearing a diaper, otherwise you'd be giving Hannah an even greater show. However, even with your diaper some of the contents seem to have leaked out and down your leg, an unpleasant wet warmth clinging to you.<<elseif $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>With shock, you realise that you’ve soaked your $currentUnderwear through, their sodden form clinging wetly to your <<checkSkin>> form. A long stream of which has also leaked down your leg, an unpleasant warmth clinging to you. <<else>>With shock, you realize that you’re not wearing any underwear at all, leaving nothing to stop you making a large and incredibly noticeable mess, a torrent of unpleasant warmth clinging to you as a long stream of it flows down your leg.<</if>> Of course, with the distinct noise, amber lake around your feet, and strong and noxious smell, it’d be impossible to miss spotting your humiliated form, much to Hannah delight.
<span class="male">"Eurgh, what’s going on here!"</span>, demands a loud slightly muffled voice. It seems, while you were wetting yourself for Hannah’s amusement, a heavily armoured guard has arrived, catching the end of your disgraceful show. Though you can’t see his face behind his full helmet, his tone is easily identifiable as tinged with disgust.
Jumping in between you and the annoyed man, your tiny tormentor chirps in with a sweet tone, <span class="female">"I’m sorry about my friend here sire. You see <<if $pronoun == 1>>she<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>he<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>they<<elseif $femininity >= 0>>she<<elseif>>he<</if>> has a medical problem that causes <<if $pronoun == 1>>her<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>him<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>them<<elseif $femininity >= 0>>her<<elseif>>him<</if>> to have no bladder control. It’s really humiliating for <<if $pronoun == 1>>her<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>him<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>them<<elseif $femininity >= 0>>her<<elseif>>him<</if>>, so please don’t say anything to anyone. I have a plan for how to handle it, I hope it’s okay"</span>. Leaning up towards him, you watch uncomfortable as you are, as Hannah leans up to the man, whispering quietly to him.
<span class="male">"That seems acceptable, make sure that you do that. If they give you any trouble, come get me and I’ll hold them down"</span>, replies the guard, soon after making his leave.
<span class="female">"This is even better!"</span>, she laughs, approaching you, but carefully avoiding the pool of your urine, <span class="female">"You need to lie down over there, in the dry patch. I’m going to sort out this whole mess for you like the good friend I am. And, even better, if you don’t do what I say this time then I’ll go get the guard and he’ll make you, so you have to behave for me"</span>.
Practically whimpering, <span class="player">"Okay"</span>, in response, you do as she said, lying where she directed.
<span class="female">"I had this planned for someone else, but I guess this is now a present for you. When I called you a little baby earlier, I didn’t think you’d be getting dressed like one a few minutes later. But, just like a good friend, your buddy Hannah is going to diaper you so that you don’t have any more accidents. Isn’t that nice of me?"</span>, giggles the mean brunette, pulling a diaper out of her bag.
Wanting this to be over as soon as possible, you follow her instructions. Realising that you might need to get ready before this, you <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>start to remove your $currentClothing not wanting anything to get in the way, leaving you naked<<else>>are thankfully already naked, speeding matters up considerably<</if>>. Descending up you, you soon find the delicate hands of the girl upon you as she <<if $currentUnderwear == "Naked">>nude bum a quick spank<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">>removes your damp $currentUnderwear, throwing them unceremoniously to one side<<else>>smiles in amusement, realising that you’re already wearing a diaper, not that that would stop her plans to re-diaper you<</if>>.<<if $currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">><br><br>Her hand firmly clasped over her mouth, stifling her surprised laughter, Hannah takes a moment to calm herself down, all the while leaving you to wait uncomfortably in embarrassment at her mocking tone. Finally working the last of the giggles out of her system, her eyes fix on your own, despite your attempts to avert them in defeat. <span class="female">"Really!"</span>, she exclaims, her eyes alight with joy, <span class="female">"After all that fuss, and all that effort on my part, you’re already wearing a diaper. I guess you’re just a big baby already. I …. I don’t know whether this makes this more fun or less, either way, there’s no way you’re talking your way out of this now. I’m taking this as a full admission that you love diapers, whatever you try to say otherwise. Never going to let you live this down, you’re mine now"</span>, the stare she gives you more dominant than any of the teasing could ever be.<</if>>
<<set $currentUnderwear = "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper">>Now fully nude, it doesn’t take much effort for her to tape you into your new $currentUnderwear as you wait dejectedly. She doesn’t have any other supplies, so can’t take the time to properly clean and dry you, instead just roughly shoving it under you and strapping you tightly.
<span class="female">"All done! You’re all taped up in your pretty new diaper. I was going to say that it was nice for your friend to do that for you, but now I’m thinking with how childish you’ve acted, that maybe I’m more of a big sister, looking out for a silly baby. But, now that I’ve diapered you, I think we can have even more fun in the future. So, I want you to keep wearing this, and if I see you not in a diaper, then I’m going to be very upset. Understood?"</span>.
Unable to do anything but agree with her, you just nod along. Happy with your response, your ‘big sister’ gives you a tight hug, during which she can’t stop laughing at your discomfort, before finally giving you a wave goodbye and leaving. Now left alone, diapered and standing next to a pool of your own pee. You decide to move along quickly, not wanting to even think about what just happened for a moment longer.<<else>>Practically whimpering, <span class="player">"Okay"</span>, in response, you do as she said, lying where she directed.
<span class="female">"I had this planned for someone else, but I guess this is now a present for you. You’re going to look like such a cute baby in your little diaper, isn’t that wonderful! Maybe, I can even tell some more people about it, because this doesn’t seem like the sort of thing that I could just keep to myself. I mean you’ll just be way too adorable to keep secret. Isn’t that nice of me?"</span>, giggles the mean brunette, pulling a diaper out of her bag.
Wanting this to be over as soon as possible, you follow her instructions. Realising that you might need to get ready before this, you <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>start to remove your $currentClothing not wanting anything to get in the way, leaving you naked<<else>>are thankfully already naked, speeding matters up considerably<</if>>. Descending up you, you soon find the delicate hands of the girl upon you as she <<if $currentUnderwear == "Naked">>gives your nude bum a quick spank<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">>removes your $currentUnderwear, throwing them unceremoniously to one side<<else>>smiles in amusement, realising that you’re already wearing a diaper, not that that would stop her plans to re-diaper you<</if>>.<<if $currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper "|| $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">><br><br>Her hand firmly clasped over her mouth, stifling her surprised laughter, Hannah takes a moment to calm herself down, all the while leaving you to wait uncomfortably in embarrassment at her mocking tone. Finally working the last of the giggles out of her system, her eyes fix on your own, despite your attempts to avert them in defeat. <span class="female">"Really!"</span>, she exclaims, her eyes alight with joy, <span class="female">"After all that fuss, and all that effort on my part, you’re already wearing a diaper. I guess you’re just a big baby already. I …. I don’t know whether this makes this more fun or less, either way, there’s no way you’re talking your way out of this now. I’m taking this as a full admission that you love diapers, whatever you try to say otherwise. Never going to let you live this down, you’re mine now"</span>, the stare she gives you more dominant than any of the teasing could ever be.<</if>>
<<set $currentUnderwear = "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper">>Now fully nude, it doesn’t take much effort for her to tape you into your new $currentUnderwear as you wait dejectedly. She doesn’t have any other supplies, so can’t take the time to properly clean and dry you, instead just roughly shoving it under you and strapping you tightly.
<span class="female">"All done! You’re all taped up in your pretty new diaper. I was going to say that it was nice for your friend to do that for you, but now I’m thinking with how childish you’ve acted, that maybe I’m more of a big sister, looking out for a silly baby. But, now that I’ve diapered you, I think we can have even more fun in the future. So, I want you to keep wearing this, and if I see you not in a diaper, then I’m going to be very upset. <<if $hannahMood == 0>>Told you I'd get even with you, didn't I! Maybe you should have been nicer to me, understood?<<else>>Understood?<</if>>"</span>.
Unable to do anything but agree with her, you just nod along. Happy with your response, your ‘big sister’ gives you a tight hug, during which she can’t stop laughing at your discomfort, before finally giving you a wave goodbye and leaving. Now left alone, diapered and embarrassed. Deciding to move along quickly, not wanting to even think about what just happened for a moment longer, you set off, carrying on with your travels.<</if>>
<<include [[Travel To End]]>>Shaking your head, you decide to decline her offer, not willing to undergo that level of embarrassment to appease Hannah. <span class="player">"No way, I’m not going to do that, even if I’ll get in trouble otherwise"</span>, you tell her, resolute in your decision.
A look of anger crossing her face, the miniature brunette scowls, <span class="female">"What do you mean that you’re turning down my offer. You can’t turn down my offer. That’s sort of the point of this. I win, and you have to do what I say! You’re such a jerk, I hope that they do something really mean to you now"</span>, as she fumes, increasingly annoyed with your dismissal of her offer, you watch as she starts stalking off, obviously looking for a guard or other staff member.
It doesn’t take her long, you following behind to do damage control, for her to find one of the ever-present facility guards, their gleaming black full body armour making them extremely easy to spot even from a distance in the sterile white corridor. <span class="female">"Please sir, I have something I need to tell you"</span>, she says in her cutest tone, acting much nicer to him than she ever has to you, <span class="female">"You see, <<if visited()<=1>><<set $hannahMood = 0>>I just saw this trainee yank a facility screen off of the wall and smash it to bits down there, and they seemed to be really happy about it<<else>>that trainee over there just tried to beat me up, they called me a snitch and said that I was going to ‘get what’s coming to me’<</if>>. Please sir, you have to do something, before they do even worse!"</span>.
The body armoured figure turns to you, though what they’re thinking is hard to speculate, their face covered in the standard full-face armoured helmet that all facility agents wear. <span class="male">"Alright, sounds legitimate thank you for bringing this to me. Offending trainee, these are grave accusations. As such, I’m going to put you on toilet cleaning duty for the moment and file an official complaint against your name. Please provide your full details, or I’ll be forced to increase the punishment"</span>.
Gasping, you realise that you’re in trouble, but that the punishment isn’t really that bad, quietly answering <span class="player">"I’m $firstName, sir"</span>.
Of course, Hannah seems to have come to a similar conclusion, a flicker of grumpiness seeping through her sweet veneer, <span class="female">"That’s not fair sir, $firstName was really bad. They obviously deserve a bigger punishment than some cleaning, And, not trying to seem impolite, but isn’t there a reward for me turning them in?"</span>.
<span class="male">"Seems enough to me, and I’m the one who works here, so I make the rules. Maybe, just maybe, you need to learn your place a little more too miss. I think I’ll assign you to toilet cleaning too"</span>, laughs the guard from within his helmet, pulling out his tablet to file the punishments. As he does, you catch a look of the angry stare that Hannah is giving you, her annoyance towards you having grown immensely.
…
It doesn’t actually take very long, only about half an hour at most. You’re pretty thankful that you only got such a minor punishment, but the thought of having complaints about you on your records doesn’t sound a good thing either. Hannah was assigned to the same smelly and labour-intensive task as you were, and she spent the entire time telling you how she’d get revenge on you for this.
Leaving you on the words, <span class="female">"You got me in trouble<<if visited() >1>> again<</if>>, and I won’t forgive you easily for that. <<if visited()<=1>>You’ve made an enemy today, and<<else>>You thought I was cross after the first time, you should really start to worry now.<</if>> I’ll have you mewling humiliatingly at my feet for this"</span>, you get the feeling that this won’t be the last you see of her. Maybe you should try and find a way to deal with her before she does something even more drastic to you.
But, for now you have somewhere to be, so instead you rush quickly down the corridor, continuing onwards towards your intended destination.
<<include [[Travel To End]]>><span class="female">"Brilliant! Wings are my speciality! Well, one of them at least."</span>, cheers Jasmine as you tell her your selection, <span class="female">"Now, before we go into this I have to warn you, I don’t think you’ll be able to fly. I mean, I’ve heard of people who can after getting heavily modded, but it’s super hard to get to work. But, on the bright side they feel great. Plus, you’ll look so much more interesting with a brilliant pair of <<if $wingType == 1>>dragon<<elseif $tail == 2>>demon<</if>> wings, you’ll get so many compliments when you go on nights out"</span>.
The fox-girl motions for you to follow her over to one of the sofas, where she asks you to lie down face first. While you get comfortable, she searches through a cabinet under her desk for the treatment, occasionally taking multiple items out and comparing them toward the light. Settling into the leather of the seat, you find this a lot more relaxing than the sterile clinic.
After a few minutes rest, Jasmine returns, something resembling a pair of cosplay <<if $wingType == 1>>dragon<<elseif $wingType == 2>>demon<</if>> wings in hand.
<span class="female">"This is super simple, but I’ll run you through it all so that you don’t get in a panic. All I need to do is to put these wings on you, so the harness touches your spine, and then wait. There’ll be a flash of light as it bonds and then you’re done "</span>, she says, giving you a confident thumbs-up to reassure you, <span class="female">"You're in safe hands, I’ve made sure that everything matches up, there really is nothing to worry about. You will however need to take everything off, you know just so you don’t ruin any of your stuff and I can properly get to your back"</span>. Sitting up, <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you pull yourself off of the sofa before you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked and ready to sit back down<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you pull yourself off of the sofa before you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked and ready to sit back down<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you pull yourself off of the sofa before you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked and ready to sit back down<<else>>you're already naked so don't need to get undressed, instead waiting patiently for her to place them on you<</if>>.
Your worries at least partially dealt with, you allow the fox-girl to maneuver the wing-like objects on your back, and then walk back and take a seat nearby. You momentarily wonder if she’s joking with you, but then you hear a slight !Click! from the fake wings, signalling to you that it really might be that simple.
Feeling a little heat, a spot midway up your spine becoming a little warm but nothing else really jumps out at you as happening. You reach back to check that the '<<if $wingType == 1>>dragon<<elseif $wingType == 2>>demon<</if>>' wings haven't fallen off, only to brush against something very sensitive. In fact, the sensation is so intense that you're prompted to spasm as a response, humping against the sofa, your <<if $vagina>>pussy leaving a small puddle of lust<<else>>penis leaking a small glob of pre-cum in response<</if>>, that felt good.
Jasmine giggles happily as she looks on, staring at your new attachment before walking over with a small mirror in hand. Looking back, you can see jutting out your back, <<if $wingType == 1>>a pair of sleek and regal dragon<<elseif $wingType ==2>>a pair of seductive membraned demonic<</if>> wings.
[["So, everything’s good?"|Fur Life Menu]], asks Jasmine smiling.<span class="female">"Awww! I guess they can sort of get in the way a bit. Oh well, still lots of other cool things to try!"</span>, cheers Jasmine as you tell her your selection, slightly put out that you don’t want to keep your wings, <span class="female">"Don’t worry, I’m not a jerk, I’ll do it for you without issue. If nothing else, you could always try out a new set of wings again in the future, or maybe even something cooler. I mean, they are super unique and fashionable, so I bet you’ll be tempted back in no time to try out something like them again"</span>.
The fox-girl motions for you to follow her over to one of the sofas, where she asks you to lie down face first. While you get comfortable, she searches through a cabinet under her desk for the treatment, occasionally taking multiple items out and comparing them toward the light. Settling into the leather of the seat, you find this a lot more relaxing than the sterile clinic.
After a few minutes rest, Jasmine returns, a blue glowing, effervescent liquid-filled vial in hand.
<span class="female">"This is super simple, but I’ll run you through it all so that you don’t get in a panic. All I need to do is drink this, and then wait. It’ll tell your body to remove the wings, after that you’re done"</span>, she says, giving you a confident thumbs-up to reassure you, <span class="female">"You're in safe hands, I’ve made sure that everything is safe, there really is nothing to worry about"</span>.
Your worries at least partially dealt with, you allow the fox-girl to feed you the vials contents down your throat. It tastes faintly of lemons, you think, as you watch her walk back and take a seat nearby. You momentarily wonder if she’s joking with you, but then you hear a slight !Click! from the point where your wings meet your spine, signalling to you that it really might be that simple.
You feel a little heat, your spine feeling a little warm but nothing else. You reach back to check whether you still have a set of wings, though find nothing in your search. The spot where your wings used to reside now only features smooth skin.
Jasmine giggles happily as she looks on, staring at your now lack of wings before walking over with a small mirror in hand. Looking back, you can see for sure that you no longer have wings of any sort.
[["So, everything’s good?"|Fur Life Menu]] Asks Jasmine smiling.Deciding to go over and talk to Tony B, you pass by his body guard. Sitting in his little booth with him, you chat for a little while about inane things, the club owner’s entourage of blonde bimbo’s laughing along with most everything he says.
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Seemingly the man can be quite suave, occasionally making an incredibly astute observation or witty joke, his knowledge of the facilities gossip and secrets almost unrivalled. Of course, this is then quickly nullified by the lewd and crass comments he soon makes afterwards, normally about how many babes he’s fucked. Overall, you could be having a better time, though he’s paying for the drinks and the other company is cute.
Seeing an opening in the conversation as Tony motorboats the breasts of the girl next to him you think about what to do next.
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[[Ask about escaping the facility|Club B Tony B Ask Escape Facility]]<<if (visited("Travel To ABDL Hannah Diapered") || visited("Travel To ABDL Hannah Alt Punishment")) && !$hannahNursery>><br><br>[[Ask about getting rid of someone|Club B Tony B Ask Remove Hannah]]<</if>>
[[Finish spending time with Tony B|Club B]]Seeing an opening in the conversation, you take a deep breath to psych yourself up before asking the well-connected club owner, <span class="player">"Hey, would it be okay if I asked you for a favour?"</span>.
With a flick of his wrist, he signals for the collection of bimbos and bar sluts he’s accumulated to leave, the whole group dissipating without even the slightest hint of questioning. Further, not only does his bodyguard seem to be at a much higher state of alert, but Tony himself seems to be different, as if he’s suddenly become more professional and focused. Smiling with a predatory charm, he asks, <span class="male">"Of course. I’m always happy to do business. Just so long as those I’m willing to help are also willing to offer recompense for my efforts. You tell me what you need, and I’ll tell you how workable your request is. Good for you? If not, then you can hit the road and find someone else to help you. Here’s some free advice, if you can find help elsewhere then they’ll charge you worse than I do, and probably fuck you over five ways to Sunday. At least I’m upfront with it all"</span>.
Gulping, you nervously say, <span class="player">"I’ve got this girl who’s bothering me. She’s a trainee too, and she’s called Hannah. I just want her to stop and leave me alone. Can you help with that?"</span>, not sure what you’re even really asking for.
<span class="male">"That’s golden! Alright mate, I have a work around for that. There are ways of getting rid of people around here"</span>, laughs the lewd man before spending a moment in uncharacteristically deep thought. <span class="male">"From what I can remember, she’s a bit of a brat. I have records on just about everyone, and that firecracker has a chip on her should the size of a crevasse. I have something in mind for her. It’s a bit poetic even. You just say the word and I’ll have her … reassigned in terms of ownership, get her off of the ‘repurposed’ program and sold off to someone. I won’t tell you exactly who yet, don’t want to spoil my business, but it’s funny as shit, believe me on that one. Even better I’ll do it cheap. You want her gone, you get me 2000 G.G.P and I’ll have it all done and dusted within the hour"</span>.
Thinking for a moment, you contemplate what the man just said. It sounds like he can legitimately end her harassment of you, but it’s not going to be free. 2000 G.G.P is a fair amount of points, and even after all of her mistreatment of you, would it really be reasonable to trust her fate to the sketchy club owner?
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<<if $ggp <2000>>You don’t have enough G.G.P to take Tony B up on his offer<<else>>[[Take Tony B up on his offer?|Club B Tony B Pay Remove Hannah][$hannahNursery = true; $ggp -= 2000]]<</if>>
[[Return to talking with Tony B|Club B Spend Time With Tony B]]Not feeling able to deal with Hannah’s teasing and blackmail anymore, you can’t resist taking the club owner up on his offer. Nodding resolutely, you answer, <span class="player">"Deal. It’s worth it"</span>.
<span class="male">"That’s the spark mate! It always makes me feel warm and tingly when I help someone out, especially when they’re paying me for the privilege. I’ll get her sorted within the hour, like I promised. You want to know the big joke now? I mean, I’ve just had the funds processed, so I’ve no reason to worry about you stealing my scheme out from under me"</span>, laughs the sleazy man. Funnily enough, whilst you strongly believe him over the money situation, he doesn’t say a word or call anyone over to process it.
<span class="player">"Okay, it’s probably best I know"</span>, you offer, curious to what the mean trainee has in store for her.
Slapping his knees in excitement, he blurts out, <span class="male">"So, the babe was a massive brat to you, right? I mean, the stuff she was asking of you, the way she was playing up, the whining, she was acting like a spoiled kid. Well, I know a couple of execs over at a TV show in the facility that specializes in diapering cry-babies like her. I’m having the documents cooked as we speak to have her ownership reassigned to them. The guy who runs the place is a soft touch, so she’ll be looked after well-enough, but I get the feeling that she’s going to pretty furious over being treated as little more than a baby. Still, she had it coming, and it’s not like I’ve had her vacuum packed in latex and sold as a table, so no guilty conscience on this one for you or me. Not that I ever feel remorse for helping out a friend"</span>.
Waving back over his floozies he adds, <span class="male">"That all?"</span>, drink already back in hand.
Finished with your deal, you [[return to talking with Tony B|Club B Spend Time With Tony B]].Seeing an opening in the conversation, you take a deep breath to psych yourself up before asking the well-connected club owner, <span class="player">"Hey, would it be okay if I asked you for a favour?"</span>.
With a flick of his wrist, he signals for the collection of bimbos and bar sluts he’s accumulated to leave, the whole group dissipating without even the slightest hint of questioning. Further, not only does his bodyguard seem to be at a much higher state of alert, but Tony himself seems to be different, as if he’s suddenly become more professional and focused. Smiling with a predatory charm, he asks, <span class="male">"Of course. I’m always happy to do business. Just so long as those I’m willing to help are also willing to offer recompense for my efforts. You tell me what you need, and I’ll tell you how workable your request is. Good for you? If not, then you can hit the road and find someone else to help you. Here’s some free advice, if you can find help elsewhere then they’ll charge you worse than I do, and probably fuck you over five ways to Sunday. At least I’m upfront with it all"</span>.
Gulping, you nervously say, <span class="player">"Can you get me out of here?"</span>, not sure if you’re asking too much of this admittedly well-connected club owner.
<span class="male">"That’s golden! Alright mate, I have a work around for just that. Thing is though, it’s going to cost you. Big. You see, I can make a fortune around here working favours for even the crappest trainee, I mean you all get a decent pool of ‘welcome’ points that I can cash in big time. And, if I let you all just walk off from here, then where would I make my pay from. Add onto that, that if everyone just walked out of this place with dodgy papers or a forged ID card, then people would take notice. The execs on the board of this place know I do what I do, some even pay me for various … matters, but even they’d take a bite out of me if I started just letting you all escape"</span>, laughs Tony B, taking a long drink of his beverage.
Taking a moment to stifle his laughter, the man continues, <span class="male">"But, I can do it. We just have to think up a reasonable price. I’m thinking, like, 30 thousand G.G.P. Sounds about right if you want your freedom. That would be a handsome payment, even if I would have to grease a fair few palms. Important palms at that. You really want to get out of here, you bring me that sort of cash and I’ll get you out of here in a heart-beat. That sound good for you? Not that you have an alternate option if you want to end up a free citizen again"</span>.
Thinking for a moment, you contemplate what the man just said. It sounds like he can legitimately get you your freedom, but it’s not going to be free. 30,000 G.G.P is a ridiculous amount of points, and even after you hand it to him, would it really be reasonable to trust your fate to the sketchy club owner?
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<<if $ggp <30000>>You don’t have enough G.G.P to take Tony B up on his offer<<else>>[[Take Tony B up on his offer?|Club B Tony B Pay Escape Facility][$ggp -= 30000]]<</if>>
[[Return to talking with Tony B|Club B Spend Time With Tony B]]Anxious about handing over so many of your hard-earned points, but seeing no better way of escaping your fate as a future slave, you can’t resist taking the club owner up on his offer. The decision made firmly in your mind you nod resolutely, answering, <span class="player">"Deal. It’s worth it"</span>.
<span class="male">"Wow! Well fuck me! Didn’t think you’d be able to scrape together that sort of currency, but a deal’s a deal"</span>, laughs the sleazy man, <span class="male">"I’ll run it all through my financing now, then get everything sorted for you. God damn, that’s a fuck-ton of points. You must have run a train for a small town worth of people for that sort of cash. Weeks straight on your back and airtight. Not that I’m judging, all power to you, make it when you can and tell anyone who thinks otherwise to jog on. Anyway, it’s all finished processing now, so we can talk the finer points"</span>, he continues barely anytime having passed and the greasy man not having left his seat. Funnily enough, whilst you strongly believe him over the money situation, he doesn’t say a word or call anyone over to process it.
<span class="player">"Okay, so how do I get out? What’s the plan?"</span>, you ask, wanting to keep the club owner on task.
Pulling out a bottle of expensive looking champagne from a secret compartment under his seat, he begins pouring out two flutes, <span class="male">"So, honestly it’s not that hard for me. I have to run some kick-backs for a bunch of people, but in truth everyone is willing to be paid off in some way or another. All I need to do is talk to a couple of buddies to get you some new papers on the system, this is a government facility after all, so we have full database access to everything we need. After that I pay off the door guards, a few people in IT to scrub your records and recordings, and a couple of big-wigs who need to be paid their dues unless we both want to end up at the bottom of river or worse. You’ll have a new fully-legit identity, I’ll start you with some cash, can even give you some decent tips on how to get everything in your life back up and running"</span>.
As you look at him slightly sceptically over his grandiose claims of help, he holds up his hands in defence, adding, <span class="male">"Look! I’m getting the way better end of this deal, so I don’t mind making sure you’re happy if it doesn’t hurt my bottom line too much. Especially if it means we leave on good terms and you’re not looking to stick a knife in my back later down the line. Even after the costs I’ll be dealing with, I’ll be at least a million ahead of where I left off for a few hours work, you think I’m going to shit on a deal like that? Course not!"</span>, gesturing for you to take your drink.
Seeing as you’re invested in your escape attempt now and sensing his sincerity when it comes to how much money you’ve just made him, you nod, <span class="player">"Alright. Fine, you’re making sense. I’ll believe you"</span>.
Smiling you a toothy grin, the greasy haired man downs his champagne before standing. <span class="male">"Got a few things I need to iron out. Some I can only handle in person. You rest up here, have a drink or five on me, you know celebrate and live a little. I’ll be back in an hour, maybe two at most. Don’t fuck anything up while I’m gone"</span>, Tony B finishes, waving his entourage back into the booth as he takes his quick leave.
Finished with your deal, and your co-conspirator now gone, you fall back into your seat mentally exhausted. The end of your time within the facility now within site you’re practically vibrating with joy, albeit still nervous that things could turn at any moment. Surrounded once again by Tony’s gaggle of bubbly bimbo’s you sip at the truly astounding champagne, and [[await the return of Tony B|Club B Tony B Pay Escape Start]].An uncomfortable shudder runs through you as you twist and turn in your bed, pangs of undue pressure causing you to suddenly bolt upright in your bed. At first it’s hard to figure out what’s going on in your drowsy state, the sudden awakening leaving you confused and distressed. However, as your guts begin to let out loud audible growls and grumbles, the idea that maybe you’ve got a stomach ache or some kind of food poisoning begins running through your mind.
Unsure what to do, you momentarily hold onto your stomach region, hoping that the increased pressure from your own movements might stem the unpleasant feeling bubbling inside you, but this seems to be of little help. Instead, <<if $diaperWettingPlay && $diaperMessingPlay>>your stomach just continues to churn within, accompanied by a new feeling of fullness from around your bladder<<elseif $diaperMessingPlay>>your stomach begins to churn, making you feel queasy and overly full<<else>>the sensations begin to fluctuate, changing until you start to feel a new over fullness around your bladder region<</if>>.
Panicking now, you start to fumble with your bedsheets, doing your best to extricate yourself in a mad dash to the toilets. Sadly, in your groggy and indisposed state, such actions are easier said than done, as just before you can finish pulling the covers back, the tension in your <<if $diaperWettingPlay && $diaperMessingPlay>>stomach and bladder<<elseif $diaperMessingPlay>>stomach<<else>>bladder<</if>> begin to go into overdrive, control over your bathroom faculties leaving you in a truly humiliating degrading display.
The only small mercy of the situation is that it comes quickly, <<if $diaperWettingPlay && $diaperMessingPlay>>a wave of mess pushing out of your rear as you also wet yourself uncontrollably<<elseif $diaperMessingPlay>>a wave of mess pushing out of your rear quickly and uncontrollably<<else>>wetting yourself quickly and uncontrollably<</if>>, all over where you sleep. <<if $currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">>Despite having been somewhat prepared, having worn your $currentUnderwear to bed, it’s still not enough, the accident having been so severe as to have seeped out of the sides of your diaper. Nauseatingly, they’re also heavily saturated now, still warm and heavily stained.<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>Having worn your $currentUnderwear to bed, they are now thoroughly stained and soaked with your still warm accident, causing you to further remain in the pungent puddle<<else>>Having not worn any underwear to bed, you have had nothing to prove as a barrier, instead depositing the entire warm pungent puddle upon your large four-poster bed<</if>>.
Feeling shame and disgust rise up within you, you <<if $submission >= 0>>can’t help but cry, the horrid nature of what just happened shaking you to the core and making you question how you could have let it occur<<else>>can’t help but grumble angrily, the horrid nature of what just happened only strengthening your opinions of the facility, for it surely wasn’t your fault that such an accident occurred<</if>>. Not wanting to stew in the fouled covers any longer, you peal yourself out of bed, worry over what to do creeping over you. After all, someone is going to have to clean your bed, and they’re going to think horrible things about you if they see the current state of it. Worse, they facility might consider what you just did some kind of act of vandalism, and who knows what they might do at that point.
<span class="female">"Oh dear, dearie!"</span>, you hear from behind you in a familiar matronly voice, shaking you from your frozen state of panic, <span class="female">"I got a message from your room AI that you were in distress and came running. I was asleep at the time, but I couldn’t leave my sweet $firstName feeling unwell. I don’t mean to be rude, but I can … smell what the issue is. But, you have no need to worry, these things can happen to anyone"</span>.
Your face heating up as you blush bright red, your humiliation building ever higher as you come to terms with being caught in such a compromising situation. Averting your gaze slightly, not wanting to look her in the eyes, you feel momentarily better as you notice that Aunt Mildred is wearing a pink floral nightdress that looks very old-fashioned, but such levity is brief as you catch the scent of your latest problem. Meekly, not sure what to say you reply, <span class="player">"Okay …"</span>.
Closing in on you, a warm embrace soon envelops you, the braless breasts of your carer rubbing against you. <span class="female">"Sweetheart, it’s okay! Like I said, these things happen. I’ve seen a few trainees have similar issues. I’m not entirely sure why, but I’d say it’s probably some combination of incredible stress and the new diet that they have to adjust to when coming here. So many upset tummies. But, enough of that talk, we need to get all of this sorted. You’re probably feeling rather icky at the moment, so I’ll get you a nice towel to hide yourself behind and you can go and get cleaned up in the dormitory showers. Meanwhile, I’ll change your sheets for you and get things in order on this end. A warm shower will really do you a world of good dear"</span>, coos the older woman.
…
Having meekly done as your carer directed, you really are feeling much better now. It’s still embarrassing to think of the compromising situation she caught you in, but she’s been nothing but kind and caring towards you. <<if $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>Sadly, you had to get rid of your $currentUnderwear and change into a new set, but after what happened to them that was a foregone conclusion. <</if>>Cleaned up and wrapped in a nice snuggly towel, you return to find your room as good as new, Aunt Mildred standing over your freshly changed bed squirting a bottle of air freshener.
<span class="female">"There you are dear. All spick and span. No one will even realise that you had your little … accident. Now, I know this might sound a bit presumptuous, but these sorts of incidents often don’t occur in isolation. I don’t want you to think I’m accusing you or insulting you, but I’ve seen other trainees in similar situations in the past and they often have these problems for most of their time her. It’s so common in fact that there’s a training course to help you out with your problem. They call it diaper training, but it’s more about helping toilet train you again to cope within the facility. There’s even a big pay incentive because they got so tired of all the damage to sheets and mattresses. You don’t need to decide about it now, but it might be something good to check out dear"</span>, the motherly woman lectures you upon seeing you once more, a kindly tone to her offer of advice.
Mumbling, <span class="player">"Thank you"</span>, meekly to her, in need of sleep to help you feel further away from your humiliations earlier.
Sensing your desire to get back to sleep, she gives you another warm hug, cooing, <span class="female">"You’re welcome dear. You just get a good night’s sleep for your Aunt Mildred, and I’m sure you’ll feel back yourself by the morning. Don’t forget to have a look at the diaper training course though, it might do you a world of good. Anyway, you need your rest, so goodnight!"</span>. Packing up her cleaning supplies and a bag filled with the soiled old sheets, your carer soon departs, leaving you alone once more.
Your bed now cleaned, not really wanting to think of what happened any longer, you [[drift back to sleep| interuptDestinationDay('Wake Up')]].As you begin preparing for bed, a knocking at your door disturbs your actions. Letting herself in, you see the familiar form of your caretaker Aunt Mildred. With greying hair and a prodigious set of breasts, the middle-aged woman is dressed in a long sleeved floor-length brown dress, an impeccably clean apron tied off in front of it. In one hand she clutches a bright colourful adult-sized sippy cup filled with some sort of juice, images of <<if $femininity >= 0>>pink cartoon princesses adorning the sides<<else>>blue cartoon superheroes adorning the sides<</if>>.
<span class= "female">"Hello dear. Just passing through with another little gift. It’s not much, but I was checking your recorded vitals, and the facility AI seems to think you’ve been a little dehydrated these last couple of days. It’s probably because you’re working so hard that you keep forgetting, so I put it upon myself to get some nice juice for you to drink. I’ve only tried it a couple of times, but I hear it’s lovely, it’s produced within the farming units of the center, and is one hundred percent organic and specially cultivated for both flavour and healthiness"</span>, intones the old woman in a matronly tone, her slightly wrinkled face filled with warmth and care as she makes her way over to you.
As the plastic lidded cup gets closer to you, you can already smell the heady aroma of the mysterious liquid, fruity and sweet, but not in any way you’ve ever experienced before. With just enough wherewithal to wipe the stray drool from the corners of your mouth, you know that it’ll be delicious. Of course, the cup it comes in is a rather odd choice, obviously something meant for children, yet sized for adults. Slightly confused, but not entirely sure what to say, you ask, <span class="player">"Thank you for the drink Aunt Mildred, but what is it? And, why is it in a cup like … that?"</span>.
Chuckling, the motherly figure gives you a reassuring pat on the head. <span class="female">"Oh sweetheart, I’m sorry about the sippy cup, but I’ll get to that in a moment. The juice is something very special that’s made by the facility. The fruit it’s made from are unique, and specially engineered by the facility for use in some of their genetics works. However, it’s so lovely that many of the upper staff have grown very attached to drinking it. The name they give it is rather dry and clinical, so I’m not sure what to call it, but it’s completely safe, just very tasty"</span>.
<span class="female">"As for the sippy cup, well that’s a bit of a story. You see, I thought to myself ‘wouldn’t it be nice to let little $firstName have a try of this very special drink’, so I started to pour you a glass of it to bring you. Well, the manager I work under spotted me doing it, and he asked me who it was for. Of course, I was completely forthcoming, and he was very nice about the whole matter, after all rewarding trainees is allowed and they all know how I love to spoil my charges. The problem was, they were worried that you might smash it or drop it, we’ve had some rather aggressive people in our care over the years, so I was told I could only give it you in a safe plastic drinking cup"</span>, looking at you with wide eyes that show her enthusiasm for gifting this too you she finishes, <span class="female">"This was the only way I could give you any. But, I know you’re such a good <<if $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>>, $firstName, that you wouldn’t turn down such a hard to get gift just because it’s in a silly cup. So, do you want it, or are you going to break your poor old Aunt Mildred’s heart"</span>.
Watching the puppy-dog style pout that Aunt Mildred is giving you, it’s clear that she’d very much like you to accept the gift and drink it. Considering your options, you surmise that you could either do that, drinking the mysterious yet delicious smell fluid from the childish plastic cup. Or, you could turn her down, stopping you from trying the wonderous juice, and also hurting the older woman’s feelings, albeit also avoiding the embarrassment of drinking from a cup meant for children. The choice is up to you, though you’ll obviously have to make your choice soon.
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[[Drink from the sippy cup|ABDL Trainer Juice Cup Comply][if($submission <= 97){$submission += 3;}else{$submission = 100;};]]
[[Decline drinking from the sippy cup|ABDL Trainer Juice Cup Resist][if($submission >= -97){$submission -= 3;}else{$submission = -100;};]]With a smile, you realize just how good the juice smells. There’s obviously no way you could ever turn down the opportunity to try it, even if you have to drink it from a silly glass. After all, <<if $femininity >=0>>it’s only covered in pink cartoon princesses<<else>>it’s only covered in blue cartoon superhero’s<</if>>. The little plastic spout at the top is kind of silly, but it’s still proportioned for adults, so it’s not like you’re only getting a child sized amount of juice. The decision made, you nod your head eagerly, <span class="player">"Yes please Aunt Mildred. It’s a very nice gift, thank you"</span>, your arms outstretched for her offering.
<span class="female">"Aww, that’s so sweet of you $firstName, of course you can have it, I brought it for you after all. I understand that the sippy cup isn’t the opportune way of having a drink, but it really is a very rare and hard to get juice, so I’m glad for your understanding. It would have been such a shame to let it go to waste. If you like it sweetheart, then maybe I can get you some more in the future. But, for now, you just go ahead and give it a taste, see if you like it"</span>, says your carer in a joyful yet still motherly tone, giving you a sweet kiss on your forehead as she pushes the aforementioned sippy cup into your outstretched hands.
Delighted, you take the plastic <<if $femininity >=0>>princess<<else>>superhero<</if>> cup, having to hold it in both hands due to its weight and girth. Guiding the small spout to your lips, you tip it back, getting only a small swig of the delectable drink due to the sippy cup’s design. As you hum in ecstacy, you can only think to describe the taste as heavenly, so unusual but wonderful is it. It’s certainly fruity, and sweet too, but other than that you can’t say, finding it somewhat like a fruit blend that was perfectly balanced.
A touch on your stomach jogs your senses, as the older woman begins to coo nothings whilst patting your tummy. However, entranced as you are, you do little other than luxuriate in the amazing beverage, for the briefest moments without a care in the world. <span class="female">"The way you’re humming sweetheart I guess that answers my question. It’s good to see you so happy, as much as you might not enjoy your time here, at the very least your Aunt Mildred cares about that. Plus, the way you hold onto your sippy cup is just adorable. You know, I heard that they restrict this stuff from most of the businesses within the facility, but a little birdie tells me that the Little Land Nursery has more of this stuff. In fact, I think they might have supplied the sippy cup too, though I think they have nice cups too if you were to go there in person"</span>.
Finally finishing the drink with a little burp, your face blushing crimson at as you realize just how babyish you must have looked drinking from a sippy cup while you have your tummy rubbed. Seeing that it’s empty, your carer takes it from your hands gently, giving you a quick hug and kiss goodnight before turning to leave. <span class="female">"I need to get this back to its owners, and all washed up too, but you don’t need to concern yourself with such matters dear. I’ll see you soon, and hopefully try and get you some more. But, for now I’ll just wish you goodnight, and hope that you have some nice dreams"</span>.
The older woman now left, you begin getting prepared for bed again, contentment filling your thoughts. You might have been a little embarrassed from drinking from the childish sippy cup, but it seems like Aunt Mildred was happy with your decision, offering to get you even more of the splendid substance in the future. Your stomach gurgling merrily, seemingly overjoyed with your decision, you try to settle yourself back down. It’s hard to know whether you’ve made the right decision, but you certainly know that you picked the option that involved delicious juice.<<if $incontinenceTreatment && $waterSportsPlay>><<set $incontinenceCountDown -= 2>><br><br>However, taking into account the situation with your incontinence chip, maybe filling up on wonderful beverage wasn't such a good idea, you think as you feel deep a sloshing pressure in your bladder region, the building need to urinate heavy in your thoughts. <</if>>
<<include [[ABDL Trainer End]]>>With a sigh, you realize that however good the juice smells, you just can’t push yourself to drink from such a childish cup. After all, <<if $femininity >=0>>it’s covered in pink cartoon princesses<<else>>it’s covered in blue cartoon superhero’s<</if>> yet still sized for adults, it was obviously designed to embarrass the user. At least turning down her gift will let you avoid the humiliation of trying to use it, but you worry that your refusal might upset the matronly figure who so thoughtfully brought it to you. The decision made, you shake your head, <span class="player">"Sorry Aunt Mildred. It’s a very nice gift, but I’m an adult, I can’t drink from such a babyish glass"</span>.
<span class="female">"Aww, it’s okay. I understand that the sippy cup isn’t the opportune way of having a drink, but it really is a very rare and hard to get juice. It just seems such a shame to let it go to waste. Maybe I’ll have to ask some of the other trainees if they’d like to try it out. I’m sorry to upset you sweetheart, I thought you’d be overjoyed by having something nice, but it seems I’ve just failed my little $firstName. I’ll talk to you later dear, I have to go now"</span>, says your carer in a slightly disappointed yet still motherly tone, giving you a sweet kiss on your forehead to say good bye as she leaves with the sippy cup in hand.
The older woman now left, you begin getting prepared for bed again, uncertainty filling your thoughts. You might have avoided the embarrassment of drinking from the sippy cup, but it seems like Aunt Mildred was rather upset about your refusal, leaving incredibly quickly once you’d turned her down. Your stomach gurgling grumpily, seemingly sad that it didn’t get to try out the amazing smelling beverage, you try to settle yourself back down. It’s hard to know whether you’ve made the right decision, but you certainly know that you picked the option that didn’t involve delicious juice.
<<include [[ABDL Trainer End]]>><<set $hypnoBearTrait = true>><<if $furniture.indexOf("Snuggly warm teddy bear") == -1>><<addToFurniture "Snuggly warm teddy bear">><</if>>As you begin preparing for bed, a knocking at your door disturbs your actions. Letting herself in, you see the familiar form of your caretaker Aunt Mildred. With greying hair and a prodigious set of breasts, the middle-aged woman is dressed in a long sleeved floor-length brown dress, an impeccably clean apron tied off in front of it. In her arms she carries before her a small and especially fuzzy looking teddy bear.
<span class= "female">"Hello dear. Just checking in, I hope that everything is going well with your training and work. I thought I’d bring you a little gift to cheer you up with, after all you might be around here for a while, so a few knick-knacks to make this place look a little more lived in should do you a world of good. Teddy bears are adorable, and they are a lot of fun to snuggle up to. Who knows sweetheart, it might even help you sleep better"</span>, explains the matronly woman in a cheery tone, her expression filled with kindly warmth towards you. Passing further into the room, she places what she carries upon one of your bed pillows, tucking the cute bear slightly under the covers.
A little confused by the gift but seeing it as obviously a kind gesture from your carer, you respond, <span class="player">"Thank you Aunt Mildred. It was nice of you to think of me by getting me that. Hopefully it didn’t cost you too much"</span>. As you thank the woman, you approach the gift yourself, taking a moment to inspect the extremely huggable looking soft toy that you’ve just been presented with.
<span class="female">"Don’t worry about me dear. I get extremely well paid by the facility and can certainly afford to spoil my dear $firstName. In fact, when I was looking for just the right teddy for you I asked around the facility. Seems there’s an adult nursery in the facility that has a whole massive selection of them. They really shop around for the best ones, so I was extremely happy for the advice. Hmmm, maybe if you really like your stuffed toy I got you then you could go over there and ask about where they get them. Collecting something nice like fluffy teddy bears could be a great hobby while you’re here"</span>, she explains, gesturing towards her gift to you.
Giving you a quick hug and a chaste motherly kiss to the forehead, Aunt Mildred begins to depart. <span class="female">"Sorry about this being such a quick visit dear, but I’ve really got to be going. The paperwork has built up so badly you wouldn’t believe. You get yourself a good night’s sleep, and if you’re feeling down or lonely then maybe give your new teddy a cuddle. See you later sweetheart"</span>.
The matronly carer now departed, you clamber up upon your large bed, pulling out the bear to give it a much greater examination than the cursory one you gave it a few minutes before. He’s very snuggly, and just a little warmer than you’d expect, though you can’t tell if that’s some sort of heating system or a result of the material it’s made of. The bear isn’t huge, only a foot or two in height, but it’s certainly big enough to cuddle as she suggested, it’s long luxurious fur feeling amazing to the touch.
<<if $submission >= 10>>Unable to resist giving it a quick hug to see just how good it feels, the idea heavy in your mind, you lie down upon your remarkably comfortable bed, pulling the cute teddy towards you. Wrapping your arms around him, everything just feels better already. Cuddling the warm and soft bear to your chest, you feel oddly protected, like he was some sort of childish security blanket. Catching you by surprise, you’re sure in your groggy state you hear a faint, <span class="neutral">"Good <<if $femininity >= 0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>>"</span>, emanating from deep within the bears fluffy confines, but tired as you are you can’t be sure.<<else>><<set $submission += 3>>You momentarily wonder about whether you should give the bear a quick hug, the idea heavy in your mind. However, you can’t push yourself to it, the thought of cuddling up to the teddy like some small child stopping you in your tracks, saddening you slightly as you still can’t help but to desire stroking his fluffy form. Catching you by surprise, you’re sure in your groggy state you hear a faint, <span class="neutral">"Bad <<if $femininity >= 0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>>"</span>, emanating from deep within the bears fluffy confines, but tired as you are you can’t be sure. Weirder, you find yourself feeling pretty bad for not cuddling up to the sweet gift.<</if>>
Your inspections of the gifted toy over, you begin getting prepared for bed again. It’s kind of nice that someone gave you something to try and cheer you up. For now though, sleep is a higher priority on your mind.
<<include [[ABDL Trainer End]]>><<addToWardrobe "Club B Promo Girl Bikini">>Having you follow him towards his VIP booth, the two girls giggling the whole time, he finally begins talking to you. <span class="male">"Ah, if it isn’t $firstName. I see you couldn’t resist coming and checking out my job offer. Well, I look after my own, so you’re in good hands as long as you know who’s boss. You figure that out, and you can ride my coat tails all to the top. I mean you’ll probably be sucking my cock, and fucking whoever I tell you to, but you’ll be doing it under my protection, and living in the lap of luxury. Which are better odds than what anyone else can offer you around here"</span>.
Guzzling down a drink one of his floozies give him, he snaps his fingers, nodding at the other one. Following his directions, his companion flounces over to a nearby table, bringing back a very small pile of cloth. Getting a closer look, you spot it as some sort of bikini set, the ‘Club B’ logo covering both the breast cups, and the front of the skimpy bikini bottoms. As she returns, she doesn’t pass the clothes to Tony, but instead passes them to you, leaving the small bundle in your hands.
<span class="male">"That’s for you darlin’. I’m not saying you have to wear it when you come here to work for me, but if you do then I’ll appreciate it a bunch. You get me?"</span>, says the greasy club owner, leering at you suggestively.
Looking you over appraisingly he adds, <span class="male">"<<if $vagina && $breastSize >= 3 && $femininity >= 30 && $assSize > 0 && $lipSize> 0>>I certainly have a lot of uses for you. Normally, I offer the dweebs that come in here as trainees a special trip in my bimbo chamber to make sure they’re worth something to me. Those that turn it down I offer some crappy bar work, just so I can keep them under my thumb. But, you’re alright. <<if $penis && $vagina>>Look, I ain't too happy about you sporting a dick, you'll probably scare off some of the customers, but you're a sexy broad with three holes to fuck, I'm willing to look past it at least. <</if>>Certainly hot enough for me to stick my cock in sometime. So, what I’m saying is, I can offer you some top rate work. Wear the bikini, serve some drinks, dance some cages, sit and look pretty with me, and you’ll be walking out of these work sessions with enough G.G.P to pay off whoever you need to do whatever. And trust me, money talks around here. Sound good enough an offer sweet cheeks?<<else>>Gah, you’re not the right fit for my fine establishment. I mean, I’d probably fuck you still, but you’d be wearing a bag over your head. So, how about this. In the back room, got this transformation chamber, will make you a hot big titted woman. I’ll let you take a ride in it for free, seeing as we’re friends. You come back after that then I have some decent paying work I can offer. Otherwise, you stay like this, then best I can offer you is some bar work, maybe some stock room time. Pay’s decent compared to other options, but you’ll be kicking yourself for not taking me up on using the chamber. <<if $penis>>I mean your cock would have to go before I’d have you working dance cages, nobody around here wants to see that thing spinning. <</if>><<if $breastSize < 3 && $breastSize > 0>>Those titties could use a good deal of growth, how are you going to get customers in with tiny tits, you think people want a flat chested sally serving them drinks? <<elseif $breastSize == 0>>You ain’t even got any titties, how are you going to get customers in without tits, do I have to think of everything around here? <</if>><<if $femininity < 30>> Plus, you’re not much to look at, customers want a feminine look, not whatever you’re going for there. <</if>><<if $assSize == 0>>Your ass is flat as a board, that’d need some work before I could dole out some decent work, guys need something to hold onto when they’re talking to you. <</if>><<if $lipSize == 0>> You’d need to get those lips sorted while we’re at it. Those tiny things aren’t going to get anyone’s blood pumping, you need blow-job lips, not wet fish lips doll. <</if>>So, what’d you say?<</if>>"</span>.
<<if $vagina && $breastSize >= 3 && $femininity >= 30 && $assSize > 0 && $lipSize> 0>>Do you:
[[Choose the well-paying promo girl job|Club B Job Bimbo Main]]
<<if $bimboSkill > 0>><span class="bimbo">Why would you want to work a boring job when you could be doing something funner?</span><<else>>[[Choose the poorer paying bar work|Club B Job Not Bimbo Main]]<</if>>
<<else>>Do you:
[[Accept his offer to use the transformation chamber|Club B Job Transformation Bimbo Start]]
<<if $bimboSkill > 0>><span class="bimbo">Why would you want to work a boring job when you could be being made prettier?</span><<else>>[[Choose the poorer paying bar work|Club B Job Not Bimbo Main]]<</if>>
<</if>><<if $upkeepCountdown == 0 >><<set $upkeepCountdown = 4>><<set $upkeep += 100>><br><br>As you’re getting ready, Alice chimes in again, <span class="neutral">"Hello $firstName, it has come to my attention that you are in need of another increase in your daily upkeep costs as part of your continued motivational impetus. Your daily upkeep has been increased by 100 G.G.P, and is now <<if $upkeep <0>>0<<else>>$upkeep<</if>> G.G.P. If you would like to lodge a complaint, the admin department would be happy to hear your futile annoyance. Thank you and have a good day"</span>. Having heard you’ll need to make even more money to stay in the facility, you can’t help but <<if $submission >25>>smile as you look forward to all the fun tasks you'll need to undertake to pay back the facility for looking after you.<<else>>groan at yet another problem that you'll have to manage, extra upkeep means either more work or worse work.<</if>><<elseif $upkeepCountdown == -1 >><<set $upkeepCountdown = 4>><br><br> As you’re getting ready, Alice chimes in once more, <span class="neutral">"Hello $firstName, it has come to my attention that you are in need of additional motivational measures to ensure that you speedily comply with our mandated improvement program. This matter has been flagged either due to your perceived low market value or credited laziness by an assessor. Note that from this point on, approximately every five days you will be levied an increased upkeep cost of 100 G.G.P in an attempt to ensure that you use you time here fruitfully. If you would like to lodge a complaint, the admin department would be happy to hear your futile annoyance. Thank you and have a good day"</span>.
Having heard you’ll need to make even more money to stay in the facility, you can’t help but <<if $submission >25>>accept the decision, know that there’s nothing you can do about it.<<else>>feel irritation bubble up within you, the insults aimed at you still irking you. <span class="player">"There’s got to be some misunderstanding. You have to undo this"</span>, you grumble at Alice, however, the AI just ignores you, actively humming to drown out your complaints until you give up.<</if>><<else >><<set $upkeepCountdown -= 1>><</if>><<set $hannahDiaperChecks +=1>>As you pass through one of the many corridors within the facility, on your way to your destination, you suddenly hear a familiar mocking giggle behind you. Turning with a start, you see to your dismay the cruel trainee Hannah who previously appointed herself your ‘big sister’, her pink hoodie and yoga pants combination exactly the same as you saw in the requisition list during your induction to the facility. Overall, she’s pretty cute, in a mean girl sort of way, her pouty full lips and pulled back dark brunette ponytail making her look quite menacing despite her relatively small height.
<span class ="female">"There you are $firstName. <<if $hannahMood == 0>>How’s my bratty baby little <<if $femininity >=0>>sister<<else>>brother<</if>> doing? I bet you’ve been going around whining and complaining about everything. You’re such a cry-baby, and so naughty too! I don’t know how you’d ever manage without a caring big sister to look out for you. You’d probably be sitting around in a used diaper, stinking up the place for all the hardworking adults in the facility.<<elseif $hannahMood == 1>>How’s my dumb baby little <<if $femininity >=0>>sister<<else>>brother<</if>> doing? I bet you couldn’t wait to see your lovely big sis again, could you? I don’t know how you’d ever manage without an older sister like me to look out for you. You’d probably get into all sorts of trouble, and that’s not even mentioning the state of your diaper.<<elseif $hannahMood == 2>> How’s my sweet little <<if $femininity >=0>>sister<<else>>brother<</if>> doing? I bet you’ve been missing me since we last met. Oh, you’re so cute every now and then, makes me feel a little bad about being mean to you sometimes … but only sometimes. I don’t know how you’d ever manage without an older sister like me to look out for you. You’d have no idea what to do, and who’d change your dirty little diapers?<</if>> Anyway, big sis is here to check your diaper out to make sure you’re not in need of a change. And, if you’re not wearing one then I’m going to really really cross with you!"</span>, explains the girl in a condescending tone, her posture and attitude making it very clear that she thinks she’s the one in charge.
Not sure what else to do, knowing that she’ll just resort back to blackmail if you don’t do what she says, you answer quietly, <span class="player">"Okay"</span>. Waiting for her inspections.
Approaching you, she quickly begins patting you down, <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>parting you $currentClothing to give her better access to check for your diaper<<else>>having no clothes in her way to block her from checking for your diaper<</if>>. <<if $currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">>Noting your $currentUnderwear, she jumps with joy at her find. Giggling, Hannah tells you, <span class="female">"You did it! You’re still wearing your diapers for your big sis! I’m super impressed that you actually kept up with them. You obviously didn’t want to disappoint me. Now big sis has just gotta give you a good pat on your little diaper to make sure it’s all clean"</span>.
<<if ($diaperWettingPlay && $diaperMessCounter >= 1) || ($diaperMessingPlay && $diaperWetCounter >= 1)>>Giving your diaper a rather hefty smack as she runs her hand across its soft puffy exterior, you hear a loud squelch as your accumulated accidents squish up against you. Her face lighting up once more with glee, she giggles in a faux sweet tone, <span class="female">"Oh dear, did someone have a little accident? Or, maybe a few? This thing looks pretty full! I guess I really do have to do everything for you, I’m just such a kind big sister like that. I think I’ve got the stuff in my bag to help you, so I’m going to be nice and get you all cleaned up down there. Aren’t I just the best?"</span>.
From her expectant look, you get that she’s looking for an answer, and seeing no way out of your current predicament, you can do little more than meekly acquiesce to her commands. Letting out a small, <span class="player">"Yes Hannah"</span>, much to her continued delight, you [[await her next move|Travel To ABDL Hannah Diaper Change]].<<else>>Giving your diaper a rather hefty smack as she runs her hand across its soft puffy exterior, you hear nothing but a hushed crinkling sound. Her face turning into a slight pout, obviously disappointed that she’s not going to get the chance to further humiliate you today, she sighs, <span class="female">"Oh well. Guess you must have gotten yourself a change recently, because I can’t believe that my cute little <<if $femininity >=0>>sister<<else>>brother<</if>> has the sort of adult control to not need them. No fun for Hannah today it seems. Guess you can go then. Humhf! Oh, but er … you better give your big sis a big thank you kiss before you leave. Wouldn’t want me to think you’re ungrateful, would you? "</span>.
From her expectant look, you get what she’s expecting of you, her chance of finding an excuse for embarrassing you gone, she’s looking for any excuse to punish and humiliate you. Letting out a small sigh of your own, you answer quietly, <span class="player">"Yes Hannah, thank you for checking my diaper"</span>, delivering a brief kiss to her cheek, much to her delight.
<<if $hannahDiaperChecks <3>><span class="female">"That was good enough I suppose. You can go now"</span>, she replies, some of her cheeriness resumed after teasing you into thanking her. Not wanting to give her any more time to think up excuses, you quickly depart, continuing your previous travels.
<<include [[Travel To End]]>><<elseif !visited("Travel To ABDL Hannah Happy Humiliate")>><span class="female">"That was … okay I suppose. But I’m still a little bored, so I think I’m going to take you off to show my friends. It’ll only be quick though, if you behave that is"</span>, she replies, her cheeriness resumed after deciding she still wants to torment you some more. Not wanting to give her any more reason to mistreat you, you nod nervously, [[following on behind her as she wanders off|Travel To ABDL Hannah Happy Humiliate Start]].<<else>><<set $random = random(1,2)>><<if $random == 1>><span class="female">"That was … okay I suppose. But I’m still a little bored, so I think I’m going to take you off to show my friends. It’ll only be quick though, if you behave that is"</span>, she replies, her cheeriness resumed after deciding she still wants to torment you some more. Not wanting to give her any more reason to mistreat you, you nod nervously, [[following on behind her as she wanders off|Travel To ABDL Hannah Happy Humiliate Start]].<<else>><span class="female">"That was good enough I suppose. You can go now"</span>, she replies, some of her cheeriness resumed after teasing you into thanking her. Not wanting to give her any more time to think up excuses, you quickly depart, continuing your previous travels.
<<include [[Travel To End]]>><</if>><</if>><</if>><<else>>Noting your <<if $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>$currentUnderwear<<else>>lack of underwear<</if>>, she jumps with joy at her find. Tutting, but with a sizable grin on her face, Hannah tells you, <span class="female">"That’s really naughty of you! I, your lovely and lovable big sis told you to wear a diaper from now on, and you think to ignore that. Well, someone is in for some serious punishment, and as your caring and protective older sister, it falls upon me to make sure that you’re properly educated. Babies can’t be allowed to run around without their diapers on. Can they?"</span>.
From her expectant smirk, you get what she’s expecting of you, wanting you to grovel and apologise for your diaper-less state, showing her that she’s the one in charge. Letting out a small <<if $submission >= 10 >>,<span class="player">"Eeep!"</span> ,<<else>>sigh<</if>>, you answer quietly, <span class="player">"No Hannah"</span>, worrying about what’s going to come next.
<span class="female">"Hmmm, well it seems like you know your place at least. After all I’m just looking out for you. I bet there’s tons of other trainees who’d love to have someone like me taking care of them. Thankfully, you’re the one who’s got me, which means you get to be the recipient of all my special attention. Now, you seem to understand the rules, but you broke them like the naughty little kid you are, so I guess I’m going to have to punish you. But what to do, what to do? I mean it’ll have to be something really humiliating so that you don’t try and ignore me again, but what would be suitable payback?"</span>, she replies, stroking her chin in mock thoughtfulness.
<<if !visited("Travel To ABDL Hannah Spanking")>>A big grin spreading across her face, [[she begins to round on you|Travel To ABDL Hannah Spanking]].<<elseif !visited("Travel To ABDL Hannah Humiliating Spanking")>>A big grin spreading across her face, [[she begins to round on you|Travel To ABDL Hannah Humiliating Spanking]].<<else>><<set $random = random(1,2)>><<if $random == 1>>A big grin spreading across her face, [[she begins to round on you|Travel To ABDL Hannah Spanking]].<<else>>A big grin spreading across her face, [[she begins to round on you|Travel To ABDL Hannah Humiliating Spanking]].<</if>><</if>><</if>><<if $hannahMood <2>><<set $hannahMood += 1>><</if>>Her hands landing upon your shoulders, she presses down <<if $hannahMood == 1>>insistently<<else>>gently but insistently<</if>>, your knees resting uncomfortably upon the cold floor. <span class="female">"Yay! This is going to be so much fun, just like playing with dolls when I was younger. Maybe the facility will even give me a job cleaning up after all your accidents, you know, once they see how good I am at taking care of you. It’s gotta be a full-time job, dealing with your stink bum that is. So, you need to lie down now, so that I can clean those gross toilet-time’s of yours up"</span>. Thankfully there’s no-one around to witness her brash comments, but that does little to help deal with how embarrassing it is to be treat like a young kid by the mean trainee.
Back pressed against the rough flooring, the warmth seeping from your form causing you to shiver slightly, you nervously await the upcoming diaper change from Hannah. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>Seeing that you're clothed, the cruel brunette descends on you like a rabid hyena, divesting you of your $currentClothing as she leaves it strewn across the public thoroughfare. <</if>>. Delight evident in her eyes at having you so thoroughly compromised, she oddly takes a moment to caress your <<checkSkin>> form, her hand roaming exploratorily as she bites her lip.
<<if $diaperMessingPlay && $diaperMessCounter >0>><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/DiaperChangeMessy.png]]</div><<else>><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/DiaperChangeWet.png]]</div><</if>>
Placing her over the shoulder bag to one side, she begins undoing the bindings on your diaper, revealing within your <<if $penis>>flaccid cock, traitorously hardening under the ongoing humiliations<<else>>pretty pussy, traitorously wetting itself with need under the ongoing humiliations<</if>>, now fully on display to your tormentor.
Smirking at the sight of you fully naked before her, your <<if $penis && $vagina>>cock and pussy<<elseif $penis>>cock<<else>>pussy<</if>> reacting to her actions, Hannah laughs out in amusement. <span class="female">"Didn’t expect that at all. Guess you really do like me after all, despite all the quiet grumbling. But, seeing as I’m your big sis, that makes it all a little gross. Like, I’m practically family, and so much more refined that a little baby who can’t help but use their diaper. But, it is kind of complimentary, in a way where you’re a dirty little perv. Not enough time for that talk though, we have to get you out of that horrible smelling diaper first"</span>, she calls out loudly, so much so that you worry someone might hear despite the current emptiness of the corridor. As she does, she begins to pinch her nose mockingly, making exaggerated swipes at the air in her attempts to further humiliate you.
You begin to <<if $submission <10>>try and make a complaint<<else>>get on the borders of crying<</if>>, her taunts getting increasingly mean, however, the withering look she gives you in response quickly ends those thoughts. Trying to cover up your indiscretion, you let out a quiet, <span class="player">"Sorry Hannah"</span>, not wanting to make her any more annoyed at such a critical moment.
Tentatively picking up your soiled $currentUnderwear with a loud, <span class="female">"Ewww!"</span>, she proceeds to throw it hap haphazardly to one side, leaving it as a problem for some poor unsuspecting person to deal with later. Removing a fresh $currentUnderwear, a box of wipes and a shaker of diaper powder, from her bag, she decides to place them on the floor next to you, ready for use.
Starting her self-appointed task of changing your diaper, she firstly cleans your <<if $penis && $vagina>>penis, vagina and ass<<elseif $penis>>penis and ass<<else>>vagina and ass<</if>>, wiping them roughly with a wipe, all the time giggling. She takes no notice of your discomfort at her overly-vigorous actions, treating you more like a toy doll than a person. Once she's decided that you have been thoroughly cleaned up, she begins to spread a thick coat of baby powder across your crotch and ass, the billowing white cloud so expansive that it causes you to cough and splutter in response.
<<set $diaperMessCounter = 0>><<set $diaperWetCounter = 0>>Manhandling you, she rolls you back until she can slip the new $currentUnderwear beneath you. Taking one last opportunity to deliver a sharp spank to your defenceless bare bottom, Hannah begins to tape you into your fresh clean diaper, a clearly mirthful mood crossing the mean girl. Taking one las moment to appreciate the view, she cheerily calls out, <span class="female">"All done! <<if $hannahMood == 1>>Don’t you feel so much better now that you stink slightly less?<<else>>Don’t you feel so much better since your kind sis helped you out of that old diaper?<</if>>"</span>.
Nodding along with her words, just wanting it all to be over, you watch Hannah’s face for her reaction. <<if $hannahMood == 1>>Seemingly happy with the response, she begins packing up her bag, practically ignoring you no. <span class="female">"Okay, you can go now $firstName. Just remember, your big sis doesn’t like it when don’t do what she says, so you better be wearing your diaper again next time I see you. Also, she really doesn’t like people who complain about her, so don’t say anything mean about me or you’ll regret it. Now scram you stink-butt"</span>, gesturing for you leave, and giving you no help in getting up, leaving you to pick yourself up.<<else>>Seemingly happy with the response, she moves over to help you up before she begins packing up her bag, dusting you off from the minor detritus from the ground. <span class="female">"Super cute! You can go now $firstName, you’ve been really well behaved for your big sis, so I’m happy. Just remember, your big sis needs you to wear your diaper for her, so I better not see you out of it or I’ll get cross. Now, come and give me a big hug goodbye diaper-butt. You know, before I leave"</span>, gesturing for you to embrace her, and giving you little choice in refusing her affections.<</if>>
Making a hasty retreat, Hannah leaves you where you stand. Your used diaper sitting messily to one side, waiting for a cleaner to deal with, you quickly get yourself ready to go yourself, not wanting to be caught here. Taking a deep breath to center yourself, you wonder if there might be some way to get her to stop, or possibly even someone who could help you deal with the mean brunette. Then again, maybe she wasn’t too bad when she’s just changing your diapers?
<<include [[Travel To End]]>><<if $hannahMood >0>><<set $hannahMood -= 1>><</if>>Taking you firmly in hand, the cruel brunette insistently leads you away, her vindictive grin seemingly permanently affixed to her face. Pulled along roughly, you hear her gloat, <span class="female">"<<if $hannahMood == 0>>Such a badly behaved little baby. Not wearing <<if $femininity >=0>>her<<else>>his<</if>> diaper, my precious ickle <<if $femininity >=0>>sis<<else>>bro<</if>> is clearly acting out for attention. Only big kids and brats take off their diapers, and you’re certainly not a big kid so I guess that makes you a brat. Well, sweet Hannah is going to show you how brats get treated by giving you a spanking session you’ll remember for days. At least, you’ll remember it every time you try to sit down. Maybe then you’ll wear those padded undies, even if it’s just to make your poor tush feel less sore. Now I hope you’re going to be apologetic for being so naughty<<else>>I thought I expected better of you $firstName. That maybe you’d learned your place already. Not wearing <<if $femininity >=0>>her<<else>>his<</if>> diaper, my precious little <<if $femininity >=0>>sister<<else>>brother<</if>> is obviously trying their hand at being naughty. Well, only big kids and brats take off their diapers, and you’re certainly not a big kid so I guess that means I’ll have to treat you like a brat. Now, your big sister Hannah is going to make sure you’re a good little baby by giving you a spanking session you’ll remember for days. At least, you’ll remember it every time you try to sit down. Maybe then you’ll make sure to wear those padded undies, for me. Now I hope you’re going to be apologetic for being so naughty<</if>>"</span>.
<<if $submission >= 0>>Squeaking a worried, <span class="player">"Sorry Hannah"</span>, in response, you hope that your compliance will soften your mean ‘big sister’, even if it’s just slightly. Of course, you know better than to truly expect any mercy from Hannah.<<else>>Grunting a rushed, <span class="player">"I’m not apologising"</span>, in response to your mean ‘big sister’, being pulled slightly off your feet in the process by her rapid pace. Of course, you know that regardless of what you answer, you can’t truly expect any mercy from Hannah. That said, maybe antagonising her isn’t the best decision you’ve ever made.<</if>>
Laughing at your response and picking up the pace, Hannah eventually pulls you over to a bench in a thankfully secluded area of the facility. Slightly relieved, you realise that someone could still see your upcoming spanking, which sets your nerves on edge, but at least there will likely only be a few people who see your humiliation.
Unceremoniously dragged across her lap, you can’t help but let out a surprised yelp, your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> boobs<</if>> pressed uncomfortably against the bench. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>Not giving you time to recover, with some precision, as if she’s practiced these efforts before, Hannah parts and rearranged your $currentClothing, giving her unimpeded access to your behind.<<else>>Not giving you time to recover, she runs her hands down your distracted form, seemingly appreciative of your lack of clothing.<</if>> As your <<checkAss>> bottom, clad in <<if $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>your $currentUnderwear<<else>>nothing, completely bare to the world,<</if>> waves temptingly in the air, about to receive its just reward, you’re sure you faintly hear a distinct murmur of genuine joy.
<span class="female">"Now, I’m a very loving and caring big sister, but you’re definitely in need of a severe punishment for disobeying me. So, I’m thinking that 20 spanks should be enough … for now. I bet you’re going to be so sore. You’ll probably be thinking about this all day, this is so great. I’m going to make sure they’re extra stingy so that you remember your lesson and don’t have to get punished again, which is really nice of me. Right?"</span>, explains Hannah rhetorically, savouring the moment as she pins you with one delicate arm to her lap. Without giving you too much time to let things set in, she immediately starts.
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
Strike after strike rains down, merciless and unyielding. The first strikes aren’t too painful, but the building soreness caused by them, especially with Hannah trying to outdo herself with each one, begins to sting uncomfortably. As she continues, your bum aches from the ferocity of the strikes, the mean trainee making sure to strike the spots again and again to compound your pain and discomfort.
Still, as the punishment proceeds things only get worse. The loud sound of your poor behind being punished rings heavily in your ears, and a reactionary heat now flows through each cheek, leaving you off-balance and confused, your world a stinging torrent of smacks. But truly worst of all, the continued pain and humiliation is making you incredibly aroused. Beneath you, your <<if $penis>>cock is rock hard and drooling pre-cum<<else>>cunt is drooling wet<</if>>, threatening to dribble over Hannah’s yoga pants, the result of which you don’t want to even think of. <<if $submission >0>>Unable to maintain your composure, you kick your legs and cry, wailing for mercy which is not forthcoming. Your tear and snot streaked face contorting on every painful contact.<<else>>You just about manage to maintain your composure, not wanting to give the mean girl the satisfaction of seeing you cry from your punishment. Sweat beads on your brow as you resist with all your might to not cry out from the painful contact.<</if>>
Giving your heavily tenderized bottom a quick squeeze, Hannah giggles, <span class="female">"All done! Though, I was tempted a couple of times to add some extra spanks. You’re a brat and a squirmer you know. But, I decided that you were compliant enough that I’ll let them slide … this time. Still, you better behave yourself from now on. That means you got to wear your diaper like a good little baby, or else big sis Hannah will have to think up even bigger punishments for you. Then again maybe it could be fun if you do keep acting up, I bet I could find a cute little outfit for you to show off to everyone, or I could give you a spanking in front of a crowd. I have worse ideas too, but those will take some work, and I don’t want to spoil them. For now though, I think you can go. But, not before you give me a big thankyou hug goodbye"</span>, the girl helping you off her lap, thankfully this time does not notice your arousal, too wrapped up in her energetic gloating.
Your bum throbbing with ache, likely red and swollen from its mistreatment, you tentatively stand up, letting out a small pained sigh. Knowing there isn’t any escape, you give the girl her hug, hoping that will end things for now, which is to your joy the case. Making a hasty retreat, Hannah leaves you where you stand. Pain and heat still radiating from your behind, you take a deep breath to center yourself, wondering if there might be some way to get her to stop, or possibly even someone who could help you deal with the mean brunette. Then again, maybe you’re kind of getting attached to the mean girls attention?
<<include [[Travel To End]]>>As you begin preparing for bed, a knocking at your door disturbs your actions. Letting herself in, you see the familiar form of your caretaker Aunt Mildred. With greying hair and a prodigious set of breasts, the middle-aged woman is dressed in a long sleeved floor-length brown dress, an impeccably clean apron tied off in front of it.
<span class= "female">"Hello dear. I can’t stay long, just checking in. I hope that everything is going well with your training and work. I just thought I should come and see you, give you a big goodnight kiss from your Aunt Mildred, so you know that someone is thinking of you"</span>, explains the matronly woman in a cheery tone, her expression filled with kindly warmth towards you. Passing further into the room, she takes a moment to straighten out your covers, fluffing your pillows in a surprisingly motherly gesture.
A little confused by her visit you respond, <span class="player">"Thank you Aunt Mildred. It’s nice that you’ve come to wish me a goodnight"</span>. As you thank the woman, you continue to watch on as she moves things about, and just generally tidies up your room a bit. From the look on her face, you gather her actions are mostly instinctual, an inbuilt need to keep everything in order.
<span class="female">"That’s very sweet of you to say dear. You really are very adorable. Sorry for getting distracted there, the cleaners are good, but they have a habit of missing the little things that make a room feel like home. Now, lets give you that goodnight kiss"</span>, she explains, closing in on you.
Giving you a quick hug and a chaste motherly kiss to the forehead, Aunt Mildred begins to depart. <span class="female">"Sorry about this being such a quick visit dear, but I’ve really got to be going. The paperwork has built up so badly you wouldn’t believe. You get yourself a good night’s sleep, and if you’re ever feeling down or lonely then remember that I’ll be back around before too long. Though, if you’re in a rush to talk to me you could probably talk to the people over at the Little Land Nursery, they have me stationed nearby, so it’s the easiest place to mention. Anyway, see you later sweetheart"</span>.
The older woman now left, you begin getting prepared for bed again, feeling kind of happy about her visit. It’s oddly nice to know that someone is thinking about you, and she did go to the efforts of straightening out your room and fluffing your pillows. Taking a moment to relax, you get back to readying yourself for sleep.
<<include [[ABDL Trainer End]]>>As you begin preparing for bed, washing up in the dormitory bathrooms, a sudden presence disturbs your actions. Approaching you, you see the familiar form of your caretaker Aunt Mildred. With greying hair and a prodigious set of breasts, the middle-aged woman is dressed in a long sleeved floor-length brown dress, an impeccably clean apron tied off in front of it. Her arm shielding her eyes.
<span class= "female">"Hello dear. Don’t worry, I’m not looking at anything. Though I’ve seen it all before. I can’t stay long, just checking in, but I saw you weren’t in your room, so I thought I’d come and check to make sure you were okay. I hope that everything is going well with your training and work. I was just coming to see you to give you a big goodnight kiss from your Aunt Mildred, so you know that someone is thinking of you"</span>, explains the matronly woman in a cheery tone, her slightly arm obscured expression filled with kindly warmth towards you as she actively avoids spotting you, not that you’re in a compromising circumstance that really needs such action.
A little confused by her visit you respond, <span class="player">"Thank you Aunt Mildred. It’s nice that you’ve come to wish me a goodnight, but I’m kind of in the bathroom"</span>. As you offer your slightly unsure thanks to the woman, you watch on as she waves off the end of your comment, obviously amused.
<span class="female">"That’s very sweet of you to say thank you dear. But you need not worry about the whole seeing you in the bathroom issue. I’m doing my best to not look, and I’m allowed to be here. Also, I wouldn’t like to be left worrying that something awful had happened to you by not finding you, so this is by far the best solution. Now, let’s give you that goodnight kiss"</span>, she explains, finally lowering her arm to look at you as she closes in forward.
Giving you a quick hug and a chaste motherly kiss to the forehead, Aunt Mildred begins to depart from the shared shower block. <span class="female">"Sorry about this being such a quick visit dear, but I’ve really got to be going. The paperwork has built up so badly you wouldn’t believe, and you’re obviously busy. You get yourself a good night’s sleep, and if you’re ever feeling down or lonely then remember that I’ll be back around before too long. Though, if you’re in a rush to talk to me you could probably talk to the people over at the Little Land Nursery, they have me stationed nearby, so it’s the easiest place to mention. Anyway, see you later sweetheart"</span>.
The older woman now left, you go back to your business, cleaning your face and brushing your teeth, feeling kind of happy about her visit in an odd way. It’s kind of nice to know that someone is thinking about you, and worried about you enough that she’d come looking for you. Taking a moment to relax, you get back to readying yourself for bed.
<<include [[ABDL Trainer End]]>><<set $ggp -= 100>>Finally arriving at your destination, you find yourself in a vast room. Bare except for rows and rows of dildo mounted sex devices and a large mat containing an open chest of sex toys. A wide array of women and even a few men are scattered across the room, anally servicing the various devices. On the mat, a gaggle of girls sit, playing with dildos and butt plugs, lubing up each others ass holes as they try to insert ever larger objects into their rears. A screen next to the door lights up with the avatar of Alice. <span class="neutral">"Thank you for selecting to refine your anal sex skills. 100 G.G.P has been removed from your account, please wait whilst I determine the best possible training regime for your needs"</span>, her monotone voice chimes. <<if $analSexSkill == 3>><span class="neutral">"Your anal sex ability is already perfect, training defaults to maintaining current skill level"</span>, the AI continues after a moment pause. <</if>><<if $currentClothing != "Naked" || $currentUnderwear !="Naked">><br><br><span class="neutral">"You will also need to be completely nude for this training session. Please remove all clothing and place it in the corresponding locker by the door"</span>, adds the AI officiously, a nearby locker lighting up to indicate where your possessions need to go. Following her directions, <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<</if>>, placing everything in the offered locker before returning to the AI’s console.<</if>>
<<if $analSexSkill == 0>><<include [[Anal Training Trained]]>><<elseif $analSexSkill == 1>><<include [[Anal Training Expert]]>><<elseif $analSexSkill == 2>><<include [[Anal Training Master]]>><<else>><<set $random = random(1,3)>><<if $random == 1>><<include [[Anal Training Extra 1]]>><<elseif $random == 2>><<include [[Anal Training Extra 2]]>><<elseif $random == 3>><<include [[Anal Training Extra 3]]>><</if>><</if>>
With your training complete you clean up and <a data-passage="Travel Back">travel back to your room</a>.<<set $analSexSkill += 1>><<set $timesAnallyFucked += 3>><span class="neutral">"Basic anal sex training selected, please proceed to the play mat and become accustomed to the anal toy collection. Lubrication is both available and recommended"</span>, the AI continues after a moment pause.
Your training orders received, you head across to the mat, walking straight to the assorted collection of sex toys. Looking into the chest you see, piled high, a wide range of brightly coloured plastic and rubber toys. Separated down the middle, the first half seems to be comprised of objects, most of which are shaped like cocks, though some of them are too large or misshapen for you to think of them as dicks, at least not human ones. The second half, however, is instead filled with a variety of, mostly girthy, butt plugs and other anal toys, including a few large metal ball-tipped hooks. Beside all of this sits a small cart with a large liquid tank, labelled clearly across the side as the, <span class="neutral">"Lubrication Station"</span>.
Selecting from the box the smallest black rubber plug, only about three fingers wide at its girthiest spot, you shudder a little in anticipation, knowing where it’s soon about to go. Your prize now in hand, you take a small detour to lubricate it up with a thick yet slippery clear gel from the cart, before you walk around the mat looking for a free spot. Deciding eventually to sit between a brunette and blonde, each with their own pile of toys in front of them, you watch on as they giggle, each grabbing a large dildo in hand. Suddenly and with great finesse, they flip over into a kneeling position, their joy-filled faces pressed against the floor. Now properly positioned, you gaze on in embarrassed fascination as they ram the bulbous toys straight into their already gaping rear passages, lewd squelches accompanying sounding out as their dildos sink deeply within them.
Taking your own plug in hand you slowly run your hand over it, making sure that it’s properly coated in the viscous lube, whilst also getting used to its size and heft. Striking a similar doggy-style-like pose on the shockingly comfortable mat, your knees sinking slightly into it, you rest your own cheek against its cool surface. One hand holding the plug, and your other delicately pulling apart your <<checkAss>> bum cheeks to give you better access, you gulp slightly as you ready yourself to make the plunge, so to speak.
<span class="female">"Do you want a hand?"</span>, you hear from the blonde beside you, <span class="female">"They can sometimes be pretty tricky to get in the first time. You really have to tease your ass hole a little if you want to get it in without it stinging. Could probably do with trying with a couple of fingers first too. It makes it much easier to work up to the plug, and you’ll be able to spread a little lube in there to help as well"</span>.
Looking over at the girl, still in her submissive position beside you, you take a moment to think matters over. <<if $sexualPreference != 2>>Nodding happily, you watch her eyes light up as she gets up, gesturing to the brunette on the other side of you. As they walk away, heading purposely in front of you, you manage to just about stifle your own laughter as you notice that their own, at least foot-long dildos are still hanging out of their behinds, swinging slightly behind them in a way that reminds you of cat tails.
<span class="female">"We’re back!"</span>, laughs the brunette, <span class="female">"And we bring gifts too!"</span>, depositing another large pile of toys before you. To your shock some of them seem much larger than you’d want to try, though you get the feeling that the girls might be pranking you with those going by the stifled giggles they offer when you spot them.
Listening on to the continuing advice they give, you jump a little as a wet sensation begins tracing circles around your anus. You guess that it’s likely the blonde, as the brunette is lying down before you, smiling encouragingly and taking one of your hands in hers with a quick squeeze. Slowly and carefully starting her entry with just one finger first at first, your helper begins to slowly push through into your rear passage. Your bum is thankfully pleasantly yielding, but there is a minor burning sensation as the lubed-up digit pushes through your sphincter, though the cool gel soothes it almost immediately. It feels kind of weird to be filled back there, but your <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> cock and pussy are<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock is<<else>>pussy is<</if>> certainly appreciative, fluttering with budding need.
And so, you all carry on. The two girls taking turns to slowly work their fingers in and out of your rear, eventually trying with a second one to help stretch you out further. After all the work up, the plug you originally gathered, only three fingers wide at its girthiest spot, is surprisingly easy to insert, the lube doing wonders to soothe any ache it would have caused. It’s a strange sensation, being so full, but following advice from your helpers you get up and take a little walk, accustoming yourself to the new weight and bulk within you.<<else>>Shaking your head, not wanting to have the girls ‘help’ you with your anal training, you watch as the blonde girl looks a little sad.
<span class="female">"Okay. But, you could probably do with some advice still"</span>, offers the brunette from the other side of you. <span class="female">"You’ll really want to take things slowly. Properly stretching yourself out before doing butt-stuff is important. Though, the treatment well all got coming in here really does help things out a lot. You can certainly do anal without it, it’s just better for you if you’re properly prepared first"</span>.
Listening on to the continuing advice, you resume your previous actions, taking the hint to slowly and carefully start your entry with one of your fingers first. Your bum is thankfully pleasantly yielding, but there is a little burning sensation as your un-lubed finger pushes through your sphincter. It feels kind of weird to fill yourself back there, but your <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> cock and pussy are<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock is<<else>>pussy is<</if>> certainly appreciative, fluttering with budding need.
And so, you carry on. Slowly working your finger in and out of your rear, eventually adding a second one to help stretch you out further. After all the work up, the plug, only three fingers wide at its girthiest spot, is surprisingly easy to insert, the lube doing wonders to soothe the ache it causes. It’s a strange sensation, being so full, but following some advice from your neighbours you get up and take a little walk, accustoming yourself to the new weight and bulk within you.<</if>>
Thanks to the advice from the two experts in the anal arts, you find you quickly start to get more used to anal intrusions. By the end of your allotted time you've tried out a number of smaller dildos and plugs of various shapes, your bottom now significantly better at taking them in without issue. In fact, after all the usage your anus gapes slightly for a few minutes, winking open and closed as you wait for it to return to normal.<<set $analSexSkill += 1>><<set $timesAnallyFucked += 5>><span class="neutral">"Intermediate anal sex training selected, please proceed to machine number <<set $random = random(1,100)>>$random"</span>, the AI continues after a moment pause.
Your training orders received, you head across to the directed machine, observing it’s a motorised dildo with a kneeling pad on the floor in front of it. <span class="neutral">"Please kneel on the kneeling pad facing away from the dildo so that I can start the training procedure"</span>, intones the monotone voice of Alice, catching you by surprise as you can’t see any terminals nearby. <span class="neutral">"My voice is being transmitted through the machine $firstName, I can see you through a camera in the training device. With me talking to you as I operate the machine, it is almost like I am your sexual partner. This may help relax you and aid in your training"</span>, continues the AI.
Your current questions answered, you kneel down on the pad, ready to undertake the training you’ve paid for. The pad is soft beneath you, sinking slightly as your weight indents it. <span class="neutral">"Align yourself with the dildo and spread your buttocks in preparation for anal penetration"</span>, continues your AI teacher. Following the directions given, you pull apart your <<checkAss>> bum cheeks, ready to practice your anal sex skills.
The dildo slowly makes its way forwards, gently yet insistently penetrating your anal ring, before making its languid retreat, its surface slippery with a generous coating of lube. For a while this is repeated, the dildo increasing in speed slowly, each time penetrating you slightly deeper, but never pushing too hard or too fast for you to cope with. It aches a little, but that’s to be expected when stretching yourself out, the pain soothed thanks to the copious cool lubricating gel. <span class="neutral">"This is good $firstName. You are making me feel great. Training increase initiated"</span>, states your AI companion. Strangely, you’re almost sure you heard a note of emotion in that monotone voice, weird.
Almost immediately the dildo picks up in speed, pressing forward into your ass much deeper than previously. You moan slightly as the motorised cock bottoms out on you, making you feel incredibly full. It feels kind of unusual to be filled back there in such a manner, but your <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> cock and pussy are<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock is<<else>>pussy is<</if>> certainly appreciative, coursing with arousal beneath you.
<span class="neutral">"You need to bear down on the dildo as it enters you. It will help supress the ache and will allow you handle even bigger insertions"</span>, directs Alice, helpfully. Heeding the advice, next time the dildo arm pushes its way in you to push down. It helps a little, however, you still find yourself becoming a little sore from the intrusion. For the next couple of hours you continue on trying to improve your anal sex ability, making progress under the steady tutelage of Alice. She even thanks you a couple of times for, <span class="neutral">"making her feel good"</span>, though you’re not sure if she can feel anything or if praising you was just part of her programming.<<set $analSexSkill += 1>><<set $timesAnallyFucked += 10>><span class="neutral">"Expert anal sex training selected, please proceed to machine number <<set $random = random(1,100)>>$random"</span>, the AI continues after a moment pause.
Your training orders received, you head across to the directed machine, observing it’s a motorised dildo with a kneeling pad on the floor in front of it. Oddly, it looks the same as last time to your slight disappointment. <span class="neutral">"Please kneel on the kneeling pad facing away from the dildo so that I can start the training procedure"</span>, intones the monotone voice of Alice, no longer catching you by surprise as it did the first time. <span class="neutral">"As you know my voice is being transmitted through the machines $firstName, I can see you through the cameras in the training devices. With me talking to you as I operate the machines, it is almost like I am your sexual partners, all of them. This may help relax you and aid in your training"</span>, continues the AI.
Your directions given, you kneel down on the pad, ready to undertake the training you’ve paid for. The pad is soft beneath you, sinking slightly as your weight indents it. <span class="neutral">"Align yourself with the dildo and spread your buttocks in preparation for anal penetration"</span>, continues your AI teacher. Following the directions given, you pull apart your <<checkAss>> bum cheeks, ready to practice your anal sex skills. Still, you can’t shake the feeling that you’re just being given the intermediate training again.
The dildo slowly makes its way forwards, way too slowly for your preferences, gently yet insistently penetrating your anal ring. Sighing in mock boredom as it makes its languid retreat, you wonder if maybe it’s too lubed-up for your worn-out butt hole, the penetration occurring with very little friction. It’s still nice, but you yearn for something more.
Frustrated by the simple anal fucking, you call out to Alice, <span class="player">"Come on Alice, can’t you make it go faster at least? I can take way more!"</span>, desperate for a harder ravaging of your hungry ass. Sadly, you’re not sure if the AI is even listening, the only possible response being a quiet, <span class="neutral">'bing'</span>, sound.
For a while this is repeated, the dildo increasing in speed slowly, each time penetrating you slightly deeper. Needing something more, you frantically push back against it, taking in a more extensive portion of dildo, but it still feels too small for your liking. It barely aches at all, but that’s to be expected when you take into account just how much you’ve previously stretched out your rear hole. <span class="neutral">"This is good $firstName. You are making me feel great. Training increase initiated"</span>, states your AI companion. Strangely, you’re almost sure you heard a note of emotion in that monotone voice, weird.
Almost immediately the dildo picks up in speed, pressing forward into your ass much deeper than previously. You moan lewdly as the motorised cock bottoms out on you, making you feel nicely full, but you were still hoping for something more. That’s when it finally happens.
Whirring from behind you, you look over your shoulder to discover the source of the sound, gasping in awe at what you see. Emerging from above the dildo currently reaming your slutty rear is a second dildo, angled slightly down so that both of the mechanised sex toys can penetrate your butt at the same time. Taking no pause in its arrival. The new dildo pushes up against the rim of your anus, attempting to slip in with great difficulty and a stinging ache. You have to bite down on your arm to power through the discomfort, but it’s all worth it as the second faux-cock enters you, proving to everyone that you’re an astoundingly accomplished anal slut.
It feels kind of amazing to be filled back there in such a manner, the duel dildos pumping you in tandem, simulating the experience of having multiple partners in the same hole. Your <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> cock and pussy are<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock is<<else>>pussy is<</if>> certainly appreciative, coursing with arousal beneath you that eventually builds up into a messy orgasm. Your <<if $penis>>cum<<else>>fem-cum<</if>> puddling beneath you as two meaty machine cocks ravage your worn-out butt hole, you can’t help but have a second quick orgasm as you arouse yourself over how naughty this all is.
For the next couple of hours, you continue on trying to improve your ability to take multiple cocks in your ass at the same time, making progress under the steady encouragement of Alice. She even thanks you a couple of times for, <span class="neutral">"Being such a dirty butt-slut"</span>, though you’re not sure if she can feel anything or if praising you was just part of her programming. Catching a look at yourself in a mirror as you get up from the device, you can see your anus is a gaping maw, an open portal into your body that anyone can see into. You blush heavily as you think about all the people who’ve just seen the evidence of what an anal whore you are, the shame of it all bringing a sharp burst of arousal to you, in turn only increasing your shame.<<set $timesAnallyFucked += 5>><span class="neutral">"Basic anal sex training selected, please proceed to the play mat and become accustomed to the anal toy collection. Lubrication is both available and recommended"</span>, the AI continues after a moment pause.
Your training orders received, you head across to the mat, walking straight to the assorted collection of sex toys. Looking into the chest you see, piled high, a wide range of brightly coloured plastic and rubber toys. Separated down the middle, the first half seems to be comprised of objects, most of which are shaped like cocks, though some of them are too large or misshapen for you to think of them as dicks, at least not human ones. The second half, however, is instead filled with a variety of, mostly girthy, butt plugs and other anal toys, including a few large metal ball-tipped hooks. Beside all of this sits a small cart with a large liquid tank, labelled clearly across the side as the, <span class="neutral">"Lubrication Station"</span>. The sight of all those instruments fills you with an unbidden joy, subconsciously making your drool a little.
Selecting from the box a hefty looking black rubber plug, probably about as wide as your fist at its girthiest spot, you shudder a little in anticipation, knowing where it’s soon about to go. Your prize now in hand, you take a small detour to lubricate it up with a thick yet slippery clear gel from the cart, before you walk around the mat looking for a free spot. Deciding eventually to sit between a brunette and blonde, each with their own pile of toys in front of them, you watch on as they giggle, each grabbing a large dildo in hand. Suddenly and with great finesse, they flip over into a kneeling position, their joy-filled faces pressed against the floor. Now properly positioned, you gaze on in amused fascination as they ram the bulbous toys straight into their already gaping rear passages, ready to show them just how much of butt-slut you are too as you listen to the lewd squelches sounding out as their dildos sink deeply within them.
Taking your own plug in hand you slowly run your hand over it, caressing it lovingly as you make sure that it’s properly coated in the viscous lube, smiling excitedly as you measure its size and considerable heft. Striking a similar doggy-style-like pose on the wonderfully comfortable mat, your knees sinking slightly into it, you rest your own cheek against its cool surface. One hand holding the plug, and your other delicately pulling apart your <<checkAss>> bum cheeks to give you better access, you inhale a deep breath in anticipation as you ready yourself to make the plunge, so to speak.
<span class="female">"Ooo, that looks big!"</span>, you hear giggled from the blonde beside you, <span class="female">"It’s like you’re getting fisted in the rear! That’s so hot! Could I maybe … help a little? Your butt just looks so fun!"</span>, she adds in awe, watching the show you’re putting on with delight.
Looking over at the girl, still in her submissive position beside you, you take a moment to think matters over. <<if $sexualPreference != 2>>Nodding happily, you watch her eyes light up as she gets up, gesturing to the brunette on the other side of you. As they walk away, heading purposely in front of you, you manage to just about stifle your own laughter as you notice that their own, at least foot-long dildos are still hanging out of their behinds, swinging slightly behind them in a way that reminds you of cat tails. Of course, your own toy is even bigger than their own, truly the tool of someone who has fully mastered anal-play.
<span class="female">"We’re back!"</span>, laughs the brunette, <span class="female">"And we bring gifts too!"</span>, depositing another large pile of toys before you, most notably one of those hand-held metal ball-hooks that you spotted previously. Grinning wantonly, you look forward to what the two helpers have in mind, all three of you biting your lips in arousal.
Listening on to the continuing praise they give, you gasp a little as a wet sensation begins tracing circles around your anus. You guess that it’s likely the blonde, as the brunette is lying down before you, moving in to make out with you as her friend ravages your behind. Starting her entry with just one finger first at first, your helper quickly escalates her explorations, soon having four fingers in your hungry ass hole. Your bum is of course amazingly yielding, trained to the max, but there is still a minor burning sensation as the lubed-up fingers pump in and out of your well-used sphincter, though the cool gel soothes it almost instantly. It feels great to be filled back there, your <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> cock and pussy are<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock is<<else>>pussy is<</if>> certainly appreciative, fluttering with budding need as the hot blonde begins fully fisting you with her heavily lubricated hand.
And so, you all carry on. The two girls taking turns to insert their fingers and hands in and out of your rear, eventually trying some of the special toys to see just how yielding your bottom really is. After all the work you’ve put into training your ass, the plug you originally gathered is surprisingly easy to insert, the lube doing wonders to soothe any ache it would have caused. It’s a strange sensation, being so incredibly full, but it makes you feel amazing. Even better, the two even work up to the point where the blonde is fisting you whilst the brunette uses the metal hook on you, driving your arousal to such heights that you orgasm then and there on the play mat.<<else>>Shaking your head, not wanting to have the girls ‘help’ you with your anal training, you watch as the blonde girl looks a little sad.
<span class="female">"Okay. But, I’d still love to watch"</span>, offers the brunette from the other side of you. <span class="female">"You’ll really good at this. Your anus is practically gasping with need, like it has a mind of its own. I totally want to see how big a toy you can manage to slot back there"</span>.
Listening on to the continuing adulation, you resume your previous actions, taking the time to slowly and carefully start your entry with your fingers first. Your bum is of course amazingly yielding, trained to the max, but there is still a minor burning sensation as your lubed-up fingers pump in and out of your well-used sphincter, though the cool gel soothes it almost instantly. It feels great to be filled back there, your <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> cock and pussy are<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock is<<else>>pussy is<</if>> certainly appreciative, fluttering with budding need as your whole fist slips within the confines of your hungry butt hole.
And so, you all carry on. The two girls watch in awe as you fist yourself like a wanton whore, eventually trying some of the special toys to see just how yielding your bottom really is. After all the work you’ve put into training your ass, the plug you originally gathered is surprisingly easy to insert, the lube doing wonders to soothe any ache it would have caused. It’s a strange sensation, being so incredibly full, but it makes you feel amazing, Even better, the two onlookers are especially impressed by the point where you whilst fisting yourself you also insert a toy that looks a bit like a blunted metal hook on yourself, driving your arousal to such heights that you orgasm then and there on the play mat before them.<<<</if>>
Thanks to the company of the two other girls training in the anal arts, you find you have a very enjoyable time, further practicing your anal skills. By the end of your allotted time you've tried out a number of prodigious dildos and plugs of all shapes, your bottom able to take even the greatest of insertions. In fact, after all the usage your anus gapes significantly for a while, winking open and closed at the other trainees as you wait for it to return to normal.<<set $timesAnallyFucked += 10>><span class="neutral">"Intermediate anal sex training selected, please proceed to machine number <<set $random = random(1,100)>>$random"</span>, the AI continues after a moment pause.
Your training orders received, you head across to the directed machine, observing it’s a motorised dildo with a kneeling pad on the floor in front of it. <span class="neutral">"Please kneel on the kneeling pad facing away from the dildo so that I can start the training procedure"</span>, intones the monotone voice of Alice, no longer catching you by surprise as it did the first time. <span class="neutral">"As you know my voice is being transmitted through the machines $firstName, I can see you through the cameras in the training devices. With me talking to you as I operate the machines, it is almost like I am your sexual partners, all of them. This may help relax you and aid in your training"</span>, continues the AI.
Your current questions answered, you kneel down on the pad, ready to undertake the training you’ve paid for. The pad is soft beneath you, sinking slightly as your weight indents it. <span class="neutral">"Align yourself with the dildo and spread your buttocks in preparation for anal penetration"</span>, continues your AI teacher. Following the directions given, you pull apart your <<checkAss>> bum cheeks, ready to practice your anal sex skills.
The dildo slowly makes its way forwards, way too slowly for your preferences, gently yet insistently penetrating your anal ring. Sighing in mock boredom as it makes its languid retreat, you wonder if its surface coated with a generous coating of lube could be a little more interesting, considering what it might feel like it your well-used ass if it went in dry.
For a while this is repeated, the dildo increasing in speed slowly, each time penetrating you slightly deeper. Needing something more, you push back against it, taking in a more extensive portion of dildo, but it still feels too small for your liking. It barely aches at all, but that’s to be expected when you take into account just how much you’ve previously stretched out your rear hole. <span class="neutral">"This is good $firstName. You are making me feel great. Training increase initiated"</span>, states your AI companion. Strangely, you’re almost sure you heard a note of emotion in that monotone voice, weird.
Almost immediately the dildo picks up in speed, pressing forward into your ass much deeper than previously. You moan lewdly as the motorised cock bottoms out on you, making you feel nicely full. That’s when it finally happens. Much to your delight, the dildo actually starts to inflate, its girth becoming a lot more interesting to you, especially in its position lodged far within your bowls. It feels kind of amazing to be filled back there in such a manner, your <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> cock and pussy are<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock is<<else>>pussy is<</if>> certainly appreciative, coursing with arousal beneath you.
<span class="neutral">"You’re a true master of anal sex $firstName. Your ability to take on even the highest training settings is truly astounding"</span>, praises Alice, helpfully. Smiling at her comments you pant with need, getting the anal ravaging you were desperately needing. It’s great, you even find yourself becoming a little sore from the intrusion, much to your delighted surprise. For the next couple of hours you continue on exercising your anal sex ability, enjoying the steady praise from Alice. She even thanks you a couple of times for, <span class="neutral">"making her feel good"</span>, though you’re not sure if she can feel anything or if praising you was just part of her programming.<<set $analSexSkill += 1>><<set $timesAnallyFucked += 10>><span class="neutral">"Expert anal sex training selected, please proceed to machine number <<set $random = random(1,100)>>$random"</span>, the AI continues after a moment pause.
Your training orders received, you head across to the directed machine, observing it’s a motorised dildo with a kneeling pad on the floor in front of it. Gratefully remembering that despite outward appearances, the machine is a lot more interesting when used for expert training sessions. <span class="neutral">"Please kneel on the kneeling pad facing away from the dildo so that I can start the training procedure"</span>, intones the monotone voice of Alice, no longer catching you by surprise as it did the first time. <span class="neutral">"As you know my voice is being transmitted through the machines $firstName, I can see you through the cameras in the training devices. With me talking to you as I operate the machines, it is almost like I am your sexual partners, all of them. This may help relax you and aid in your training"</span>, continues the AI.
Your directions given, you kneel down on the pad, ready to undertake the training you’ve paid for. The pad is soft beneath you, sinking slightly as your weight indents it. <span class="neutral">"Align yourself with the dildo and spread your buttocks in preparation for anal penetration"</span>, continues your AI teacher. Following the directions given, you pull apart your <<checkAss>> bum cheeks, ready to practice your anal sex skills. Feeling so excited with the anticipation for what is about to come, you have real issues staying still, practically bouncing in your odd position, but you manage to just about stay in place, knowing how great this is going to be.
The dildo slowly makes its way forwards, way too slowly for your preferences, gently yet insistently penetrating your anal ring. Sighing in mock boredom as it makes its languid retreat, you wonder if maybe it’s too lubed-up for your worn-out butt hole, the penetration occurring with very little friction. It’s still nice, but you yearn for something more, and you’re pretty sure you’re going to get what you’re looking for.
Frustrated by the simple anal fucking, and wanting the full course, you call out to Alice, <span class="player">"Come on Alice, please speed it up and make it do the other thing? I can take way more and I’m all prepared and ready!"</span>, desperate for a harder ravaging of your hungry ass. Sadly, just like before you’re not sure if the AI is even listening, the only possible response being a quiet, <span class="neutral">'bing'</span>, sound.
For a while this is repeated, the dildo increasing in speed slowly, each time penetrating you slightly deeper. Needing something more, you frantically push back against it, taking in a more extensive portion of dildo, but it still feels too small for your liking. It barely aches at all, but that’s to be expected when you take into account just how much you’ve previously stretched out your rear hole. <span class="neutral">"This is good $firstName. You are making me feel great. Training increase initiated"</span>, states your AI companion. Strangely, you’re almost sure you heard a note of emotion in that monotone voice, weird.
Almost immediately the dildo picks up in speed, pressing forward into your ass much deeper than previously. You moan lewdly as the motorised cock bottoms out on you, making you feel nicely full, but you were still hoping for something more. That’s when what you’ve been longing for finally happens.
Whirring from behind you, you look over your shoulder to discover the source of the sound, gasping in delight at what you see. Just as you’d hoped, emerging from above the dildo currently reaming your slutty rear is a second dildo, angled slightly down so that both of the mechanised sex toys can penetrate your butt at the same time. Taking no pause in its arrival. The new dildo pushes up against the rim of your anus, attempting to slip in with even now some difficulty and a small stinging ache. You bite down on your arm to power through the discomfort, the pain just turning you on even more. In the end though, it’s all worth it as the second faux-cock enters you, proving to everyone that you’re an astoundingly accomplished anal slut.
It feels kind of amazing to be filled back there again in such a manner, the duel dildos pumping you in tandem, simulating the experience of having multiple partners in the same hole. Your <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> cock and pussy are<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock is<<else>>pussy is<</if>> certainly appreciative, coursing with arousal beneath you that eventually builds up into a messy orgasm. Your <<if $penis>>cum<<else>>fem-cum<</if>> puddling beneath you as two meaty machine cocks ravage your worn-out butt hole, you can’t help but have a second quick orgasm as you arouse yourself over how naughty this all is.
For the next couple of hours, you continue on practicing your already well-honed ability to take multiple cocks in your ass at the same time, enjoying a steady stream of praise from Alice. She even thanks you a couple of times for, <span class="neutral">"Being such a dirty butt-slut"</span>, though you’re not sure if she can feel anything or if praising you was just part of her programming. Catching a look at yourself in a mirror as you get up from the device, you can see your anus is a gaping maw, an open portal into your body that anyone can see into. You blush heavily as you think about all the people who’ve just seen the evidence of what an anal whore you are, the shame of it all bringing a sharp burst of arousal to you, in turn only increasing your shame.It only takes an hour for Tony B to return, but to you, anxious as you are about your freedom, it feels like a much longer wait. Thankfully you’ve got a bottle of highly expensive champagne and flock of attractive bimbo’s to keep you company as you wait, the comfort of the situation helping put you slightly at ease.
Relief flows through you to your very core as you spot the greased-back dark hair of your co-conspirator bobbing through the crowd, the man soon emerging before you with a briefcase in hand. Gesturing for the partying girls to once again dissipate, he approaches, sliding the fine leather case across the table towards you. His ever present, slightly lewd grin is still plastered across his face, but you do note that he looks a little more dishevelled, ruffled even, than previously, his expensive suit slightly askew.
<span class="male">"Right! Pour me a drink $firstName, because this has been a ball-ache and a half. Then again, totally worth it, like I said before. The briefcase is yours. It’s got everything you’ll need in it, but you should probably check it to be sure I’m not screwing with you"</span>, he laughs tiredly, scooping up one of the half-drunk drinks left by the previous occupants and downing it fast.
Opening up the briefcase nervously, a pair of simple clasps the only thing keeping it shut, your eyes stretch wide as you flip it open and take note of the contents. <span class="male">"Told you I wasn’t shitting you. In there you’ll find fifty thousand big-un’s, your new documents that are fully corroborated including; passport, birth certificate, qualifications and employers. Course, the employers is all crooked, but anyone on the list will back up your statements. Guys in IT did it pretty quick, but it’s all solid and should hold up to even a full audit by the best. In fact, toughest part was running it by the man-in-charge up top. He was pretty pissed about losing out on a trainee who could gather those sort of points up, but he saw reason in it all by the end, even if I did have to drop him more of a kick-back than I intended to. Think he might have had an eye on you, and he was looking to grab you in auction. Could have been a sweet deal there, but you earned your freedom and I’m not going to stand in the way of a feel-good success story, you know being the humanitarian I am. Practically warms my heart"</span>.
<span class="player">"So, what next?"</span>, you ask, adding, <span class="player">"And is there anything you can do about the treatment I got when I came in here?"</span>, as you cautiously close the clasps back up on your case with a solid click.
<span class="male">"You grab your stuff and come with me. One of my guys is working the doors, and you’re on the system as your new identity, so the lifts will let you access the entrances. I talk to the guy, pass him the bribe, and you walk out here a free <<if $femininity >=0>>woman<<else>>man<</if>>. After that, it’s up to you. But, I’d recommend laying a little low and getting yourself set up for a few months more rurally, so you bring less attention to yourself. The money I’ve given you is decent, but be careful with it, it’s not going to last forever, and you don’t want to go depositing it all at once in any bank unless you want a fraud squad kicking down your door. Past that, your new credentials should be able to get you a decent job, you’re listed as having a degree in sociology, and the references are legit and impressive, even if they’re faked. World’s your oyster kid, so take it by the nuts for all its worth"</span>, he answers matter of fact-ly clearly pretty clued-up on dealing with fake-identities and what not to do.
Sighing and looking a little more awkward he adds, with a tinge of respectability and what looks almost like sympathy, <span class="male">"The treatment stuff is sadly over my head. Tough break on that one. Best I can say is that your records and new status preclude you from anyone abusing it to change you, but you’re going to have a rough time dealing with the horny-ness. Guess it’s a bit swings and roundabouts, you’ll be thirsty as hell for a good fuck, but at least your healthy as a mule, practically halted in terms of aging, and so immune to illness that you could take up swimming in sewers as a hobby and not need to give a fuck. Bright sides mate. Got to look on them"</span>.
After the bombshell that Tony B was unable to help your situation regarding the treatment, your hopes of walking out this unscathed were shaken. However, an extensive libido and some physical alteration isn’t the worst thing to deal with in the world, even if changing back to normal may have been preferable.
Rapidly gathered what little of your things you needed, mostly your new briefcase, and followed him out of the club. Accompanied by one of his bodyguards, you all entered one of the main lifts, a new option for, <span class="neutral">"Lobby/Entrance/Parking"</span>, appearing to you for the first time.
Letting you do the honours, the two men stand back as you [[press the button|Club B Tony B Pay Escape Good End]], setting you off on your way to finally exiting The Repurposing Center.After a short journey accompanied by jaunty elevator music, you soon almost immediately ended up in your current situation, waiting in line for, <span class="neutral">"Exit Screening"</span>, so that you can finally complete your bid for freedom. Despite the luxurious atmosphere of the screening lobby, elegant sofas and expensive looking art filling the walls, it’s still patently obvious that there’s a serious security force available if needed, governmentally trained guards and even a few automated defence turrets carefully blended into the surroundings.
The queue moves at a languid pace, with your group eventually finding themselves standing before a standardly outfitted facility government agent, completely encased in a full set of bulky black body armour, most of his body is shielded from view by an imposing security desk. Trying to put on your best brave expression, internally panicking as you know that everything could fall apart any moment, you watch on as Tony B approaches the man.
<span class="male">"Hey Jim, just going out for some air. You know the drill, just me and a couple of friends. No need for the scans or anything, only going to be standing around the parking lot, smoke breaks aren’t the same when you’re cooped up in here. Anyway, if we can make this quick then I’d be fucking over the moon"</span>, spiels the crafty club owner, placing his elbows on the tall security desk as he leans forward.
Though it’s hard to tell due to the guard, Jim’s fully enclosed black-mirrored helmet, the way he pulls back from Tony, visibly shaking gives you a hint to the power dynamic between the two. <span class="male">"Yes M…Mr Bosco S…Sir! I understand. O…Of course you’ll need to …."</span>, stutters the man in a gruff voice, his attempts at nervous deference being both odd and confusing to you.
<span class="male">"Right, right, right. Don’t think I’ve forgot the score on these things. I’ve got it right here"</span>, chortles Tony, pulling out a fancy looking bottle from within his suit and placing it before the guard, <span class="male">"That should settle everything, and keep your boss off of your back. Now we good to pass through, or do we need to go over things again?"</span>, a hint of menace seeping into his tone.
With a short, <span class="male">"Eeep!"</span>, that’s almost comical from the large grizzled sounding guard, he manages to slightly recover some of his composure, answering a brisk, <span class="male">"Yes Mr B…Bosco Sir! Please feel f…free to take your s…smoke break, there will be no n…need to book you out f…for such a small trip"</span>, shakily gesturing you all through.
Not looking a gift horse in the mouth, you take the opportunity in stride, staying close to Tony B and his bodyguard as they pass through an intricately carved pair of wooden doors depicting someone mid transformation. A short trip down a concrete corridor later, a rush of air crashes against your face, the smell of smoggy air reuniting with you like a long-lost friend. Looking ahead, it seems that the passageway leads out into an extensive underground carpark, a combination of fancy looking cars and imperious government vehicles contained within.
<span class="male">"Well kid, guess this is the end of the road for us. You’ve been good to me, so I’ll be good to you in return. This place is the parking garage for visitors and staff, goes down a couple more floors, but you’re looking to go up from here. You hug the left wall and you should be out of her in a couple of minutes. We’re actually pretty rural out here, makes it easy to keep expanding the place, but if you follow the road leading out you should find yourself a bus stop about a mile from here. There’s also a train-line out of here, but it’s harder to walk people past. Anyway, keep your nose clean, lay low, and don’t run your mouth about all this and you’ll do fine. Take care $firstName"</span>, comes a half-chortled voice from behind you, Tony B offering you a pleasant nod goodbye.
Throwing him a quick, <span class="player">"Thanks for helping me out Tony. I half thought you were pulling a scam on me with all this"</span>, to which he just laughs at without looking back, you start following his directions on the way out.
Walking out into the cool <<if $time>5>>evening<<else>>day-time<</if>> breeze, you just keep on heading towards your freedom. Momentarily you get worried as you have to pass through another heavily defended government checkpoint, but seeing as you’re walking out, they pay you absolutely no mind, ignoring your presence. And so, briefcase in hand, you pass outside the confines of the facility, finally free from The Repurposing Center.
Going a little past the military- grade entrance outpost, you find your surroundings, no longer obscured by the perimeter wall, are surprisingly lush and picturesque. Comprised of rolling untouched fields, a few stray streams and wooded patches spattered in, you have to take a moment to come to terms with the idea that the generally sterile and industrial facility was so close to such natural beauty. Over the small cobbled separating wall between you and the field, you can clearly make out a couple of rabbits frolicking without a care in the world
Hopping over the fence, you collapse into the grass, resting your eyes for a moment and finally taking your first moment of worry-less relaxation you’ve had in a long time. Now firmly in control of your own life, the scent of fresh grass filling your senses, you contemplate what the future has in store for you now that you have your freedom.
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Six months later:
Running around panicked, trying to find your keys, you’re not sure where is left to check in your quaint little cottage. Looking through your closet. Needing to find them ready for your big date, your eyes glance over the designer leather briefcase in the back. Stroking its soft exterior, you momentarily reminisce over how much your life has changed since your escape from The Repurposing Center.
Finally coming to a bus stop, you eventually caught a bus with no idea where to go. A couple of hours later was when you first spotted the village of West-Chester, your current residence, and you immediately fell in love with its idyllic old-fashioned nature. Enamoured with the tiny fairy-tail-esque buildings, some even with traditional thatched rooves, you made your mind up then and there to settle down there, at least for a time.
Getting a room at the local pub to start with, you soon began asking around for rental opportunities. Luckily, you were able to find that a little old couple were looking to move out of their cottage, so they could move in with their family, thus allowing you to rent your new home, <span class="neutral">‘Holly Cottage’</span>, so named because of the trailing foliage that bedecks it. Quickly settling into village life and enjoying the tranquillity of somewhere quieter and more natural, the delicate scent of flowers on the wind all year around, you took to walking the woodland paths, sitting by a small stream and writing and drawing to pass the time.
Of course, eventually you saw the need to get a job, your money not able to sustain you forever. Thankfully the forged documentation along with all the corroborating information were all top notch, certainly enough to throw anyone curious of your past off of the trail. With the good impression you had made on the locals, people were only too happy to offer you work, helping you get yourself employed with a nearby rural trust organisation, aimed at maintaining local heritage sites and managing tourism for the district.
Hired as a national trust worker, which you soon discovered meant all sorts of odd jobs that you would never have imagined when signing up, from guiding tours to writing newsletters, you soon caught the eye of your boss as someone to depend on. <<if $submission >= 0>>Your kind eager-to-please nature coming through, your boss continued to lean on you for support, finding you a thoughtful confidant that was always willing to listen and lend a hand. It wasn’t long until <<if $sexualPreference != 2>>she<<else>>he<</if>> promoted you to the role of <<if $sexualPreference != 2>>her<<else>>his<</if>> personal secretary. After that you just became inseparable, spending so much time in each other’s company you just clicked. When <<if $sexualPreference != 2>>she<<else>>he<</if>> finally invited you out on a date last Friday, you couldn’t stop smiling all day, the idea of dating your dominant and gorgeous boss making you infectiously happy.<<else>>Your natural dominance was easy to see, marking you as a real go-getter. Impressed your boss promoted you to a lower management position, taking you under his wing and training you to be able to take on a higher management role in the future. Along with a better wage, and a nice little office, you even got yourself a secretary to help manage your time. Finding <<if $sexualPreference != 2>>her<<else>>him<</if>> a very sweet and submissive individual, not to mention gorgeous, you couldn’t help but fall for <<if $sexualPreference != 2>>her<<else>>him<</if>>. Last Friday, you managed to pull together the courage, and to your great relief, <<if $sexualPreference != 2>>she<<else>>he<</if>> accepted to let you take <<if $sexualPreference != 2>>her<<else>>him<</if>> out on a date. After that you couldn’t stop smiling all day, the idea of dating your submissive and gorgeous secretary making you infectiously happy.<</if>><<if $bimboPlay && $bimboSkill > 0>><br><br>Some things were less easy, however. Your time in The Repurposing Center, in particular your time training to become a bimbo still had their lasting effects upon you. Whilst no longer the same level of severity as they once were, your idyllic and significantly less stressful life seemingly mitigating some of the brain clouding effects, you still occasionally find yourself wandering off to frolic in the fields, normally ending in you masturbating somewhere peaceful and serene. The locals consider it charming, shrugging it off as youthful exuberance, but it still embarrasses you at times.<</if>><<if $lactationPlay && $lactating>><br><br>One on going issue you have had to deal with, however, is that of your non-stop lactation. Originally thinking that it might dissipate with time, it seems that the effects of your genetic re-arrangement were a lot more permanent. Thankfully, lactation-pad technology has come a long way, even out in the middle of nowhere, so you’ve largely avoided ruining too many tops with accidental wet patches. But, it does still occasionally catch you unaware, leading some humiliating instances. On the upside, one of the village farmers runs a dairy farm, a normal one at that, not too far from your home, and he’s happy to let you use his milking machines at your leisure. He even pays you a fair bit too, which helps make it all feel a lot more manageable.<</if>><<if ($diaperWettingPlay || $diaperMessingPlay) && $diaperSkill > 0>><br><br>Your diaper situation was definitely something you needed to adjust to after escaping The Repurposing Center. Sadly, the effects of the strange orange goop you ate seem to have remained with you, causing you to still find it necessary to wear diapers to manage your incontinence. It’s not all bad, they’re comfortable at least, and nobody really knows except yourself, plus you can order for delivery through the post any type of diaper you like. But, the idea of walking around with such childish underwear continues to be a majorly embarrassing factor that you’ve needed to manage your life around.<</if>><<if $waterSportsPlay && $incontinenceTreatment>><br><br>Bladder issues continued to plague your life for the foreseeable future, the long lasting effect of taking the incontinence implant offered to you during your time at The Repurposing Center. Sudden burst of wetting have become a less frequent occurrence thankfully, but they still happen occasionally, deeply embarrassing you, especially when they’ve happened at work. Everyone is very understanding, your forged documents claiming it to be a hereditary medical issue as a cover story, but that doesn’t stop you from dreading the next time it will happen. On the bright side, it seems that distance from the facility has rendered its remote trigger inoperable, and you even seem to be able to occasionally make it to the toilet these days, so it might be possible to overcome, eventually. Until then, your only choice is to never stray too far from the bathroom.<</if>>
Pulling yourself from your reminiscing, you pat the briefcase like an old friend one last time before checking your jacket pockets for the erstwhile keys. Striking gold, you miraculously discover them, practically jumping with joy at your find. Closing your closet door with a click, you check yourself in your mirror for some final date-night touches, wanting to make your night go as well as possible. Smiling happily at your efforts, you grab your things in preparation, contemplating just how much your life has turned around since getting your forged new identity. Flicking the lights off and locking up, you journey on to your next adventure.
Ending 6: Forging your own way
<i>Congratulations! You’ve just finished one of the game’s best endings, having successfully escaped the facility to start a new life for yourself. With a long happy life awaiting you, and with love on the cards in your near future, this truly is a happy end for $firstName. I hope you enjoyed playing, and good job on actually managing to regain your freedom, it certainly wasn’t an easy task!</i>
<<click "Restart?">><<script>>UI.restart()<</script>><</click>>As you enter the lift, on your way towards your destination, you notice nothing out of the ordinary, not even any other passengers in the lift. Getting inside, glad to not have any odd distractions, you begin pressing the button for where you plan to go, locking in your target destination to the lift's console.
The lift whirring to life, the small screen of the elevators console shifts into an hourglass animation counting down from ten. A small chime playing, you’re soon met with the familiar monotone of Alice, <span class="neutral">"Hello $firstName. Our records recommend you the following advertisement for your viewing entertainment during this long journey. We here at The Repurposing Center hope you enjoy your time in our specially crafted for comfort lifts"</span>.
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The screen shifting into a logo for, <span class="neutral">"The Little Land Nursery TV Channel"</span>, the babyish tone of the accompanying music making you feel slightly sleeping in its lullaby-like tune. Resting back against the wall, watching on out of boredom more than anything, the advert quickly moves on to an exert from a recent show.
Sitting on a play-mat, sits a strangely familiar brunette, wearing a diaper print yellow dress, that doesn’t go down far enough to cover her huge light pink and frilled diaper. Her hair, pulled back into a sloppy slightly too far to one side ponytail hangs down hear back, making the grumpy looking girl, who is blushing heavily, look rather cute even taking into account her scowl.
<span class="female">"I’m a big girl, you can’t treat me like this! You’re really mean! This isn’t fair!"</span>, she tantrums, her voice causing you to realize with a gasp that the girl is in fact Hannah, the mean trainee who tormented you previously.
As you watch on, the clip continues, showing her get a thorough mouth soaping from an imposing looking carer, the woman’s head clipped out of the shot so that you can’t get a proper look at her as she chides the newly assigned member of the nursery for her, <span class="female">‘naughty words’</span>. Spluttering and crying throughout, her face a mess of tears and snot, it’s almost enough to make you feel a little bad for the girl, even if she did try to blackmail and bully you.
Things only get worse for her when the woman looking after her takes it upon herself to take Hannah’s temperature, easily overpowering the girl and undoing the bindings of her diaper. Despite her cries of apology and for mercy, the dominant carer shows Hannah’s pussy and ass clearly to the camera, much to the baby slaves mortification. Of course, that’s not all that the woman has in store for her, your journey coming to an end and the screen turning back to normal just as the nursery worker pulls out a hefty and rather scary looking thermometer, aimed squarely at the former trainee’s tiny rosebud.
Leaving the lift, and continuing onward, as you head on towards your intended location you monetarily wonder if you did the right thing in getting Hannah sent to the Little Land Nursery. Though, it’s unlikely you could get her back out even if you wanted to.
<<include [[Travel To End]]>>As you’re walking towards your intended destination, you spot a small sign standing in the middle of the floor. Approaching it cautiously, no one else around, you see it reads, <span class="neutral">Turn right for free fresh from the teat hucow milk, limited time promotion – Facility Permission Granted"</span>. Looking around, just ahead, you do spot an off-shoot corridor on the right, and you can’t help but be a little curious about this mysterious advertisement sign.
Peering around the corner cautiously, intent on remaining safe in the face of the many traps and tricks the facility has up its sleeve, you’re a bit surprised to only see a single figure. Down on her knees the long haired and prodigiously breasted woman is chained to the wall by steel cuffs around her wrists, a small illegible sign beside her. Kneeling within a small paddling pool, a creamy white liquid held within, the captive red-head seems to be relatively docile, a placid smile pasted across her pretty freckled face. Before your very eyes, you can make out her heavying breasts dripping a steady stream of, what you can only speculate is milk, down her nude body and into the plastic container in which she rests.
Coming closer, her face lights up, her attention piqued. <span class="female">"Moo! Hi there! Moo. Please can you help mooo…ee? I’m all milky, and I can’t reach my booobies, will you take a drink and make them feel less full? Moo!"</span>, her words less confusing when you note the cow-like nubby horns poking out from within her ginger hair, a tail swishing around languidly within the milky puddle.
<span class="player">"Would that be okay for me to do?"</span>, you ask, getting slightly closer to the captive hucow, captivated by her melodic mooing.
Nodding eagerly, the girl answers, <span class= "female">"Of course! Moo! My milk is so nice and refreshing! I think the only reason they keep me restrained is that they worry I’d waste all my milk playing with my boooobies. They just feel so nice! Oh please, oh please, suck my boooobies for me!"</span>, all the while doing her best attempts to jiggle her breasts in an inviting manner, only creating a rapid set of jet-like milky sprays to shoot out in your general direction.
<<if !$involTFPlay>>Licking your lips, you wonder if you should just [[lean in and take a drink from the girl|Travel To Experimental Hucow Main]], the almost hypnotic motion of her breasts enticing you forward. You’d be doing her a favour, and she seems to be pretty unhappy not having anyone touch her breasts. That said, within the facility it’s possible that all isn’t as it seems. It’s entirely possible that there’s some trick to her actions, her bound position still existing as an unsolved conundrum.<<else>>Licking your lips, you begin to contemplate what to do next, getting ever closer to the girl. Seeing her opportunity, her predatory smirk crossing her face, she rolls back onto her bum, her legs lashing out in your direction. Tumbling forward, her legs pincer-ing around you and pulling you toward her in an exceptionally intricately planned manner, your face falling exactly where she intended, right onto her engorged and leaking nipples.
<<include [[Travel To Experimental Hucow Main]]>><</if>>
<<include [[Travel To End]]>>Lips brushing against the hucow’s warm pink teat, a stray bead of her milk passes your lips, allowing you to taste her deliciously formulated lactation. Addictive in its splendour, your mind devolving into a feasting frenzy, you immediately latch on, suckling with all your might. Her creamy fluids rolling fresh and hot down your throat, you both hum appreciatively, though the busty girl’s sounds are significantly more sexual in nature.
Eyes flitting about in confused panic over the oddly wonderful quality of her milk, your mind vaguely understanding deep down that something is wrong, your vision sweeps over the small sign beside her. Shaking you enough that your mouth opens wide, you read the words, <span class="neutral">"Caution: Experimental Hucow – Free Milk Sampling <i>(Warning; hucow may be prone to fits of extreme arousal. Warning; hucow’s milk is of an unknown quality and may have unknown side effects. Warning; The Repurposing Center will not be held responsible for damage done to clothes or property)</i>"</span>.
Realizing that you’ve finally figured out what’s going on, the captive girl moos happily, <span class="female">"Moo! You make me feel nice! My booobies make sooo much milk since the mean men messed with them! Moooo! They kept talking about all their silly messing stuff, and how they wanted to see what it did when people drank from them. That’s why they put me out here. Moo. But, my boobies get sooo sore when nobody milks them, which is really, really, really not nice of them! Maybe you’ll get <<if $breastSize >10>>even bigger booobies from drinking it<<else>>big booobies from drinking it<</if>>, that’s what they thought might happen"</span>, her breathing becoming heavier as she becomes increasingly more aroused from your presence.
You’re not sure why, but before you can recognise what you’re doing, you’re already back to slurping down her breast milk, your tongue lapping needy-ly at her plump nipples. Her taste is just too good to resist, warming and comforting you to the core. Uncomfortable in your bent over drinking position, you dreamily clamber into the paddling pool, straddling her legs with your <<checkThigh>> thighs. Of course, in doing so you splash a good amount of her accumulated spray upon yourself, soaking yourself and your possessions in the luxurious white fluid.<<if $sexualPreference !=2>><<set $timesHandJob += 1>><br><br>In fact, everything feels so amazing, lazing about and drinking from the restrained hucow, your feet tracing circles in the lukewarm milk that she’s over time secreted due to her constant build-up. Feeling the need to make it up to the girl, her gift of milk making you feel tingly and happy to the core, your left hand lazily trails its way downwards from the breast you were previously supporting. Still suckling her teat with zeal, you tentatively run your fingers over the hucow’s labia.
<span class="female">"Moo! Soooo gooood! Thank yoooou!"</span>, she gurgles dumbly, her hot feminine lips surging with desire beneath your touch.
<span class="player">"Ywur wylcum"</span>, you mumble back in return, never letting her nipple leave your mouth. Sensing that she’s in dire need of your ministrations, you set to work, tracing your fingertips delicately across her pleasure nub, all while you continue to sup upon her tasty breast fluid.
Mashing your face even more against her hefty boob, you free your other hand from tit-supporting duty, giving you the freedom to lend another hand to your attempts at pleasuring her pussy. Now working with two hands, you continue to you with her clit, also working her slutty vaginal hole at the same time. She’s soaking down there, and not just from the stray milk that has showered down her front and between her legs, her pussy hungrily trying to pull your fingers even further within her.
It doesn’t take long, horny as she is for her to orgasm, her bellowing, <span class="female">"Moo!"</span>, loud enough that it was likely heard by someone else, even with the area being pretty empty. A complimentary flood of milk filling your mouth as the hucow’s entire body shudders in pleasure, the force causing both of her breasts to eject out some of their precious cargo. Humming merrily, she kisses you upon the forehead, slumped forward tiredly.<</if>>
<<if !$lactating>><<set $lactating = true>>That’s when it happens. Your <<checkNipple>> nipples, rock hard and vibrating oddly, send strange tingles of sensation through your body. Distracted from your milky-feast, you look down just in time to spot what’s happening. <<if $breastSize == 0>>Your chest, masculine and breast free, feels heavier than normal. Almost as if timing itself to your investigation, you notice tiny droplets of milk begin to seep out wetly from your engorged nipples, proving that the hucow’s experimental breast milk likely does have an effect. That is, to start your own body lactating.<<else>>Your <<checkBreast>> boobs jiggle about as if they had a mind of their own, feeling heavier than normal. Almost as if timing itself to your investigation, you notice tiny droplets of milk begin to seep out wetly from your engorged nipples, running down your breasts. This does, of course, prove that the hucow’s experimental breast milk likely does have an effect, the ability to induce lactation in those unsuspecting enough to drink it.<</if>><<elseif $breastSize < 17>>That’s when it happens. Your <<checkNipple>> nipples, erect and dribbling out a small trickle of <<checkLactationType>>, they feel strangely hard, tingling vibrations running through them. Distracted from your milky-feast, you look down just in time to spot what’s happening. <<if $breastSize == 0>><<set $breastSize += 1>>Your chest, masculine and breast free, feels heavier than normal. Almost as if timing itself for our investigation, you begin to notice two small lumps forming behind your nipples, pressing outward. Taking stock of it, you quickly realize that you’re now sporting <<checkBreast>> boobs.<<else>>Your <<checkBreast>> boobs jiggle about as if they had a mind of their own, feeling heavier than normal. Almost as if timing itself for our investigation, you begin to notice them shuddering outward, visibly growing in size. By the end of their sudden growth spurt, you realize that your once <<checkBreast>> tits, are now <<set $breastSize += 1>><<checkBreast>> in size.<</if>><<else>>Strangely, nothing seems to happen to you from drinking the experimental milk from the hucow’s breasts. Though, that kind of makes sense given that you’re already lactating, a huge pair of <<checkBreast>> boobs adorning your chest. It probably wouldn’t make sense for anything else to happen to them.<</if>>
Your stomach gurgling happily, full of the hucow’s mysterious experimental milk, you start to pull back. The red-headed girl seems a lot more languid in her post-milking state, practically asleep from the exertion. Sighing merrily, she whispers, <span class="female">"Thank yooooou, that was nice! Tired noooow, sleepy time …"</span>, her eyelids flittering closed as you step out of the milk filled pool.
<<if !$involTFPlay>>Dripping wet with the captive hucow’s milk, you begin to slowly continue on your journey, making a steady stream of wet sloshing and slopping sounds as you walk onwards.
<<include [[Travel To End]]>><<else>>Dripping wet with the captive hucow’s milk, you begin to slowly continue on your journey, making a steady stream of wet sloshing and slopping sounds as you walk onwards.<</if>>Approaching the group smiling pleasantly, you greet them bunny’s, <span class="player">"Hi, I was just passing through and I spotted that this had all been put up. Thought that I’d come over and ask what this is all about, if that’s okay?"</span>, curious to find out the reason for the egg-filled meadow’s erection.
Jumping a little, the group not having spotted your approach so engrossed in their hushed conversation, they share hurried whispers for a moment before one brunette bunny-girl stands up, curtsying to you. In a submissive tone, little louder than a whisper she answers, <span class="female">"Hello <<if $femininity >0>>Miss<<else>>Sir<</if>>, I’m sorry if we’ve been of any bother to you. The display is part of the Spring festival celebrations, and won’t be along for too long. We’re putting together gifts as part of the events, to give to guests and staff. We’re all very excited to be celebrating Bunny-Day!"</span>.
Watching the nods of approval from the other members of her gathering, many of them looking too meek to actually meet your gaze, you query, <span class="player">"Don’t worry, I was just interested to see what this was all about. Bunny-Day you say? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that, could you tell me anything about it?"</span>, curious to find out more about the mysterious Bunny-Day.
Giggling with uncharacteristic joy, her entire face lighting up with excitement you watch on as the designated talker of the group practically jumps up and down on the spot, unable to contain herself. <span class="female">"Oh yes <<if $femininity >0>>Miss<<else>>Sir<</if>>! Bunny-Day is just the best day ever! You see, whilst we’ve not been able to piece together all the important details, it’s our understanding that it was started by the first bunny-girl. Well, bunny-girl’s don’t like winter, it’s too cold and there’s not enough tasty veggies to eat, so she decided to make a special holiday to celebrate it. That’s why it’s at the start of Spring. And, so, erm, she … liked eggs and chocolate, and so we put those around everywhere … that’s, erm, everything …"</span>, her face flush with a full red blush, you’re pretty sure there’s more to the story, the girl humming and hawing as she tries to figure out what to say.
<span class="player">"Is there anything else to the matter of the eggs and chocolate? It just sounds like you have something else to say"</span>, you add in a soft tone, trying to not scare her by sounding angry or disappointed.
<span class="female">"Well … it’s a little embarrassing <<if $femininity >0>>Miss<<else>>Sir<</if>>"</span>, she bashfully answers, avoiding eye contact, <span class="female">"You see, to our understanding she was really into chocolate, and we think she laid eggs too … though we’re a bit unsure on the exact details behind this. Still, we’re pretty sure that she used to produce chocolate eggs from her body, somehow. Well, chocolate is … is really nice, and she was super generous and kind, so she used to hide them for all the non-bunny-people to find and enjoy. That’s why we try and do the same thing. We pack up the chocolate with the special wrappings, and they look very pretty. Then we … well we sort of … you see we … we … she used to lay the eggs. So, erm, we do that too. We plop them out in hiding spots, for people to find later …"</span>. Her nervousness returning, this time causing her to squirm about uncomfortably, you watch on with your jaw dropped at the revelation behind what they’re doing, the image of butt-chocolate stuck in your mind.
In probably the loudest tone you’ve heard her, or any other bunny-girl take to date, you hear her grumble, <span class="female">"<b>It’s all very normal</b>! Plus, we do really good clean-out before-hand, and the wrappers are specially made to be super hygienic! Don’t judge us, it’s a tradition, and it’s a nice one where everyone gets chocolate and we get to hop around the facility making people happy. You could, maybe give it a try if you’d like?"</span>.
With her hands crossed in front of her, the bunny-girl leader takes a deep breath, looking down at the ground once more, submissively waiting for your response. Summing up the situation you try and figure out what to say, not sure whether to take them up on the offer, or to turn them down. Helping them out might be fun, and they’d probably by very appreciative of your attention. Alternatively, sticking chocolate eggs up your bottom might be uncomfortable, and if anyone ever found out it would certainly be awkward to explain.
Do you:
<<if $sexualPreference != 2>>[[Take up the egg stuffing offer|Recreational Hub Seasonal Bunny Stuffing Main][$timesAnallyFucked +=5]]<<else>>You get the feeling that you'd be getting stuffed by a bunny-girl, and you're not really sexually interested in women.<</if>>
[[Turn down the egg stuffing offer|Recreational Hub Seasonal Bunny Stuffing Alt]]<<addToWardrobe "Flowery Bunny-Girl Bodysuit">>Deciding that you’d like to try taking part in their egg-stuffing activities, you nod your head in agreement. <span class="player">"It sounds a little odd, but it seems to mean a lot to you all. I’d love to help you out with your tradition if you’d allow me to"</span>.
Looking greatly excited by your choice, the bunny’s huddle up once more, whispering amongst themselves. Coming to a conclusion, one of the kneeling group members gives their spokesgirl a tug on the wrist, pulling her down to a half kneel so they can inform her of what they were talking about. Nodding along, she smiles, turning back to you, <span class="female">"Thank you for listening to our story <<if $femininity >0>>Miss<<else>>Sir<</if>>, and more so, for being willing to join us in ‘The Great Laying’. We understand that it’s a strange tradition, but we’re glad that you were interested enough to listen to us explain it. My sisters have talked together, and they’ve told me they’re in awe that someone else would be willing to participate. We’re all very excited to stuff you full of eggs, it’ll mean we can give away even more than usual!"</span>.
Now given the go-ahead, the gaggle of quiet and passive bunny-girls descend on you with alarming speed, <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>divesting you of your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear in a frenzy, allowing them to work unabated<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>divesting you of your $currentClothing in a frenzy, allowing them to work unabated<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>divesting you of your $currentUnderwear in a frenzy, allowing them to work unabated<<else>>appreciating your nudity as it allows them to work on you unabated<</if>>. Snapping your head about in surprise, you spot their leader bringing over a basket, an unfamiliar looking bottle in her other hand. Of course, while you’re distracted trying to get your bearings, the other bunny’s have not been idle, instead angling your position upon one of the large picnic blankets, your legs held back to your shoulders so that they have easy access to your butt hole.
Giggling, the head bunny-girl, sets herself down in-front of your anus, setting the wicker basket slightly to one side. As she messes with the bottle, her full actions obscured from your vision by a horde of cute scantily-clad women, she explains, <span class="female">"You’re doing great <<if $femininity >0>>Miss<<else>>Sir<</if>>! We just have to get you all lubed up and stretched out. It’s imperative that you’re properly prepared, otherwise you could be very uncomfortable with so many eggs inside of you. This really is a Bunny-Day, to think that an outsider would be willing to take part, it’s amazing. Sorry about the clothes by the way, I sort of forgot to mention the naked part of all this. It’s partly so our clothes don’t get in the way, and partly because it gives up a good incentive to hide the eggs from sight. I’m going to start now, and I’ll need you to try really hard to fit as many of the eggs in as possible, so we can make lots of people happy!"</span>
And so, on that note her finger starts prodding insistently into your rear passage, gliding in with ease due to her excessive lubrication. Which is probably a good thing, as from where you’re lying you can just about spot some of the differently sized eggs, the biggest of which look more like coconuts than anything a chicken could ever lay. First one finger, then two, the girl swirls her digits shallowly around the inside of your anus, slowly scissoring out her fingers to help ensure you’re properly prepared. To your pleasant surprise, she’s actually quite skilled, your <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> cock and hot pussy both swell with excitement<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock swells with excitement<<else>>hot pussy swells with excitement<</if>>, getting quite worked up from the anal attention combined with the presence of so many attractive bunny-girls.
Humming appreciatively, the lead bunny seems to decide that your ass is ready, now able to take a good three fingers into it without issue, slippery with a copious layer of lubrication. Picking up one of the smallest of the eggs and coating it with some extra lube, she begins to press it against your open asshole, the chicken egg sized object entering you with little resistance. The sensation of holding something within your bowels is strange, but the fullness feels rather pleasant, a strange happy warmth building up deep within you.
After the first, she just keeps on shoving them in, emboldened by your moans of sexual fulfilment. The next couple she adds are still small, but, noticing your lack of complaint she begins to pick some of the bigger ones, working up to a couple of rather excessive eggs. Becoming more and more full, your belly swelling out as if you were in the late stages of pregnancy, you start to gurgle with joy, unable to resist feeling oddly great from the weird experience, your sensitive butt-hole quivering with pleasure.
The stuffing finally complete, you’re helped to your feet, your gravid egg-filled belly making you unable of achieving the task on your own. Under the helpful direction of the bunny-girl crew, you begin to do as they suggest, hopping around the faux meadow, squatting when you feel it’s time for one of the eggs to leave your system, normally heralded by a rumbling from within. Depositing the various eggs whilst trying not to be seen by the passers-by wandering around the main recreational plaza, your smile is immense, the absurdity of everything making you laugh at just how funny it all is. Better, after one of the large eggs finally works it way out of you, a firm stretching accompanying it, you can’t help but achieve a long built up orgasm, your <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> cock and needy pussy both quivering with sensation and depositing a gush of your combined fluids on the grass below<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock swelling with sensation and depositing a gush of your cum on the grass below<<else>>wet cunt racing with sensation and depositing a gush of fem-cum on the grass below<</if>>.
The last egg at last free from your body, your stomach returned to normal, you notice that approaching you is the head bunny-girl, an energetic spring in her step, and a strange bright object in her arms. Giggling, she states, <span class="female">"Wow <<if $femininity >0>>Miss<<else>>Sir<</if>>! That was amazing! You really took the spirit of Bunny-Day to heart. There were so many eggs in you, eggs that will now go to hardworking guests and staff to brighten their day. I know it’s not much after all you’ve done for us, but me and the others put together while you were busy and got you something as a thank you. You’ve been so great with us today, something we don’t get a lot, so we felt the need to do something to commemorate all of this"</span>.
Presenting to you what you can now see is a small colourfully wrapped parcel, she continues, <span class="female">"It would mean a lot to us if you’d accept our offering. And … erm, maybe if you could not say anything about exactly what we do for our celebrations too, that would be really nice of you …"</span>.
Taking the gift and unwrapping it on the spot, curious what they could have to offer to you, you unfurl the decorative paper, revealing something soft and made of cloth. Holding onto the corners so that you can properly ascertain what it is, as it disentangles, you realize that it’s a piece of clothing. Covered in a bright flowery print, you realise that the clothing strongly resembles that worn by the bunny-girls, a sort of sleeve and legless bodysuit with delicate lacing on the edges. There’s even a cute little bow-tie and collar piece to it.
Pleased with the gift, even if only because it’s only as a memento of your time helping with Bunny-Day, you give the bunny group a friendly little wave. Not wanting to upset them, especially after seeing how worried they were previously, you calmly respond in a friendly tone, <span class="player">"That was very nice of you all to give me this new outfit. I won’t say anything to anyone about your holidays secrets, it seems to be very important to you all, and was actually pretty fun. Good luck with Bunny-Day"</span>, turning to leave seeing as your business is done.
As you walk away, you hear a happy, <span class="female">"Thank you <<if $femininity >0>>Miss<<else>>Sir<</if>>! Have a good day, and a very merry Bunny-Day!"</span>. Looking over your shoulder, you spot that the chief bunny-girl is waving goodbye, the others meekly returning to their previous task, looking over the egg baskets.
The revelations of Bunny-Day still at the forefront of your mind, you shrug, wondering whether it’s safe to eat any chocolate you find laying around as a result of it, especially after putting some of it there yourself. Your investigation into the odd meadow display complete, you [[return to wandering through the recreational plaza|Recreational Hub]].<<addToWardrobe "Flowery Bunny-Girl Bodysuit">>Deciding that you don’t want to take part in their egg-stuffing activities, you shake your head in disagreement. <span class="player">"Sorry, but I’m not really interested in trying that out … it’s a little odd …"</span>.
Looking a little saddened by your choice, the bunny’s huddle up once more, whispering amongst themselves. Coming to a conclusion, one of the kneeling group members gives their spokesgirl a tug on the wrist, pulling her down to a half kneel so they can inform her of what they were talking about. Nodding along, she smiles, turning back to you, <span class="female">"Thank you for listening to our story <<if $femininity >0>>Miss<<else>>Sir<</if>>. We understand that it’s a strange tradition, but we’re glad that you were interested enough to listen to us explain it. My sisters have talked together, and they’ve told me they want to give you a gift in thanks for lend us your time"</span>.
A small colourfully wrapped parcel handed up to her, she presents it out towards you. <span class="female">"It would mean a lot to us if you’d accept our offering. And … erm, maybe if you could not say anything mean about our celebrations to anyone, that would be really nice too …"</span>.
Taking the gift and unwrapping it on the spot, curious what they could have to offer to you, you unfurl the decorative paper, revealing something soft and made of cloth. Holding onto the corners so that you can properly ascertain what it is, as it disentangles, you realize that it’s a piece of clothing. Covered in a bright flowery print, you realise that the clothing strongly resembles that worn by the bunny-girls, a sort of sleeve and legless bodysuit with delicate lacing on the edges. There’s even a cute little bow-tie and collar piece to it.
Pleased with the gift, even if only because it’s something for free that you didn’t have to work for, you give the bunny group a friendly little wave. Not wanting to upset them, especially after seeing how worried they were previously, you calmly respond in a friendly tone, <span class="player">"That was very nice of you all to give me this new outfit. I won’t say anything mean to anyone about your holiday, it seems to be very important to you all. Good luck with Bunny-Day"</span>, turning to leave seeing as your business is done.
As you walk away, you hear a happy, <span class="female">"Thank you <<if $femininity >0>>Miss<<else>>Sir<</if>>! Have a good day, and a very merry Bunny-Day!"</span>. Looking over your shoulder, you spot that the chief bunny-girl is waving goodbye, the others meekly returning to their previous task, looking over the egg baskets.
The revelations of Bunny-Day still at the forefront of your mind, you shrug, wondering whether it’s safe to eat any chocolate you find laying around as a result of it. Your investigation into the odd meadow display complete, you [[return to wandering through the recreational plaza|Recreational Hub]].As you pass through the administrative hub, you spot something quite out of the ordinary. Over to one side, a lot less flashy than anything else you can see in the opulent and meticulously designed admin wing, you notice a small hand-painted banner which reads, <span class="neutral">"Happy Bunny-Day!"</span>. Beneath the temporary sign, you can also make out a folding table, bedecked with multi-coloured eggs in baskets, a pair of exceptionally high-spirited bunny-girls manning the station.
Wandering over to the counter, you cheerfully greet the two girls, <span class="player">"Hello. I was just wondering what all this Bunny-Day stuff is about, if that’s okay to ask?"</span>, waiting patiently for their response.
<span class="female">"Greetings <<if $femininity >= 0>>Miss<<else>>Sir<</if>>! Of course, we’d love to tell you more about the wonders of Bunny-Day!"</span>, giggles the first girl, a pretty brunette with matching ears and tail, continuing, <span class="female">"Well <<if $femininity >= 0>>Miss<<else>>Sir<</if>>, you see, Bunny-Day is the celebration of the first bunny-girl. We still don’t know the full details, but the legend tells of how she was so beautiful and kind that she used to give out chocolate to everyone. Plus, she really liked Spring, as it’s the obviously nicest time of year, so we celebrate her good deeds by giving out chocolate in Spring. Also, eggs have something to do with it, which is why we make the chocolate egg shaped. Have to say <<if $femininity >= 0>>Miss<<else>>Sir<</if>>, I’ve never been sure about the egg part, but it’s a really nice tradition, so the facility masters allow us to spread our joy with everyone. So, would you like to try some bunny chocolate?"</span>.
Beaming with happiness, the first bunny starts gathering one of the colourfully wrapped chocolate eggs, presenting it to you. Meanwhile, the second bunny-girl, a slightly quieter red-head coughs slightly, saying in barely more than a whisper, <span class="female">"I’m sorry <<if $femininity >=0>>Miss<<else>>Sir<</if>>, but as you’re a trainee I think there may be side effects to eating the chocolate. Others of our sisterhood have previously made comment on those eating the chocolate who’ve undergone the treatment sometimes undergo bunny-like changes. I believe it’s something concocted by the facility masters to help swell out the bunny-girl ranks, though I can’t say for sure on that. That said, the offer is certainly open, we wouldn’t want to decline you our hospitality, especially on Bunny-Day"</span>.
Possibilities going through your mind, it feels like eating the likely tainted chocolate might be a bad idea, at least if you want to stay the same as you are now. However, maybe they’re joking with you, and who knows, you could get some really nice free changes if they actually are telling the truth. Either way, it doesn’t seem like the bunny-girls themselves have any malice towards you and eating the chocolate would probably make them very happy. Weighing up matters and looking down at the delicious looking offered chocolate, you could [[give in and try it out|Admin Hub Seasonal Bunny Chocolate Main]].Delicious chocolatey scents wafting across your senses, you just can’t resist taking them up on their offer. Reaching out eagerly, your fingers grasp around the slightly larger than chicken egg sized chocolate treat, the cool foil wrapping shimmering in the light. Looking over the other brightly coloured delicacies, you do notice that your own is one of the smallest they have, dwarfed by some of the bigger coconut and melon equivalent options, but guess that given your status in the facility it’s probably lucky you’re getting any at all.
Grinning happily as you unpeel the treat, you tell the pair, <span class="player">"Thank you for the chocolate! Happy Bunny-Day!"</span>, quickly unveiling the chocolate treasure from its protective exterior.
Sniffing at the aromatic chocolate, you’re unable to hold back your giddy joy, such wonderful treats being gifted to you massively brightening your day. In the back of your mind you know that there may be consequences to eating it, but you can’t bring yourself to really care, your desire to luxuriate in its taste just way too high. And so, ravenously, you descend upon your egg, practically devouring it in a single mouthful.
Humming with glee, you savour the sweet flavour, feeling so great and relaxed that you could almost forget that you ever ended up in the facility. Deep down you feel warm and tingly, your stomach practically purring happily at its luxurious contents. Watching with polite smiles, the brunette bunny girl starts to respond, before becoming more nervous. <span class="female">"You’re welcome, Bunny-Da … oh my, I think <<if $femininity < 50>>it’s doing something to you <<if $femininity >= 0>>Miss<<else>>Sir<</if>>. You look very pretty though, much more delicate …<<else>>you’re largely unaffected <<if $femininity >= 0>>Miss<<else>>Sir<</if>>. You look very pretty, so maybe that’s why …<</if>>"</span>, her expression quite contrite.
Looking yourself over, you <<if $femininity <50>><<set $femininity += 20>>do look a little softer and more delicate than you previously remember, your hands daintier and more slender. Taking greater stock of yourself, it seems to be a pretty sizable shift, the chocolates influence a strong one.<<else>>don’t feel any different, just tingly and warm still. Then again, if the chocolate was supposed to turn you into a bunny-girl, then maybe it already considers you feminine enough.<</if>>
Deciding that things can’t get much worse now, you plop the last chunk of the sweet in your mouth, letting it slowly melt away on your tongue. The flickering heat redoubling in strength, making you feel cared for like an intimate cuddle, the tingling growing stronger, you hear the red-headed bunny girl gasp. Your head turning this way and that, it takes you a moment to realize that you’re actually glowing, your skin lit up with a light sparkling quality.
<<if $ears != 3>><<set $ears = 3>>Her mouth open in a wide gape, the ginger girl lets out a quiet, <span class="female">"<<if $femininity >= 0>>Miss<<else>>Sir<</if>>, I’m not sure how to say it, but you’ve got a pair of bunny-girl ears atop your head. They look very cute … you know … if that helps … please don’t be cross"</span>. Fumbling with your hands wildly, you can quickly confirm her claim, feeling a pair of fuzzy long ears erupting out of the top of your head.<<elseif $tail != 3>><<set $tail = 3>> Her mouth open in a wide gape, the ginger girl lets out a quiet, <span class="female">"<<if $femininity >= 0>>Miss<<else>>Sir<</if>>, I’m not sure how to say it, but you’ve got a bunny-girl tail, coming out just above your bottom. It looks very cute … you know … if that helps … please don’t be cross"</span>. Fumbling with your hands wildly, you can quickly confirm her claim, feeling a pair of fuzzy little tail erupting out the base of your spin, just above your <<checkAss>> rear.<<else>> Her mouth open in a wide gape, the ginger girl lets out a quiet, <span class="female">"<<if $femininity >= 0>>Miss<<else>>Sir<</if>>, I’m not sure how to say it, but I can’t see any change. That is … you know … other than the glowing. Maybe it’s because you already have a bunny-girl tail and ears, so it can’t find anything else to change"</span>. Fumbling with your hands wildly, you can quickly confirm her claim, unable to find anything that feels different.<</if>>
Tensely, you wait a minute or so longer, seeing if anything else will happen, but thankfully the chocolates effects seem to have come to an end, your glow dissipating steadily until it’s completely gone. The brunette, leaving her positions beside the table, even takes this moment to inspect you closer, her eyes wide with excitement, <span class="female">"I know that my bunny-sister thinks that it’s something the facility does, but I don’t <<if $femininity >=0>>Miss<<else>>Sir<</if>>. I think it’s a Bunny-Day miracle, brought upon you by the great bunny-girl herself! Why else would you be all glow-y and cute? That sounds like bunny-girl festive magic to me!"</span>.
Noticing the other girl roll her eyes at her sisters comment, you try your best to offer them a pleasant goodbye, knowing how skittish the bunny-girls seem to be. Waving at them politely, you tell the pair, <span class="player">"Thank you for the chocolate, and I hope you have a good Bunny-Day. I’ve got to go now, but hopefully you’ll have lots of people come to your booth"</span>.
The two both giving you a polite curtsy in return, the brunette still over excited from what happened to you, you turn to leave. The chocolate finished, and the bunny-girls thanked, you [[return to walking through the administrative hub|Admin Hub]].Nodding at your selection, Stein looks at you, his demeanour momentarily less harsh and more reassuring, <span class="male">"Don't worry. I have a business partner who’s been looking for a pocket-slave for a while. Him and his girlfriend have wanted a pet, but they’ve been rather picky about owning one who used to be a criminal. I think you’ll do nicely"</span>, with one last nod at you, you find yourself collapsing asleep on the desk.
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You awaken, with a start, your consciousness returning suddenly and startlingly. More than anything, the root of your confused shock is the tight confined, and largely featureless confines that you find yourself in. Hands awkwardly raised to your chest, you feel cold metal beneath your fingers, the cylindrical prison you find yourself stuck in comprised of a shiny chrome material. That is, except for the room, which instead is a dim array of LED lights, emitting a dim glow upon what little you can see.
Shifting uncomfortably, you try to find an escape, a door or panel of some sort, though sadly the walls seem to be seamless and unyielding, your knuckles tapping against it with a solid thud. Not sure what to do, you shout, <span class="female">"Hello, er … is there anyone out there? I seem to be stuck, can someone help?"</span>, your prospects of aid seeming rather bleak.
Bzzzzt!
Above you, the light flickers much brighter, changing in shade to a blue hue. The light humming loudly, much like an old florescent lightbulb, your nerves begin to play up, the irritating noise made all the worse by your confined environment.
Though, as you hold your hand up to the wall, taking a deep breath, things start to feel a little better. No longer feeling as claustrophobic, the tube feeling bigger than it did before, you lean back against a section of it, closing your eyes for a second to re-center yourself. As you open them though, a worried shock flows through you, your mind processing that something seems to be wrong. That’s when you realize, the room literally does seem to be growing larger, the roof now at least twice as high as it was before.
Collapsing down to the floor in panic, you only unnerve yourself further, realizing that you can now sit on the floor with your knees pulled towards you, something that you couldn’t imagine possible when you first entered. The light still glowing its strange blue radiance down upon you, you think over what is going on, coming to the obvious conclusion that the tube isn’t growing larger, you’re growing smaller!
Now fully able to sprawl out on the cold floor of the tube without touching the walls, you begin to breath heavily, anxiety of the world being so much bigger than you can handle washing over you. As you hyperventilate, your vision begins to blur, a groggy tiredness overcoming you. Your eyelashes fluttering, you enter a rather restless sleep spurred on by your panicked fainting.
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Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you let out a loud yawn, nervous energy coursing through you. However, awakening to find yourself sat at a rather picturesque dining room table, you rub your temples in confusion. Did you just have a nightmare? You wonder to yourself, still coming too from your uncomfortable rest sitting on the innately carved wooden chair.
Getting up, your brain still processing everything, you wander over to the fridge, intent on searching through it for something refreshing to wake you up. Oddly, upon opening it, instead of what you expect to find, that being some degree of stocked fridge, the contents are in reality just a cardboard sheet with food skilfully painted upon it.
Turning to a nearby cupboard you try to open it up instead, not sure what is going on, but growing increasingly frustrated. Again, much to your irritation, the cupboards contents are instead a two-dimensional facsimile, almost as if you’ve woken up in a kitchen show-room at a large department store rather than the real thing.
A deep rumble, accompanied by a loud scratching sound fills you with terror. The room shaking as if an earthquake had struck, none of the kitchen appliances moving an inch, you fumble about on the floor, taking cover beneath the sturdy dining table. Situated as you are, you can’t help but let out a small squeal of fright, watching as the front wall of the house is sheered straight off and pulled away.
<span class="female">"Eeeeee! Paul <<if $femininity >= 0>>she’s<<else>>he’s<</if>> perfect! I just want to give our little pet a great big cuddle. But … I think <<if $femininity >= 0>>she’s<<else>>he’s<</if>> a bit skittish, look <<if $femininity >= 0>>she’s<<else>>he’s<</if>> hiding under the table"</span>, bellows a gargantuan female figure, the head of which is currently peering in through the now missing wall.
The giant woman puling back, you can see a massive living room beyond her, everything scaled up for the immense inhabitant who towers over you so. Coming beside her, looking you over too, you notice a man, likely the Paul she was referring to.
Hugging her affectionately, he responds, <span class="male">"Now honey, you know what the pamphlet said. Pets always are going to be a little scared, being in a new home and all. However, when <<if $femininity >=0>>she<<else>>he<</if>> gets used to their new habitat, they’ll brighten up immensely. I know that you want to play with it, but we should probably let <<if $femininity >=0>>her<<else>>him<</if>> settle in first"</span>, his tone stern yet caring.
<span class="player">"Hey, please let me out!"</span>, you cry out, scrambling beneath the table, but from their amused expressions and cooing, you guess that they either can’t really hear you, or that they don’t care.
Stumbling back into the chair you woke up in, you rest your head in your hands, worried about what the future has in store for you. Drained from the truth or your situation, you drift off into a quick nap, hoping that things are better upon waking up.
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Six months later:
As you suckle the tip of the huge water bottle, the spout of which is hidden in the kitchen closet, you hear you sense your owners once again pulling aside the front of your cage. Finishing up your drink, you eagerly move to a better position to be seen, looking forward to their attentions.
If someone had told you that you’d look forward to seeing those terrifying giants when you first arrived you would have laughed, but since then things have changed immensely. Your doll-house like home is comfortable, and the food and drink dispensers are always kept fully stocked with fresh contents. But, despite your relatively relaxed life, you do find yourself getting quite bored when you’re left on your own too long.
In the early days of your acquisition you contemplated escape, noticing that your owners often kept the front wall removed so they could watch you better. However, testing the boundaries of your prison, you soon discovered that there seemed to be some sort of barrier keeping you in, maybe a clear glass pane or some sort of forcefield. Even then, you don’t know what you’d do if you did escape, being as tiny as you are.
Instead, you grew closer to the gargantuan pair as time went on, dependent on them for food and care. Paul and Denise turned out to be rather sweet, though you’ve had real trouble trying to communicate with them, your voice just not loud enough for them to fully understand. But, they do watch your reactions, even if they often misinterpret them in the condescending tone of someone talking to a family pet.
Still, they take you out and let you watch TV with them. TV when you’re tiny turned out to be a real treat, like a movie theatre to yourself. And that’s not mentioning when they give you normal people food. A single popcorn is now all you need and then some, whilst the thin slice of cake you were given for Denise’s birthday lasted you for days. One time they even let you help with baking, and you took the chance to swim around in a bowl of chocolate icing, which thankfully they found amusing and endearing.
You’ve even gotten used to the petting, especially after they realized how soft they needed to be when they stroked your diminutive form. It’s so relaxing, like getting a massage sort of.
<span class="male">"We’ve got a special surprise for you $firstName!"</span>, you hear echoed around the room by Paul, shaking you back to paying attention. Laughing at your seemingly cute reaction, your owner continues, <span class="male">"We noticed how lonely you get. After all, me and Denise both have jobs, so you have to contend with a good eight hours without us to look after you. We talked about getting you a tiny TV for your house, but we’re still trying to find someone to make one. Until then … or more to say, as well as that, we though we could get you a little friend to keep you company"</span>.
The massive manicured hands of Denise approaching your room, you take a step back, not necessarily worried, but always cautious due to your fragile state. Her hand unfurling, you watch as she deposits a cloth bundle before you. Strangely though, the bundle seems to be … moving?
<<if $sexualPreference != 2>>A face, filled with a terrified and confused expression pokes out from beneath the blanket, her eyes darting around wildly. Slowly crawling out of it, she looks at you pleadingly. Despite her dishevelled condition, mostly brought upon by her fear and distress, she’s most certainly a very feminine woman, a pretty one too. With long flowing red hair, and a few smatterings of freckles, you certainly could grow used to her presence.
<span class="female">"Please, I don’t know where I am! I was charged of shoplifting, and then the judge had me knocked out, and then I was all tangled up … and, and, and there were these giant people. I didn’t steal anything, but they wouldn’t listen. But … but, you seem normal … can you help me?"</span>, she stutters, cuddling up to your leg for comfort.<<else>>A face, filled with a terrified and confused expression pokes out from beneath the blanket, his eyes darting around wildly. Slowly crawling out of it, he looks at you pleadingly. Despite his dishevelled condition, mostly brought upon by his fear and distress, he’s most certainly a very masculine man, a handsome one too. With long flowing blond hair, and some amazingly muscled pecs, you certainly could grow used to his presence.
<span class="male">"Please, I don’t know where I am! I was charged of shoplifting, and then the judge had me knocked out, and then I was all tangled up … and, and, and there were these giant people. I didn’t steal anything, but they wouldn’t listen. But … but, you seem normal … can you help me?"</span>, he asks, cuddling up to your leg for comfort.<</if>>
<span class="female">"See babe, they’re getting on well already. I bet if we left them along for an hour we’d come back to them <i>really</i> getting to know each other. I think this was a great idea, and who knows what could happen. Oh, they just look so lovely together!"</span>, squeals Denise, jumping about with glee, whilst Paul laughs at her antics.
Comforting your new housemate, you realize that there’s only one bed for the both of you to share, something you’ll have to bring up soon. But, first, you’ll have to catch them up to speed. Hopefully you really will hit it off, having someone to enjoy your time with could make this whole situation that much better. As it is, you’re actually quite happy, your shrinking only a tiny repercussion to your actions compared to some of the other results you could have had. For now though, you have things to do, Paul putting the front of your cage back on to give you some peace as you help your new equally tiny friend get acquainted with life as a miniature pet.
Ending 7: Tiny Repercussions
<<click "Restart?">><<script>>UI.restart()<</script>><</click>>Nodding at your selection, Stein looks at you, his demeanour momentarily less harsh and more reassuring, <span class="male">"An odd choice, but one I hope that works out for you. The business lounge for the executives has been looking for a few pieces to tie the room together, I’ll put in a good word for you with them. Maybe Finances will keep you in house, we keep good care of our things, so you’d probably be better off. But, then again, it’s probably not worth worrying about on your end, you just need to sleep"</span>, with one last nod at you, you find yourself collapsing asleep on the desk.
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Consciousness flooding back into you, you immediately realize that you’re still completely paralyzed. Looking up, the only position you can look, frozen in place as you are, you find yourself looking at a reflection of your naked body lying upon the floor. The mirrored roof giving you a clearer picture of where you are, you seem to be in a tiny reflective room, your back against and admittedly comfortable spongey mat.
Whistling, you’re alerted to the presence of a man entering the room, but due to your state, are completely unable to vocalize any pleas for help. Instead, you watch as he approaches, a paint roller like object in hand, its surface covered in something black and tar-like. Eyeing you up, he mumbles to himself, <span class="male">"Don’t you worry, I’ll have you latex-ed and folded before you know it. Stan knows his stuff! Employee of the month, here I come!"</span>.
And so, Stan begins to run the odd paint-roller style object over your legs, manipulating your yielding leg so that he can reach every nook and cranny. You’re terrified of what he’s applying to your <<checkSkin>> form, but as it settles, creating a shiny black layer over your legs, they just feel amazing. Every touch feels practically orgasmic, and you get the feeling that if he lingered upon you then his touch would may you cum hard almost immediately.
Bending your legs at the knee so that your knees point up but your heels touch your <<checkAss>> ass, he puts another layer around your legs, fusing them into the new permanently kneeling position. Continuing on, he works his way up your chest, paying special attention to your <<if $tail !=0>>tail, <</if>><<if $penis && $vagina>>wanton cunt and <<checkPenis>> cock<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock<<else>>wanton cunt<</if>>, and your <<if $breastSize == 0>>breast-less chest sporting a pair of <<checkNipple>> nipples<<else>><<checkBreast boobs sporting a pair of <<checkNipple>> nipples<</if>>, all of which are smoothed over by the mysterious black latex.
Dealing with your arms in a similar way to your legs, your hands fused with your shoulders, and your elbows facing the sky, Stan makes steady process in converting you into living furniture. Worse, by now you’re starting to feel unimaginably horny. You’re not sure how sex would even work now, your crotch obscured as it is, but you still feel like there’s something down there.
Moving on, to your neck, your handler has to leave for a moment, returning with a set of barber’s clippers. Vibrating loudly, he runs it across your <<checkHair>> $hairColour hair, shearing your head completely bold, even going so far as to remove your eyebrows. The remnants of your previous hair littering the floor about you, you take your last look at your latex covered and bold form, Stan running the roller across your face and plunging you into complete and terrifying darkness.
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Six months later:
It’s hard to comment on your life since becoming human furniture, your senses largely removed by the process. You don’t taste, or smell, at least nothing but the strange goopey latex that floods your mouth that sits upon the background of your senses. You can’t see, and your hearing is incredibly muffled. In fact, when you’re not in use, you seem to just go into a sort of sleep mode, only waking upon the next bout of physical contact.
You wouldn’t even know it had been six months if someone hadn’t been talking about you, the weight of what you can only guess is a pair of legs resting upon your back. Gathering what intel you can from your position, resting on your heavily cushioned elbows and knees, you get the feeling that you’re used as a footstool, or maybe a coffee table.
The chatter by your users is normally pretty business-like, interspersed with office gossip. More so, you’ve heard mention of The Repurposing Center, and of their higher ups, so you get the impression that you might have been kept in-house like the man had once told you, a gift to the corporate big wigs to amuse them.
But, really, none of that matters. The only thing that matters is how wonderful you feel when someone comes into contact with you. If only they knew how orgasmic every second of being caressed and used came off as, then maybe they’d want to become one too. As it is, you can barely think when someone is pressing down on you, and seeing as you’re only awake when in use, it doesn’t make it easy for you to do much thinking at all.
Instead, stuck in your permanent position, your senses restrained to that of pleasure and latex you wait and enjoy. Despite the haze of pleasure, you have heard news that makes you feel that things might get better. A muffled voice sounded like it said that they were going to put fixed sentences on human furniture punishments, giving you the possibility of eventual freedom.
All being considered though, seeing as your life is an endless torrent of sensation and orgasms, would you really want to stop being an ornament for the rich and powerful?
Ending 8: Corporate Footstool
<<click "Restart?">><<script>>UI.restart()<</script>><</click>>Nodding at your selection, Stein looks at you, his demeanour momentarily less harsh and more reassuring, <span class="male">"I can’t tell if you’re choosing this one because you think it’ll get on my good side, or because of some mistaken patriotism. As it is, I can’t say I consider it a particularly smart choice, but if you had any skill at decision making you probably wouldn’t have ended up here in the first place. Still, I hope it works out for you"</span>, with one last nod at you, you find yourself collapsing asleep on the desk.
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Consciousness flooding back into you, despite the pitch-black state of your surroundings, you immediately realize that you’re still completely paralyzed. Attempting to call out for help, it also seems that your face is in an equal frozen state, an odd presence currently residing within your mouth. Poking you tongue about, one of the few things that seem to still be under your control, you taste a rather foul rubbery textured object beneath your tongue, running in a circle around the entrance to your mouth. Your mind spinning, you wonder with some worry whether you’re currently gagged.
Taking stock of your situation, you can still feel your extremities, but are completely stuck in place, unable to even wiggle about. What you can surmise though is that you’re in a position as if you were on all fours, a soft presence conforming to your stomach and <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> breasts<</if>>, holding you in place. Further, your arms and legs seem to be completely confined, everything from the elbow and knee down firmly encased in something unyielding that you’re yet to see. Lastly, you’re sure that you can feel something clamped around your <<checkAss>> bum, a slight breeze crossing your <<if $vagina && $penis>>asshole and pussy, your <<checkPenis>> cock separately bound<<elseif $penis>>asshole, your <<checkPenis>> cock separately bound<<else>>asshole and pussy<</if>>.
A faint glimmer of light springing to life barely an inch in front of your face, you’re startled, but with your current state you’re unable to do anything but lay there and take it. Now able to see minorly, you can just about make out the tiny box-like room that you’re trapped in, the only item of interest the screen which has just lit up before you. It does, however, let you see that your mouth is indeed locked into the front wall, the purpose of which you can nervously guess.
<span class="neutral">"Welcome to ‘The Government Sanctioned Gloryhole’ designation #AE8L2. You’ve likely just awoken and are slowly becoming accustomed to your new situation. We here at ‘The Government Agency For Slave Distribution’ are glad to inform you that your gloryhole box is complete with a number of modern conveniences which should make your foreseeable future significantly more comfortable. Built with all the amenities necessary for your comfort, you’ll be fed three times a day, along with additional work nutrition, and will be unavailable for 9 hours a day, that being two 30-minute breaks and an 8-hour resting period. Additionally, no expense has been spared to ensure that bodily deterioration will not occur, the resting platform you are secured to having state of the art medical, heating, cooling, and massaging capabilities to ensure your continued health and productiveness"</span>, explains a mystery voice emanating from all around you, a slightly robotic and monotone inflection to how it speaks. Meanwhile, the screen actually subtitles the entire speech, allowing you to reread the statements at a more leisurely pace.
Continuing, the voice goes on to say, <span class="neutral">"At this current time you may be in some degree of emotional distress, having woken up immobile in a strange new location. We understand your concerns and have done our best to accommodate your future happiness during your extended time with us. As such, during your time at #AE8l2 you’ll be given the chance to comply with your daily duties. Compliance will lead to a wide array of privilages being assigned to you, including greater mobility, television time, and a more comfortable holding space. Whilst disobedience will lead to punishment, reduced rations, cold showers, reduced sleep, and an increased daily quota of usage. To achieve benefitial status, it is imperative that you begin by using your tongue <<if $vagina>>, vaginal and anal<<else>>and anal<</if>> muscles to better pleasure your clients. You may also be offered the opportunity to work past your daily quota. Achieving your maximum quota will allow you increased relaxation time to recover. Your current listed quota is … 47 USAGES! With all that in mind, we hope your stay with is a pleasant one!"</span>, and on that note, the screen sticks on the tally of 47, the number 7 rolling down into a 6 before your very eyes.
Slightly confused, you’re not left long to think before <<if $sexualPreference !=1>>a sweaty object rubs against your tongue. A salty taste and a hefty presence resting briefly in your mouth, you’re pretty sure that someone has their cock in your mouth. Meanwhile, as the screen ticker changes once again, now turning to 45, you begin to feel meaty fingers running across your sensitive anus.<<else>>a sweaty presence presses up against your wide open mouth. Mashed so close, you taste a salty wetness in the air, what you can only guess is a vagina. Meanwhile, as the screen ticker changes once again now turning to 45, you begin to feel delicate fingers running across your sensitive anus.<</if>>
Gulping nervously, you know that you need to make a decision how you’re going to react to all this, but put on the spot as you are, it’s to figure out what’s the best choice.
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Six months later:
Waking up to another morning alarm, you let out a deep yawn. As <<if $submission <= 10>>cold water sprays down upon you, your current privileges note including warm water<<else>>warm water sprays down up you, your current privileges thankfully including warm water<</if>>, you see the screen flicker to life with a jaunty morning tune. Pressing your face forward to suck at the breakfast pipe, the thick sludge pumping into your mouth as quick as you can swallow, you still can’t help but grimace a bit at the taste, even after all this time. Shrugging, you suppose that at least the lunch gruel tastes sort of food-like.
Numbers and details flooding the screen, you notice that today is your six-month anniversary to being interned within your gloryhole prison. Thinking of your time confined, you shudder at some of the early days. <<if $submission <=-40>>Uncompromising, you of course resisted for a long time, remaining an unwilling partner in your trysts. Subjected to regular cold showers, electric shocks, rougher clients, and incredible boredom, they threw their best at you and still couldn’t break you.
Eventually though, approached by a flustered administrator, you came to a deal. Annoyed at your non-compliance, he offered you slightly better treatment and minor mobility in exchange for you pretending to play along when his superiors check in. As much as the thought of embarrassing him in such instances puts a smile on your face, you know that the benefit to your situation is worth the minor inconvenience. After all, being able to move your head and getting TV time really does make everything feel that much more bearable.<<elseif $submission <=10>>Stubborn, you resisted for a while, unwilling to participate in your befoulment by the various sweaty and unclean clients that were thrown your way. However, subjected to cold showers, electric shocks, rougher clients, and incredible boredom, you quickly capitulated, not willing to subject yourself unnecessarily to such abuse.
Things very quickly become much more bearable, the ability to move your head and watch TV helping ease you through the days. More so, now that you’ve become accustomed to it, the clients aren’t all bad. They might be a little rough and smelly, but you get enough of them that you regularly orgasm from their usage. All in all, things are a lot better than when you first arrived.<<else>>Despite your compliance, things were still extremely rough for you. Some of your clients were just jerks, pressing the complaint button to give you electric shocks even when you did your best. Further, the confinement and boredom weighed heavily on you, making your life very uncomfortable.
Thankfully, your natural submissiveness shone through, and soon your efforts were recognised by the admins. Given TV privileges within the first week, and free movement of your head within your box cell, you soon felt much happier about your life. Given the chance to really perform, you put your all into pleasing your clients, leading to a lot of orgasms for you in return. Better, after they noticed just how brilliant a glory-hole slave you were, the admins actually moved you to a better spot, your new surrounds practically luxurious.
The place has to be at least twice as large, you can speak, you have TV and internet access, you even get to use your hands much to your visitors joy. Whilst you can’t receive pay, you were given a tip jar as part of a new government initiative, from which you can purchase small comforts for yourself. It might not seem much to people on the outside, but your collection of stuffed toys, your blanket, and your juice bottle brighten your day immensely. You’ve even heard that the administrator for the gloryhole uses your image to promote the place, so popular are you.<</if>>
Of course, as the number 43 arrives onto the screen before you, you know what you need to do. No matter how many privileges you acquire, you know one thing to be true. To the many clients you attend you’re just another set of holes in the wall.
Ending 9: A Hole In A Wall
<<click "Restart?">><<script>>UI.restart()<</script>><</click>>As you begin preparing for bed, a knocking at your door disturbs your actions. Letting herself in, you see the familiar form of your caretaker Aunt Mildred. With greying hair and a prodigious set of breasts, the middle-aged woman is dressed in a long sleeved floor-length brown dress, an impeccably clean apron tied off in front of it.
<span class= "female">"Hello dear. I can’t stay long, just checking in. I hope that you’re not feeling too down about your time here at the facility. I just thought I should come and see you, give you a big goodnight kiss from your Aunt Mildred, so you know that someone is thinking of you. Though, there is something else I might need to talk to you a bit about"</span>, explains the matronly woman in an unusually worried tone, her expression filled with kindly warmth towards you, along with the slightest hint of nervousness. Passing further into the room, she takes a moment to straighten out your covers, fluffing your pillows in an almost automatic manner, her gaze unfocused as if she’s thinking hard.
A little confused by her visit you respond, <span class="player">"Thank you Aunt Mildred. It’s nice that you’ve come to wish me a goodnight. You seem a little uneasy, what did you need to talk to me about?"</span>. As you thank the woman, you continue to watch on as she moves things about, getting increasingly agitated as you wait to hear what she has to say. From the look on her face, you gather she’s trying to figure out exactly what to say, something she’s obviously not having an easy time with as she continues to tidy your quarters.
<span class="female">"That’s very sweet of you to say dear"</span>, she starts absentmindedly before snapping out of her state. Sighing, she continues, <span class="female">"You really are very adorable. Sorry for getting distracted there, your dear Aunt Mildred has a lot on her mind. You see, I had my boss talk to me about your case today. He’s very nice, but he seems to think you need to … broaden your horizons. After looking over your nightly reports from me, he seems to have gotten it into his head that you’d be well suited for <<if ($diaperMessingPlay || $diaperWettingPlay) && $abdlPlay>>trying out either working for the Little Land Nursery or getting some diaper training. He said that he really strongly suggests that you check one of them out, and that if you want to look into the nursery then it’s best to head down there in the Fetish Plaza and talk to the manager. He was very insistent, but you’d only have to give it a little try to appease him. I know it might not be what you had in mind for your time in here, but spending a few hours on this could save you a lot of bother down the road dear.<<elseif $abdlPlay>>trying out working for the Little Land Nursery. He said that he really strongly suggests that you check it out, and that if you decide to look into the nursery then it’s best to head down there in the Fetish Plaza and talk to the manager. He was very insistent, but you’d only have to give it a little try to appease him. I know it might not be what you had in mind for your time in here, but spending a few hours in the nursery could save you a lot of bother down the road dear.<<elseif ($diaperMessingPlay || $diaperWettingPlay)>>trying out some diaper training. He said that he really strongly suggests that you check it out. He was very insistent, but you’d only have to give the training a little try to appease him. I know it might not be what you had in mind for your time in here, but spending a few hours on that could save you a lot of bother down the road dear.<</if>>. Now, I know that’s a lot to take in, so if you have anything you need to ask then I’m here for you"</span>, she explains sadly, closing in on you warmly as if to comfort you.
Not entirely sure how to respond, the upset looking Aunt Mildred almost right in front of you, you ask, <span class="player">"But, what if I don’t want to check any of that out?"</span>, trying your best not to sound obstinate or stand-offish, as you don’t want to make your carer feel any worse than she already seems to.
<span class="female">"I’m not sure dear, he might put you on some sort of punishment detail or something like that. He’s well known for dealing harshly with ‘naughty’ trainees under his assignment. Like I mentioned earlier, I feel it might be easiest just to play along and appease him a little. That’s not too hard is it sweetheart?"</span>, she answers, patting you atop the head sweetly, if not a little condescendingly.
Now cheerier than she was before, the weight of her message no longer bothering her, you watch her smile warmly to you. <span class="female">"But, on that point, I sadly have to be off. I’ve got so much paperwork to handle you wouldn’t believe. So, before I go I’ll need to give you that goodnight kiss to cheer me up through the evenings work"</span>, she explains, closing in on you once more.
Giving you a quick hug and a chaste motherly kiss to the forehead, Aunt Mildred begins to depart, not giving you time to push for further information. <span class="female">"Sorry about this being such a sombre visit dear, but I’ve really got to be going. You get yourself a good night’s sleep, and if you’re ever feeling down or lonely then remember that I’ll be back around before too long. And remember, you’d probably be best checking out <<if ($diaperMessingPlay || $diaperWettingPlay) && $abdlPlay>>some diaper training or the Little Land Nursery<<elseif $abdlPlay>>the Little Land Nursery<<elseif ($diaperMessingPlay || $diaperWettingPlay)>>some diaper training<</if>>, though there’s no pressure from me if you don’t feel up to it. Anyway, see you later sweetheart"</span>.
The older woman now left, you begin getting prepared for bed again, feeling anxious about the bombshell she just dropped. Whilst it’s oddly nice to know that she’s seems to be on your side, the looming threat of punishment from some higher up in the facility doesn’t put you at ease. Taking a moment to relax yourself, you push the thoughts to the back of your mind and get back to readying yourself for sleep.
<<include [[ABDL Trainer End]]>>As you begin preparing for bed, a knocking at your door disturbs your actions. Letting herself in, you see the familiar form of your caretaker Aunt Mildred. With greying hair and a prodigious set of breasts, the middle-aged woman is dressed in a long sleeved floor-length brown dress, an impeccably clean apron tied off in front of it.
<span class= "female">"Hello dear. I’m sorry to say, but I have a personal complaint towards you from my boss. He’s disappointed about your progress here, especially seeing as you haven’t yet looked into <<if ($diaperMessingPlay || $diaperWettingPlay) && $abdlPlay>>some diaper training or the Little Land Nursery<<elseif $abdlPlay>>the Little Land Nursery<<elseif ($diaperMessingPlay || $diaperWettingPlay)>>some diaper training<</if>>. I haven’t seen him that cross in a long while, after all this is done I think it really might help to give it some serious consideration, mend some bridges like a good <<if $femininity >= 0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>>"</span>, explains the matronly woman in an unusually sombre tone, her expression filled with kindly warmth towards you, along with the slightest hint of worry. Passing further into the room, she takes a moment to straighten out your covers, fluffing your pillows in an almost automatic manner, her gaze turning to you as you once again become the center of her focus.
A little worried by her statement, you respond, <span class="player">"But, Aunt Mildred, I’m going to be okay, aren’t I?"</span>, finding the situation hard to read.
<span class="female">"Well $firstName, I think so, but I can’t be entirely sure. He’s … he’s tasked me with giving you a little punishment, so that you learn from this situation to obey orders from the people who look after you. It’s not the best situation, but at least it’s quick, and maybe you’ll feel better afterwards, like you’ve made up for being naughty"</span>, she answers absentmindedly, her hand on your back slowly ushering you over towards the bed.
Sighing, she continues, <span class="female">"You really are very adorable, but I can’t let that stand in the way today. Now, I was left to think up what your punishment would be, and I’ve decided on something that I feel is fair but won’t be seen as too lenient. I’m going to give you 10 open handed spanks on that misbehaving tushy of yours. It might sound a little scary, but I’m here for you dear, and it’s a lot less than anything that any of my co-workers would give you"</span>, she explains sadly, patting your head softly in a comforting manner.
Knowing that you don’t really have a choice, the consequences of disobeying a direct order from a facility staff member likely to be much worse, you yield to her actions, offering only a quiet, <span class="player">"You don’t have to"</span>, as she sits down on your bed, pulling you smoothly over her knee in a surprisingly fluid motion.
Swept across her lap, you let out a short yelp, your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> boobs<</if>> pressed warmly against your soft covers. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>Giving you a moment to get comfortable, slowly and with care, Aunt Mildred parts and rearranges your $currentClothing, giving her unimpeded access to your behind.<<else>> Giving you a moment to get comfortable, slowly and with care, Aunt Mildred checks you over, tutting slightly at your lack of clothing <</if>> As your <<checkAss>> bottom, clad in <<if $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>your $currentUnderwear<<else>>nothing, completely bare to the world,<</if>> waves temptingly in the air, about to receiving its punishment, you hear your carer start humming a calming melody.
Expecting her to say something, you jolt forward, pressed against her thighs as her thick hand lands against your bum with a resounding crack. It sounds worse than it feels, but there’s certainly an unpleasant pang of pain to her strike. Thud, thud, thud, comes the next three strikes in rapid succession, not easing up on you.
Giving your increasingly sore behind a quick rub, Aunt Mildred whispers, <span class="female">"We’re almost done, and you’re doing so well sweetheart"</span>, landing the next couple of spanks whilst you’re distracted listening to her. After that, she paces out the last few, making sure to give you proper time to recover between each one. You can tell that she’s trying to be gentle, her soothing coos never stopping, but that doesn’t stop your bottom from becoming increasingly sorer, likely red and irritated if anyone was to look at it.
A tear threatening to loosen itself from your eye, you realize that she’s finally finished, without you really having paid attention, having pulled you up into a quick reassuring cuddle. Now cheerier than she was before, the punishment now complete and no longer bothering her, you watch her smile warmly to you. <span class="female">"So well behaved, and it’s all done. We hopefully won’t have to do anything like that again dear. No need to feel upset, everything’s forgiven now. I’d like to stick around longer and make sure that you settle to sleep okay, but I sadly have to be off. I’ve got to report everything to my boss and make sure he feels that everything is in order. But, before I go I’ll need to give you that goodnight kiss to cheer us both up"</span>, she explains, helping you back to your feet.
Giving you a quick hug and a chaste motherly kiss to the forehead, Aunt Mildred begins to depart, not giving you time to say anything else. <span class="female">"Sorry about this being such an unpleasant visit dear, but I’ve really got to be going. I do hope your poor bum feels better soon. You get yourself a good night’s sleep, and you’ll be feeling right as rain before you know it. And remember, you really should check out <<if ($diaperMessingPlay || $diaperWettingPlay) && $abdlPlay>>some diaper training or the Little Land Nursery<<elseif $abdlPlay>>the Little Land Nursery<<elseif ($diaperMessingPlay || $diaperWettingPlay)>>some diaper training<</if>>, I wouldn’t want to see what he thinks up if you keep putting it off. Anyway, see you later sweetheart"</span>.
The older woman now left, you begin getting prepared for bed again, rubbing your sore behind to ease the sting. The looming threat of even greater punishment from some higher up in the facility puts you at ill ease, especially now you’ve seen the warm up act. Taking a moment to relax yourself, you push the thoughts to the back of your mind and get back to readying yourself for sleep.
<<include [[ABDL Trainer End]]>><<set $abdlTrainerForce = true>><<set $ggp += 1000>><<set $upkeep += 1000>>As you begin preparing for bed, a knocking at your door disturbs your actions. Letting herself in, you see the familiar form of your caretaker Aunt Mildred. With greying hair and a prodigious set of breasts, the middle-aged woman is dressed in a long sleeved floor-length brown dress, an impeccably clean apron tied off in front of it.
<span class= "female">"Hello dear. I can’t stay long, but I’ve got some bad news. It’s terrible, but after your repeated resistance regarding having a try at <<if ($diaperMessingPlay || $diaperWettingPlay) && $abdlPlay>>some diaper training or working in the Little Land Nursery<<elseif $abdlPlay>>working in the Little Land Nursery<<elseif ($diaperMessingPlay || $diaperWettingPlay)>>some diaper training<</if>> he got really mad. He’s decided to be extremely harsh on you, and I’m not sure what to do"</span>, explains the matronly woman in a sad tone, her eyes red and puffy, likely on the verge of tears despite their attempt at conveying a kindly warmth towards you.
Concerned by her statement, a chill running down your spine, you respond, <span class="player">"It’ll be okay Aunt Mildred, it can’t be that bad, can it? There’s got to be something we can do!"</span>. Despite your own worries, the distinctly upset visage of your carer puts you at an even greater unease.
<span class="female">"I’m sorry dear, I’m not sure if there is anything we can do. My boss has massively increased your daily upkeep at the facility. He even said that he wanted to get you moved on out as soon as possible. I don’t think this is what’s best for you, but until we can get things sorted your upkeep has been put up by 1000 G.G.P. per day!"</span>, she explains, closing in on you.
Giving you a strong hug, placing a string of chaste motherly kisses on your forehead, Aunt Mildred continues, <span class="female">"I’ll miss you so much if you leave, my special dear little $firstName. It might not be much, but I managed to put together a few G.G.P. from some of staff members to help you. In total, I’ve managed to gather up 1000 G.G.P. which should cover you for one day, but after that I’m not sure what we can do. The only way I can see him undoing this is if you do what he’s said and go <<if ($diaperMessingPlay || $diaperWettingPlay) && $abdlPlay>>get some diaper training or work in the Little Land Nursery<<elseif $abdlPlay>>work in the Little Land Nursery<<elseif ($diaperMessingPlay || $diaperWettingPlay)>>get some diaper training<</if>>"</span>.
Embracing you one last time in a long warm cuddle, her surprising strength pressing your face into her prodigious bosom, she finally let’s go. Reeling for breath, you look upon her sweet and concerned expression not sure what to say. Breaking the silence, she smiles, <span class="female">"I’m sure we can figure out how to make this all end okay. I know that you’re a good <<if $femininity >= 0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>>, and that you’ll do the right thing. I just hope you choose the option that keeps you here a little longer. You’re just so sweet and adorable, Aunt Mildred would be saddened greatly if she didn’t have her dear $firstName to look after! I can’t stay long, as I need to get back to my boss and try and talk him down, but you get a good night sleep, the best you can. It’s important that growing <<if $femininity >= 0>>girls<<else>>boys<</if>> get enough rest. Remember, if you want to remain in the facility then your best bet is to <<if ($diaperMessingPlay || $diaperWettingPlay) && $abdlPlay>>get some diaper training or work in the Little Land Nursery<<elseif $abdlPlay>>work in the Little Land Nursery<<elseif ($diaperMessingPlay || $diaperWettingPlay)>>get some diaper training<</if>>, he’ll probably forgive you before it’s too late if you do. Good bye sweetheart, I hope I see you again!"</span>, and on that note she leaves with a small wave goodbye.
The older woman now left, you begin getting prepared for bed again, feeling shocked to find out that you’re chances of staying in the facility are in dire peril. It’s nice to know that Aunt Mildred was willing to go to such lengths to give you a little more time, your room tablet displaying the increase in G.G.P. she just transferred to you. Taking a deep anxious breath, you decided that there’s nothing you can do this late, as such you get back to readying yourself for sleep.
<<include [[ABDL Trainer End]]>><span class="female">"Really? That’s so cool! I can’t remember the last time I got to try giving someone something as neat and unique as an udder."</span>, cheers Jasmine as you tell her your selection, <span class="female">"Now, before we go into this I have to warn you, if you’re lactating then the udder will probably work. I mean, I’m not entirely certain as I’ve never done one of these before, but in theory they should work like they do for a cow. Just letting you know so your fully clued up on everything. Still, it’s not like that’s a bad thing, and everyone will be super jealous of your udder, like it’s practically a super boob, who wouldn’t love a giant jiggly extra booby"</span>.
The fox-girl motions for you to follow her over to one of the sofas, where she asks you to lie down face first. While you get comfortable, she searches through a cabinet under her desk for the treatment, occasionally taking multiple items out and comparing them toward the light. Settling into the leather of the seat, you find this a lot more relaxing than the sterile clinic.
After a few minutes rest, Jasmine returns, a fizzing beaker in hand.
<span class="female">"This is super simple, I think. I’ve re-checked the usage notes, and everything looks fine, even if the bubbling is a little unsettling. Don’t worry, I’ll run you through it all so that you don’t get in a panic and get that I’ve totally got this handled. All I need to do is get you to drink this and then we wait, and then wait. There’ll be a tingling sensation, a bit of a rumbling sound, and then your udder will push its way out"</span>, she says, giving you a confident thumbs-up to reassure you, <span class="female">"You're in safe hands, I’ve made sure that everything matches up, there really is nothing to worry about. You will however need to take everything off, you know just so you don’t ruin any of your stuff "</span>. Sitting up, <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you pull yourself off of the sofa before you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked and ready to sit back down<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you pull yourself off of the sofa before you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked and ready to sit back down<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you pull yourself off of the sofa before you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked and ready to sit back down<<else>>you're already naked so don't need to get undressed, instead waiting patiently for her to place them on you<</if>>.
Your worries at least partially dealt with, you allow the fox-girl to pour the effervescing mixture down your throat, and then walk back and take a seat nearby. As the liquid bubbles its way around your stomach, causing you an intense feeling of trapped wind, the lingering sweet yet slightly creamy taste remains on your tongue for a good time longer than you might expect.
Feeling a little heat and pressure building up within you, you stroke your belly soothingly, hoping to ease the minor ache that has started to discomfort you. Sadly, as your fingers stroke against it, you begin to realize that your stomach seems to be expanding outward, or at least, forward. Opening your mouth to question Jasmine over whether this is normal, you blush embarrassedly as you let out a loud burp, the pressured ache dissipating into an odd tingle.
Watching the amused reaction of the store owner, you lose track of what’s happening to your waist, that is until you suddenly feel a couple of odd growths beneath your waiting hands. Nervously looking down with haste, you notice that your central stomach section has continued to expand out without you paying attention, four long nipple-like nubs extending out of it. It also seems to be oddly pink in tone, looking almost a little sore.
Curious, you run your hands across it experimentally, getting used to your new udder and teats. It’s a little heavy and bulky, something that is quite easy to appreciate as you stand up, almost toppling over due to you being used to having such a weight attached to you. You get the feeling that it’s something that will take a little while to get used to, though, as you fondle your long pink teats with your fingers, giving them a quick inquisitorial squeeze, you can quickly understand why someone would be willing to have an udder, the pleasant sensation rushing through you and causing you to moan lewdly.
Just from the little squeeze, your <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> cock and sopping wet pussy pulse with need,<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock pulses with need,<<else>>sopping wet pussy pulses with need,<</if>> already practically at the point of climax.<<if $lactating>> Despite its fresh and new status, the jiggling fleshy orb of yours already seems to be going to work, the four elongated teats producing a steady drip of <<checkLactationDescription>> <<checkLactationType>> constantly flowing out of each of them.<</if>> It’s almost amazing enough that you strongly desire to continue to play with your new udder, however, knowing that you’re being watched by the fox-girl Jasmine puts a slight damper on matters.
Jasmine giggles happily as she looks on, staring at your new udder before walking over with a small mirror in hand. Looking down you can clearly make out your large udder, the reflections in the mirror allowing you to survey the prodigiously sized fleshy growth from all angles.
[["So, everything’s good?"|Fur Life Menu]], asks Jasmine smiling.<span class="female">"Really? Oh, that’s a shame! I mean I’m not against helping you get rid of it, it just seems a waste, you know? Udders are pretty rare, and they seem rather handy too. But, I guess it’s still really neat that you had one for a while at least"</span>, sighs Jasmine as you tell her your selection, <span class="female">"Now, before we go into this I have to warn you, your udder is pretty sensitive, so this might get a little intense. As it’s a rare modification, I’m a little unsure how to do the procedure of getting rid of it. But, don’t worry, I have the notes and it’s all pretty simple. Just, giving you the full warning, wouldn’t want you to walk into this unaware, though I’m fully confident that I can remove your udder without issue. Oh, and if you’re lactating, then it might have to expel anything that’s caught inside it. Just so you know"</span>.
The fox-girl motions for you to follow her over to one of the sofas, where she asks you to lie down face first. While you get comfortable, she searches through a cabinet under her desk for the treatment, occasionally taking multiple items out and comparing them toward the light. Settling into the leather of the seat, you find this a lot more relaxing than the sterile clinic.
After a few minutes rest, Jasmine returns, a fizzing beaker in hand.
<span class="female">"This is super simple, I think. I’ve re-checked the usage notes, and everything looks fine, even if the bubbling is a little unsettling. Don’t worry, I’ll run you through it all so that you don’t get in a panic and get that I’ve totally got this handled. All I need to do is get you to drink this and then we wait, and then wait. There’ll be a tingling sensation, a bit of gurgling sound, and then your body will suck back in your udder and replace the skin section back to like it was before"</span>, she says, giving you a confident thumbs-up to reassure you, <span class="female">"You're in safe hands, I’ve made sure that everything matches up, there really is nothing to worry about. You will however need to take everything off, you know just so you don’t ruin any of your stuff "</span>. Sitting up, <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you pull yourself off of the sofa before you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked and ready to sit back down<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you pull yourself off of the sofa before you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked and ready to sit back down<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you pull yourself off of the sofa before you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked and ready to sit back down<<else>>you're already naked so don't need to get undressed, instead waiting patiently for her to place them on you<</if>>.
Your worries at least partially dealt with, you allow the fox-girl to pour the effervescing mixture down your throat, and then walk back and take a seat nearby. As the liquid bubbles its way around your stomach, causing you an intense feeling of trapped wind, the lingering sweet yet slightly creamy taste remains on your tongue for a good time longer than you might expect.
Feeling a little heat and pressure building up within you, you stroke your belly soothingly, hoping to ease the minor ache that has started to discomfort you. Sadly, as your fingers stroke against it, you begin to realize that your udder seems to be becoming rather floppy, as if it was a deflating balloon. Opening your mouth to question Jasmine over whether this is normal, you blush embarrassedly as you let out a loud burp, the pressured ache dissipating into an odd tingle.
Watching the amused reaction of the store owner, you lose track of what’s happening to your waist, that is until you suddenly feel the sagging udder sack slip out of your hands. Nervously looking down with haste, you notice that your stomach has started to become taught again, its colour returning to what it was before the modification. As the elongated teats stick out of your rapidly diminishing, you realize just how quickly it’s all disappearing.
Curious, you run your hands across one of them experimentally, getting used to no longer having the added udder weight. It’s a little disquieting, the udder now practically gone, yet still your body still being used to its heft and differences. You get the feeling that it’s something that will take a little while to get back used to, though, as you finger where the jiggling mass used to lie, you can’t help but realize that maybe everything isn’t yet complete, a wave of pleasant sensation rushing over you. <<if $lactating>>Despite its deflation, the jiggling fleshy orb of yours must have had a lot of <<checkLactationType>> stored in it, as all of a sudden a huge torrent of <<checkLactationDescription>> <<checkLactationType>> flows out of the end of each of the teats, only stopping when the previous contents have finally been expelled.<</if>>
Just from the little touch, your <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> cock and sopping wet pussy pulse with need,<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock pulses with need,<<else>>sopping wet pussy pulses with need,<</if>> already practically at the point of climax. It’s almost amazing enough that you strongly desire to reinstate your udder, a sudden yearning to play with the teats rushing through your mind after noticing how amazing it felt once more as you made contact with its remnants. However, knowing that you’ve just had it removed for a reason you snap right out of it, pretty sure that its likely now finally been removed, the teats eventually sinking back into you with a loud slurping sound.
Jasmine giggles happily as she looks on, staring at your now udder-less belly before walking over with a small mirror in hand, examining the spot in more detail. Looking down you can clearly make out your udder no longer exists, the reflections in the mirror allowing you to survey the spot where it once resided.
[["So, everything’s good?"|Fur Life Menu]], asks Jasmine smiling.<span class="female">"Really? Wow, that sounds so awesome! I mean I put it on the shop list, but I didn’t expect anyone to ever come in and as for a marsupial pouch. Not that they’re unfashionable or anything, they’re just really unique, which makes them a perfect choice"</span>, cheers Jasmine as you tell her your selection, <span class="female">"Now, before we go into this I have to warn you, your pouch might be a little … sensitive. I mean, I’m not entirely certain as I’ve never done one of these before, but in theory they should similar to how they do for the marsupials who normally have them, and well, they’re surprisingly complex. It’ll also be slightly different to a normal pouch in the wild because humans are a little different biologically to kangaroos and the like, though I could only speculate on the changes. I think the biggest though will be that it won’t hide your boobs<<if $breastSize == 0>>, I mean if you had them<</if>>. Still, super cool, and if you ever start getting pregnant it could probably help you out a load!"</span>.
The fox-girl motions for you to follow her over to one of the sofas, where she asks you to lie down face first. While you get comfortable, she searches through a cabinet under her desk for the treatment, occasionally taking multiple items out and comparing them toward the light. Settling into the leather of the seat, you find this a lot more relaxing than the sterile clinic.
After a few minutes rest, Jasmine returns, a fizzing beaker in hand.
<span class="female">"This is super simple, I think. I’ve re-checked the usage notes, and everything looks fine, even if the bubbling is a little unsettling. Don’t worry, I’ll run you through it all so that you don’t get in a panic and get that I’ve totally got this handled. All I need to do is get you to drink this and then we wait, and then wait. There’ll be a tingling sensation, a bit of a slurping sound, and then your pouch will make room for itself "</span>, she says, giving you a confident thumbs-up to reassure you, <span class="female">"You're in safe hands, I’ve made sure that everything matches up, there really is nothing to worry about. You will however need to take everything off, you know just so you don’t ruin any of your stuff "</span>. Sitting up, <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you pull yourself off of the sofa before you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked and ready to sit back down<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you pull yourself off of the sofa before you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked and ready to sit back down<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you pull yourself off of the sofa before you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked and ready to sit back down<<else>>you're already naked so don't need to get undressed, instead waiting patiently for her to place them on you<</if>>.
Your worries at least partially dealt with, you allow the fox-girl to pour the effervescing mixture down your throat, and then walk back and take a seat nearby. As the liquid bubbles its way around your stomach, causing you an intense feeling of trapped wind, the lingering sweet yet slightly salty taste remains on your tongue for a good time longer than you might expect.
Feeling a little heat and pressure building up within you, you stroke your belly soothingly, hoping to ease the minor ache that has started to discomfort you. Sadly, as your fingers stroke against it, you begin to realize that your stomach seems to be becoming rather floppy, as if someone stretched out your skin. Opening your mouth to question Jasmine over whether this is normal, you blush embarrassedly as you let out a loud burp, the pressured ache dissipating into an odd tingle.
Watching the amused reaction of the store owner, you lose track of what’s happening to your waist, that is until you suddenly feel the strange floppy skin fold slip out of your hands. Nervously looking down with haste, you notice that your stomach has started to become taught again, a faint seam opening up along the higher end of your belly, not too far below the start of your ribcage. As it slowly forms into a small crevasse, you can clearly see a semi-involuntary tightening occurring around the rim, your growing pouch closing to protect itself from the outside.
Curious, you run your hands across it experimentally, getting used to your new marsupial-like pouch. It’s a little disquieting, the pouch now in place but your body only having minorly expanded to accommodate it, likely having to have re-arranged a number of things internally to fit the secondary womb-like addition. You get the feeling that it’s something that will take a little while to get used to, though, as you finger the entrence, you can quickly understand why someone would be willing to have a pouch, the pleasant sensation rushing through you and causing you to moan lewdly.
Just from the little touch, your <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> cock and sopping wet pussy pulse with need,<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock pulses with need,<<else>>sopping wet pussy pulses with need,<</if>> already practically at the point of climax. It’s almost amazing enough that you strongly desire to continue to play with your new pouch, a sudden yearning to have it filled rushing through your mind after noticing how amazing it felt to have something make contact with it. However, knowing that you’re being watched by the fox-girl Jasmine puts a slight damper on matters.
Jasmine giggles happily as she looks on, staring at your new pouch before walking over with a small mirror in hand, examining it in more detail. Looking down you can clearly make out your pouch entrance, the reflections in the mirror allowing you to survey the relatively sleek addition from all angles.
[["So, everything’s good?"|Fur Life Menu]], asks Jasmine smiling.<span class="female">"Really? Oh, that’s a shame! I mean I’m not against helping you get rid of it, it just seems a waste, you know? Marsupial pouches are really rare, but I guess it’s still really cool that you had one for a while at least"</span>, sighs Jasmine as you tell her your selection, <span class="female">"Now, before we go into this I have to warn you, your pouch is pretty sensitive, so this might get a little intense. As it’s a rare modification, I’m a little unsure how to do the procedure of getting rid of it. But, don’t worry, I have the notes and it’s all pretty simple. Just, giving you the full warning, wouldn’t want you to walk into this unaware, though I’m fully confident that I can remove your pouch without issue"</span>.
The fox-girl motions for you to follow her over to one of the sofas, where she asks you to lie down face first. While you get comfortable, she searches through a cabinet under her desk for the treatment, occasionally taking multiple items out and comparing them toward the light. Settling into the leather of the seat, you find this a lot more relaxing than the sterile clinic.
After a few minutes rest, Jasmine returns, a fizzing beaker in hand.
<span class="female">"This is super simple, I think. I’ve re-checked the usage notes, and everything looks fine, even if the bubbling is a little unsettling. Don’t worry, I’ll run you through it all so that you don’t get in a panic and get that I’ve totally got this handled. All I need to do is get you to drink this and then we wait, and then wait. There’ll be a tingling sensation, a bit of gurgling sound, and then your body will re-arrange and reclaim the space your pouch was using"</span>, she says, giving you a confident thumbs-up to reassure you, <span class="female">"You're in safe hands, I’ve made sure that everything matches up, there really is nothing to worry about. You will however need to take everything off, you know just so you don’t ruin any of your stuff "</span>. Sitting up, <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you pull yourself off of the sofa before you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked and ready to sit back down<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you pull yourself off of the sofa before you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked and ready to sit back down<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you pull yourself off of the sofa before you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked and ready to sit back down<<else>>you're already naked so don't need to get undressed, instead waiting patiently for her to place them on you<</if>>.
Your worries at least partially dealt with, you allow the fox-girl to pour the effervescing mixture down your throat, and then walk back and take a seat nearby. As the liquid bubbles its way around your stomach, causing you an intense feeling of trapped wind, the lingering sweet yet slightly salty taste remains on your tongue for a good time longer than you might expect.
Feeling a little heat and pressure building up within you, you stroke your belly soothingly, hoping to ease the minor ache that has started to discomfort you. Sadly, as your fingers stroke against it, you begin to realize that your pouch seems to be becoming rather floppy, as if someone was pulling it out until it stretched all out of shape. Opening your mouth to question Jasmine over whether this is normal, you blush embarrassedly as you let out a loud burp, the pressured ache dissipating into an odd tingle.
Watching the amused reaction of the store owner, you lose track of what’s happening to your waist, that is until you suddenly feel the strange floppy pouch flap slip out of your hands. Nervously looking down with haste, you notice that your stomach has started to become taught again, a faint seam opening up along the higher end of your belly all that’s left of your previous modification. As it slowly seals over, not even leaving a mark, you can’t help but feel a little strange inside as your insides re-arrange.
Curious, you run your hands across it experimentally, getting used to no longer having marsupial-like pouch. It’s a little disquieting, the pouch having disappeared so quickly and easily, yet still your body still being used to its heft and differences. You get the feeling that it’s something that will take a little while to get back used to, though, as you finger where the entrance used to lie, you can’t help but realize that maybe everything isn’t yet complete, a wave of pleasant sensation rushing over you.
Just from the little touch, your <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> cock and sopping wet pussy pulse with need,<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock pulses with need,<<else>>sopping wet pussy pulses with need,<</if>> already practically at the point of climax. It’s almost amazing enough that you strongly desire to reinstate your pouch, a sudden yearning to have it filled rushing through your mind after noticing how amazing it felt once more as you made contact with its remnants. However, knowing that you’ve just had it removed for a reason you snap right out of it, pretty sure that its likely now finally been removed.
Jasmine giggles happily as she looks on, staring at your now pouch-less belly before walking over with a small mirror in hand, examining the spot in more detail. Looking down you can clearly make out your pouch no longer exists, the reflections in the mirror allowing you to survey the spot where it once resided.
[["So, everything’s good?"|Fur Life Menu]], asks Jasmine smiling.<<set $ggp -= 100>>Finally arriving at your destination, you find yourself in a vast room. Bare except for rows and rows of dildo mounted sex devices and a large mat containing an open chest of sex toys. A wide array of women are scattered across the room, playing with their slutty pussy’s, or servicing the various devices. On the mat, a gaggle of girls sit, playing with dildos and other toys, competing on all matters of things, including who can cram the biggest toy in their hole, and who can orgasm the most. A screen next to the door lights up with the avatar of Alice. <span class="neutral">"Thank you for selecting to refine your vaginal sex skills. 100 G.G.P has been removed from your account, please wait whilst I determine the best possible training regime for your needs"</span>, her monotone voice chimes. <<if $vaginalSexSkill == 3>><span class="neutral">"Your vaginal sex ability is already perfect, training defaults to maintaining current skill level"</span>, the AI continues after a moment pause. <</if>><<if $currentClothing != "Naked" || $currentUnderwear !="Naked">><br><br><span class="neutral">"You will also need to be completely nude for this training session. Please remove all clothing and place it in the corresponding locker by the door"</span>, adds the AI officiously, a nearby locker lighting up to indicate where your possessions need to go. Following her directions, <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<</if>>, placing everything in the offered locker before returning to the AI’s console.<</if>>
<<if $vaginalSexSkill == 0>><<include [[Vaginal Training Trained]]>><<elseif $vaginalSexSkill == 1>><<include [[Vaginal Training Expert]]>><<elseif $vaginalSexSkill == 2>><<include [[Vaginal Training Master]]>><<else>><<set $random = random(1,3)>><<if $random == 1>><<include [[Vaginal Training Extra 1]]>><<elseif $random == 2>><<include [[Vaginal Training Extra 2]]>><<elseif $random == 3>><<include [[Vaginal Training Extra 3]]>><</if>><</if>>
With your training complete you clean up and <a data-passage="Travel Back">travel back to your room</a>.<<set $vaginalSexSkill += 1>><<set $timesVaginallyFucked += 3>><span class="neutral">"Basic vaginal sex training selected, please proceed to the play mat and become accustomed to the dildo and toy collection. Lubrication is available if necessary"</span>, the AI continues after a moment pause.
Your training orders received, you head across to the mat, walking straight to the assorted collection of sex toys. Looking into the chest you see, piled high, a wide range of brightly coloured plastic and rubber toys. Separated down the middle, the first half seems to be comprised of normal dildos, most of which are shaped like cocks, though some of them are too large or misshapen for you to think of them as dicks, at least not human ones. The second half, however, is instead filled with a variety of other toys, ranging from little clit vibes to vibrating clips. Beside all of this sits a small cart with a large liquid tank, labelled clearly across the side as the, <span class="neutral">"Lubrication Station"</span>, though you don’t really feel that you’ll need to use it.
Selecting from the box the smallest dildos you can find, only about three or four inches in length and not very girthy, you shudder a little in anticipation, knowing where they’re soon about to go. Additionally, unable to help yourself, you grab a couple of the little vibes too, deciding that you might as well enjoy yourself during your training. Your arms now laden with instruments of pleasure, you walk around the mat looking for a free spot. Deciding eventually to sit between a brunette and blonde, each with their own pile of toys in front of them, you watch on as they giggle, each grabbing a large dildo in hand. Suddenly and with great finesse, they flip over into a kneeling position, their joy-filled faces pressed against the floor. Now properly positioned, you gaze on in embarrassed fascination as they ram the bulbous toys straight into their already gaping cunts, lewd squelches accompanying sounding out as their dildos sink deeply within them.
Taking your own faux-cock in hand you slowly run your hand over it, getting used to the rubbery texture, whilst also getting used to its size and heft. Striking a similar doggy-style-like pose on the shockingly comfortable mat, your knees sinking slightly into it, you rest your own cheek against its cool surface. One hand holding the dildo, and your other delicately pulling apart your <<checkAss>> bum cheeks to give you better access, you gulp slightly as you ready yourself to make the plunge, so to speak.
<span class="female">"Do you want a hand?"</span>, you hear from the blonde beside you, <span class="female">"Practicing doggy style can be a lot of fun, but it can sometimes be pretty tricky to get in the first time. You really have to arch your back into it and pushing your bum back into your partner helps to make it feel better for both of you. Could probably do with trying with a couple of fingers first too, just to get yourself warmed up. It makes it much easier to go straight for a deep penetration, and you get added benefit of not needing to get any lube"</span>.
Looking over at the girl, still in her submissive position beside you, you take a moment to think matters over. <<if $sexualPreference != 2>>Nodding happily, you watch her eyes light up as she gets up, gesturing to the brunette on the other side of you. As they walk away, heading purposely in front of you, can’t help but laugh a little at them not having removed the giant dildos from their own pussy’s before leaving.
<span class="female">"We’re back!"</span>, laughs the brunette, <span class="female">"And we bring gifts too!"</span>, depositing another large pile of toys before you. To your shock some of them seem much larger than you’d want to try, though you get the feeling that the girls might be pranking you with those going by the stifled giggles they offer when you spot them.
Listening on to the continuing advice they give, you jump a little as a wet sensation begins tracing circles around the opening to your pussy. You guess that it’s likely the blonde’s tongue, as the brunette is lying down before you, moving in to make out with you passionately while you’re distracted. The feminine taste of the other girl’s cherry lip balm luxuriously filling your senses, you let out a small muffled disappointed groan as the girl licking your pussy, seemingly pleased with your current wetness, decides to stop pleasuring you. Thankfully your disappointment is short lived, as with a quiet buzzing hum, you feel contact against both your delicate clit and within your cunt, the blonde cheekily playing with both at the same time. It feels kind of overwhelming to be overcome with so much sensation all at once, but your <<if $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock and pussy are<<else>>pussy is<</if>> certainly appreciative, pulsing hotly with budding need.
And so, you all carry on. The two girls taking turns to slowly work their fingers and toys in and out of your feminine depths, eventually trying with a slightly larger dildo to help stretch you out further. After all the work up, you feel like you can certainly handle both girthier and longer insertions easier, the original tiny dildos entering you with ease. It’s a strange feeling, being so satiated with sexual pleasure, but following advice from your helpers you’re assured that you’ll stop feeling so raw and oversensitive down there in a little while.<<else>>Shaking your head, not wanting to have the girls ‘help’ you with your vaginal training, you watch as the blonde girl looks a little sad.
<span class="female">"Okay. But, you could probably do with some advice still"</span>, offers the brunette from the other side of you. <span class="female">"You’ll really want to take things slowly. Properly preparing your vagina is important, you don’t want anything going up there until it’s wet and relaxed, otherwise you can get pretty sore. Though, the treatment we all got coming in here really does help things out a lot in keeping you constantly soaked and horny. You can certainly fuck without it, it’s just better for you if you’re properly prepared first, some of the clients you can get are idiots or massive jerks and they don’t take the time to build you up with foreplay"</span>.
Listening on to the continuing advice, you resume your previous actions, taking the hint to slowly and carefully start your entry with one of your fingers first. Your cunt is thankfully already pretty wet, but it’s still a bit of struggle to get more than one or two in your feminine hole due to how tight you are. It feels kind of weird to be playing with yourself so openly, but your <<if $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock and pussy are <<else>>pussy is<</if>> certainly appreciative, fluttering with budding need.
And so, you carry on. Slowly working your finger in and out of your hot cunt, eventually moving onto playing with the dildos to help stretch you out further. After all the work up, the thin and short dildo collection, is surprisingly easy to insert, bottoming out in you without a single issue. Playing with your delicate clit at the same time, you have some amazing orgasm, the mini clit vibes proving to be especially potent. It’s a strange feeling, being so satiated with sexual pleasure, but following advice from your helpers you’re assured that you’ll stop feeling so raw and oversensitive down there in a little while.<</if>>
Thanks to the advice from the two pussy sluts, you find you quickly start to get more used to vaginal intrusions. By the end of your allotted time you've tried out a number of smaller dildos and other toys of various types, your cunt now much better trained in how to interact with them. In fact, after all the usage your pussy gapes slightly for a few minutes, winking open and closed as you wait for it to return to normal.<<set $vaginalSexSkill += 1>><<set $timesVaginallyFucked += 5>><span class="neutral">"Intermediate vaginal sex training selected, please proceed to machine number <<set $random = random(1,100)>>$random"</span>, the AI continues after a moment pause.
Your training orders received, you head across to the directed machine, observing it’s a motorised dildo with a kneeling pad on the floor in front of it. <span class="neutral">"Please kneel on the kneeling pad facing away from the dildo so that I can start the training procedure"</span>, intones the monotone voice of Alice, catching you by surprise as you can’t see any terminals nearby. <span class="neutral">"My voice is being transmitted through the machine $firstName, I can see you through a camera in the training device. With me talking to you as I operate the machine, it is almost like I am your sexual partner. This may help relax you and aid in your training"</span>, continues the AI.
Your current questions answered, you kneel down on the pad, ready to undertake the training you’ve paid for. The pad is soft beneath you, sinking slightly as your weight indents it. <span class="neutral">"Align yourself with the dildo and spread your labia in preparation for vaginal penetration"</span>, continues your AI teacher. Following the directions given, you pull apart your feminine petals, ready to practice your vaginal sex skills.
The dildo slowly makes its way forwards, gently and shallowly pushing its way into your waiting cunt, before making its languid retreat, its surface slippery with a generous coating of your juices. For a while this is repeated, the dildo increasing in speed slowly, each time penetrating you slightly deeper, but never pushing too hard or too fast for you to cope with. It aches a little as it brushes your cervix at its most extended state, but that’s to be expected when you’re so new to this, the minor pain soothed thanks to cooling gel that occasionally spurts from the dildos tip. <span class="neutral">"This is good $firstName. You are making me feel great. Training increase initiated"</span>, states your AI companion. Strangely, you’re almost sure you heard a note of emotion in that monotone voice, weird.
Almost immediately the dildo picks up in speed once again, pressing forward into your cunt even deeper than previously. You moan slightly as the motorised cock bottoms out on you, making you feel incredibly full, but by now you’ve got more used to it, relaxed enough to take it further in that you would have previously though. It feels kind of unusual to be filled there in such a manner, but your <<if $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock and pussy are<<else>>pussy is<</if>> certainly appreciative, coursing with arousal beneath you.
<span class="neutral">"You need to start tensing and untensing your pussy against the dildo to massage it. It’s a little more work, but your partners will appreciate the extra effort, and will likely go easier on you if you want them to"</span>, directs Alice, helpfully. Heeding the advice, next time the dildo arm pushes its way in you, you try to clamp your vaginal muscles down, giving it a quick squeeze. It’s difficult, and a little tiring, however, you can see why someone might like the extra attention that you’re learning to give. For the next couple of hours you continue on trying to improve your vaginal sex ability, making progress under the steady tutelage of Alice. She even thanks you a couple of times for, <span class="neutral">"making her feel good"</span>, though you’re not sure if she can feel anything or if praising you was just part of her programming.<<set $vaginalSexSkill += 1>><<set $timesVaginallyFucked += 10>><span class="neutral">"Expert vaginal sex training selected, please proceed to machine number <<set $random = random(1,100)>>$random"</span>, the AI continues after a moment pause.
Your training orders received, you head across to the directed machine, observing it’s a semicircle of motorised dildos with a kneeling pad on the floor in the middle of them. Oddly, other than there being more of them it looks the same as last time to your slight disappointment. <span class="neutral">"Please kneel on the kneeling pad facing away from the central dildo so that I can start the training procedure"</span>, intones the monotone voice of Alice, no longer catching you by surprise as it did the first time. <span class="neutral">"As you know my voice is being transmitted through the machines $firstName, I can see you through the cameras in the training devices. With me talking to you as I operate the machines, it is almost like I am your sexual partners, all of them. This may help relax you and aid in your training"</span>, continues the AI.
Your directions given, you kneel down on the pad, ready to undertake the training you’ve paid for. The pad is soft beneath you, sinking slightly as your weight indents it. <span class="neutral">"Align yourself with the dildo and spread your labia in preparation for vaginal penetration. For now you don’t need to concern yourself with the additional machines"</span>, continues your AI teacher. Following the directions given, you pull apart your feminine petals, ready to practice your vaginal sex skills. Still, you can’t shake the feeling that you’re just being given the intermediate training again, though your hopes are lifted a little by the extra fucking machines in this training station.
The dildo slowly makes its way forwards, way too slowly for your preferences, gently yet insistently penetrating your pussy, certainly too shallowly to do anything more than tease and edge you. Sighing in mock boredom as it makes its languid retreat, you wonder if maybe it’s too thin for your well-trained cunt, the penetration occurring with very little friction. It’s still nice, but you yearn for something more to fill you.
Frustrated by the simple fucking, you call out to Alice, <span class="player">"Come on Alice, can’t you make it go faster at least? I can take way more!"</span>, desperate for a harder ravaging of your needy cunt. Sadly, you’re not sure if the AI is even listening, the only possible response being a quiet, <span class="neutral">'bing'</span>, sound.
For a while this is repeated, the dildo increasing in speed slowly, each time penetrating you slightly deeper. Needing something more, you frantically push back against it, taking in a more extensive portion of dildo, but it still feels too small for your liking. It barely rubs your hidden pleasure spots, frustrating you without giving you the relief you desire, but that’s somewhat to be expected when you take into account just how much you’ve previously stretched out your cunt hole. <span class="neutral">"This is good $firstName. You are making me feel great. Training increase initiated"</span>, states your AI companion. Strangely, you’re almost sure you heard a note of emotion in that monotone voice, weird.
Almost immediately the dildo picks up in speed, pressing forward into your lusty cunt much deeper than previously. You moan lewdly as the motorised cock bottoms out on you, making you feel nicely full, but you were still hoping for something more. That’s when it finally happens.
Whirring from behind you, you look over your shoulder to discover the source of the sound, gasping in awe at what you see. Emerging from the hole beside the dildo currently reaming your slutty rear is a second dildo. It doesn’t make any contact with you, but it looks thicker, and you get the feeling that it isn’t just for show. Confirming your suspicious, Alice announces, <span class="neutral">"Your current task is to learn how to entertain multiple clients at the same time with your vagina. You will need to share your time between the various machines, doing your best to bring each of them to the point of cumming. Each of the devices is fitted with sensors and a fake cum reserve, so you will need to work hard if you are to succeed. Good luck trainee $firstName"</span>.
Feeling a cheeky smile cross your face, enjoying the sound of your challenge, you pull yourself off of the dildo currently lodged in your cunt with a loud wet slurp, twisting just enough to realign yourself with the new, much more intense looking mechanical partner. Ramming yourself backwards, you moan with lewd abandon, lost in the pleasure of finally having something sizable within you after all the previous teasing. Your <<if $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock and pussy are<<else>>pussy is<</if>> certainly appreciative, coursing with arousal beneath you that eventually builds up into a messy orgasm. Your <<if $penis>>cum<<else>>fem-cum<</if>> puddling beneath you as you wantonly screw yourself on the machine cock with your worn-out vagina, you can’t help but have a second quick orgasm as you arouse yourself over how naughty this all is.
For the next couple of hours, you continue on trying to satisfy all of the machines simultaneously, more turning on as time goes by. Your cunt well and truly filled to the brim with the fake cum, you find yourself making progress under the steady encouragement of Alice. She even thanks you a couple of times for, <span class="neutral">"Being such a slutty pussy whore"</span>, though you’re not sure if she can feel anything or if praising you was just part of her programming. Catching a look at yourself in a mirror as you get up from the device, you can see your vagina is a gaping wide, your pussy lips open allowing anyone who looks to see far into its depths, cum flooding out of it as you stand. You blush heavily as you think about all the people who’ve just seen the evidence of what a vaginal whore you are, the shame of it all bringing a sharp burst of arousal to you, in turn only increasing your shame.<<set $timesVaginallyFucked += 5>><span class="neutral">"Basic vaginal sex training selected, please proceed to the play mat and become accustomed to the dildo and toy collection. Lubrication is available if necessary"</span>, the AI continues after a moment pause.
Your training orders received, you head across to the mat, walking straight to the assorted collection of sex toys. Looking into the chest you see, piled high, a wide range of brightly coloured plastic and rubber toys. Separated down the middle, the first half seems to be comprised of normal dildos, most of which are shaped like cocks, though some of them are too large or misshapen for you to think of them as dicks, at least not human ones. The second half, however, is instead filled with a variety of other toys, ranging from little clit vibes to vibrating clips. Beside all of this sits a small cart with a large liquid tank, labelled clearly across the side as the, <span class="neutral">"Lubrication Station"</span>, though you don’t really feel that you’ll need to use it. Still, the sight of all those instruments of pleasure fills you with an unbidden joy, subconsciously making your drool a little.
Selecting from the box the largest dildos you can find, about eight to twelve inches in length and about as girthy as your wrist, you shudder a little in anticipation, knowing where they’re soon about to go. Additionally, unable to help yourself, you grab a couple of the little vibes too, along with a pussy pump, deciding that you might as well have yourself as much fun as you can during your training. Your arms now laden with instruments of pleasure, you walk around the mat looking for a free spot. Deciding eventually to sit between a brunette and blonde, each with their own pile of toys in front of them, you watch on as they giggle, each grabbing a large dildo in hand. Suddenly and with great finesse, they flip over into a kneeling position, their joy-filled faces pressed against the floor. Now properly positioned, you gaze on in embarrassed fascination as they ram the bulbous toys straight into their already gaping cunts, lewd squelches accompanying sounding out as their dildos sink deeply within them.
Taking your own faux-cock in hand you slowly run your hand over it, caressing it lovingly, smiling excitedly as you measure its size and considerable heft. Striking a similar doggy-style-like pose on the wonderfully comfortable mat, your knees sinking slightly into it, you rest your own cheek against its cool surface. One hand holding the dildo, and your other delicately pulling apart your <<checkAss>> bum cheeks to give you better access, you inhale a deep breath in anticipation as you ready yourself to make the plunge, so to speak.
<span class="female">"Ooo, wow, that’s pretty huge!"</span>, you hear giggled from the blonde beside you, <span class="female">"It’s like you’re getting fucked by a horse cock or something! It’s making me so horny! Could I maybe … help a little? Your pussy just looks so amazing!"</span>, she adds in awe, watching the show you’re putting on with delight.
Looking over at the girl, still in her submissive position beside you, you take a moment to think matters over. <<if $sexualPreference != 2>>Nodding happily, you watch her eyes light up as she gets up, gesturing to the brunette on the other side of you. As they walk away, heading purposely in front of you, can’t help but laugh a little at them not having removed the giant dildos from their own pussy’s before leaving. Of course, your own toy is even bigger than their own, truly the tool of someone who has fully mastered vaginal-play.
<span class="female">"We’re back!"</span>, laughs the brunette, <span class="female">"And we bring gifts too!"</span>, depositing another large pile of toys before you. Grinning wantonly, you look forward to what the two helpers have in mind, all three of you biting your lips in arousal.
Listening on to the continuing praise they give, you jump a little as a wet sensation begins tracing circles around the opening to your pussy. You guess that it’s likely the blonde’s tongue, as the brunette is lying down before you, moving in to make out with you passionately while you’re distracted. The feminine taste of the other girl’s cherry lip balm luxuriously filling your senses, you let out a small muffled disappointed groan as the girl licking your pussy, seemingly pleased with your current wetness, decides to stop pleasuring you. Thankfully your disappointment is short lived, as with a quiet buzzing hum, you feel contact against both your delicate clit and within your cunt, the blonde cheekily playing with both at the same time. A girthy vibrator in your fuck-hole, and a powerful butterfly shaped vibrator strapped down over your delicate bud, you pant like a dog in heat, loving every moment of their attention. It feels kind of overwhelming to be overcome with so much sensation all at once despite being so used to it, but your <<if $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock and pussy are<<else>>pussy is<</if>> certainly appreciative, pulsing hotly with budding need.
And so, you all carry on. The two girls taking turns to work their fingers, fists and toys in and out of your feminine depths, eventually trying with the largest dildos they can find to test just how far you can stretch. After all the work up, you feel like you can likely handle girthier and longer insertions wondering what it’d be like to have someone attempt to put two dildos inside you at once. It’s a strange feeling, being so satiated with sexual pleasure, but you’ve certainly grown to love feeling raw and oversensitive down there. Better yet, you even got to test out the pussy pump, watching as your labia puffed up to an incredible size, even more oversensitive than ever.<<else>>Shaking your head, not wanting to have the girls ‘help’ you with your vaginal training, you watch as the blonde girl looks a little sad.
<span class="female">"Okay. But, I’d still love to watch"</span>, offers the brunette from the other side of you. <span class="female">"You’ll really good at this. Your anus is practically gasping with need, like it has a mind of its own. I totally want to see how big a toy you can manage to slot back there"</span>.
Listening on to the continuing adulation, you resume your previous actions, taking the time to slowly and carefully start your entry with one of your fingers first. Your cunt is of course already sopping wet wet, but it’s still a task to fit more than a few fingers in at first. Though, relaxing your pussy, you soon are at the point where you can really start inserting something big in there. It feels kind of great to be playing with yourself so openly, and your <<if $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock and pussy are <<else>>pussy is<</if>> certainly appreciative, fluttering with budding need as your whole fist slips within the confines of your hungry slutty hole.
And so, you carry on. The two girls watch in awe as you fist yourself like a wanton whore, eventually combining the fisting with a vibe on your clit, and even giving the pussy pump a try. After all the work you’ve put into it in the past, the large dildos and your fists are easy to insert, bottoming out in you without a single issue. Playing with your delicate clit lewdly to your astonished onlookers you have some amazing orgasm, the butterfly clit vibes proving to be especially potent. It’s a strange feeling, being so satiated with sexual pleasure, but you’ve certainly grown to love feeling raw and oversensitive down there.<</if>>
Thanks to the company from the two pussy sluts, you find yourself having a very enjoyable time, further practicing your vaginal skills. By the end of your allotted time you've tried out a number of prodigious dildos and of all shapes and sizes, your whorish cunt able to take even the greatest of insertions. In fact, after all the usage your pussy gapes significantly for a while, winking open and closed at the other trainees as you wait for it to return to normal, letting them see all the way up to your cervix.<<set $timesVaginallyFucked += 10>><span class="neutral">"Intermediate vaginal sex training selected, please proceed to machine number <<set $random = random(1,100)>>$random"</span>, the AI continues after a moment pause.
Your training orders received, you head across to the directed machine, observing it’s a motorised dildo with a kneeling pad on the floor in front of it. <span class="neutral">"Please kneel on the kneeling pad facing away from the dildo so that I can start the training procedure"</span>, intones the monotone voice of Alice, no longer catching you by surprise as it did the first time. <span class="neutral">"My voice is being transmitted through the machine $firstName, I can see you through a camera in the training device. With me talking to you as I operate the machine, it is almost like I am your sexual partner. This may help relax you and aid in your training"</span>, continues the AI.
Your current questions answered, you kneel down on the pad, ready to undertake the training you’ve paid for. The pad is soft beneath you, sinking slightly as your weight indents it. <span class="neutral">"Align yourself with the dildo and spread your labia in preparation for vaginal penetration"</span>, continues your AI teacher. Following the directions given, you pull apart your feminine petals, ready to practice your vaginal sex skills.
The dildo slowly makes its way forwards, gently and shallowly pushing its way into your waiting cunt. Sadly, it’s just too small for your liking, neither long nor girthy enough to really do anything more than tease you. Sighing with mock boredom as it makes its languid retreat, you wonder if its surface coated with a generous coating of your sloppy juices could be a little more interesting if it was knobbly or had a different shape to it.
For a while this is repeated, the dildo increasing in speed slowly, each time penetrating you slightly deeper, but never pushing hard or fast enough to truly interest you. It aches a little as it brushes your cervix at its most extended state, but that’s no longer surprising or entertaining to you, the minor pain almost immediately soothed due to cooling gel that occasionally spurts from the dildos tip. <span class="neutral">"This is good $firstName. You are making me feel great. Training increase initiated"</span>, states your AI companion. Strangely, you’re almost sure you heard a note of emotion in that monotone voice, weird.
Almost immediately the dildo picks up in speed once again, pressing forward into your cunt even deeper than previously, finally catching your attention. You moan slightly as the motorised cock bottoms out on you, making you feel incredibly full, but by now you’re used to this sort of treatment. Better yet, much to your delight, the dildo actually starts to inflate, its girth becoming a lot more interesting to you, especially in its position lodged far within your pussy. It feels kind of amazing to be filled there in such a manner, your <<if $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock and pussy are<<else>>pussy is<</if>> certainly appreciative, coursing with arousal beneath you.
<span class="neutral">"You’re a true master of vaginal sex $firstName. Your ability to take on even the highest training settings is truly astounding"</span>, praises Alice, helpfully. Smiling at her comments you pant with need, getting the hard fucking you were desperately needing. It’s great, you even find yourself becoming a little sore from the intrusion, much to your delighted surprise. For the next couple of hours you continue on exercising your vaginal sex ability, enjoying the steady praise from Alice. She even thanks you a couple of times for, <span class="neutral">"Making her feel good"</span>, though you’re not sure if she can feel anything or if praising you was just part of her programming.<<set $timesVaginallyFucked += 10>><span class="neutral">"Expert vaginal sex training selected, please proceed to machine number <<set $random = random(1,100)>>$random"</span>, the AI continues after a moment pause.
Your training orders received, you head across to the directed machine, observing it’s a semicircle of motorised dildos with a kneeling pad on the floor in the middle of them. Gratefully remembering that despite outward appearances, the machine is a lot more interesting when used for expert training sessions. <span class="neutral">"Please kneel on the kneeling pad facing away from the central dildo so that I can start the training procedure"</span>, intones the monotone voice of Alice, no longer catching you by surprise as it did the first time. <span class="neutral">"As you know my voice is being transmitted through the machines $firstName, I can see you through the cameras in the training devices. With me talking to you as I operate the machines, it is almost like I am your sexual partners, all of them. This may help relax you and aid in your training"</span>, continues the AI.
Your directions given, you kneel down on the pad, ready to undertake the training you’ve paid for. The pad is soft beneath you, sinking slightly as your weight indents it. <span class="neutral">"Align yourself with the dildo and spread your labia in preparation for vaginal penetration. For now you don’t need to concern yourself with the additional machines"</span>, continues your AI teacher. Following the directions given, you pull apart your feminine petals, ready to practice your vaginal sex skills. Feeling so excited with the anticipation for what is about to come, you have real issues staying still, practically bouncing in your odd position, but you manage to just about stay in place, knowing how great this is going to be.
The dildo slowly makes its way forwards, way too slowly for your preferences, gently yet insistently penetrating your pussy, certainly too shallowly to do anything more than tease and edge you. Sighing in mock boredom as it makes its languid retreat, you wonder if maybe it’s too thin for your well-trained cunt, the penetration occurring with very little friction. It’s still nice, but you yearn for something more to fill you, and you’re pretty sure you’re going to get what you’re looking for.
Frustrated by the simple fucking and wanting the full course, you call out to Alice, <span class="player">"Come on Alice, can’t you make it go faster at least? I can take way more!"</span>, desperate for a harder ravaging of your needy cunt. Sadly, you’re not sure if the AI is even listening, the only possible response being a quiet, <span class="neutral">'bing'</span>, sound.
For a while this is repeated, the dildo increasing in speed slowly, each time penetrating you slightly deeper. Needing something more, you frantically push back against it, taking in a more extensive portion of dildo, but it still feels too small for your liking. It barely rubs your hidden pleasure spots, frustrating you without giving you the relief you desire, but that’s somewhat to be expected when you take into account just how much you’ve previously stretched out your cunt hole. <span class="neutral">"This is good $firstName. You are making me feel great. Training increase initiated"</span>, states your AI companion. Strangely, you’re almost sure you heard a note of emotion in that monotone voice, weird.
Almost immediately the dildo picks up in speed, pressing forward into your lusty cunt much deeper than previously. You moan lewdly as the motorised cock bottoms out on you, making you feel nicely full, but you were still hoping for something more. That’s when what you’ve been longing for finally happens.
Whirring from behind you, you look over your shoulder to discover the source of the sound, gasping in delight at what you see. Just as you’d hoped, emerging from the hole beside the dildo currently reaming your slutty rear is a second dildo. It doesn’t make any contact with you, but it looks thicker, and you know from previous experience that it isn’t just for show. Confirming your suspicious, Alice announces, <span class="neutral">"Your current task is to learn how to entertain multiple clients at the same time with your vagina. You will need to share your time between the various machines, doing your best to bring each of them to the point of cumming. Each of the devices is fitted with sensors and a fake cum reserve, so you will need to work hard if you are to succeed. Good luck trainee $firstName"</span>.
Feeling a cheeky smile cross your face, enjoying the sound of your challenge, you pull yourself off of the dildo currently lodged in your cunt with a loud wet slurp, twisting just enough to realign yourself with the new, much more intense looking mechanical partner. Ramming yourself backwards, you moan with lewd abandon, lost in the pleasure of finally having something sizable within you after all the previous teasing. Your <<if $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock and pussy are<<else>>pussy is<</if>> certainly appreciative, coursing with arousal beneath you that eventually builds up into a messy orgasm. Your <<if $penis>>cum<<else>>fem-cum<</if>> puddling beneath you as you wantonly screw yourself on the machine cock with your worn-out vagina, you can’t help but have a second quick orgasm as you arouse yourself over how naughty this all is.
That’s when it gets even better! Emerging just from above the current cock, angled down slightly so it aims at the same spot, a second thick rod emerges. Eyes wide with rapturous delight, you do your best to accommodate it into your giant ruined pussy too, wincing a little at just how much it stretches out your remarkably worn cunt. Still, it’s beautiful, two huge cocks pumping into your whore cunt at the same time, fulfilling a fantasy you never realized you had before today. You’re in bliss!
For the next couple of hours, you continue on trying to satisfy all of the machines simultaneously, more turning on as time goes by. Your cunt well and truly filled to the brim with the fake cum, you find yourself enjoying a steady stream of praise from Alice.. She even thanks you a couple of times for, <span class="neutral">"Being such a slutty pussy whore"</span>, though you’re not sure if she can feel anything or if praising you was just part of her programming. Catching a look at yourself in a mirror as you get up from the device, you can see your vagina is a gaping wide, your pussy lips open allowing anyone who looks to see far into its depths, cum flooding out of it as you stand. You blush heavily as you think about all the people who’ve just seen the evidence of what a vaginal whore you are, the shame of it all bringing a sharp burst of arousal to you, in turn only increasing your shame.<<set $ggp -= 100>>Finally arriving at your destination, you find yourself in a vast room. Bare except for rows and rows of strange devices resembling flesh-lights embedded in walls, and a large mat containing an open chest of sex toys. Beside the chest of sex toys, you also notice a small cart, filled with paper tissues and lubricant bottles, a waste bin fitted on the side looking heavily used. Meanwhile, a wide array of men are scattered across the room, playing with their cocks, or servicing the various devices. On the mat, a group of men sit, playing with handheld flesh-lights, other toys, and their own hands, competing on all matters of things, including who can las the longest without cumming, and who can cum the most. A screen next to the door lights up with the avatar of Alice. <span class="neutral">"Thank you for selecting to refine your penile sex skills. 100 G.G.P has been removed from your account, please wait whilst I determine the best possible training regime for your needs"</span>, her monotone voice chimes. <<if $penisSexSkill == 3>><span class="neutral">"Your penile sex ability is already perfect, training defaults to maintaining current skill level"</span>, the AI continues after a moment pause. <</if>><<if $currentClothing != "Naked" || $currentUnderwear !="Naked">><br><br><span class="neutral">"You will also need to be completely nude for this training session. Please remove all clothing and place it in the corresponding locker by the door"</span>, adds the AI officiously, a nearby locker lighting up to indicate where your possessions need to go. Following her directions, <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<</if>>, placing everything in the offered locker before returning to the AI’s console.<</if>>
<<if $penisSexSkill == 0>><<include [[Penis Training Trained]]>><<elseif $penisSexSkill == 1>><<include [[Penis Training Expert]]>><<elseif $penisSexSkill == 2>><<include [[Penis Training Master]]>><<else>><<set $random = random(1,3)>><<if $random == 1>><<include [[Penis Training Extra 1]]>><<elseif $random == 2>><<include [[Penis Training Extra 2]]>><<elseif $random == 3>><<include [[Penis Training Extra 3]]>><</if>><</if>>
With your training complete you clean up and <a data-passage="Travel Back">travel back to your room</a>.<<set $penisSexSkill += 1>><<set $timesFuckedPussy += 5>><span class="neutral">"Intermediate penile sex training selected, please proceed to machine number <<set $random = random(1,100)>>$random"</span>, the AI continues after a moment pause.
Your training orders received, you head across to the directed machine, observing it the device resembles a gloryhole with a complicated fleshlight within it, a pair of handles above it to give you something to hold on to. <span class="neutral">"Please stand facing the hole directly in front of it so that I can start the training procedure"</span>, intones the monotone voice of Alice, catching you by surprise as you can’t see any terminals nearby. <span class="neutral">"My voice is being transmitted through the machine $firstName, I can see you through a camera in the training device. With me talking to you as I operate the machine, it is almost like I am your sexual partner. This may help relax you and aid in your training"</span>, continues the AI.
Your current questions answered, you walk over to the mentioned spot in front of the hole, ready to undertake the training you’ve paid for. The floor is soft beneath your feet, causing you to sink slightly as your weight indents it. <span class="neutral">"Align yourself with the glory hole and insert your penis into the training device, then wait for the next command"</span>, continues your AI teacher. Following the directions given, you take a moment to get semi-erect, putting you <<checkPenis>> cock into the awaiting opening, ready to practice your penile sex skills.
The slick insides of the device hugging your member, you let out a slight moan as it begins to gently massage your dick, vibrating and undulating as if it were alive. In fact, the warm soft inside of the gloryhole very much feels as if it could be a real pussy, even emitting a feminine musk much to your surprised worry. For a while this is repeated, and it feels great, but your ardour eventually begins to get the best of you, causing you to subconsciously begin shifting forward and back, the friction upon your rod causing you intense pleasure. <span class="neutral">"This is good $firstName. You are making me feel great. Training increase initiated. Your new task now that you have acclimated to the gloryhole is to bring the device to orgasm. Do not worry though, this device is entirely mechanical, and any such reaction is entirely simulated"</span>, states your AI companion. Strangely, you’re almost sure you heard a note of emotion in that monotone voice, weird.
Before your eyes, a small screen emerges from the front of the wall, previously concealed as if nothing was there at all. Multicoloured bars, labelled with various ‘stats’ cover what the current state of the training device is, listing everything from tiredness to soreness. As it goes, it doesn’t seem like you’re doing too badly so far, the faux-cunt apparently happy in most every category. Smiling a little at your abilities, you continue to rut yourself against the gloryhole, taking a firm hold of the two available handholds so that you can truly pick up the pace. Your dick embraced by the wonderful reactions of the device, you can’t help but acknowledge just how great it feels. Pushing the wall-pussy to an easy orgasm, you own <<if $vagina>><<checkPenis>> cock and pussy are<<else>><<checkPenis>> cock is<</if>> certainly appreciative, brought to orgasm too by the device as it milks dick in the way only an orgasm can, causing you to unload a torrent of your cum deep into its confines.
<span class="neutral">"Well done $firstName! You managed to bring the device to orgasm on level one. However, you still have a lot you can improve on. Keeping track of the most responsive locations can allow you to achieve your goal much easier, experiment and figure out which spots work best for your partner"</span>, directs Alice, helpfully. Heeding the advice, as the screen resets, you try to shift your position a little, pressing your penis more firmly against the top wall of the vagina. It’s a bit difficult at first, and a little tiring, however, you can already see that your exploration is paying off, the vagina reacting much more favourably this time.
For the next couple of hours, you continue on trying to improve your penile sex ability, making progress under the steady tutelage of Alice. She even thanks you a couple of times for, <span class="neutral">"Making her feel good"</span>, though you’re not sure if she can feel anything or if praising you was just part of her programming.<<set $penisSexSkill += 1>><<set $timesFuckedPussy += 10>><span class="neutral">"Expert penile sex training selected, please proceed to machine number <<set $random = random(1,100)>>$random"</span>, the AI continues after a moment pause.
Your training orders received, you head across to the directed machine. Observing it, the device resembles a gloryhole with a complicated fleshlight within it, a pair of handles above it to give you something to hold on to. Additionally, a small screen you’ve previously seen resides above it, previously concealed at the start of your first visit. Multicoloured bars, labelled with various ‘stats’ cover what the current state of the training device is, listing everything from tiredness to soreness.<span class="neutral">"Please stand facing the hole directly in front of it so that I can start the training procedure"</span>, intones the monotone voice of Alice, no longer catching you by surprise as it did the first time. <span class="neutral">"My voice is being transmitted through the machine $firstName, I can see you through a camera in the training device. With me talking to you as I operate the machine, it is almost like I am your sexual partner. This may help relax you and aid in your training"</span>, continues the AI.
Your current questions answered, you walk over to the mentioned spot in front of the hole, ready to undertake the training you’ve paid for. The floor is soft beneath your feet, causing you to sink slightly as your weight indents it. <span class="neutral">"Align yourself with the glory hole and insert your penis into the training device, begin to practice usage, then wait for the next command"</span>, continues your AI teacher. Following the directions given, you take a moment to get semi-erect, putting you <<checkPenis>> cock into the awaiting opening, ready to practice your penile sex skills.
The slick insides of the device hugging your member, you let out a slight moan as it begins to gently massage your dick, vibrating and undulating as if it were alive. In fact, the warm soft inside of the gloryhole very much feels as if it could be a real pussy, even emitting a feminine musk, only revving you up even more. For a small while you revel in the wonderous sensation of just letting the device do its job, and it feels great, but your well-trained ardour eventually begins to get the best of you, causing you to subconsciously begin shifting forward and back, the friction upon your rod causing you intense pleasure. The screen above it all the time taking note of your skilled movements, indicating heavily that you’re obviously already an expert at penile techniques.
<span class="neutral">"This is good $firstName. You are making me feel great. Training increase initiated. Your new task now that you have re-acclimated to the gloryhole is to manage fucking multiple partners simultaneously. Do not worry though, the devices are entirely mechanical, and any such reaction is entirely simulated"</span>, states your AI companion. Strangely, you’re almost sure you heard a note of emotion in that monotone voice, weird.
Before your eyes, another two sets of gloryholes, screens and handles emerge from the wall either side of you, in total now giving you three partners to handle. The screen directly in front of you shows that that one is being well treated, but you’re not entirely sure how you’ll deal with the other two at the same time. Still, sure of your abilities, you pull out, shifting with only a slight fumble into the left-hand hole, taking a firm hold of the two available handholds so that you can truly show the device the depth of your abilities. Your dick embraced by the wonderful reactions of the device, you can’t help but acknowledge just how great it feels, maybe even better than the first. Pushing the wall-pussy to a quick yet powerful orgasm, you own <<if $vagina>><<checkPenis>> cock and pussy are<<else>><<checkPenis>> cock is<</if>> certainly appreciative, finally brought to orgasm too by the device as it milks dick in the way only an orgasm can, causing you to unload a torrent of your cum deep into its confines. Thankfully, your recovery time is such that you’re soon able to shift back to the last unused hole.
<span class="neutral">"Well done $firstName! You’re doing great! However, you would certainly benefit from practicing your rapid penile insertions for these sorts of situations. Being able to accurately penetrate your partner in a hurry is a very important skill. Further, you may want to hold back from cumming if you’re dealing with multiple partners, or else you may leave one of the later ones unfulfilled"</span>, explains Alice, advising you slowly on how to improve your technique. Shifting your position a little and taking a deep breath, you attempt to push into one of the holes without guiding it in with your hands, seeing if you can figure out a good position to do so. It is a bit difficult the first time you try, and a little tiring, however, the technique will obviously save you a lot of time, and as the bars begin to fill-up even quicker you wonder momentarily if you might really be able to please a whole bunch of people with just your dick.
For the next couple of hours, you continue on trying to training your penile sex ability, enjoying the steady stream of advice from Alice. She even thanks you a couple of times for, <span class="neutral">"Making her feel good"</span>, though you’re not sure if she can feel anything or if praising you was just part of her programming. Catching a look at yourself in a mirror as you get up from the device, you can see your cock is still painfully erect, its length flexing as if it had a mind of its own, pre-cum flooding out of the tip as you stand. You blush heavily as you think about all the people who’ve just seen the evidence of how dick focused you are, the shame of it all bringing a sharp burst of arousal to you, in turn only increasing your shame.
<<set $penisSexSkill += 1>><<set $timesMasturbated += 3>><span class="neutral">"Basic penile sex training selected, please proceed to the play mat and become accustomed to the fleshlight and toy collection. Lubrication is available if necessary"</span>, the AI continues after a moment pause.
Your training orders received, you head across to the mat, walking straight to the assorted collection of sex toys. Looking into the chest you see, piled high, a wide range of brightly coloured plastic and rubber toy and cock sheathes. Separated down the middle, the first half seems to be comprised of normal fleshlights, most of which are cylindrical with vagina like openings, though some of them are a little different, either shaped like ass holes or more exotic orifices, some of which don’t look entirely human. The second half, however, is instead filled with a variety of other toys, ranging from little vibes to vibrating cock rings. Beside all of this sits a small cart with a large liquid tank, labelled clearly across the side as the, <span class="neutral">"Lubrication Station"</span>, which could be handy given all the wanking your about to undertake.
Selecting from the box a nice-looking couple of standard vaginal fleshlights, rubbery and without any special features, you shudder a little in anticipation, knowing what you’re soon about to do with them. Additionally, unable to help yourself, you grab a vibrating cock ring out of curiosity, tempted to give it a test if you find the time. Your arms now laden with instruments of pleasure, you walk around the mat looking for a free spot, only stopping briefly to fill squirt a little lube into the fleshlights for later. Deciding eventually to sit between a brunette and blonde man, each with their own pile of toys in front of them, you watch on as they grunt at one another, each picking up a long masturbatory cylinder. Suddenly, with a quick nod, the both of them ram the toys down to sheath their extensive and girthy dicks, proceeding to masturbate furiously, loud squelches of lube-coated dicks penetrating rubber filling the air.
Taking one of your own fleshlights in hand, you look it over, trying to get used to the size and heft of the tube, even going so far as to stick one of your fingers inside it to check out how it feels. Leaning back a bit, your legs spread wide, you run your hand across your <<checkPenis>> cock, giving it a few tentative pumps to get it hard. Closing your eyes, feeling more than a little awkward about touching yourself in front of so many people<<if $exhibitionismSkill >0>>, even your exhibitionism training not preparing you to be part of such a strange public and group masturbation session<</if>>, you manage to get a semi-erection going, albeit a little slowly. Letting out a little sigh of relief, you slowly allow the fleshlight to envelop your penis, your nervous sighs soon shifting into a stifled moan.
<span class="male">"Hey bro! Do you want some help?"</span>, you hear from the muscular blonde beside you, <span class="male">"Me and my buddy have been doing this stuff a while, so we have a few tips if you’re up for them. Like, you don’t need the lube if you work yourself up well enough first, after the treatment your cock makes some pretty awesome pre-cum, so make use of it and you won’t have to spoil them moment. Oh, and like, if you’re having trouble with your staying power, then knocking one out beforehand can totally help. You’ll be a bit tender down there, but you won’t blow your load too quickly and annoy your partner"</span>.
Looking over at the guy, still wanking of manically beside you, you take a moment to think matters over. <<if $sexualPreference != 1>>Nodding happily, you watch his eyes light up as he gets up, gesturing to the muscular brunette on the other side of you. As they walk away, heading purposely in front of you, can’t help but laugh a little at them not having removed their fleshlights, still pumping their giant cocks as they leave.
<span class="male">"We’re back bro!"</span>, laughs the brunette, <span class="male">"And we got some stuff too!"</span>, depositing some extra toys before you. To your shock some of them look pretty odd and menacing, though you get the feeling that the guy might be pranking you with those going by the fist bump the perform together once your look up at them.
Listening on to the continuing advice they give, you jump a little as cold air makes contact with your wet <<checkPenis>> cock. To your surprise though, your cock soon feels a lot warmer, something large and soft now touching it. Slightly distracted, you look down, spotting that the blonde man seems to have removed your fleshlight, having wrapped his fingers around your semi erect rod instead. The muscular brunette, however, is sitting beside you, moving in to make out with you passionately while you’re off balance from his friends movements. The masculine taste of the other man’s tongue entangling with your own dominating your senses, you let out a wide eyed moan as the one holding your dick, seemingly pleased with your current hardness, decides to actually start wanking you off. It feels kind of overwhelming to be overcome with so much sensation all at once, but your <<if $vagina>><<checkPenis>> cock and pussy are<<else>><<checkPenis>> cock is<</if>> certainly appreciative, pulsing hotly with budding need.
And so, you all carry on, the two hunks taking turns to rub your wanting length, eventually moving on to helping you try out a few basic toys. After all the work up, you feel ready to blow the moment they’ll let you, but instead they help show you when to stop if you want to resist cumming. It’s a strange feeling, being so pent up with sexual desire, but following advice from your helpers you’re assured that you’ll be able to prolong sex for longer now.<<else>>Shaking your head, not wanting to have the guys ‘help’ you with your penile training, you watch as the muscle bound blonde man looks a little sad.
<span class="male">"Sure bro, like, whatever you want. But, you could probably do with some advice still"</span>, offers the brunette from the other side of you. <span class="male">"You’ll really want to get yourself more revved up before you start. Going in too soft can be really hard work, and it means you’ll have a harder time keeping yourself lodged far enough inside your partner. Though, the treatment we all got coming in here really does help things out a lot in keeping you constantly horny and rock hard. Like, you can start without being one-hundred-percent, it’s just better for you if you’re properly prepared first, some of the clients you can get are pretty demanding, and you don’t want to hurt yourself or annoy them"</span>.
Listening on to the continuing advice, you resume your previous actions, taking the hint to spend a moment to think sexy thoughts and get yourself fully erect before continuing on with your fleshlight. Your cock is already bursting with need barely after you’ve started, but part of the reason for this training to practice your staying power, so instead you make sure to stop whenever you feel close to cumming. It feels kind of overwhelming to be overcome with so much sensation as you edge yourself, but your <<if $vagina>><<checkPenis>> cock and pussy are<<else>><<checkPenis>> cock is<</if>> certainly appreciative, pulsing hotly with budding need.
And so, you all carry on rubbing your wanting length before eventually moving on to trying out a few basic toys. After all the work up, you’re practically feverish with desire to cum, but instead you resist, working hard to improve your staying power. It’s a strange feeling, being so pent up with sexual desire, but following advice from your helpers you’re assured that you’ll be able to prolong sex for longer now.<</if>>
Thanks to the advice from the two big dicked bros, you find you quickly start to get more used to sex with your dick. By the end of your allotted time you've tried out a number of different fleshlights and briefly a few other toys of various types, your dick now much better trained in how to interact with them. In fact, after all the usage you’re unable to get rid of your erection for a few minutes after getting up to leave, having to awkwardly wait it out.<<set $timesMasturbated += 5>><span class="neutral">"Basic penile sex training selected, please proceed to the play mat and become accustomed to the fleshlight and toy collection. Lubrication is available if necessary"</span>, the AI continues after a moment pause.
Your training orders received, you head across to the mat, walking straight to the assorted collection of sex toys. Looking into the chest you see, piled high, a wide range of brightly coloured plastic and rubber toy and cock sheathes. Separated down the middle, the first half seems to be comprised of normal fleshlights, most of which are cylindrical with vagina like openings, though some of them are a little different, either shaped like ass holes or more exotic orifices, some of which don’t look entirely human. The second half, however, is instead filled with a variety of other toys, ranging from little vibes to vibrating cock rings. Beside all of this sits a small cart with a large liquid tank, labelled clearly across the side as the, <span class="neutral">"Lubrication Station"</span>, which could be handy given all the wanking your about to undertake. Still, the sight of all those instruments of pleasure fills you with an unbidden joy, subconsciously making your drool a little.
Selecting from the box a nice array of fleshlights, rubbery and shaped like various orifices, you shudder a little in anticipation, knowing what you’re soon about to do with them. Additionally, unable to help yourself, you grab a couple of vibrating cock rings, a penis pump, a mini vibe, and even a sounding rob out of curiosity, tempted to give them all a try if you find the time. Your arms now laden with instruments of pleasure, you walk around the mat looking for a free spot, only stopping briefly to fill squirt a little lube into the fleshlights for later. Deciding eventually to sit between a brunette and blonde man, each with their own pile of toys in front of them, you watch on as they grunt at one another, each picking up a long masturbatory cylinder. Suddenly, with a quick nod, the both of them ram the toys down to sheath their extensive and girthy dicks, proceeding to masturbate furiously, loud squelches of lube-coated dicks penetrating rubber filling the air.
Taking one of your own chunky fleshlights in hand, you look it over lovingly, smiling excitedly as you examine the size and heft of the tube, even playfully sticking a finger inside to get a idea about how it might feel. Leaning back a bit, your legs spread wide, you run your hand across your <<checkPenis>> cock, giving it a few well-practiced pumps to get it hard. Closing your eyes, revelling in the embarrassment of touching yourself in front of so many people<<if $exhibitionismSkill >0>>, your exhibitionism training only making your strange public and group masturbation session more arousing<</if>>, you manage to get a huge erection going, quickly and effortlessly. Letting out a little sigh of relief, you allow the fleshlight to envelop your penis, your exhaled sighs soon shifting into a stifled moan.
<span class="male">"Wow bro! You look like you’ve got this down pretty solid, don’t think I’ve ever seen someone get so rock-hard so fast"</span>, you hear from the muscular blonde beside you, <span class="male">"It’s like … woah … you have such control over your cock, it’s super impressive! It’s making me wonder what sort of stamina you gotta go with it! Could I maybe … help a little? Your cock just is fucking amazing!"</span>, he adds in awe, watching the show you’re putting on with delight.
Looking over at the guy, still wanking of manically beside you, you take a moment to think matters over. <<if $sexualPreference != 1>>Nodding happily, you watch his eyes light up as he gets up, gesturing to the muscular brunette on the other side of you. As they walk away, heading purposely in front of you, can’t help but laugh a little at them not having removed their fleshlights, still pumping their giant cocks as they leave, though you spot a few flaws in their technique.
<span class="male">"We’re back bro!"</span>, laughs the brunette, <span class="male">"And we got some stuff too!"</span>, depositing some extra toys before you. Grinning wantonly, you look forward to what the two helpers have in mind, all three of you biting your lips in arousal.
Listening on to the continuing praise they give, you jump a little as cold air makes contact with your wet <<checkPenis>> cock. To your pleasant surprise though, your cock soon feels a lot warmer, something large and soft now touching it. Slightly distracted, you look down, spotting that the blonde man seems to have removed your fleshlight, having wrapped his fingers around your firm pulsing rod instead. The muscular brunette, however, is sitting beside you, moving in to make out with you passionately while you’re slightly off balance from his friends movements. The masculine taste of the other man’s tongue entangling with your own, dominating your senses, you let out a wide-eyed moan as the one holding your dick, seemingly impressed with your current hardness, begins to start wanking you off. It feels kind of overwhelming to be overcome with so much sensation all at once despite being so used to it, but your <<if $vagina>><<checkPenis>> cock and pussy are<<else>><<checkPenis>> cock is<</if>> certainly appreciative, pulsing hotly with budding need.
And so, you all carry on, the two hunks taking turns to frantically work your wanting length, eventually moving on to trying out all sorts of strange toys on you. Despite all the work up though, you feel comfortable in resisting cumming, instead revelling in the sensations of the build-up as the two men try in vain to make you orgasm. It’s a strange feeling, being so satiated with sexual pleasure, but you’ve certainly grown to love feeling raw and oversensitive down there, filled with barely restrained desire. <<else>>Shaking your head, not wanting to have the guys ‘help’ you with your penile training, you watch as the muscle bound blonde man looks a little sad.
<span class="male">"Sure bro, like, whatever you want. But, I’d still love to watch"</span>, offers the brunette from the other side of you. <span class="male">"But, well, you’re pretty impressive! Like I’d love to try and pick up some tips from you. I bet you can resist cumming for ages, maybe even, like, an hour even? That’d be so cool dude!"</span>.
Listening on to the continuing adulations, you resume your previous actions, taking the time to really appreciate the wonderful sensations of the spectacular rubbery sheath around your dick. Your cock is already bursting with need barely after you’ve started, but your amazing training allows you to keep going without having to take a break, your stamina and staying power unmatched. It feels kind of overwhelming to be overcome with so much sensation as you edge yourself despite being so used to it, but your <<if $vagina>><<checkPenis>> cock and pussy are<<else>><<checkPenis>> cock is<</if>> certainly appreciative, pulsing hotly with budding need.
And so, you all carry on, edging yourself, eventually moving on to trying out all sorts of strange sex toys. Despite all the work up though, you feel comfortable in resisting cumming, instead revelling in the sensations of the build-up as you put your training to the test. It’s a strange feeling, being so satiated with sexual pleasure, but you’ve certainly grown to love feeling raw and oversensitive down there, filled with barely restrained desire.<</if>>
Thanks to the company from the two muscled bro’s, you find yourself having a very enjoyable time, further practicing your penile skills. By the end of your allotted time you've tried out a number of wide array of assorted fleshlights representing evert orifice, your over-sensitive dick able to take even the greatest of pleasure without setting off too early. In fact, after all the usage your cock stays fully erect for quite a while, pulsing rhythmically at the other trainees as you wait for it to soften.<<set $timesFuckedPussy += 10>><span class="neutral">"Intermediate penile sex training selected, please proceed to machine number <<set $random = random(1,100)>>$random"</span>, the AI continues after a moment pause.
Your training orders received, you head across to the directed machine, observing it the device resembles a gloryhole with a complicated fleshlight within it, a pair of handles above it to give you something to hold on to. <span class="neutral">"Please stand facing the hole directly in front of it so that I can start the training procedure"</span>, intones the monotone voice of Alice, no longer catching you by surprise as it did the first time. <span class="neutral">"My voice is being transmitted through the machine $firstName, I can see you through a camera in the training device. With me talking to you as I operate the machine, it is almost like I am your sexual partner. This may help relax you and aid in your training"</span>, continues the AI.
Your current questions answered, you walk over to the mentioned spot in front of the hole, ready to undertake the training you’ve paid for. The floor is soft beneath your feet, causing you to sink slightly as your weight indents it. <span class="neutral">"Align yourself with the glory hole and insert your penis into the training device, then wait for the next command"</span>, continues your AI teacher. Following the directions given, you take a moment to get semi-erect, putting you <<checkPenis>> cock into the awaiting opening, ready to practice your penile sex skills.
The slick insides of the device hugging your member, you let out a slight moan as it begins to gently massage your dick, vibrating and undulating as if it were alive. In fact, the warm soft inside of the gloryhole very much feels as if it could be a real pussy, even emitting a feminine musk, only revving you up even more. For a small while you revel in the wonderous sensation of just letting the device do its job, and it feels great, but your well-trained ardour eventually begins to get the best of you, causing you to subconsciously begin shifting forward and back, the friction upon your rod causing you intense pleasure. <span class="neutral">"This is good $firstName. You are making me feel great. Training increase initiated. Your new task now that you have re-acclimated to the gloryhole is to bring the device to orgasm. Do not worry though, this device is entirely mechanical, and any such reaction is entirely simulated"</span>, states your AI companion. Strangely, you’re almost sure you heard a note of emotion in that monotone voice, weird.
Before your eyes, a small screen you’ve previously seen emerges from the front of the wall, up until now concealed as if nothing was there at all. Multicoloured bars, labelled with various ‘stats’ cover what the current state of the training device is, listing everything from tiredness to soreness. As it goes, it looks like you’re doing amazing so far, the faux-cunt apparently already having orgasmed one and close to doing so again. Smiling a little at your masterful abilities, you continue to fuck against the gloryhole, taking a firm hold of the two available handholds so that you can truly show the device the depth of your abilities. Your dick embraced by the wonderful reactions of the device, you can’t help but acknowledge just how great it feels. Pushing the wall-pussy to a string of powerful orgasms, you own <<if $vagina>><<checkPenis>> cock and pussy are<<else>><<checkPenis>> cock is<</if>> certainly appreciative, finally brought to orgasm too by the device as it milks dick in the way only an orgasm can, causing you to unload a torrent of your cum deep into its confines.
<span class="neutral">"Well done $firstName! Your abilities are flawless! I can’t note a single area of improvement. Keep up the good work"</span>, praises Alice, much to your delight. A warm glow of pride heating up your chest after hearing such nice comments, you shift your position a little, pressing your penis more firmly against the top wall of the vagina. It was a bit difficult the first time you tried, and a little tiring, however, the technique is a real pleaser, and as the bars begin to fill-up you wonder momentarily if you might break the machine with how hard it seems to be responding.
For the next couple of hours, you continue on trying to exercise your penile sex ability, enjoying the steady praise from Alice. She even thanks you a couple of times for, <span class="neutral">"Making her feel good"</span>, though you’re not sure if she can feel anything or if praising you was just part of her programming.<<set $timesFuckedPussy += 10>><span class="neutral">"Expert penile sex training selected, please proceed to machine number <<set $random = random(1,100)>>$random"</span>, the AI continues after a moment pause.
Your training orders received, you head across to the directed machine. Observing it, the device resembles a gloryhole with a complicated fleshlight within it, a pair of handles above it to give you something to hold on to. Additionally, a small screen you’ve previously seen resides above it, once upon a time concealed at the start of your first ever visit to the training station. Multicoloured bars, labelled with various ‘stats’ cover what the current state of the training device is, listing everything from tiredness to soreness.<span class="neutral">"Please stand facing the hole directly in front of it so that I can start the training procedure"</span>, intones the monotone voice of Alice, no longer catching you by surprise as it did the first time. <span class="neutral">"My voice is being transmitted through the machine $firstName, I can see you through a camera in the training device. With me talking to you as I operate the machine, it is almost like I am your sexual partner. This may help relax you and aid in your training"</span>, continues the AI.
Your current questions answered, you walk over to the mentioned spot in front of the hole, ready to undertake the training you’ve paid for. The floor is soft beneath your feet, causing you to sink slightly as your weight indents it. <span class="neutral">"Align yourself with the glory hole and insert your penis into the training device, begin to practice usage, then wait for the next command"</span>, continues your AI teacher. Following the directions given, you take a moment to get semi-erect, putting you <<checkPenis>> cock into the awaiting opening, ready to practice your penile sex skills.
The slick insides of the device hugging your member, you let out a slight moan as it begins to gently massage your dick, vibrating and undulating as if it were alive. In fact, the warm soft inside of the gloryhole very much feels as if it could be a real pussy, even emitting a feminine musk, only revving you up even more. For a small while you revel in the wonderous sensation of just letting the device do its job, and it feels great, but your well-trained ardour eventually begins to get the best of you, causing you to subconsciously begin shifting forward and back, the friction upon your rod causing you intense pleasure. The screen above it all the time taking note of your skilled movements, indicating heavily that you’re obviously already a master at penile techniques, easily bringing the machine to a string of passionate orgasms.
<span class="neutral">"This is good $firstName. You are making me feel great. Training increase initiated. Your new task now that you have re-acclimated to the gloryhole is to manage fucking multiple partners simultaneously. Do not worry though, the devices are entirely mechanical, and any such reaction is entirely simulated"</span>, states your AI companion. Strangely, you’re almost sure you heard a note of emotion in that monotone voice, weird.
Before your eyes, another two sets of gloryholes, screens and handles emerge from the wall either side of you, in total now giving you three partners to handle. More so though, above each of the vaginal gloryhole slots appears a new anal style opening, laying the three sets out as if they were all splayed out doggystyle. The screen directly in front of you shows that that one is doing great, but you’re not posed with the challenge of handling the new simulated partners, a challenge you’re confident you can handle. Truly sure of your abilities, you pull out, shifting with well-practiced skill into the left-hand hole, taking a firm hold of the two available handholds so that you can truly show the device the depth of your abilities. Your dick embraced by the wonderful reactions of the device, you can’t help but acknowledge just how great it feels, maybe even better than the first. Pushing the wall-pussy to a quick yet powerful orgasm, you own <<if $vagina>><<checkPenis>> cock and pussy are<<else>><<checkPenis>> cock is<</if>> certainly appreciative, finally brought to orgasm too by the device as it milks dick in the way only an orgasm can, causing you to unload a torrent of your cum deep into its confines. Thankfully, your recovery time is practically inhuman, such that you’re able to immediately shift back to the last unused hole.
<span class="neutral">"Well done $firstName! You’re incredibly impressive! The way you switch between partners is unparalleled, and it’s quite wonderous how quickly you can carry on between cumming. In fact, I would propose that your stamina is such that you can have sex continuously without pause"</span>, praises Alice, causing you a deep warm feeling of pride. Shifting your position a little, you begin to rapidly alternate between the three holes, fucking them all quickly back and forth. Skilled as you are not only is it not tiring, but you can also see that all three of the screens are reacting amazingly, having concurrent orgasms as you dart from one to the next.
For the next couple of hours, you continue on exercising your penile sex ability, enjoying the steady stream of praise from Alice. She even thanks you a couple of times for, <span class="neutral">"Making her feel good"</span>, though you’re not sure if she can feel anything or if praising you was just part of her programming. Catching a look at yourself in a mirror as you get up from the device, you can see your cock is still painfully erect, its length flexing as if it had a mind of its own, pre-cum flooding out of the tip as you stand. You blush heavily as you think about all the people who’ve just seen the evidence of how dick focused you are, the shame of it all bringing a sharp burst of arousal to you, in turn only increasing your shame.You order a Party-Time cocktail from the peppy bartender, disregarding the large warning message that it, <span class="neutral">"May Cause Suggestibility"</span>, whatever that means. Watching on as the buxom bartender giggles as she retrieves a large selection of liquor bottles and mixers, you do have a moment of nervous curiosity as she removes something which glows a bright neon lime green, cold mist flowing out the top of it. With deft skill, you’re given an amazing show as she proceeds to mix up the drink, throwing around the bottles and shaking up the mixture in an extremely entertaining manner until it finally comes together, a layered drink of pink and bright glowing green with a little paper umbrella in the top.
Finally, receiving your slightly gaudy plastic cup of Party-Time, you can’t help but be a little mesmerized at how pretty it looks. Taking a sniff, still unsure of the full details of its ingredients, the bartender having been quite dedicated in covering them up, you certainly can conclude that whatever it’s made of it smells fruity and extremely alcoholic. Then again, the amount of alcohol is probably your least concern, the strange glowing substance still causing it to let off a bright entrancing light. Tentatively, you take a sip.
Immediately you are impressed. You feel filled the need to dance and party, everything just seeming that much prettier and more fun. Like this, you feel that you’d be up for anything. More so, it tastes exceptionally delicious, almost as if someone had distilled happiness into drink form. For a short time, you slowly drink your way through your cocktail, enjoying some time to yourself swaying merrily to the music and aroused-ly watching people dance. It's so nice and a lot of fun, even if you’re starting to feel rather in need of a good fuck.
<span class="bimbo">"… that’s right, it’s so much nicer to go with the flow … if people want casual sex with you, you should let them … making people happy will make you happy …"</span>, just on the edge of your mind you hear the smallest voice, so quiet that you’re not sure if you’re just imagining it. It does kind of make sense though, <<if $submission <= 97>><<set $submission += 3>>doing what others tell you does sound hot, being more submissive would probably you’re your life better<<elseif $submission < 100>><<set $submission = 100>>being owned by someone who makes your decisions for you sounds amazing, just thinking about it makes you incredibly horny<<else>>being owned by someone who makes your decisions for you sounds amazing, just thinking about it makes you incredibly horny<</if>>.
Before long, you finish your cocktail, with nothing, other than a lingering need to be told what to do, occurring to you as a result<<if $diaperWettingPlay && $diaperSkill >0>>. However, drinking all that strange cocktail, especially with your weak bladder, is likely to push you to wetting yourself sooner or later<</if>><<if $incontinenceTreatment && $waterSportsPlay && $incontinenceCountDown >0>>. Taking into account the situation with your incontinence chip, maybe filling up on that strange cocktail wasn't such a good idea, you think as you feel a sloshing pressure in your bladder region<</if>>. Instead, you just find yourself standing at the bar, with the [[cute bartender in front of you|Club B Drinks Menu]].You order a shot of Bloodlust from the surly bartender and he slowly pours it for you out of a glowing red bottle which he pulls from under the table. It's hard to tell whether he just doesn't like your presence in the bar, or if he's just generally a grumpy person, though you do sense a hint of smile at your drink order.
Finally, you receive your small brightly shining red shot. It’s kind of freaky, and a little unappetizing, the liquid bubbling on its own as it casts out a blood red glow upon you. Picking it up to drink, you catch a whiff of its scent, causing you to almost gag though you stop yourself in time. You can’t be sure of what it’s made of, but it doesn’t smell great, certainly something hot and spicy to it that makes your eyes water. Not wanting to think about it too much longer, you close your eyes and swallow the contents of your shot glass, imbibing the mysterious Bloodlust.
Immediately you are impressed. It tastes foul, but you feel as if you’re the king of the world for managing to down it. Burning its way down your throat, you were right in your guess that it might be spicy, the taste of hot sauce definitely a part of it, along with something sour. Despite the grimace inducing taste though, you’re really enjoying yourself, a surge of confident energy brimming within you. Looking at the other surly patrons sitting around you, you’re tempted to pick a fight so pumped are you feeling, only a niggling sense of self-preservation stopping you.
<span class="male">"… you could take that guy, he doesn’t look too hard … wouldn’t it be great to just grab someone and fuck them in the bathroom … you’re amazing, anyone who thinks otherwise is just lying to themselves …"</span>, just on the edge of your mind you hear the smallest voice, so quiet that you’re not sure if you’re just imagining it. It does kind of make sense though, <<if $submission >= -97>><<set $submission -= 3>>you are great, and everyone should know about it. Plus, being in charge of someone just sounds amazingly hot<<elseif $submission > -100>><<set $submission = -100>>you’re the best and everyone knows it or is in denial. You’re so great in fact you should obviously have your own sex slaves to adore and worship your dominance<<else>>you’re the best and everyone knows it or is in denial. You’re so great in fact you should obviously have your own sex slaves to adore and worship your dominance<</if>>.
Almost immediately you finish your shot, with nothing occurring to you as a result other than a newfound feeling of confidence<<if $diaperWettingPlay && $diaperSkill >0>>. However, drinking all that shot, especially with your weak bladder, is likely to push you to wetting yourself sooner or later<</if>><<if $incontinenceTreatment && $waterSportsPlay && $incontinenceCountDown >0>>. Taking into account the situation with your incontinence chip, maybe drinking that shot wasn't such a good idea, you think as you feel a sloshing pressure in your bladder region<</if>>. Instead, you just find yourself sitting at the bar, with the [[bartender in front of you|The Fainting Goat Bar Drinks Menu]].<<set $hypnoBearTrait = true>><<if $furniture.indexOf("Snuggly warm teddy bear") == -1>><<addToFurniture "Snuggly warm teddy bear">><</if>>As you begin preparing for bed, a knocking at your door disturbs your actions. Letting herself in, you see the familiar form of your caretaker Aunt Mildred. With greying hair and a prodigious set of breasts, the middle-aged woman is dressed in a long sleeved floor-length brown dress, an impeccably clean apron tied off in front of it. In her arms she carries before her a small and especially fuzzy looking teddy bear.
<span class= "female">"Hello dear. Just checking in, I hope that everything is going well with your training and work. I thought I’d bring you a little gift to cheer you up with, after all your hard work and training. Teddy bears are adorable, just like my sweet little $firstName, and they are a lot of fun to snuggle up to too. I’m sure it’ll help you sleep better"</span>, explains the matronly woman in a cheery tone, her expression filled with kindly warmth towards you. Passing further into the room, she places what she carries upon one of your bed pillows, tucking the cute bear slightly under the covers.
A little confused by the gift, and rather wary of anything given to you by a facility staff member, you can see no option but to accept it. Reaching your arms out, you respond, <span class="player">"Thank you Aunt Mildred. It was nice of you to think of me by getting me a cute teddy"</span>. As you thank the woman, you approach the gift yourself, taking a moment to inspect the extremely huggable looking soft toy that you’ve just been presented with.
<span class="female">"Don’t worry about me dear. You’re my cute little baby $firstName, so of course I want to spoil you with all the toys that a sweet child needs. In fact, maybe collecting something nice like fluffy teddy bears could be a hobby for you"</span>, she explains, patting you condescendingly on the forehead.
Her visit complete, Aunt Mildred begins to depart, giving you a quick hug and a chaste motherly kiss to the forehead. <span class="female">"Sorry about this being such a quick visit sweetheart, but I’ve really got to be going. I don’t have any punishments to give you, and things are busy in the office, so I need to be on my way. That said, you would be best to keep that teddy close, I’ll know if you don’t. Goodnight diaper-bum"</span>.
The intimidating carer now departed, you clamber up upon your large bed, pulling out the bear to give it a much greater examination than the cursory one you gave it a few minutes before. He’s very snuggly, and just a little warmer than you’d expect, though you can’t tell if that’s some sort of heating system or a result of the material it’s made of. The bear isn’t huge, only a foot or two in height, but it’s certainly big enough to cuddle as she suggested, it’s long luxurious fur feeling amazing to the touch. That said, after her ominous words about knowing if you don’t keep it close, you get the sinking feeling it might be more than meets the eye.
<<if $submission >= 10>>Unable to resist giving it a quick hug to see just how good it feels, the idea heavy in your mind, you lie down upon your remarkably comfortable bed, pulling the cute teddy towards you. Wrapping your arms around him, everything just feels better already. Cuddling the warm and soft bear to your chest, you feel oddly protected, like he was some sort of childish security blanket. Catching you by surprise, you’re sure in your groggy state you hear a faint, <span class="neutral">"Good <<if $femininity >= 0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>>"</span>, emanating from deep within the bears fluffy confines, but tired as you are you can’t be sure.<<else>><<set $submission += 3>>You momentarily wonder about whether you should give the bear a quick hug, the idea heavy in your mind. However, you can’t push yourself to it, the thought of cuddling up to the teddy like some small child stopping you in your tracks, saddening you slightly as you still can’t help but to desire stroking his fluffy form. Catching you by surprise, you’re sure in your groggy state you hear a faint, <span class="neutral">"Bad <<if $femininity >= 0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>>"</span>, emanating from deep within the bears fluffy confines, but tired as you are you can’t be sure. Weirder, you find yourself feeling pretty bad for not cuddling up to the sweet gift.<</if>>
Your inspections of the gifted toy over, you begin getting prepared for bed again. It’s kind of nice to receive a gift, even if the giver might have ulterior motives. For now though, sleep is a higher priority on your mind.
<<include [[ABDL Trainer End]]>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Plain Dark Green Onesie") == -1>><<addToWardrobe "Plain Dark Green Onesie">>As you begin preparing for bed, a knocking at your door disturbs your actions. Letting herself in, you see the familiar form of your caretaker Aunt Mildred. With greying hair and a prodigious set of breasts, the middle-aged woman is dressed in a long sleeved floor-length brown dress, an impeccably clean apron tied off in front of it. In her arms she carries a small bundle of dark-green material, though what it is you can’t tell.
<span class= "female">"Hello my sweet diaper-bum. It’s always great to see my little cutie, I hope that everything is going well with your play time, and that you’ve met lots of lovely little friends. I’ve seen you getting ready for bed sweetheart, and I just thought how adorable it’d be to get you a cute onesie to wear. My special <<if $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> needs to keep nice and warm for their Aunt Mildred"</span>, intones the old woman in a cheery tone, her expression filled with kindly warmth towards you. Passing further into the room, she places what she carries upon your desk and retreats back a few steps.
Confused, but knowing that you don’t have a choice in the matter, you answer, <span class="player">"Thank you Aunt Mildred it’s a really nice outfit"</span>, her response to which is to just shake her head, barely restraining a chuckle.
<span class="female">"Of course dear, you’re just so well behaved. Now, it’s kind of fleecy, and should it be nice and toasty in bed. So, sweetheart, are you going to try it on for your Aunt Mildred? I’d hate to give you something and for you to ignore it"</span>, she explains, gesturing towards her gift to you, the slightest hint of a threat in her tone.
<<if $submission >= 10>>Knowing you’d feel bad if you didn’t at least try it on, especially after she’s gone to so much effort to get you it, you decide to put on the onesie. Getting a closer look at it, you realize that it isn’t too offensive at least, composed of a dark green patter-less material that feels extremely soft to the touch. It does seem a little childish to wear a onesie, but at the end of the day adults wear them too, right?
Offering Aunt Mildred a quiet, <span class="player">"Of course Aunt Mildred"</span>, you <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>take off your $currentClothing, folding it tidily before starting to don your new Plain Dark Green Onesie <<else>>try to figure out how to put on your new Plain Dark Green Onesie, already not wearing any clothes that would get in its way<</if>>. Finding the zipper on the back of it, it doesn’t take much effort to wriggle your way inside of it, zipping it back up again to seal you inside. Taking a moment to analyse it, you’re pleasantly surprised how warm and comfortable it really is, fitting you perfectly. The only real downside is that it has an embarrassing buttoned bum flap, though it’s not like anyone will really see that if you only wear the onesie to bed.
Clapping appreciatively, Aunt Mildred coos, <span class="female">"Perfect! You look adorable in it, and now I don’t have to worry about you getting cold in bed. Or heck, getting cold if you decide to take a nap during a busy day. I bet your little friends would love to see you in it, I’ll make sure to get a picture, so I can show it off to everything. But, sadly I seem to be running out of time, I have paperwork to fill in that won’t sort itself out, so I’ll have to go after that. I’ll see you later my little $firstName, enjoy your new outfit"</span>. And, with that, the older woman to your embarrassment takes a quick photo of you on her tablet. Giving you a quick motherly kiss on the forehead, she quickly departs, seeing herself out. <<else>>You know that not trying it on just isn’t an option, the punishment just not worth it, so instead you decide to put on the onesie. Getting a closer look at it, you realize that it isn’t too offensive at least, composed of a dark green patter-less material that feels extremely soft to the touch. That said, it doesn’t make you feel much better, knowing that you really have no choice in the matter.
Offering Aunt Mildred a sighed, <span class="player">"Of course Aunt Mildred"</span>, you <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>take off your $currentClothing, leaving them in a pile on the floor before starting to don your new Plain Dark Green Onesie<<else>>try to figure out how to put on your new Plain Dark Green Onesie, already not wearing any clothes that would get in its way<</if>>. Finding the zipper on the back of it, it doesn’t take much effort to wriggle your way inside of it, zipping it back up again to seal you inside. Taking a moment to analyse it, you’re pleasantly surprised how warm and comfortable it really is, fitting you perfectly. Still, realizing that she’s given you it mostly to make you feel more childish, you can’t help but sulk in response.
Clapping appreciatively, Aunt Mildred coos, <span class="female">"Perfect! You look adorable in it, and now I don’t have to worry about you getting cold in bed. Or heck, getting cold if you decide to take a nap during a busy day. Even frowning you look so sweet, though maybe a little bratty. I bet your little friends would love to see you in it, I’ll make sure to get a picture, so I can show it off to everything. But, sadly I seem to be running out of time, I have paperwork to fill in that won’t sort itself out, so I’ll have to go after that. I’ll see you later my little $firstName, enjoy your new outfit"</span>. And, with that, the older woman to your embarrassment takes a quick photo of you on her tablet. Giving you a quick motherly kiss on the forehead, she quickly departs, seeing herself out.<</if>>
The older woman now left, you begin getting prepared for bed again, the fleecy onesie now in your possession. It’s not that bad, and it’s probably less humiliating than being nude, though whether you’ll actually wear it is something that you’re yet to fully make your mind up on. For now though, sleep is a higher priority on your mind. <<else>>As you begin preparing for bed, a knocking at your door disturbs your actions. Letting herself in, you see the familiar form of your caretaker Aunt Mildred. With greying hair and a prodigious set of breasts, the middle-aged woman is dressed in a long sleeved floor-length brown dress, an impeccably clean apron tied off in front of it. In her arms she carries a small bundle of dark-green material, though you can’t tell exactly what it is, it does look suspiciously like the onesie she brought you once before.
<span class= "female">"Hello my sweet diaper-bum. It’s always great to see my little cutie, I hope that everything is going well with your play time, and that you’ve met lots of lovely little friends. I’ve seen you getting ready for bed sweetheart, and whilst I know you’ve already got one, I just thought how adorable it’d be to get you another cute onesie to wear. My special <<if $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> needs to keep nice and warm for their Aunt Mildred"</span>, intones the old woman in a cheery tone, her expression filled with kindly warmth towards you. Passing further into the room, she places what she carries upon your desk and retreats back a few steps.
Confused, but knowing that you don’t have a choice in the matter, you answer, <span class="player">"Thank you Aunt Mildred it’s a really nice outfit, I can always use another"</span>, her response to which is to just shake her head, barely restraining a chuckle.
<span class="female">"Of course dear. You see sweetheart, accidents happen, and it’s important to prepare for those situations beforehand. That’s part of what I’m here for, to look after you and handle of all that tough planning so that you don’t have to wrack that little baby brain of yours"</span>, she explains, gesturing towards her gift to you.
<<if $submission >= 10>>Knowing you’d feel bad if you didn’t at least try it on, especially after she’s gone to so much effort to get you another one, you decide to put on the onesie. Getting a closer look at it, you realize that it like the other isn’t too offensive at least, composed of a dark green patter-less material that feels extremely soft to the touch. It does seem a little childish to wear a onesie, but at the end of the day adults wear them too, right?
Offering Aunt Mildred a quiet, <span class="player">"Of course Aunt Mildred"</span>, you <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>take off your $currentClothing, folding it tidily before starting to don your new Plain Dark Green Onesie<<else>>try to figure out how to put on your new Plain Dark Green Onesie, already not wearing any clothes that would get in its way<</if>>. Finding the zipper on the back of it, it doesn’t take much effort to wriggle your way inside of it, zipping it back up again to seal you inside. Taking a moment to analyse it, you remember how warm and comfortable it really is, fitting you perfectly. The only real downside is that it has an embarrassing buttoned bum flap, though it’s not like anyone will really see that if you only wear the onesie to bed.
Clapping appreciatively, Aunt Mildred coos, <span class="female">"Perfect! You look adorable in it, and now I don’t have to worry about you getting cold in bed ever again. Or heck, getting cold if you decide to take a nap during a busy day. I bet your little friends would love to see you in it, I’ll make sure to get a picture, so I can show it off to everything. But, sadly I seem to be running out of time, I have paperwork to fill in that won’t sort itself out, so I’ll have to go after that. I’ll see you later my little $firstName, enjoy your new outfit"</span>. And, with that, the older woman to your embarrassment takes a quick photo of you on her tablet. Giving you a quick motherly kiss on the forehead, she quickly departs, seeing herself out. <<else>>You know that not trying it on just isn’t an option, the punishment just not worth it, so instead you decide to put on the onesie. Getting a closer look at it, you realize that it isn’t too offensive at least, composed of a dark green patter-less material that feels extremely soft to the touch. That said, it doesn’t make you feel much better, knowing that you really have no choice in the matter.
Offering Aunt Mildred a sighed, <span class="player">"Of course Aunt Mildred"</span>, you <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>take off your $currentClothing, leaving them in a pile on the floor before starting to don your new Plain Dark Green Onesie <<else>>try to figure out how to put on your new Plain Dark Green Onesie, already not wearing any clothes that would get in its way<</if>>. Finding the zipper on the back of it, it doesn’t take much effort to wriggle your way inside of it, zipping it back up again to seal you inside. Taking a moment to analyse it, you remember just how warm and comfortable it really is, fitting you perfectly. Still, realizing that she’s given you it mostly to make you feel more childish, you can’t help but sulk in response.
Clapping appreciatively, Aunt Mildred coos, <span class="female">"Perfect! You look adorable in it, and now I don’t have to worry about you getting cold in bed. Or heck, getting cold if you decide to take a nap during a busy day. Even frowning you look so sweet, though maybe a little bratty. I bet your little friends would love to see you in it, I’ll make sure to get a picture, so I can show it off to everything. But, sadly I seem to be running out of time, I have paperwork to fill in that won’t sort itself out, so I’ll have to go after that. I’ll see you later my little $firstName, enjoy your new outfit"</span>. And, with that, the older woman to your embarrassment takes a quick photo of you on her tablet. Giving you a quick motherly kiss on the forehead, she quickly departs, seeing herself out.<</if>>
The older woman now left, you begin getting prepared for bed again, another fleecy onesie now in your possession. At this rate you’ll soon have a large collection of them if she carries on, the worst part is more that she wants to dress you up like a kid, whether you want to or not. For now though, sleep is a higher priority on your mind.<</if>>
<<include [[ABDL Trainer End]]>><<if $diaperMessingPlay && $diaperSkill >0>><<set $diaperWetCountDown -= 10>><</if>><<if $diaperWettingPlay && $diaperSkill >0>><<set $diaperMessCountDown -= 10>><</if>>As you begin preparing for bed, a knocking at your door disturbs your actions. Letting herself in, you see the familiar form of your caretaker Aunt Mildred. With greying hair and a prodigious set of breasts, the middle-aged woman is dressed in a long sleeved floor-length brown dress, an impeccably clean apron tied off in front of it. In one hand she clutches a plate of cookies, whilst in the other she holds a baby’s bottle of milk, likely another set of treats she’s brought for you.
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<span class= "female">"Hello my little diaper-bum. I was just thinking about how sweet you are, so I thought I’d bring my favourite cutie a nice sweet treat before bed. I hopped into my kitchen and whipped up a nice delicious batch of my famous family-recipe cookies, along with a warm bottle of milk to help them go down. I thought about a glass at first, but you’re much too childish to handle drinking from a glass"</span>, intones the old woman in a matronly tone, her slightly wrinkled face filled with warmth and just a hint of menace as she places her gifts down on your desk.
Walking over to her, you can smell the wonderful aroma of her baking. It’s embarrassing to have to drink from a baby’s bottle, and you know that you don’t have a choice, but you are still barely able to hold back from salivating. <span class="player">"Thank you Aunt Mildred, that was very kind of you"</span>, you respond, taking one of the cookies to try, knowing from before that she considers that to be the polite response.
<span class="female">"Aww, I see you couldn’t resist tucking right into them, my greedy little baby. Don’t worry, I can never resist having a couple myself when I’ve baked them, they’re just so nice when they’re still fresh and warm with the gooey chocolate chips"</span>, she explains as you gobble up the sumptuous treat. There’s still a mild flavour to them that you can’t quite place, but that’s part of their charm, so you give it little mind. Chewing appreciatively, you can’t help but hum happily as the chunks of chocolatey dough slide down your throat.
Despite your attempts to the contrary, you once more feel the damp handkerchief of Aunt Agnes cleaning the crumbs off of your face. <<if $submission >0>>Not wanting to make a fuss, you don’t say anything about how embarrassing it is being cleaned by the matronly woman. Though, deep down being doted on so completely is really starting to feel good, and you briefly wonder to yourself if you could really give it up by leaving the facility.<<else>>Embarrassed from being cleaned by the matronly woman, you silently frown grumpily at her. Though, deep down being doted on so completely is really starting to feel good, and you briefly wonder to yourself if you could really give it up by leaving the facility, struggling to remain focused on your goals.<</if>>
<span class="female">"Well, now that you’re all eaten up with something warm in your belly, I think it’s about time for me to take my leave. You’re just so adorable whenever you get crumbs all over your face, every time I see it I get this overwhelming urge to give you a big cuddle. Instead though I’ll settle for a good night kiss of my favourite <<if $femininity >= 0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>>. Goodnight dear, and remember to drink your milk, it’s good for you especially just before bed"</span>, responds Aunt Mildred in a motherly tone, waving jovially as she leaves.
The older woman now left, you begin getting prepared for bed again, your stomach still warm and comforted by the delicious cookies she brought you. Slowly drinking the refreshing milk bottle, expecting Alice to tell on you if you don’t, you casually notice that your belly is making some odd noises. Though, given how quickly you ate and drank what she offered you, maybe it’s just indigestion.
Even without having anyone around to see it, drinking form such a childish vessel is rather embarrassing, causing you to blush deeply. Then again, maybe your face is red from the weird stomach roiling you can feel.
<<include [[ABDL Trainer End]]>><<set $random = random (1,10)>><<if $random <= 5>><<set $abdlTrainerTask = 0>><<else>><br><br>With a ping a message arrives on your tablet, marked as urgent and from Aunt Mildred. Even before you have a chance to open, it fills the screen, seemingly set to automatically read itself to you. Complete with a written version, in the sweet yet slightly intimidating voice of your carer it explains, <span class="female">"Hello sweetheart, and good morning. Sadly, I can’t come see you in the mornings due to my other work, but that doesn’t mean I’m not thinking of my little cutie. You need chores and structure in your life, to make sure you don’t get confused with all those silly adult choices. As such, todays task will be <<set $random = random (1,10)>><<if $random == 1>><<set $abdlTrainerTask = 1>>just to enjoy yourself, there’s no real task as I think you should get some nice days off to yourself too.<<elseif $random >= 2 && $random <= 5>><<if $abdlPlay && ($diaperMessingPlay || $diaperWettingPlay)>><<if $random >= 2 && $random <= 3>><<set $abdlTrainerTask = 2>>to go and sign yourself up for some diaper training, I think you could benefit from a better understanding of just how great diapers are.<<else>><<set $abdlTrainerTask = 3>>to go and sign yourself up for a work shift at the Little Land Nursery, I think that you could benefit from spending more time around little cuties just like yourself.<</if>> <<elseif $diaperMessingPlay || $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $abdlTrainerTask = 2>>to go and sign yourself up for some diaper training, I think you could benefit from a better understanding of just how great diapers are.<<else>><<set $abdlTrainerTask = 3>>to go and sign yourself up for a work shift at the Little Land Nursery, I think that you could benefit from spending more time around little cuties just like yourself.<</if>><<elseif $random == 6>><<set $abdlTrainerTask = 4>><<set $abdlTrainerTask = 4>> to make sure you’re wearing a diaper when you go to bed tonight. I’d like to see you in one when next I visit to make sure that you’re taking all of this seriously, plus I I’m sure it’ll look adorable on you.<<elseif $random == 7>><<set $abdlTrainerTask = 5>>to come see me in the Little Land Nursery at some point between your time working. I think you look underfed lately, so I’m going to see to it that you get an extra meal from me.<<elseif ($random == 8 && ($diaperMessingPlay || $diaperWettingPlay)) || ($random == 9 && !$abdlPlay)>><<set $abdlTrainerTask = 6>>to go and find a random guard out in your dormitory halls and ask them for a diaper check, of course I’ll also expect you to be diapered when you do. I think doing so will help you get much more accustomed to being seen diapered in public.<<elseif $random == 9>><<set $abdlTrainerTask = 7>>to come into the Little Land Nursery at some point between your work and training to just play with some of the toys and socialize.<<elseif $random == 10>><<set $abdlTrainerTask = 8>><<addToInventory "Stack of diapers">>to deliver a stack of diapers I’ve left for you on the side over to me in the Little Land Nursery. It’s always important to look like you’re being useful.<</if>> Other than that, have a good day diaper bum, I’ll hopefully see you tonight"</span>.<</if>>As you begin preparing for bed, a knocking at your door disturbs your actions. Letting herself in, you see the familiar form of your caretaker Aunt Mildred. With greying hair and a prodigious set of breasts, the middle-aged woman is dressed in a long sleeved floor-length brown dress, an impeccably clean apron tied off in front of it.
<span class= "female">"Hello diaper-bum. I can’t stay long, just checking in on my favourite little cutie. I hope that everything is going well, and that you’re having a lot of fun and making lots of good friends. I just thought I should come and see you, give you a big goodnight kiss from your Aunt Mildred, so you know that I’m always thinking of you"</span>, explains the matronly woman in a cheery tone with just a slight hint of her secretly imposing nature, her expression filled with kindly warmth towards you. Passing further into the room, she takes a moment to straighten out your covers, fluffing your pillows in a surprisingly motherly gesture.
A little confused by her visit, but knowing better than to say anything, you respond <span class="player">"Thank you Aunt Mildred. It’s nice that you’ve come to wish me a goodnight"</span>. As you thank the woman, you continue to watch on as she moves things about, and just generally tidies up your room a bit. From the look on her face, you gather her actions are mostly instinctual, an inbuilt need to keep everything in order.
<span class="female">"That’s very sweet of you to say dear. You really are very adorable. Sorry for getting distracted there, the cleaners are good, but not good enough for my little $firstName. Now, let’s give you that goodnight kiss"</span>, she explains, closing in on you.
Giving you a quick hug and a chaste motherly kiss to the forehead, Aunt Mildred begins to depart. <span class="female">"Sorry about this being such a quick visit dear, but I’ve really got to be going. The paperwork has built up so badly you wouldn’t believe. You get yourself a good night’s sleep, and remember that I’ll see you again soon, so you better behave like a good little <<if $femininity >= 0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> for your Aunt Mildred. Then again if you were naughty once in a while I’m sure I could come up with some sort of fun and educational punishment. Anyway, see you later sweetheart"</span>.
The older woman now left, you begin getting prepared for bed again, feeling kind of mixed about her visit. It’s oddly nice to know that someone is thinking about you, and she did go to the efforts of straightening out your room and fluffing your pillows. Taking a moment to relax, you get back to readying yourself for sleep.
<<include [[ABDL Trainer End]]>>As you begin preparing for bed, washing up in the dormitory bathrooms, a sudden presence disturbs your actions. Approaching you, you see the familiar form of your caretaker Aunt Mildred. With greying hair and a prodigious set of breasts, the middle-aged woman is dressed in a long sleeved floor-length brown dress, an impeccably clean apron tied off in front of it, watching you get ready in the bathroom.
<span class= "female">"Hello my little diaper-bum. Don’t worry, there’s nothing here that I haven’t seen before. After all, you’re my special cutie to look after, so of course I should be able to check up on you in here. I can’t stay long, just checking in, but I saw you weren’t in your room, so I thought I’d come and check to make sure you were okay. I hope that everything is going well with your play time and friends, sweetheart. I don’t have much else to say, so come and give a big goodnight kiss to your Aunt Mildred "</span>, explains the matronly woman in a cheery tone, her expression filled with kindly warmth towards you as she converses with you like her being in the bathroom isn’t unusual at all.
A little confused by her visit, but knowing you have little choice in the matter, you respond, <span class="player">"Thank you Aunt Mildred. It’s nice that you’ve come to wish me a goodnight, but I’m kind of in the bathroom"</span>. As you offer your slightly unsure thanks to the woman, you watch on as she muffles a condescending laugh with her hand, obviously amused.
<span class="female">"That’s very sweet of you to say thank you dear. Very good manners there like any good <<if $femininity >= 0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> should have. But, do I detect a hint of a tantrum in there? Maybe you’re not a big enough <<if $femininity >= 0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> to manage your own bedtime routine. Showers and baths can be dangerous for silly little baby’s, and they often forget to clean their faces and teeth properly. I wonder if I should ask to be in charge of that too, handle your bath times personally. But, that’s a matter for later. Now, let’s have you that goodnight kiss"</span>, she answers, a slightly mischievous glint in her eye when she talks about the possibility of taking over your bathing schedule, causing you to gulp nervously.
Giving you a quick hug and a chaste motherly kiss to the forehead, Aunt Mildred begins to depart from the shared shower block. <span class="female">"Sorry about this being such a quick visit dear, but I’ve really got to be going. The paperwork has built up so badly you wouldn’t believe, and you’re obviously busy getting ready for bed time. You get yourself a good night’s sleep and remember to brush your teeth properly or I’ll punish you for being a naughty stinky breathed little cutie. Anyway, goodnight sweetheart"</span>.
The older woman now left, you go back to your business, cleaning your face and brushing your teeth, feeling kind of mixed about her visit in an odd way. It’s kind of nice to know that someone is thinking about you, and cares so much about your hygiene. Though, being visited in the bathroom is pretty humiliating, especially with all the talk of even that being taken away from you. Taking a moment to relax, you get back to readying yourself for bed.
<<include [[ABDL Trainer End]]>>Travelling far into the facility, you arrive at the listed destination, a large thoroughfare room with a white tiled floor. At the exact listed location, you noted from your tablet, you discover a cardboard box about the size of a microwave propped up against an LCD screen which reads, <span class="neutral">"$firstName, your task is to deliver this package to Agent #24F6AC52. Directions will follow upon picking up the package"</span>.
With your task explained you pick up the box and receive your listed destination, ready to start your tedious delivery job. Surprisingly, the box is extremely heavy, requiring you to use both arms to carry it, and even take small breaks to rest it down every minute or so. Most of all though, it's exactly as they stated on the job description, boring work.
Making your way across what feels like the entire facility, having to take a ridiculously longwinded path, a number of the ways you try going either blocked off or rerouted, you find your task to be an arduous and sweaty one. Finally ariving at a small security room, far from where you started, you breath a sigh of relief, long in need of a proper break from carrying such a cumberson weight. Seated behind the desk, you can easily spot the familiarly armored form of a government agent, black, shining and extremely imposing.
<span class="male">"You here for something?"</span>, barks the figure, his voice slightly muffled by the thick combat helmet. His head turning, he seems to recognise that you’re holding a package, though it’s hard to tell given that you can’t see any of his features obscured as they are. <span class="male">"Alright, you have a package for me. Hand it over and I’ll see what it is"</span>.
Knowing that keeping a staff member waiting, especially heavily armed ones like the facility agents, is a bad idea, you hastily pass him the package, waiting patiently to find out what you need to do next. However, curiosity getting the better of you, you can’t help but watch from the cornor of your eye as he opens up the box, your face pailing as you take stock of the contents. Indeed, the reason for why it was so heavy becomes quickly obvious as you realize that it was filled with rocks, a much smaller secondary package stowed within. Tearing through the packaging tape on the previously hidden second box, you almost laugh out at the absurdity of it all as you see him pull out a standard, and relatively flimsy looking, ball point pen.
<span class="male">"Yeah, this is what I ordered, though you took your time with it"</span>, the man responds dissmissively, taking his seat once more. Turning to leave, you hear him grunt behind you, <span class="male">"Where you think you’re going? Take the box with you, that’s your job so do it, don’t need that crap cluttering up my station"</span>, momentarily nodding towards the now open package filled to the brim with rocks.
Sighing internally, you can’t see any other way out of this that would end well. Picking back up the discarded packaging, and doing your best to tidy it up a little for ease of transport, you set pack off now in the know about why the box is damn heavy. Sadly, that doesn’t make carrying it any easier as you lug it through the facilities corridors back to where you started.
Frustrated and tired, you get back to work.Travelling far into the facility, you arrive at the listed destination, a large thoroughfare room with a white tiled floor. At the exact listed location, you noted from your tablet, you discover a claw-like rod and a sack propped up against an LCD screen which reads, <span class="neutral">"$firstName, your task is to pick litter up off of the floor until your task is deemed complete"</span>.
With your task explained you pick up the litter-grabber and bag, ready to start your tedious job of mopping the floors. It's exactly as they stated on the job description, boring.
After about 30 minutes you begin to realize the surprising complexity of the task at hand. Sighing, you rub your forehead in annoyance, offhandedly looking down at your still empty sack. Despite looking diligently for half an hour, you’ve yet to find a single piece of discarded trash on the floor, the whole place immaculate. Worse, you get the feeling that you’ve been set up with the task, the screen still reading that you’ve yet to make any progress.
Feeling movement down by your feet, you look down to see a small circular robotic disk on wheels driving past you. The cute little disk is chirping away softly, bleeping and blooping as it makes its way across the floor. Suddenly the little robot stops, makes a loud beeping sound, before moving on. Left in place where it stopped is a small crumpled ball of paper, the first piece of rubbish you’ve yet to see. The disk-shaped robot travelling away, you briefly contemplate whether the robot had taken pity on your situation, finally allowing you to progress. Smiling, happy that maybe things are finally going your way, you keep waiting for another similar offering.
Before too long you watch on as a passing guest throws a candy bar wrapper on the floor, proving to you that indeed there is litter, despite your near constant inability to find any. Nodding to yourself, you quickly start to head over to it, ready to make a little more progress in your task. Just then the little robot comes back into view, bleeping and blooping cheerily. You watch in horror as it picks up the discarded trash first, zipping away without another thought. Scratching your head, you wonder why they even have you collecting rubbish if they already have robots who do that for them?
Frustrated, you get back to work.You try to contact Dr Radcliff through your room terminal. After a brief ringing tone from your tablet the screen flickers slightly before revealing the slightly confused face of Dr Radcliff.
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<span class="male">"Hello <<if $radcliffDating>>honey, you look well. Work is so thrilling, you won’t believe some of the breakthroughs we’ve had today. Still, if you’d like to come down and help I’m sure we’d be doing even better.<<else>> $firstName, you look well today. Work is going well, you truly wouldn’t believe some of the breakthroughs we’ve had today.<</if>> So, you calling to ask about treatments and your health? Or are you wanting to talk to me about something else? I don’t have an immense amount of free time, but if you’d like to I can always make space in my lab for you to come visit. If nothing else, I could show you what I’ve been up to"</span>, she smiles, seemingly glad for the conversation, though slightly distracted by his work.
Do you:<<if $sexualPreference == 4>><br><br>[[Ask Dr Radcliff out on a date|Date Accepted Dr Radcliff]]<</if>>
[[Hang out with Dr Radcliff|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Hang Out With Dr Radcliff']]
[[Return to contacts page|Contacts]]You ask Dr Radcliff if he might want to go on a date with you. Pointing at himself as if he’s slightly confused about your statement, he responds.
<span class="male">"<<if $radcliffDating>>Well … of course! It would be a pleasure to spend some more time with you honey. I’ll have to figure out where we could go. And, I’ll have to find someone to monitor my experiments for me, at least for a little while. But, I’d be honoured to go on a date with you.<<else>>Really $firstName? I’m … um, that’s very nice of you. Are you sure? Oh, yes, that would be very lovely. Thank you … I mean, yes. I’ll have to figure out where we could go. And, I’ll have to find someone to monitor my experiments for me, at least for a little while. But, I’d be honoured to go on a date with you.<</if>> If you set off now, then I’ll meet you in a few over at the recreational plaza as soon as I’m free to leave. What am I going to wear …"</span>, he finishes, a flustered and slightly nervous expression on his face. That said, you can certainly spot he seems to be happy, an uncharacteristically cheery grin on his face as he wanders away from the screen having forgotten to hang up the call.
Your date planned, you [[head out to your date with Dr Radcliff|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Date Dr Radcliff']].-placeholder-
With your date now finally come to an end, you [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]].You make your way to the forwarded location, finding yourself in a spacious laboratory on a floor you get the feeling you wouldn’t otherwise have had access to. The place is sterile and a little cold, but certainly quite fascinating, lots of bubbling beakers and brightly coloured lasers giving the room the feeling of a mad scientist’s lair. Sitting on a stool, watching a fish tank filled with strange swirling neon liquids, is the familiar form of Dr Radcliff. He seems to be rather preoccupied, still dressed in his lab coat, his short salt and pepper hair now slightly messy due to him distractedly running his hand through it.
Spotting you enter, he jumps a little, startled by the intrusion yet glad to see your presence. Approaching him, he gets up in response holding one of his slightly gaunt hands out to greet you with a handshake. <span class="male">"Oh my! There you are. I thought I had a little more time, but it seems I got caught up in my experiments. You really have to see what I’m doing …"</span>, ending his contact with you as his eyes fly open wide in realization. Rushing back over to the tank he was earlier viewing, you watch as he quickly flips a switch to the side, letting out a chuckled sigh of relief.
Ushering you over to one side, the middle-aged scientist shows you a rather ostentatiously designed coffee machine, helping you produce a fresh cup of coffee to drink whilst you chat. Giving you a guided tour of his current work, the two of you engage in small talk, mostly about what he’s investigating for the facility, but he does make sure to inquire about how you’re doing too. You even go over a little gossip, Radcliff mentioning <<print either("that he used to do a lot of correspondence work on AI a few years ago. He apparently used to get along well with a third-party project head, a pretty female scientist, but was eventually told to give up on it by the facility high ups and hasn’t seen her since. Whispering conspiratorially, he adds that he’s still allowed to do AI work, they just don’t let him work on it with outside scientists, much to his chagrin","that he gets called in a lot to do cat-girl and bunny-girl conversion treatments while he’s working in the facility clinic. It seems like they are extremely popular treatments among the trainees as bunny and cat girls are both in high demand, so many trainees opt into it, so they can join one of the two groups. He adds laughing, that the cat-girls have a habit of bringing him bunny-girls to convert as they want to swell their ranks, however, the high ups don’t like it, so they often convert under-performing cat-girls into bunny-girls to even out their numbers");>>.<<if ($abdlPlay || $diaperWettingPlay || $diaperMessingPlay) && ($diaperMessCounter + $diaperWetCounter) >= 2>><br><br>He also makes a couple of comments about an odd smell that's stuck around the two of you during the time you've hung out, much to your embarrassment. Thankfully, he doesn't seem to put two and two together and realise that it's your dirty diaper he's smelling.<</if>>
A few hours go by and you're having a really good time, relaxing and chatting with the excited scientist. Yet all good things have to end eventually, so you make your farewells to Radclif, receiving another eager handshake in response. With your time to hang out come to an end you [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')][if($radcliffRelationship<=95){$radcliffRelationship += 5;}else{$radcliffRelationship = 100;};]].Accepting to do some bar work, you’re quickly assigned a number of tasks. The main of which this time, is to hand out leaflets for the club. However, you quickly discover that whilst you may be tasked with drumming up some new customers for Club B, you certainly aren’t the sort of image they’re trying to put out. Walking past the gaggle of giggly promotional bimbo’s directly outside of the entrance to the building, you’ve instead been directed to take a stack of flyers and a roll of tape into the depths of the facility to get support more indirectly.
The large collection of flyers at first rather heavy but steadily lightening over time, your task thankfully isn’t too arduous, just putting things down for a moment long enough to slap a few up on the wall and fix them in place with the tape. It’s a little repetitive, and you have a minor worry in the back of your mind that what you’re doing might be against the facilities rules, but at the end of the day you’re just doing your job and if there is a problem then they can take it up with Tony B and his club instead. At least you’re getting to stretch your legs and explore the facility, all the while getting paid, there’s probably worse things that you could be having to do instead.
Wandering back to the club, feeling tired from all your hard work, you spot a couple of guests looking intensely at one of the flyers you put up. Not giving them much mind, you pass them by, catching part of their conversations as you do. <span class="male">"… would be cool man, but you sure we can even get in there?"</span>, you hear the first man mumble to his friend.
<span class="male">"Nah, it’s fine. I’ve got some friends who can get us in. The place is full of babes, but it’s majorly pricey, so ignore the bar and don’t let yourself get talked into anything. My friend says that they’re always looking for new hires, and the guy who runs it is pretty open with the favours, we could be into a really good thing if we make a good impression"</span>, replies his friend, his tone a lot more confident.
Turning to look at the more boisterous one, the first man answers nervously, <span class="male">"I’m not sure about all this mate. I get that he can hook us up with a really good time, heck, I’ve heard about the hot girls he passes on to people who join up and make it good for him. But, it feels like a deal with the devil, you know. Like, what’s it going to cost us down the road, no one gives away slaves that sexy without wanting something big back in return. I just don’t buy it that he just hands them out like candy when he’s making deals"</span>.
Not wanting to loiter, knowing that you’ve got to get back before your shift ends you walk on, leaving the two to discuss their scheme. It sounds like Tony B is pretty well know around the facility, and that he’s pretty generous when it comes to business. But, going over what they were talking about, the idea of him giving away slaves with his deals puts a shiver down your spine. Shrugging it off, you pick up the pace and make your way back to finish up your shift.Accepting to do some bar work, you’re quickly assigned a number of tasks. The main of which this time, is to stand around and do whatever one of the VIP clients tells you. Seems like they’re too busy this time, and either can’t or don’t want to spare one of the clubs’ hot bimbo promo girls to look after the guy. As such, you ended up being roped into looking after him, the shift manager telling you that it’ll probably be pretty easy, just running dogsbody tasks for some rich guy while he drinks and parties. It’s not very glamorous, but it doesn’t sound too hard at least
Or at least, that’s what you thought going in. Now, instead you’re just feeling progressively more bored of standing around. The client in question, a rather average looking middle-aged man in a suit, after having a couple of platinum blonde floozies join him, has spent the last hour or so drinking, making out with the girls, smoking, and generally just sitting around not doing much. Meanwhile, you’ve spent the entire time being completely ignored by all three of them.
Instead, you were handed an ash tray and pointed a spot to stand on, and not seeing much of an alternative, you followed through with the directions. Standing there, almost as if you were nothing more than a portable table, with nothing else to do to pass the time, you begin to listen into the drunken conversation.
<span class="bimbo">"But, like, you must be super amazingly busy! How do you find enough time to, you know, relax?"</span>, inquires one of the bimbos, pouring more drink for the man as her equally sexy friend caresses the mans chest with a look of barely contained lust.
Not paying too much attention, he takes another swig of his drink, <span class="male">"Oh, you know how it is. I have people who help me out, do the day to day work. It’s boring stuff, you’d be asleep before I finish telling you it’s so dull. Lets just get back to talking about that orgy you two were a part of yesterday, that sounds a lot more fun"</span>.
Putting on heavy sulks, the two girls momentarily try to guilt him into continuing, but it doesn’t seem to be working. Instead, giving each other a sly nod which the man doesn’t catch in his state of inebriation, the girl who was previously tracing circles on his shirt sinks down between his legs, rushing for his zipper. At the same time, the first girl continues, <span class="bimbo">"No fair! If you don’t tell us, then how else are we going to find out if you need a couple of cute secretaries to fuck over your desk when you’ve had a long day at work. We could have so much super awesome sex, like one of us could give you a blowie under the desk, while the other sits on your desk so you can play with our rocking boobies. But … like, if you’ve already got a pair of hot helpers, then like, we could always look elsewhere …"</span>.
Now drunk and extremely distracted, the sounds of an overly energetic and excessively sloppy blowjob sounding heavily, even against the upbeat pop music, he stirs a little to respond. Obviously turned on by the idea of having the two blonde girls see to his needs more permanently, he stumbles over himself to answer, <span class="male">"No, no, I have room for the both of you! That would be … be wonderful. I have a secretary at the moment, she gets a lot of my clients for me, has a lot of family connections, but I can move her into another job, maybe even promote her into management. Oh … yes! That feels great! Plus, my business partner, he’s the one who does all of the legal stuff that takes up all the time, I just have to sign a few things here and there, so we could spend more of our time on my yacht. You’ll love it, I even have a sex dungeon built into it!"</span>.
Giving each other a conspiratorial wink, the two girls continue, the conversation grinding to a halt as they turn their focus on sexually pleasuring the rather unassuming businessman. You’re sure you just overheard something important, but it’s hard to put everything together. Did those two girls just pump him for business information? And, if so, were their offers to become his secretary legitimate? Either way, you sadly don’t find out how their interaction ends, as even before the blowjob hits its crescendo you’re pulled away back to do some more bar work. Working dancing on the clubs’ extensive dance floor, things have been pretty normal so far. At first you were a little worried that dancing didn’t sound too much like working, and that you might get in trouble for goofing off, but after talking with the shift manager for a little while, she explained the situation and alleviated your concerns. Apparently, the club does best when the patrons think there are lots of cute big breasted women partying, so some of the girls who work at the club get to just hang around and dance, just as if they were on a night out.
The busty platinum blonde manager even adds that you can go and have some drinks too if you want to, especially if some of the clients want to drink with you. But, you’re still not sure entirely how to feel about that. <<if $bimboSkill >0>>Still, it was super awesomely nice of her to let you be on the fun party duty, it just goes to show how great a job you have at Club B. Tony really is a great boss<<else>>Still, being paid to have a good time is a pretty cool opportunity, and the music is fun and upbeat. You’re pretty sure that you’ll find a way to have a good time with it all<</if>>.
A fun and energetic song pumping out of the top-quality speakers the club has lining the dance floor, you shake your booty, getting into the swing of the party atmosphere. It’s pretty quiet when you start dancing, but when some of the other clients see that there’s someone else bouncing around having a good time, especially when they spot you’re an attractive woman, the dance space becomes significantly more populated.
Enjoying your dance time, your <<checkBreast>> boobs jiggling playfully as you go, you soon attract the attention of another one of the Club B promo girls on party duty same as yourself. Bounding over to you, a big smile on her exaggeratedly feminine face, she immediately takes your hands pulling you into a friendly swing that looks sort of dance-like. Giggling happily, her platinum blonde hair framed face lit up with joy, you can’t help but giggle a little yourself, her happiness infectious to say the least. From that moment onward, you have yourself a sexy partner to join you in your revelry’s, the two of you dancing bringing about a small crowd of onlookers, gawking a bit as they watch two attractive girls just having a good time.
Eventually though, giving a sad pouty look to you, your bimbo friend has to depart, pointing at herself and then back towards the bar to indicate where she needs to go. Of course, she can’t resist giving you a particularly affectionate hug before she goes, her huge boobs rubbing against your own, keeping you slightly separated, much to both of your amusement. Still, it’s kind of a shame to see her go.
Thankfully, you’re not left alone for long, as soon you find your dancing buddy replaced with two new ones, a couple in fact from the way they approach you holding hands. One male and the other female, they’re both brunettes, dressed in a casual style that screams rich people wearing something comfortable, the jewellery worn by the two immediately informing you that the two of them are incredibly wealthy. They’re also gorgeous, the man’s features being well-chiselled and masculine, whilst his female partner exudes a gracefully sexiness that feels effortless but intense at the same time.
One taking up position on either side of you, they both grind up lewdly, their actions overtly sexual, but also good-natured. Though, from the looks you catch between the pair, you can quickly tell that they’re madly in love with each other, your presence being a fun extra rather than the main event of their affectionate glances and smiles. In fact, your bodies pressed together even closer by the rapidly filling dance floor, at one point the couple even begin making out over your shoulder, the man’s erection and the woman’s erect nipples both poking into you.
Leaning in from behind, spotting a lull in the music, the man asks, <span class="male">"Hey, like sorry if we came on too strong, we’re on our honeymoon, and we’re just having a great time here! I don’t know if you’re getting tired too, but we’re going to grab shots and rest our feet for a bit. Do you, maybe, want to come join us. We’ll cover the drinks bill, least we could do after catching you in the middle back there"</span>, though he has to shout slightly be heard, his tone is extremely friendly, and his partner backs up his statement by nodding happily in conjunction.
Your feet beginning to feel a little sore from being standing for so long, especially with how energetic you were acting earlier, you nod happily in return. Regardless of how you feel about matters, you’re here to make the customers stays special, and seeing as they’re newly married it’d probably be seen as rather rude to turn down such a kind offer. As such, you add in smiley, <span class="player">"Sure! Sounds great!"</span>.
And so, the husband making an opening through the crowd as he bustles his way through, you soon emerge to the freedom of the bar, catching your breath at a booth with the wife as her man goes to get you all some drinks. Chatting a little, you gather that they’re here on an extended honeymoon after a big wedding that they’d planned for months. The girls father is a big deal in the government, so he got them a bunch of special visits and offers whilst they stayed at the facility as part of his wedding gift, which both her and her newly married husband were extremely grateful for. With a big grin on her face, she happily explains a long list of lewd and extremely fetishy things they’ve done while here already, such that you can’t help but blush a little.
Returning with drinks, you all do a couple of shots, no expense having been spared on the alcohol, before returning to your conversation. The husband, cuddling up to his now slightly sleepy wife, explains that they’re having a great time so far on their honeymoon, and are really enjoying seeing all the amazing recreational activities the center has to offer. He adds that they’d love to spend more time with you, hopefully in an intimate setting at some point, but that everyone is too tired and drunk by now, so that’d probably be better done some other time. After that, you don’t do much for the rest of your shift, mostly just hanging around with the happy couple, not a bad way to pass your work shift really.
<<include [[Club B Job Bimbo End]]>>Working outside the club, handing out flyers, things have been pretty normal so far. You don’t get a prime spot to draw in customers near the entryway, as those seem to be reserved for some of the more high-profile promo girls owned by Club B. <<if $bimboSkill >0>>That totally sucks, because you’d love to show off and help out in bringing in more clients by shaking your cute boobies for all the hot passers-by. But, you still get the chance to have some awesome flirting time, so it’s not all bad<<else>>It’s probably for the best though, you’re still pretty new at all this, so handling clients right in front of the door is a bit of scary prospect. Plus, watching as those girls give the more important looking guests a public blowjob or occasionally even getting fucked up against the entry way, you’re not sure exactly how you’d react to all that<</if>>.
And so, handing out flyers, doing a little well-intentioned and harmless flirting, and generally just looking pretty you manage to gather together a small gang of interested men and women, all asking you for more information about both the club and yourself. Everyone is generally rather respectful, commenting on how beautiful you are, and whether you spend a lot of time around the club. It’s nice, but the way they look at you <<if $submission >0>>makes you blush, their lewd and open ogling just a little bit embarrassing<<else>>makes your pussy hum with desire, their lewd and open ogling extremely reminding you just how much power your looks give you over others<</if>>.
Talking to two men, both of who seem more interested in you than the flyer they’ve been half pretending to read, you’re actually surprised how sweet they both seem. When they first approached you, you thought that the two hulking figures were going to really start hitting on you, their rippling muscles shown off by their tank tops giving you the impression that they were likely to be a couple of meat-head jocks. However, when they started talking, your opinion entirely changed, the two of them very shy and outright timid. Whilst they probably think they’re hiding it well, holding the leaflets close to their faces, you can still clearly see their flustered blushes.
<span class="male">"So, Miss, you’re saying that the club is … ehrm … is really nice?"</span>, states the first one, a dark red-headed man, unconfidently, trying his best to continue your conversation after you’d gone through the basics on the flyer itself.
Wanting to put the man at ease about the whole situation, you smile, <span class="player">"Of course. Club B has lots of really cute girls, high quality drinks, and an amazing bunch of DJ’s who’ll make sure you have an amazing time if you come for a visit. There’s even booths if you’re not really into the dancing side of things, where you can have a comfy sit down and a good drink. So, are you interested?"</span>.
<span class="male">"Er … yes that sounds really, really nice, Miss. Do you, like working their too? I mean, if … if that’s not a prying question … sorry"</span>, adds the other one, his hair a slightly lighter tone of ginger, which you playfully conclude is relatively close in colour to the current state of his blush filled cheeks.
Just as you’re about to come to an answer, you’re shocked as a smaller figure collides with you at some pace, almost bowling you over with its speed. Taking stock, you realize that the impact was intentional, a cute freckled red-headed girl currently giving you a rather affectionate hug whilst also stealing the opportunity to give you an overly friendly kiss to the cheek, causing you to feel at least a little sympathy for the blushing men you’ve been dealing with.
<span class="female">"Thanks lady for looking after my brothers. Buck and Chuck over there would get lost walking down our driveway if they didn’t have me to keep an eye out for them. I was supposed to be meeting them out of the gym, but I’m glad they found someone nice to talk to instead. Especially someone as hot as you are, I mean wow, totally jealous, you’re a major babe"</span>, rattles off the new girl at some speed, her perky braless breasts rubbing against you as she does.
Not sure how to react, still somewhat shell-shocked, you look over at the apparent brothers, sort of seeing the resemblance. As they both give you an even more embarrassed look, the two of them having been caught flirting with you by their extremely exuberant sister, you get the feeling that neither of them is going to be any use in diffusing the situation. Instead, you offer a mumbled, <span class="player">"No worries. You’re welcome …"</span>, unsure on what else to say.
Her grip on you not loosening after an uncomfortably long time, you hear her whisper in your ear, <span class="female">"I really mean it, they’re lug heads, but they’re sweet dopes. I know that you’re on the job, so this was probably all manner of awkward, but I appreciate you being nice to them. They probably have huge crushes on you now, I bet they’ll be begging our parents to give them money to go to the club non-stop. I hope we’ll see you around, if nothing else I’d like to catch you off-shift, so I can get you a thank you drink for putting up with them so well"</span>, her tone surprisingly caring for how energetic she’s been so far.
Not giving you a chance to really respond, the red-headed girl lets go of you, finally giving you the opportunity to breath. Grabbing hold of her brother’s hands, she quickly begins to tow them away, they two mortified men giving you nervous goodbye waves as they’re pulled into the distance. Letting out a small chuckle, you get the feeling that you’ve done a good job for Club B today in drumming up new clients and might even have scored yourself a couple of admirers at the same time. After that, things slow down a lot, mostly just handing out flyers and pointing people in the right directions for the rest of your shift.
<<include [[Club B Job Bimbo End]]>>As you begin preparing for bed, a knocking at your door disturbs your actions. Letting herself in, you see the familiar form of your caretaker Aunt Mildred. With greying hair and a prodigious set of breasts, the middle-aged woman is dressed in a long sleeved floor-length brown dress, an impeccably clean apron tied off in front of it. In one hand she clutches a bright colourful adult-sized sippy cup filled with some sort of juice, images of <<if $femininity >= 0>>pink cartoon princesses adorning the sides<<else>>blue cartoon superheroes adorning the sides<</if>>.
<span class= "female">"Hello cutie. Just passing through with another little gift. Just for you I have a lovely sippy cup of juice. Now, I know what you’re probably thinking, but don’t worry, I’m sure my little sweetheart can manage a sippy cup all to yourself. It should be very tasty, so I expect you to drink up every last drop"</span>, intones the old woman in a matronly tone, her slightly wrinkled face filled with warmth and a condescending care as she makes her way over to you.
As the plastic lidded cup gets closer to you, you can already smell the heady aroma of the mysterious liquid, fruity and sweet, but not in any way you’ve ever experienced before. With just enough wherewithal to wipe the stray drool from the corners of your mouth, you know that it’ll be delicious. Of course, the cup it comes in is obviously something meant for children, yet sized for adults, another ploy by the older woman to baby you. Slightly reluctant, but not entirely sure what to say, you ask, <span class="player">"Thank you for the drink Aunt Mildred, but what is it?"</span>.
Chuckling, the motherly figure gives you a reassuring pat on the head. <span class="female">"Oh sweetheart, nothing to worry about, but I’ll tell you nevertheless. The juice is something very special that’s made by the facility. The fruit it’s made from are unique, and specially engineered by the facility for use in some of their genetics works. However, it’s so lovely that many of the upper staff have grown very attached to drinking it. The name they give it is rather dry and clinical, so I’m not sure what to call it, but it’s completely safe, just very tasty"</span>.
Watching the happy expression that Aunt Mildred is giving you, it’s clear that she’d very much like you to accept the gift and drink it. Considering your options, you surmise that you could either do that, drinking the mysterious yet delicious smell fluid from the childish plastic cup. Or, you could turn her down, stopping you from trying the wonderous juice, and also hurting the older woman’s feelings, albeit also avoiding the embarrassment of drinking from a cup meant for children. Of course, given her more active level of control over you, maybe turning her down might go badly. The choice is up to you, though you’ll obviously have to make your choice soon.
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[[Drink from the sippy cup|ABDL Trainer Juice Cup Comply Alt][if($submission <= 97){$submission += 3;}else{$submission = 100;};]]
[[Decline drinking from the sippy cup|ABDL Trainer Juice Cup Resist Alt][if($submission >= -97){$submission -= 3;}else{$submission = -100;};]]With a smile, you realize just how good the juice smells. There’s obviously no way you could ever turn down the opportunity to try it, even if you have to drink it from a silly glass. After all, <<if $femininity >=0>>it’s only covered in pink cartoon princesses<<else>>it’s only covered in blue cartoon superhero’s<</if>>. The little plastic spout at the top is kind of awkward, but it’s still proportioned for adults, so it’s not like you’re only getting a child sized amount of juice. The decision made, you nod your head eagerly, <span class="player">"Yes please Aunt Mildred. It’s a very nice gift, thank you"</span>, your arms outstretched for her offering.
<span class="female">"Aww, that’s so sweet of you $firstName, of course you can have it, I brought it for you after all. It would have been such a shame to let it go to waste. If you like it sweetheart, then maybe I can get you some more in the future. But, for now, you just go ahead and give it a taste, see if you like it"</span>, says your carer in a joyful yet still motherly tone, giving you a sweet kiss on your forehead as she pushes the aforementioned sippy cup into your outstretched hands.
Delighted, you take the plastic <<if $femininity >=0>>princess<<else>>superhero<</if>> cup, having to hold it in both hands due to its weight and girth. Guiding the small spout to your lips, you tip it back, getting only a small swig of the delectable drink due to the sippy cup’s design. As you hum in ecstasy, you can only think to describe the taste as heavenly, so unusual but wonderful is it. It’s certainly fruity, and sweet too, but other than that you can’t say, finding it somewhat like a fruit blend that was perfectly balanced.
A touch on your stomach jogs your senses, as the older woman begins to coo nothings whilst patting your tummy. However, entranced as you are, you do little other than luxuriate in the amazing beverage, for the briefest moments without a care in the world. <span class="female">"The way you’re humming sweetheart I guess that answers my question. It’s good to see you so happy, as much as you might not enjoy your time here, at the very least your Aunt Mildred cares about that. Plus, the way you hold onto your sippy cup is just adorable. You know, I heard that they restrict this stuff from most of the businesses within the facility, but a little birdie tells me that the Little Land Nursery has more of this stuff. Isn’t that lucky my little cutie"</span>.
Finally finishing the drink with a little burp, your face blushing crimson at as you realize just how babyish you must have looked drinking from a sippy cup while you have your tummy rubbed. Seeing that it’s empty, your carer takes it from your hands gently, giving you a quick hug and kiss goodnight before turning to leave. <span class="female">"I need to get this back to get it all washed up, but you don’t need to concern yourself with such matters dear. I’ll see you soon, and hopefully try and get you some more. But, for now I’ll just wish you goodnight, and hope that you have some nice dreams sweetheart"</span>.
The older woman now left, you begin getting prepared for bed again, contentment filling your thoughts. You might have been a little embarrassed from drinking from the childish sippy cup, but it seems like Aunt Mildred was happy with your decision, offering to get you even more of the splendid substance in the future. Your stomach gurgling merrily, seemingly overjoyed with your decision, you try to settle yourself back down. It’s hard to know whether you’ve made the right decision, but you certainly know that you picked the option that involved delicious juice.<<if $diaperWettingPlay && $diaperSkill >0>><<set $diaperWetCountDown -= 2>><br><br>None the less, from the pressure in your bladder, you get the feeling that you may very soon be having an accident. The juice may have tasted wonderful, but it certainly feels like it’s run through you quickly. Maybe though, it was probably still worth it. <</if>><<if $incontinenceTreatment && $waterSportsPlay>><<set $incontinenceCountDown -= 2>><br><br>However, taking into account the situation with your incontinence chip, maybe filling up on wonderful beverage wasn't such a good idea, you think as you feel deep a sloshing pressure in your bladder region, the building need to urinate heavy in your thoughts. <</if>>
<<include [[ABDL Trainer End]]>>With a sigh, you realize that however good the juice smells, you just can’t push yourself to drink from such a childish cup. After all, <<if $femininity >=0>>it’s covered in pink cartoon princesses<<else>>it’s covered in blue cartoon superhero’s<</if>> yet still sized for adults, it was obviously designed to embarrass the user. At least turning down her gift will let you avoid the humiliation of trying to use it, but you worry that your refusal might upset the imposing matronly figure who so thoughtfully brought it to you. The decision made, you shake your head, <span class="player">"Sorry Aunt Mildred. It’s a very nice gift, but I’m an adult, I can’t drink from such a babyish glass"</span>.
Smiling with an almost predatory glee, she continues, <span class="female">"You really are very adorable, but I can’t let that get in the way of your behaviour. Now, that was very naughty of you to turn down such a thoughtful gift just because you want to pretend to be a big <<if $femininity >= 0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>>. So, I’m going to give you 20 open handed spanks on that misbehaving tushy of yours. It might sound a little scary, but you know you deserve it, and hopefully it’ll teach you some better manners"</span>, she finishes explaining, patting your head softly in a comforting yet patronizing manner.
Flinching, you didn’t expect things to turn out this way, but you probably should have. Twenty spanks sounds like a lot, and you don’t want to let her, but deep down you know that you don’t have any choice in the matter. As such, you accept the oncoming punishment, offering only a quiet, <span class="player">"You don’t have to. I’m sorry"</span>, as she sits down on your bed, pulling you across her lap in a surprisingly fluid motion.
Swept across her knee, you let out a short yelp, your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> boobs<</if>> pressed warmly against your soft covers. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>Giving you a moment to get a little more comfortable in your position, Aunt Mildred parts and rearranges your $currentClothing, giving her unimpeded access to your behind.<<else>> Giving you a moment to get a little more comfortable in your position, Aunt Mildred checks you over, tutting slightly at your lack of clothing <</if>> As your <<checkAss>> bottom, clad in <<if $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>your $currentUnderwear<<else>>nothing, completely bare to the world,<</if>> waves temptingly in the air, about to receiving its punishment, you hear your carer start humming a cheerful melody.
Expecting her to give you some sort of indication before she starts, you jolt forward, pressed against her thighs as her thick hand lands against your bum with a resounding crack. It sounds worse than it feels, but there’s certainly an unpleasant pang of pain to her strike. Thud, thud, thud, comes the next three strikes in rapid succession, not easing up on you.
Giving your increasingly sore behind a quick rub, Aunt Mildred whispers, <span class="female">"You can cry if you want to. It’s perfectly normal for naughty little babies to feel upset when they get caught for misbehaving. But, it’s all okay sweetheart, because after you’re punished then all Is forgiven"</span>, landing the next couple of spanks whilst you’re distracted listening to her. After that, she paces out the remaining strikes, making sure to give you proper time to recover between each one. You can tell that she’s trying to be gentle on the later ones, not wanting to be too hard on you, but that doesn’t stop your bottom from becoming increasingly sorer, likely red and irritated if anyone was to look at it.
On the verge of tears from everything, you realize that she’s finally finished, without you really having paid attention, having pulled you up into a quick reassuring cuddle. Now back to her normal demeanour, the punishment now complete, you watch her smile warmly to you. <span class="female">"See, it’s all over. I bet you feel so much better now that you’ve been properly punished for being so mean. That grumpy little tushy of yours will probably sting for a little while, but nothing to worry about. And, best of all, everything’s forgiven now, so you don’t have anything to worry about. Isn’t that great! I’d like to stick around longer and make sure that you settle to sleep okay, but I sadly have to be off. I’ve got to report everything to my boss and make sure he feels that everything is in order. But, before I go I’ll need to give you a goodnight kiss to show you that everything is fine"</span>, she explains, helping you back to your feet.
Giving you a quick peck on the forehead, Aunt Mildred departs quickly with the sippy cup of delicious smelling juice in hand. The older woman now left, you begin getting prepared for bed again, uncertainty filling your thoughts. You might have avoided the embarrassment of drinking from the sippy cup, but was it worth getting spanked in exchange. Worse, stomach gurgling grumpily, seemingly sad that it didn’t get to try out the amazing smelling beverage, you could really do with something nice to drink to take your mind off of your sore behind. Not sure if that’s really an option though, you try to settle yourself back down, rubbing your bum soothingly as you do. It’s hard to know whether you’ve made the right decision, but you certainly know that you picked the option that didn’t involve delicious juice.
<<include [[ABDL Trainer End]]>>Beaming with pride, Aunt Mildred coos, <span class="female">"Of course my little diaper bum. You’re being very well behaved coming to me to get your num-num’s. Such a good <<if $pronoun == 1>>girl<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>boy<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>baby<<elseif $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>>. Don’t worry, we’ll get that cute little rumbly tummy of yours all nice and full in just a moment"</span>.
Taking your hand, she leads you over to the metallic high chair, rubbing your belly condescendingly on the way. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>Seeing that you're clothed, your carer begins taking off your $currentClothing, leaving it in a neat pile next to you on the room’s desk, commenting on not wanting to get your clothes all messed up from your upcoming meal. <</if>>Ready to begin, she finishes guiding you over to the imposing metal seat, giving you a boost up into the elevated chair.
Gently pulling your arms to each side, she fastens your wrists in place, binding you to the high chair so that you’re unable to make much movement. <<if $submission >=20>>Sitting patiently, you stare around the childish room, quietly taking things in, your stomach sympathetically actually starting to rumble now that you’re thinking of food<<else>>Twisting and turning in place, testing restraints, you quickly recognize that they’re not going to budge without you being let out of them. Worse, all the flailing has only made you feel hungrier, your stomach now beginning to rumble as your thoughts turn to food<</if>>. Next, she moves down a large metal tray, further limiting your options and completing the image of you unclothed, sitting in an oversized babies high chair.
<span class="female">"There you go, all fixed in and snug now. You look so adorable, and you won’t be able to make as much of a mess by fidgeting either"</span>, she coos to you condescendingly, a warm smile on her face as she does.
Leaving the room for just a brief moment, soon returning with a bowl full of sludge-y orange goop, little lumps of whatever it is plainly visible in the mixture. Approaching you, bound as you are, Aunt Mildred places the colourful plastic bowl of baby food down upon the highchair’s tray, allowing you to get a good smell of the gross meal you’re about to eat. Its aroma isn’t too bad, smelling only faintly of a mix of vegetables, but it certainly doesn’t look very appetizing. Seeing your expression, Aunt Mildred explains, <span class="female">"It’s okay sweetheart, I’m not feeding you anything bad. Normally I’d prefer to feed you something special we have here, but for today I’m just giving you a nice bowl of strained carrots. It’ll be yummy for your tummy, and it’ll help you grow up big and strong. You’ll learn to love it, I’m sure of that!"</span>, picking up a heaping chunk of the substance on the chunky plastic spoon.
<<if $submission >=20>>Despite your instinctual desire to pull away from the incoming offering, you can’t push yourself to the point of putting up any real resistance, instead just giving Aunt Mildred a small pout before opening your mouth wide.<<else>>Unable to help yourself, you purse your <<checkLips>> tight, doing your best to resist eating the unappetizing slop. That is, until you see the expression on Aunt Mildred’s face, knowing that it’ll only end up worse for you if you don’t let her, you slowly and tentatively begin opening your mouth.<</if>> Smiling with joy after seeing your compliance, your carer slowly deposits the contents of the spoon upon your tongue, waiting patiently for you to swallow it. She does, however, spill a little as she goes, causing a messy smudge of the stuff to land upon your chest.
Seeing no alternative, you close your mouth around the helping of strained carrots, swallowing the lumpy puree down easily. Thankfully, it doesn’t taste too bad, even if the texture is rather unappealing, though it is rather bland and uninteresting. Clapping with delight, your carer states, <span class="female">"See, it’s not so bad, and it’s very good for you. We’ve made a little messy with it spilling a little, but that’s what wet wipes are made for. Don’t worry, I’ll clean you all up after we’re done, until then you’ll just have to put up with being my adorable messy little cutie. Now let’s finish getting you all fed and full"</span>. Cooing softly at you, she begins scooping another portion of the orange goop up, ready to continue feeding you the contents of the bowl.
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And so, things continue like this as you slowly drain the contents of the bowl, worrying a little that Aunt Mildred is getting more of the carrot puree spilt down you rather than fed into you. Still, it’s not awful, and it does make you feel nice a full. Though, the amount of splattered food coating your face and naked upper body does feel pretty gross, making you want to get things over as quick as possible so that you can get cleaned off. <<if $diaperWettingPlay && $diaperMessingPlay && $diaperSkill >0>><<set $diaperWetCountDown = 0>><<set $diaperMessCountDown = 0>>However, with the combined pressure in your bladder, and the loud gurgling coming from your stomach, you get the feeling that you’ll very soon be having an accident. Somewhere in the back of your mind, quick as the reaction is, you wonder if maybe the food might have been spiked with something to cause you to respond this way. <<elseif $diaperWettingPlay && $diaperSkill >0>><<set $diaperWetCountDown = 0>>However, from the pressure in your bladder, you get the feeling that you’ll very soon be having an accident. Somewhere in the back of your mind, quick as the reaction is, you wonder if maybe the food might have been spiked with something to cause you to respond this way. <<elseif $diaperMessingPlay && $diaperSkill >0>><<set $diaperMessCountDown = 0>>However, from the loud gurgling coming from your stomach, you get the feeling that you’ll very soon be having an accident. Somewhere in the back of your mind, quick as the reaction is, you wonder if maybe the food might have been spiked with something to cause you to respond this way. <</if>><<if $incontinenceTreatment && $waterSportsPlay>><<set $incontinenceCountDown = 0>>Taking into account the situation with your incontinence chip, maybe filling up on strange slop wasn't such a good idea, you think as you feel deep a sloshing pressure in your bladder region, the desperate need to urinate heavy in your thoughts. <</if>>
Finally, the last scraps of the meal settling into your stomach, you look up at the older woman expectantly, waiting for her to release you from your bondage. Of course, things were never going to be that simple. After taking a photo of you in your baby-ish state on her tablet, she just stands there waiting too, her expression clear that she wants you to do something first. Sighing, you’re pretty sure you know what she wants. <span class="player">"Thank you, Aunt Mildred"</span>, you whisper, a proud smile immediately beaming at you from your carers face.
<span class="female">"You’re welcome sweetheart! Feeding my little cutie is just so much fun. I think we’ll have to do this again at some point. But, I think you’re all done for today, so I’ll get you cleaned up and out of that chair"</span>, responds your carer, removing the bowl which once homed your helping of strained carrots.
Your meal now complete, you’re quickly cleaned up by your carer before she [[helps you down out of the high chair|Little Land Nursery Changing Room]].As you begin preparing for bed, you re-enter your room, having just fetched yourself a nice refreshing glass of water to drink before you try and get some sleep. Sitting at your desk, checking your emails on the room’s inbuilt tablet, a knocking at your door disturbs your actions. Turning to see who it is, in a move of monumental clumsiness that you’re not entirely sure how it happened, you manage to knock the half-full drink all over both yourself and the computer, creating a massive wet mess.
Letting herself in, through your frustration of being drenched in the water, you see the familiar form of your caretaker Aunt Mildred. With greying hair and a prodigious set of breasts, the middle-aged woman is dressed in a long sleeved floor-length brown dress, an impeccably clean apron tied off in front of it. Of course, seeing you sitting there thoroughly wet through, her face immediately turns to a distinct expression of concern.
<span class= "female">"Oh my dear, we’ll have to deal with this quickly. I was just passing through on my nightly visit, but with … well, this, we’ll have to get everything cleaned up now. You certainly need to dry off, otherwise you’ll get yourself a chill. How you managed to get both the chair and the desk wet I’ll never know but I guess my dear $firstName is just a little potty pants. Oh well, accidents happen, and you shouldn’t feel ashamed off it sweetheart"</span>, intones the old woman in a condescending matronly tone, her slightly wrinkled face filled with warmth and care as she darts out of the room looking for something.
Distracted as you are, your mind still runs over what she’s just said. All this talk of accidents and not being ashamed makes it sound like she thinks something else entirely happened. Almost as if she thought that the wetness upon yourself, the chair and the desk were from an impromptu toilet accident, rather than the mistaken spilling of your glass.
Seeing her re-enter, now with a thick fluffy towel under her arm, you decide it’s important to clear this up immediately. <span class="player">"Thank you Aunt Mildred, that was very kind of you to get me the towel. But, the spill was just from me knocking over a glass. I didn’t, you know, wet myself?"</span>, you respond, soon being snuggly enveloped in the warm confines of her newly acquired towel.
<span class="female">"You don’t, need to be embarrassed $firstName, I know you can’t help it. When someone is as little as you are, these things just happen sometimes. Though, I have to admit that even I’m a little surprised about how much of me you made. All you need to do though, is just sit back and let your Aunt Mildred take care of you sweetheart, and you’ll feel better before you know it"</span>, the woman now towelling your face and hair absentmindedly, <span class="female">"And, as for your comment about spilling a glass, well I’m sorry to say dear, but I can’t spot any glasses hanging around. I think that sounds a bit of a fib anyway, you’re obviously too childish to manage drinking from a glass rather than a bottle or sippy cup. You know, I won’t think any less of you for having an accident, right sweetheart? You can be honest with me you know?"</span>.
Sweeping your vision over the desk as your carer begins to bundle up the huge towel that had just swaddled you head to toe, you see to much distress that the glass is nowhere to be seen. Getting down on your knees to check the floor, your search is fruitless, finding no way of proving to Aunt Mildred the truth.
Coming back into the room, a big shoulder bag now worn, your carer looks at you sympathetically, <span class="female">"Now dear, I know you think you’re a ‘big <<if $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>>’, but I fear that after your not so little accident you might be in need of a diaper change. You sure made a mess, and I’d hate to think what the janitorial staff would think if they had seen it. Thankfully, I have the time to give you one. Doesn’t that sound great my little cutie?"</span>.
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[[Let her diaper you|ABDL Trainer Accidental Spill Comply Alt][ if($submission <= 97){$submission += 3;}else{$submission = 100;};]]
[[Decline being diapered|ABDL Trainer Accidental Spill Resist Alt][ if($submission >= -97){$submission -= 3;}else{$submission = -100;};]]<<if $underwear.indexOf("Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper") == -1>><<addToUnderwear "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper">><</if>><<set $diaperWetCounter = 0>><<set $diaperMessCounter = 0>>With a sigh, you realize that you don’t really have much of a choice. After all, you don’t want to get in trouble, and if getting a clean diaper put on you is all it takes to keep your carer happy, then that isn’t too bad. At least you’ll be in something dry compared to how wet you’ve been since the spill. The decision made, you nod your head, <span class="player">"Okay Aunt Mildred. Thank you for diapering me"</span>.
<span class="female">"Aww, it’s okay. You’re adorable when you’re embarrassed, but there’s truly nothing to be embarrassed about, like I said, accidents happen sweetheart. Now, let me get everything unpacked and I’ll get you into a nice new snuggly diaper so that you’re all clean and dry. You know, it’s lucky I have a stash of these things nearby, some of the other carer’s don’t and if you had them you’d be left uncomfortable all night, isn’t that lucky? I’ll need you lying on your back on the changing mat, after that it’ll be extremely quick and easy"</span>, coos the older woman as she sets out a changing mat, talcum powder, wipes, and of course a fresh fluffy white diaper.
Wanting to get cleaned up as soon as possible, you follow her instructions. Realising that you might need to get ready before this, you <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>start to remove your $currentClothing not wanting anything to get in the way, leaving you naked<<else>>are thankfully already naked, speeding matters up considerably<</if>>. Lying down, you soon find the firm hands of Aunt Agnes upon you as she <<if $currentUnderwear == "Naked">> rubs your nude bum appraisingly<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">>removes your damp $currentUnderwear, carefully putting them to one side<<else>>smiles appreciatively realising that you’re already wearing a diaper, not that that would stop her plans to re-diaper you<</if>>.
<<set $currentUnderwear = "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper">>Now fully nude, it doesn’t take much effort for your carer to tape you into your new $currentUnderwear. To start with, she makes sure to wipe down your bare behind and crotch with a wet wipe, tutting whenever you try to shuffle about. After that, she applied a thick layer of baby-powder, the smell of which is overpowering, before she finally, with some rapidity, closes you up in the diaper.
<span class="female">"See dear, it only took a moment, and now it’s almost like nothing happened at all. Not only that, but you were so well behaved for me back there, and I’m immensely proud sweetheart, you’ve been a good <<if $femininity >= 0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> for your Aunt Mildred today. Now, I know that you’re likely feeling a bit embarrassed over all of this, so I’ll take my leave. But, I’ll see you again soon. Take care dear my little diaper bum"</span>, says your carer in a motherly tone, packing up the diapering supplies once more before giving you a sweet kiss on your forehead to say good bye as she leaves.
The older woman now left, you begin getting prepared for bed again, the fresh diaper crinkling whenever you move. Taking one last look around, you sadly still can’t find the missing glass. It seems like where it disappeared to will remain a mystery. At least the diaper feels nice, its plush interior surprisingly comfortable as it hugs your crotch.
<<include [[ABDL Trainer End]]>><<if $underwear.indexOf("Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper") == -1>><<addToUnderwear "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper">><</if>><<set $diaperWetCounter = 0>><<set $diaperMessCounter = 0>><<if $submission <= 92>><<set $submission += 8>><<else>><<set $submission = 100>><</if>>With a sigh, you realize that this probably isn’t going to turn out well for you. After all, your choices are between maybe getting in a lot of trouble or wearing a diaper. At least you might not get in trouble if you don’t wear the diaper, whilst you’ll certainly get embarrassed irreparably if you were to let her change you into one. The decision made, you shake your head, <span class="player">"Sorry Aunt Mildred. I don’t want to get changed, even if I’ll get in trouble. I really did knock over a glass, and it was a big misunderstanding"</span>.
Smiling with an almost predatory glee, she continues, <span class="female">"You really are very adorable, but I can’t let that get in the way of your behaviour. Now, that was very naughty of you to not only turn down a diapering, just because you want to pretend to be a big <<if $femininity >= 0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>>, but also to lie to me too. So, I’m going to give you 30 open handed spanks on that misbehaving tushy of yours. It might sound a little scary, but you know you deserve it, and hopefully it’ll teach you some better manners. You’re getting 10 of them for being uncooperative, and you’re getting the other 20 because telling me fibs is not acceptable. Honestly, if I had some soap available to me I’d give your mouth a good washing out too, but lucky for you you’re just getting a sore behind today"</span>, she finishes explaining, patting your head softly in a comforting yet patronizing manner.
Flinching, you didn’t expect things to turn out this way, but you probably should have. Thirty spanks sounds like an awful lot, and you don’t want to let her, but deep down you know that you don’t have any choice in the matter. As such, you accept the oncoming punishment, offering only a quiet, <span class="player">"You don’t have to. I’m sorry. It was all just a spill"</span>, as she sits down on your bed, pulling you across her lap in a surprisingly fluid motion.
Swept across her knee, you let out a short yelp, your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> boobs<</if>> pressed warmly against your soft covers. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>Giving you a moment to get a little more comfortable in your position, Aunt Mildred parts and rearranges your $currentClothing, giving her unimpeded access to your behind.<<else>> Giving you a moment to get a little more comfortable in your position, Aunt Mildred checks you over, tutting slightly at your lack of clothing <</if>> As your <<checkAss>> bottom, clad in <<if $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>your $currentUnderwear<<else>>nothing, completely bare to the world,<</if>> waves temptingly in the air, about to receiving its punishment, you hear your carer start humming a cheerful melody.
Expecting her to give you some sort of indication before she starts, you jolt forward, pressed against her thighs as her thick hand lands against your bum with a resounding crack. It sounds worse than it feels, but there’s certainly an unpleasant pang of pain to her strike. Thud, thud, thud, comes the next three strikes in rapid succession, not easing up on you.
Giving your increasingly sore behind a quick rub, Aunt Mildred whispers, <span class="female">"You can cry if you want to. It’s perfectly normal for naughty little babies to feel upset when they get caught for misbehaving. But, it’s all okay sweetheart, because after you’re punished then all Is forgiven"</span>, landing the next couple of spanks whilst you’re distracted listening to her. After that, she paces out the remaining strikes, making sure to give you proper time to recover between each one. You can tell that she’s trying to be gentle on the later ones, not wanting to be too hard on you, but that doesn’t stop your bottom from becoming increasingly sorer, likely red and irritated if anyone was to look at it.
Having just been pushed to the point of crying, your legs flailing uncontrollably, you realize that she’s finally finished, without you really having paid attention, having pulled you up into a quick reassuring cuddle. Now back to her normal demeanour, the punishment complete, you watch her smile warmly to you. <span class="female">"See, it’s all over. I bet you feel so much better now that you’ve been properly punished for being so rude. That grumpy little tushy of yours will probably sting for a little while, but nothing to worry about. And, best of all, everything’s forgiven now, so you don’t have anything to worry about. Isn’t that great!"</span>, she explains, helping you back to your feet.
<span class="female">"So, now that’s all out of the way, we can get the naughty bum of yours all cleaned up and diapered like we were going to do before. I’ll need you lying on your back on the changing mat, after that it’ll be extremely quick and easy. It could have all been done quicker if you hadn’t been all fussy about it sweetheart"</span>, coos the older woman as she sets out a changing mat, talcum powder, wipes, and of course a fresh fluffy white diaper.
Wanting to get cleaned up as soon as possible, fully kowtowed into following her instructions, you do what she says. Realising that you might need to get ready before this, you <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>start to remove your $currentClothing not wanting anything to get in the way, leaving you naked<<else>>are thankfully already naked, speeding matters up considerably<</if>>. Lying down, you soon find the firm hands of Aunt Agnes upon you as she <<if $currentUnderwear == "Naked">> rubs your nude bum appraisingly<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">>removes your damp $currentUnderwear, carefully putting them to one side<<else>>smiles appreciatively realising that you’re already wearing a diaper, not that that would stop her plans to re-diaper you<</if>>.
<<set $currentUnderwear = "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper">>Now fully nude, it doesn’t take much effort for your carer to tape you into your new $currentUnderwear. To start with, she makes sure to wipe down your bare behind and crotch with a wet wipe, tutting whenever you try to shuffle about. After that, she applied a thick layer of baby-powder, the smell of which is overpowering, before she finally, with some rapidity, closes you up in the diaper.
<span class="female">"See dear, it only took a moment, and now it’s almost like nothing happened at all. Not only that, but you were so well behaved after your little correction back there. I’ll have to keep that in mind for next time, a few spanks seem to make sure you behave like a good <<if $femininity >= 0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> for your Aunt Mildred. Now, I know that you’re likely feeling a bit embarrassed, and also more than a little sore over all of this, so I’ll take my leave. But, I’ll see you again soon. Take care dear my naughty little diaper bum"</span>, says your carer in a motherly tone, packing up the diapering supplies once more before giving you a sweet kiss on your forehead to say good bye as she leaves.
The older woman now left, you begin getting prepared for bed again, the fresh diaper crinkling whenever you move. Taking one last look around, you sadly still can’t find the missing glass. It seems like where it disappeared to will remain a mystery. At least the diaper feels nice, its plush interior surprisingly comfortable against your hurting rear as it hugs your crotch. Rubbing your aching behind, you remind yourself not to get into a situation like that again if you can help it.
<<include [[ABDL Trainer End]]>><span class="female">"Hmm, seems like today you were tasked with wearing a diaper before I came to check you tonight. Well, of course it’s hard for me to just tell on that account, so I have to give you a good checking over to figure out whether you’ve done your chore or not"</span>, explains Aunt Mildred, approaching you with a playful glint in her eye.
Not sure what else to do, knowing that you don’t really have a choice, you answer quietly, <span class="player">"Okay"</span>. Waiting for her inspections.
Her hands making contact with you, she quickly begins patting you down, <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>parting you $currentClothing to give her better access to check for your diaper<<else>>having no clothes in her way to block her from checking for your diaper<</if>>. <<if $currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">><<set $abdlTrainerTaskComplete = true>> Your $currentUnderwear crinkling a little under her touch, you watch on as the matronly older woman’s face lights up. Patting a few times just to make sure, she fully caresses the outline of your diaper, leaving a few light spanks against your cushiony padded rear for good measure.
<span class ="female">"Well, that all seems to be in order. It looks like you’ve been a good <<if $pronoun == 1>>girl<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>boy<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>baby<<elseif $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> for your Aunt Mildred and made sure to wear a diaper for me. You just look so adorable in it, and they’re useful too. I’m just so proud!"</span>, she exclaims with joy as she takes a few steps back, trying to figure out what to do next.<<else>><<set $abdlTrainerTaskComplete = false>>Noting your <<if $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>$currentUnderwear<<else>>lack of underwear<</if>>, she jumps with joy at her find. Tutting, but with a sizable grin on her face.
<span class ="female">"Oh dear, you don’t seem to be wearing a diaper at all. It looks like you’ve been a very naughty <<if $pronoun == 1>>girl<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>boy<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>baby<<elseif $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> for your poor Aunt Mildred. Wearing a diaper isn’t that tough at all, and you couldn’t manage to do even that. Though, maybe that’s just because you’re so babyish that you can’t manage to dress yourself. Either way, someone has been bad and needs a little punishment to teach them to properly do their chores"</span>, she explains as she takes a few steps back, trying to figure out what to do next.<</if>>Smiling as she seemingly comes to a conclusion, Aunt Mildred continues, <span class="female">"As a reward for your good behaviour today I’ve decided that I’m going to give you a big kiss and a hug! You’ve just done so well, that I think the best thing to do is to show you just how happy I am over you properly doing your chores for me. You’re just such a little cutie I could cuddle you all day"</span>.
Embracing you warmly, in a crushing hug that maybe features a little too much of the older woman’s excessive bosom, she makes true on her promise, planting a series of wet kisses on your forehead. Her grip loosening a little, she changes over to preening you for moment instead, moving stray hairs out of the way and cleaning up smudges that she’s spotted on your face with a spit wet thumb. Eventually, finally feeling that she’s gotten you to the state she wants, she gives you one last warm loving kiss on the forehead before letting you go. Waving merrily to you briefly before exiting your room.
The older woman now left, you begin getting prepared for bed again, wondering if she’ll have a task for you tomorrow. Taking a deep breath, your mind runs what she could make you do, wondering what’ll happen on her next visit.<<set $abdlTrainerPunishment -= 1>>Smiling as she seemingly comes to a conclusion, Aunt Mildred continues, <span class="female">"As a reward for your good behaviour today I’ve decided on something very special for you! You see sweetheart, in the past you’ve misbehaved for me, and as such I’ve had to mark down your naughty actions in my work log book. Well, seeing as you’ve been such a good <<if $pronoun == 1>>girl<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>boy<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>baby<<elseif $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> for me today, doing such a good job with your chores, I’ve decided to put in for one of your previous naughty actions to be removed from your record. Isn’t that great dear? It means you’re much less likely to get into some big trouble over everything"</span>.
Embracing you warmly, in a crushing hug that maybe features a little too much of the older woman’s excessive bosom, she plants a series of wet kisses on your forehead. Her grip loosening a little, she changes over to preening you for moment instead, moving stray hairs out of the way and cleaning up smudges that she’s spotted on your face with a spit wet thumb. Eventually, finally feeling that she’s gotten you to the state she wants, she gives you one last warm loving kiss on the forehead before letting you go. Waving merrily to you briefly before exiting your room.
The older woman now left, you begin getting prepared for bed again, wondering if she’ll have a task for you tomorrow. Taking a deep breath, your mind runs what she could make you do, wondering what’ll happen on her next visit.<<set $ggp += 400>>Smiling as she seemingly comes to a conclusion, Aunt Mildred continues, <span class="female">"As a reward for your good behaviour today I’ve decided on giving you something nice for being my sweet little $firstName! You see sweetheart, doing such a good job with your chores, I’ve decided to have some extra points put onto your account, as a sort of allowance. I mean, it makes sense right, you did your chores like a good <<if $pronoun == 1>>girl<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>boy<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>baby<<elseif $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>>, so now you get some money to spend. Isn’t that great dear? It means you can buy yourself a few sweets, or a new toy, or maybe even a cute new diaper for you to show off to all your friends. I think that about 400 G.G.P should be enough for you to find something nice, so that’s how much I’ll have added to your account. Good job my little cutie"</span>.
Embracing you warmly, in a crushing hug that maybe features a little too much of the older woman’s excessive bosom, she plants a series of wet kisses on your forehead. Her grip loosening a little, she changes over to preening you for moment instead, moving stray hairs out of the way and cleaning up smudges that she’s spotted on your face with a spit wet thumb. Eventually, finally feeling that she’s gotten you to the state she wants, she gives you one last warm loving kiss on the forehead before letting you go. Waving merrily to you briefly before exiting your room.
The older woman now left, you begin getting prepared for bed again, wondering if she’ll have a task for you tomorrow. Taking a deep breath, your mind runs what she could make you do, wondering what’ll happen on her next visit. You do, however, take a moment to check your facility points account on your tablet first, discovering that true to her word, you’ve just been rewarded with 400 G.G.P for doing your chores.<<if $submission <= 95>><<set $submission += 5>><<else>><<set $submission = 100>><</if>>Humming as she seemingly comes to a conclusion, Aunt Mildred continues, <span class="female">"As punishment for your naughty behaviour today I’ve decided on giving you a nice long spanking to help you learn not to ignore doing what you’re told, my sweet little $firstName! You need to do your chores like a good <<if $pronoun == 1>>girl<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>boy<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>baby<<elseif $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> for your poor Aunt Mildred, so now you’re going to get a sore tushy as a reminder. I’m thinking that maybe a good 50 open handed spanks will be enough to make sure that you don’t decide to misbehave again, I’ll let you keep on any underwear you’re wearing though, so if you’re wearing a nice big diaper then it’ll probably sting less. I’ll also have to put a note of this down on your record, which could get you in a lot of trouble in the future, so you need to make sure you behave better from now on. With all that out of the way, I think we should get along with giving you a sore bum sweetheart"</span>.
Fifty spanks sounds bad! You’re sure that this punishment is going to leave your poor bottom in an unpleasant state that even the health improving qualities of the treatment won’t heal quickly. Worse still, you don’t want to let her, but deep down you know that you don’t have any choice in the matter, resisting her actions only likely to make the situation worse. As such, all you can muster yourself to do is offer a quiet, <span class="player">"You don’t have to. I’m sorry"</span>, as she sits down on your bed, pulling you across her lap in a surprisingly fluid motion.
Swept across her knee, you let out a short yelp, your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> boobs<</if>> pressed warmly against your soft covers. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>Giving you a moment to get a little more comfortable in your position, Aunt Mildred parts and rearranges your $currentClothing, giving her unimpeded access to your behind.<<else>> Giving you a moment to get a little more comfortable in your position, Aunt Mildred checks you over, tutting slightly at your lack of clothing <</if>> As your <<checkAss>> bottom, clad in <<if $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>your $currentUnderwear<<else>>nothing, completely bare to the world,<</if>> waves temptingly in the air, about to receiving its punishment, you hear your carer start humming a cheerful melody.
Giving you’re a short rubbing to get it warmed up, she quickly moves onto winding up for her first strike. Her thick hand landing on your <<checkAss>> bottom with a resounding crack, you jolt forward, pressed against her thighs. It sounds worse bad, and it hurts a lot, but she’s certainly holding back a little, not putting her full force into the swings. Instead with another thud, she rains down another blow down upon the same spot, this time with enough force that you’re almost driven off of her lap.
Not easing up on you, but giving your increasingly sore behind a quick soothing stroke, Aunt Mildred whispers, <span class="female">"You can cry if you want to. It’s perfectly normal for naughty little babies to feel upset when they get caught for misbehaving. But, it’s all okay sweetheart, because after you’re punished then all Is forgiven"</span>, landing the next couple of spanks whilst you’re distracted listening to her, after which continues on with the massive amount of punishment spanks she has prescribed you.
Pacing them out, making sure to give you proper time to recover between each one, it takes a while. However, Aunt Mildred is obviously trained in how to discipline trainees, her strikes well-aimed and effective, ranging from the main fleshy part of your rear, down to your sit spots, and even the tender tops of your <<checkThigh>> thighs. You can tell that she’s trying to be gentle on the later ones, not wanting to be too hard on you, but that doesn’t stop your bottom from becoming sore and inflamed, likely red and irritated if anyone was to look at it. You also feel extremely hot back there, the actions making your delicate rear feel as if it was on fire.
By twenty smacks you’re on the verge of tears. By the point she lands the thirtieth you can’t hold them back any longer and are openly bawling your eyes out, snot trailing from your nose. At forty strikes you’re in a world of uncomfortable stinging soreness, ready to apologise for anything and everything, your legs uncontrollably failing out. However, by the fiftieth strike, you have no energy left in you, reduced to a quiet sobbing, occasionally letting out a faint and horse cry of apology for your actions.
Through the stinging haze, you only recognize it’s over by the gentle cooing and soothing comments of your matronly carer stroking your shoulders. Slowly coming back to your senses, you realize that you’re lying on your stomach atop of your soft covers, your bright red rear exposed to the world behind you, though on the upside, the cool air against it does make it feel a little better at least. The sore discomfort returning again, combined with a wet sensation, you look back only to spot Aunt Mildred applying some sort of lotion or cream to your inflamed bottom, her actions meticulous but delicate as to not cause you any undue distress. <span class="female">"See, it’s all over. I bet you feel so much better now that you’ve been properly punished for being so mean. That grumpy little tushy of yours will probably sting for a little while, certainly overnight, but it’s nothing to worry about. And, best of all, everything’s forgiven now, so you don’t have anything to worry about, well except for the mark on your record that is. Isn’t that great! I’ve applied a little soothing cream to your bum bum, so it should heal up quicker and not hurt as much, but you’ll still probably not want to sleep on it. I’d like to stick around longer and make sure that you settle to sleep okay, but I sadly have to be off. I’ve got to report everything to my boss and make sure he feels that everything is in order. But, before I go I’ll need to give you a goodnight kiss to show you that everything is fine"</span>, she explains, helping you back to your feet.
Embracing you warmly, in a crushing hug that maybe features a little too much of the older woman’s excessive bosom, she plants a series of wet kisses on your forehead. It’s kind of nice, despite everything that just happened, you can’t help but long for some comfort, delicate as you are. Her grip loosening a little, she changes over to preening you for moment instead, moving stray hairs out of the way and cleaning up smudges that she’s spotted on your face with a spit wet thumb. Eventually, finally feeling that she’s gotten you to the state she wants, she gives you one last warm loving kiss on the forehead before letting you go. Waving merrily to you briefly before exiting your room.
The older woman now left, you begin getting prepared for bed again, wondering if she’ll have a task for you tomorrow. Taking a deep breath, your mind runs what she could make you do, wondering what’ll happen on her next visit. All the while, you can’t help but rub your exceedingly sore behind, trying your best to remove the stinging ache, making a note to yourself that you’ll need to sleep on your belly or your side tonight.<<if $submission <= 95>><<set $submission += 5>><<else>><<set $submission = 100>>Humming as she seemingly comes to a conclusion, Aunt Mildred continues, <span class="female">"As punishment for your naughty behaviour today I’ve decided on …"</span>, unable to get out her full statement as you quickly interrupt her.
<span class="player">"But, it’s not fair. I was trying to do what you told me, I just ran out of time"</span>, you offer her, hoping to maybe mollify her annoyance at your incomplete chore. After all, who knows, maybe you can get out of this without anything happening to you at all.
The corners of her lips raising even more, it seems like she’s unusually delighted by you cutting off her explanation of your upcoming punishment, a response you certainly didn’t expect. <span class="female">"Well, before I was thinking of giving you some time in the naughty corner so that you can think about what you’ve done, my sweet little $firstName! Maybe even giving you a few spanks beforehand so you had something to remind you of what you did. But, it’s obvious now that you’ve got a dirty lying mouth on you too today. Well, doing your chores is what good <<if $pronoun == 1>>girls<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>boys<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>children<<elseif $femininity >= 0>>girls<<else>>boys<</if>> do. And, telling their sweet Aunt Mildred big old fibs is what naughty little brats do. But, we have something special we can do to brats so they don’t try and talk their way out of punishments. I’m thinking a good mouth soaping will make sure that you remember not to back talk me. Though, you’ll have to do it naked, don’t want to get soap suds and drool stains all over any of your nice things. Oh, and of course, I’ll have to add your indiscretion into your record. Anyway, let’s get that misbehaving mouth of yours all good and soapy"</span>.
Finding out that you’re just going to get some soap in your mouth room doesn’t sound too bad! You’re sure that this punishment is going to be a piece of cake, after all, anyone can stand around doing nothing, right. Sure, having to taste soap doesn’t sound too nice, and having do it naked sounds a little embarrassing, but compared to what else she could likely have done to you it seems a lot easier. Still, despite how minor it is, you don’t want to let her, deep down knowing you don’t have any choice in the matter, resisting her actions only likely to make the situation worse. As such, all you can muster yourself to do is offer a quick, <span class="player">"You don’t have to. I’m sorry"</span>, as she approaches you, looking you over appraisingly.
Taken into her grasp, you let out a short yelp, dragged with ease across the room. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>Skilfully, not even stopping to do so, Aunt Mildred begins removing your $currentClothing, causing a cold shiver to run across your form before the rooms heating picks up.<<else>>Glancing over you, Aunt Mildred checks you over, tutting slightly at your lack of clothing .<</if>> As your <<checkAss>> bottom, clad in <<if $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>your $currentUnderwear<<else>>nothing, completely bare to the world,<</if>> sways from the swift movement, it seems your carer can’t resist giving it a playful swat, procuring a secondary surprised yelp form your lips.
Positioning you by your desk, your carer takes a moment to leave the room, giving you a moment to stew over what is soon to come. Thankfully, or sadly depending on your perspective, she returns after only a brief absence, a towel held in one hand, and a towel slung over her other arm. Taking no pause, she approaches you once again, staring at you intently. She doesn’t say anything, but it’s clear what she wants. For you to open your mouth to have it soaped out!
Closing your eyes in humiliation, you tentatively open your mouth, pulling back your tongue worriedly. Tutting, your unhappy trainer obviously isn’t going to let you get out of this one easily. Instead, you know that she wants your tongue front and center, so that it can’t avoid tasting the sudsy bar. Worried about what other punishments she might impose on you if you don’t comply, you stick out your tongue, quivering nervously as you do.
Eyes closed, the first hint that your punishment has started is the hard contact of the bar of soap on your tongue. Smiling a little internally, you wonder why this is even considered a punishment. It doesn’t taste like much, and whilst it’s a little unpleasant having the heavy lump knocked against your tongue, it’s as predicted, nowhere near as bad as it could have been.
As she carries on, pressing the bar fully into your mouth and past your <<checkLips>> lips, you start to realize why this punishment is so dastardly. Drool, collecting in your mouth, both from nervousness and the from the presence of the large soap bar, has started softening the soapy intruder. The result of this, unpleasantly, is that a lather has started to build in your mouth, in particular upon your tongue. The taste is revolting, a stinging and horrid manufactured taste filling your taste buds. So bad, in fact is the experience, that you can already feel the tears falling down your face.
Opening your eyes, the noxious wave of embarrassment from the situation finally kicks in, causing you an unpleasant nauseous feeling in your stomach. Seeing the combination of soapy drool flowing over your chest, all the while your trainer takes it in with glee, thoroughly enjoying the chance to punish you, it just makes you feel so little. The taste is truly unpleasant and is only getting worse. Even worse, as your Aunt Mildred pushes the bar further into your mouth, you’ve started to gag on it, producing even more soapy spittle. Leaking out the sides of your mouth now is a thick stream of soapy mess, bubbles emerging around the sides of the bar. It’s all too much for you, and you’re extremely glad when the imposing woman removes the soap from your mouth, letting a final torrent of lathered drool spill out down your front. Even without seeing it, you know that your tear and spit streaked face and front must look a complete and humiliating mess.
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You zone out for a moment, everything just too much, but a reassuring pat on the head starts to bring you out of your current fugue. <span class="female">"See, it’s all over. I bet you feel so much better now that you’ve been properly punished for having such a naughty mouth. All that icky soap on your tongue must taste pretty yucky. But, it’s done, and your tongue is all cleaned up, so no more mean words. And, best of all, everything’s forgiven now, so you don’t have anything to worry about, well except for the mark on your record that is. Isn’t that great! I’ll need to go soon as I’ve got to report everything to my boss and make sure he feels that everything is in order. But, before I go I’ll need to give you a goodnight kiss to show you that everything is fine"</span>, she explains, wiping your face free of the amassed grime it has accumulated.
Embracing you warmly, in a crushing hug that maybe features a little too much of the older woman’s excessive bosom, she plants a series of wet kisses on your forehead. It’s kind of nice, despite everything that just happened, you can’t help but long for some comfort, uncomfortable as you are. Her grip loosening a little, she changes over to preening you for moment instead, moving stray hairs out of the way and cleaning up smudges that she’s spotted on your face with a spit wet thumb. Eventually, finally feeling that she’s gotten you to the state she wants, she gives you one last warm loving kiss on the forehead before letting you go. Waving merrily to you briefly before exiting your room.
The older woman now left, you begin getting prepared for bed again, wondering if she’ll have a task for you tomorrow. Taking a deep breath, your mind runs what she could make you do, wondering what’ll happen on her next visit. All the while, you can’t help but wipe your fingers over your tongue, trying your best to remove the still lingering taste of soap.Humming as she seemingly comes to a conclusion, Aunt Mildred continues, <span class="female">"As punishment for your naughty behaviour today I’ve decided on giving you some time in the naughty corner so that you can think about what you’ve done, my sweet little $firstName! Doing your chores is what good <<if $pronoun == 1>>girls<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>boys<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>babies<<elseif $femininity >=0>>girls<<else>>boys<</if>> do, and if they don’t then they have to be taught a lesson so they do things right the next time. I think giving you the opportunity to reflect on your naughtiness will do you a world of good. Though, maybe I’ll also have you do it naked too, so you don’t forget too soon. Oh, and of course, I’ll have to add your indiscretion into your record. Anyway, let’s get you ready and in the corner, I’ll be leaving you there until I’m sure it’s had an impact"</span>.
Being sent to stand in a corner of your room doesn’t sound too bad! You’re sure that this punishment is going to be a piece of cake, after all, anyone can stand around doing nothing, right. Sure, having to do it naked sounds a little embarrassing, but it’s not like anyone’s going to see you if you’re in your room. Still, despite how minor it is, you don’t want to let her, deep down knowing you don’t have any choice in the matter, resisting her actions only likely to make the situation worse. As such, all you can muster yourself to do is offer a quick, <span class="player">"You don’t have to. I’m sorry"</span>, as she approaches you, looking you over appraisingly.
Taken into her grasp, you let out a short yelp, dragged with ease across the room. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>Skilfully, not even stopping to do so, Aunt Mildred begins removing your $currentClothing, causing a cold shiver to run across your form before the rooms heating picks up.<<else>>Glancing over you, Aunt Mildred checks you over, tutting slightly at your lack of clothing .<</if>> As your <<checkAss>> bottom, clad in <<if $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>your $currentUnderwear<<else>>nothing, completely bare to the world,<</if>> sways from the swift movement, it seems your carer can’t resist giving it a playful swat, procuring a secondary surprised yelp form your lips.
Positioned into a corner of the room, your nose pressing against the spot where the two walls meet. Your vision obscured with just the sight of <<if $roomColour ==0>>pastel pink<<else>>pale blue<</if>> colour below, and cream white above, you hear tutted behind you, <span class="female">"Now that seems fine. I’ll be back to check on you periodically, so you be good for your Aunt Mildred and stay here with that cute little nose of yours right where I left it, or else that naughty behind of yours will be in for a world of pain. Do your best to think over your behaviour, and I’m sure it’ll all be over before you know it sweetheart"</span>, soon after followed by movement and shutting of your door.
Standing there, waiting, you <<if $submission >= 10>>try your best not to fidget, knowing that you do, at least a little bit, deserve to be in the position you are now<<else>>start to fidget, grumbling quietly to yourself that you didn’t do anything wrong<</if>>. What seemed so easy when described to you, proving to be much tougher in reality, the tedium of not doing anything at all making you feel rather uncomfortable. More so, the requirement of keeping your nose pressed to the wall has had an awkward and rather unconsidered side effect. Funnily enough, thinking about your nose so much has given you the most annoying itch that you can’t scratch without breaking the rules. It’s tempting, but you know deep down that the moment you move to deal with it, Aunt Mildred will come back in and then all of this will have been for nothing, so you supress the urge, trying to think of anything else to keep your mind off of it.
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It feels like hours, though without anything to use as a frame of reference it’s hard to tell. Thankfully, a tap on your shoulder rouses your attention, your mind having fallen into a half-asleep state as you waited. <span class="female">"There we go. I know it’s late dear, and you must be awfully tired now being on your feet for so long. Don’t worry, I’ll get you all sorted, and you’ll be feeling back to normal in just a moment my little cutie"</span>, interjects your imperious carer in a lullaby-like tone, steering you away from your uncomfortable punishment position.
Letting out a large yawn, you barely recognize that she’s led you over to the bed, the gentle cooing and soothing comments of your matronly carer stroking your shoulders keeping you only on the verge of awakening. As you slowly come back to your senses, you realize that you’re lying on your back atop of your soft covers, Aunt Mildred stroking your $hairColour hair comfortingly. <span class="female">"See, it’s all over. I bet you feel so much better now that you’ve been properly punished for being so mean. I bet standing in the corner sounded easy, but having all that time to think things over, along with standing around for so long, really are a lot more punishment than you’d think. But, it’s done, and you’ve had time to figure that out all on your own. And, best of all, everything’s forgiven now, so you don’t have anything to worry about, well except for the mark on your record that is. Isn’t that great! I’ll sit with a little longer, just to make sure that you’re feeling okay, though I can’t stay for very long. I’d like to stick around until I’m sure you’re better, and make sure that you settle to sleep okay, but I sadly have to be off before then. I’ve got to report everything to my boss and make sure he feels that everything is in order. But, before I go I’ll need to give you a goodnight kiss to show you that everything is fine"</span>, she explains, helping you back to your feet.
Embracing you warmly, in a crushing hug that maybe features a little too much of the older woman’s excessive bosom, she plants a series of wet kisses on your forehead. It’s kind of nice, despite everything that just happened, you can’t help but long for some comfort, bored and uncomfortable as you are. Her grip loosening a little, she changes over to preening you for moment instead, moving stray hairs out of the way and cleaning up smudges that she’s spotted on your face with a spit wet thumb. Eventually, finally feeling that she’s gotten you to the state she wants, she gives you one last warm loving kiss on the forehead before letting you go. Waving merrily to you briefly before exiting your room.
The older woman now left, you begin getting prepared for bed again, wondering if she’ll have a task for you tomorrow. Taking a deep breath, your mind runs what she could make you do, wondering what’ll happen on her next visit. All the while, you can’t help but be glad that your no longer in that corner, having not really realized just how boring it would be before hand.You enter <<if visited() <=1>>the unnamed restaurant<<else>>Restaurant Alfonsi<</if>>. Outside, other than a small standing chalkboard with the word, <span class="neutral">‘Open’</span>, marked across it, you’d be hard pressed to even realize that the unassuming shop front was a business at all. Little more than two thinly curtained windows flanking a delicate wooden door, the restaurant barely has a presence within the far corners of the recreational wing of the facility. One thing that is plainly evident though, is that they serve some truly remarkable food, the scent of fresh Italian meals the greatest indicator of its existence the business has.
Nevertheless, the inside is much more comfortable. A slightly cramped main room comprised of only half a dozen little tables, all dimly lit by candlelight, the place is a lot less grandiose than many of the other establishments on offer within the Repurposing Center. Thinking about the establishments decorations the first word that comes to mind is 'cosy', dark reds and purples colour the walls, the floors instead covered in intricate woodwork. What’s more, pressed snugly up into one corner, the restaurant has an extremely ornate piano, taking up more space than is probably reasonable in the limited floorspace available.
<<if visited() <=1>>As you glance around, a short girl, probably only about five feet tall at most bounces over to you. With violet ankle-length hair featuring a pair of similarly coloured bunny ears breaching the top of it, you can’t help but note that she stands out of place in the very classically furbished establishment. The waitress, possessing a quiet energy about her, wears a sweater blouse combo and a pair of shorts, showing off a mass of freckles spattered all across her pale form. Further, she wears a collar around her neck, though, it’s difficult to tell whether the choice of accessory is telling of her status, or just a fashion choice.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/VillinLarge.png]]</div>
Turning to grab a menu, the girl shows off a fluffy little puffball tail, showing her to be a full bunny-girl. Stuffing the newly acquired menu under one arm, she greets you cheerily yet quietly, <span class="female">"Hello, and welcome to Restaurant Alfonsi! I’m Villin, and I’ll be your waiter today. We have a daily specials board that I’ll grab for your as soon as you’re seated. Mr Alfonsi makes a lot of really nice traditional dishes, along with a great dessert selection, so I’m sure there should be something that catches your fancy. In terms of payment, we accept facility points as well as cash and staff reward coupons. We also provide live music at regular intervals. I’ll just get you seated, then you can have some time to look over the menu before I come back to take your order. I can also bring over a pitcher of water if you’d like, free of charge while you try and figure things out"</span>, showing you towards a table as she goes over everything.
As you walk, you take the opportunity to look her over better, taking in the mass of jewellery and piercings which adorn her. Between the five rings she wears spread across her hands, the gold stud and septum rings embedded in her nose and the mix of silver studs and golden rings which adorn her fluffy long ears, giving you the impression that she’s a big fan of the trinkets.
Arriving at the small shadowy table, you smile back at the girl, acquiring the menu she previously gathered for you. Smiling, you take your seat, offering her a, <span class="player">"Hi, I’m $firstName. Thanks, that all sounds great"</span>, as you take the opportunity to look over what’s on offer.
<span class="female">"A pleasure to meet you $firstName, I hope you enjoy your stay here. I’ll go get you some water and the specials board while you look things over"</span>, replies the bunny-girl waitress, scampering off quickly.
Reading the menu, wanting to check things out at the very least, you see that Restaurant Alfonsi offers a pretty wide selection of foods, though mostly its selection is more inclined towards more traditional Italian cuisine. The menu itself doesn’t have pictures, an elegant font dictating what is on offer, but it does have some pretty in-depth descriptions of the various dishes. And, like Villin commented, they have a lot of desserts!
Your attention brought back to the fore by the clinking of glass as a pitcher of water and drinking glass are placed on the table, along with a small chalkboard with a few additional delicacies listed, the quiet girl asks, <span class="female">"Hi again. Have you any thoughts about what you’d like? Or, I can give you some more time if you’d like…"</span>.
As the girl stands slightly awkwardly, not sure how to finish up her statement, she receives a helping hand in the form of an elderly gentleman. Walking over, bedecked in a flour dusted apron, the man’s greying hair balding at the top, he smiles warmly at the both of you. <span class="male">"Hello. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt your meal, but I’m going to need to steal away your waitress for a few minutes. It’s time for Villin to play the piano for a couple of songs, and I can’t let everyone be deprived of hearing her a minute longer, you understand. Don’t worry, I can take care of your order if you’re ready to put one it"</span>.
Not wanting to make a scene, you just nod, giving a short, <span class="player">"No worries, I can wait"</span>, as you go back to looking over your options, the newly added specials board making your choice ever tougher.
Listening vaguely as Villin begins to play the piano in background, your attention more focused on picking out a meal, even in your distracted position you can’t help but appreciate the girl’s talent. Glancing over at her, her face is a picture of serenity as she plays a fluid classical tune on the magnificent piano, its size dwarfing the small bunny-girl. Watching her sway a little to the music, you get the impression that she’d like to sing along, but for some reason isn’t. Still, looking back down at the menu, you get back to making your choice.<<elseif visited() >= 4 && lastVisited("Recreational Hub") is 1 && !$alfonsiQuestGiven>><<include [[Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Gain]]>><<else>>Making your way a little further inside, the short girl you remember to be Villin, probably only about five feet tall at most bounces over to you. With violet ankle-length hair featuring a pair of similarly coloured bunny ears breaching the top of it, you can’t help but note once again that she stands out of place in the very classically furbished establishment. The waitress, possessing a quiet energy about her, wears a sweater blouse combo and a pair of shorts, showing off a mass of freckles spattered all across her pale form. Further, she wears a collar around her neck, though, it’s difficult to tell whether the choice of accessory is telling of her status, or just a fashion choice.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/VillinSmall.png]]</div>
Turning to grab a menu, the girl shows off her fluffy little puffball tail, confirming again her to be a full bunny-girl. Stuffing the newly acquired menu under one arm, she greets you cheerily yet quietly, <span class="female">"Hello again $firstName, and welcome back to Restaurant Alfonsi! I’m Villin, and I’ll be your waiter today. We have a daily specials board that I’ll grab for you as soon as you’re seated. Mr Alfonsi makes a lot of really nice traditional dishes, along with a great dessert selection, so I’m sure there should be something that catches your fancy. In terms of payment, we accept facility points as well as cash and staff reward coupons. We also provide live music at regular intervals. I’ll just get you seated, then you can have some time to look over the menu before I come back to take your order. I can also bring over a pitcher of water if you’d like, free of charge while you try and figure things out"</span>, showing you towards a table as she goes over everything.
Arriving at the small shadowy table, you smile back at the girl, acquiring the menu she previously gathered for you. Smiling, you take your seat, offering her a, <span class="player">"Hi Villin. Thanks, that all sounds great"</span>, as you take the opportunity to look over what’s on offer.<</if>>
Do you:
[[Look at the menu|Restaurant Alfonsi Menu]]
[[Ask Villin if you can spend some time with her|Restaurant Alfonsi Spend Time With Villin]]<<if $alfonsiQuestGiven && !$alfonsiQuestComplete>><br><br><a data-passage="Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Start">Help Mr Alfonsi out by taste testing for him</a><</if>>
<<if $mobileView>><a data-passage="Recreational Hub">Leave building</a><<else>><div align="center"><a data-passage="Recreational Hub"><img src="TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitDark.jpg" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitLight.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitDark.jpg'"/></a></div><</if>>
Reading over the menu, you take in the many dishes on offer. There’s a lot to pick between, and the delicious smell of pasta, homemade pizza, steaks and much more is heavy on the air as you try and make your decision. You also spot an extensive dessert menu tacked onto the end, meaning that if you wanted to, you could certainly treat yourself to true feast of a meal.
Of particular note, your eyes keep darting between a small set of offers, seeing that there’s also pricing in facility points next to each of the dishes. Compared to some of the other signs you’ve seen, they all seem pretty cheap, and the mouth-watering smells that keep wafting your way from the kitchen point to them also being of a high quality. As such you concentrate on the options once more;
<span class="neutral">- <b>Pasta Alfonsi</b> – <<if $inventory.indexOf("Restaurant Alfonsi Discount Card") != -1>><strike>20 G.G.P</strike> 10 G.G.P<<else>>20 G.G.P<</if>> – <i>A selection of rigatoni pasta coated in a light healthy tomato based sauce containing a mix of peppers and herbs, dusted lightly with cheese to finish off the dish.</i>
- <b>Taster Feast</b> – <<if $inventory.indexOf("Restaurant Alfonsi Discount Card") != -1>><strike>150 G.G.P</strike> 75 G.G.P<<else>>150 G.G.P<</if>> – <i>A wide range of varied smaller dishes, combined together to give the diner a chance to try out a little of everything. Covering at least six courses, including; breads, appetizer, soup, a selection of meats and/or vegetables, pasta, and a serving of gelato to finish with, the exact components of the meal differ with every serving. Good for health and vitality.</i>
- <b>Rainbow Gelato</b> (Warning: May Cause Unexpected Effects) – <<if $inventory.indexOf("Restaurant Alfonsi Discount Card") != -1>><strike>100 G.G.P</strike> 50 G.G.P<<else>>100 G.G.P<</if>> – <i>A rare form of gelato using a combination of traditional flavourings and special new ingredients created locally within the facility. Delicious and sweet, but mutagenic effects from the colouring have been noted within particularly receptive clients, so eat at your own risk.</i></span>
Spotting that you’ve seem to be getting close to a decision, the bunny-girl waitress bounds over, <span class="female">"Hi, are you ready to make your order?"</span>, pulling out a small notepad as she asks.
Do you:
<<if $inventory.indexOf("Restaurant Alfonsi Discount Card") != -1>><<if $ggp <10>>Order a healthy pasta dish - <strike>20 G.G.P</strike> 10 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Order a healthy pasta dish|Restaurant Alfonsi Pasta][$ggp -= 10; if($diaperMessingPlay == true && $diaperSkill >0){$diaperMessCountDown -= 3;};]] - <strike>20 G.G.P</strike> 10 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <75>>Order the taster feast - <strike>150 G.G.P</strike> 75 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Order the taster feast|Restaurant Alfonsi Feast][$ggp -= 75; if($actionAmountCurrent >0){$actionAmountCurrent -= 1;}; if($diaperMessingPlay == true && $diaperSkill >0){$diaperMessCountDown -= 2;};]] - <strike>150 G.G.P</strike> 75 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <50>>Order a rainbow gelto - <strike>100 G.G.P</strike> 50 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Order a rainbow gelato|Restaurant Alfonsi Gelato][$ggp -= 50; if($diaperMessingPlay == true && $diaperSkill >0){$diaperMessCountDown -= 2;};]] - <strike>100 G.G.P</strike> 50 G.G.P <</if>><<else>><<if $ggp <20>>Order a healthy pasta dish - 20 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Order a healthy pasta dish|Restaurant Alfonsi Pasta][$ggp -= 20; if($diaperMessingPlay == true && $diaperSkill >0){$diaperMessCountDown -= 3;};]] - 20 G.G.P <</if>>
<<if $ggp <150>>Order the taster feast - 150 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Order the taster feast|Restaurant Alfonsi Feast][$ggp -= 150; if($actionAmountCurrent >0){$actionAmountCurrent -= 1;}; if($diaperMessingPlay == true && $diaperSkill >0){$diaperMessCountDown -= 2;};]] - 150 G.G.P<</if>>
<<if $ggp <100>>Order a rainbow gelto - 100 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Order a rainbow gelato|Restaurant Alfonsi Gelato][$ggp -= 100; if($diaperMessingPlay == true && $diaperSkill >0){$diaperMessCountDown -= 2;};]] - 100 G.G.P<</if>><</if>>
[[Put down the menu|Restaurant Alfonsi]]Ordering the pasta alfonsi, Villin writes down your choice and takes the menu back from you. Waiting a little while, you listen to a couple of musical pieces played by the heavily pierced bunny-girl, the dish taking a few minutes to cook. Thankfully, the pasta dish seems pretty quick to prepare, though the delicious smells reach you nose at least a minute before it’s brought out to you.
As the bunny-girl busses the heaping bowl of fresh pasta out to you, giving you a small, <span class="female">"Here you go. Enjoy!"</span>, you can’t help but feel appreciative, your stomach rumbling sympathetically as you realize just how hungry you are.
Looking down at the steaming hot helping of rigatoni pasta, you waste little time in getting started, picking up a forkful of the thinly sauce-coated tubes. Bringing it to your mouth, it’s exquisite. The light amount of cheese and savoury sauce give the dish a wonderful taste, but most of all, it tastes so fresh and healthy. All of the ingredients seem selected with care, and, with the curious way they’re all put together, you get the sense that it might be a family recipe, certainly not what you expected to find in a restaurant, especially one inside the facility.
Before long, you finish your pasta, enjoying the meal immensely, with nothing occurring to you as a result other than feeling nice and full<<if $diaperMessingPlay && $diaperSkill >0>>. However, filling up on food, no matter how delicious it is, especially with your stomach situation, is likely to push you to having an accident sooner or later<</if>>. Instead, Villin comes over to clear up your empty dish, [[bringing back the menu as she does|Restaurant Alfonsi Menu]].Ordering the taster feast, Villin writes down your choice and takes the menu back from you. Waiting only a moment, she almost immediately returns, a small basket of fresh breads, balsamic vinegar and olive-oil placed before you. Dipping some of the warm bread into the vinegar oil mix, you give it a taste, humming happily at the delightful starter. As you work your way through the basket, you listen to a couple of musical pieces played by the heavily pierced bunny-girl, the next dish taking a few minutes to cook. Though, not long it seems, as almost immediately as you finish the bread course, you’re soon delivered a fresh salad along with your choice between a wide array of different seasonings.
As the bunny-girl finishes preparing the final touches of your salad course, picking up your empty bread basket as she goes, she gives you a small, <span class="female">"There you go. Enjoy! The soup is waiting for when you’re finished, and the main course should be ready soon too, so don’t worry, take all the time you need …"</span>.
Smiling back, you take in the scent of the course in front of you, smelling how fresh and unprocessed it all comes off as. Loading up a thick forkful, you can’t help but feel appreciative, your stomach rumbling sympathetically as you realize just how hungry you still are. Thinking it over, it’s pretty great how much they’re willing to give you for your points, at least a few more courses awaiting you, and if the breads and salad are anything to go by, you get the impression that they’re going to taste wonderful.
And so, the next courses slowly come out to you. With wide-eyed wonderment, you watch on as; soup, various roast meats and vegetables accompanied by some delicious sauces, a light and healthy feeling pasta dish, even some fish. All of the ingredients seemingly selected with care, and, with the curious way they’re all put together, you get the sense that it might be a family recipe, certainly not what you expected to find in a restaurant, especially one inside the facility. Best of all, half asleep from being so full, your stomach warm and content, serenaded by live classical music, you’re presented with a nice refreshing gelato and a little chocolate mint to top it all off.
Before long, you with some struggle, manage to finish the last of your gelato, enjoying the meal immensely, with nothing occurring to you as a result other than feeling nice and full, your energy refilled from such an amazing and well-balanced meal<<if $diaperMessingPlay && $diaperSkill >0>>. However, filling up on so much food, no matter how delicious it is, especially with your stomach situation, is likely to push you to having an accident sooner or later<</if>>. Instead, Villin comes over to clear up your last empty dish, trying to hold back a smile as she once [[brings back the menu as she does|Restaurant Alfonsi Menu]].Ordering the rainbow gelato, Villin writes down your choice and takes the menu back from you, a slight look of worry briefly crossing her face. Waiting a little while, you listen to a couple of musical pieces played by the heavily pierced bunny-girl, the dessert taking a few minutes to prepare. Thankfully, the ice-cream dessert doesn’t take too long to put together, though the delicious sugary scents reach you before it does.
As the bunny-girl busses the giant vase-like bowl of multi-coloured gelato out to you, struggling a little due to its size and the large sparklers sticking out the top, she gives you a small anxious smile, <span class="female">"Here you go. Enjoy …"</span>. You can’t help but feel appreciative, your stomach rumbling sympathetically as you realize just how hungry you are, grabbing the spoon ready to start. However, just before she leaves, Villin adds in a slightly nervous tone, <span class="female">"It’s probably not my place to comment, but be careful. I’ve see other slaves and trainees eat this, and it often has … side effects … it looks really good though …"</span>, awkwardly making her retreat before you have a chance to grill her for more details.
Taking in the colossal expanse of gelato before you, it’s a lot to take in. A weighty serving in its own right, the mass of sparklers, wafers and biscuit-like tubes sticking out the top of it, make it look even grander than otherwise. What’s more, every scoop of ice-cream is a different colour, ten different colours in total, with one of the scoops being a multi-coloured oddity, served right in the middle of the others.
Pulling out on of the wafers to nibble at, you get your first taste of the gelato, lightly caught to the bottom of it. It’s exquisite. Sweet and sugary, but not too strong or sickly, a perfect balance. You also, looking over the gelato, get the idea that it’s been home-made, all of the ingredients seemingly selected with care, and, with the curious way they’re all put together, you get the sense that it might be a family recipe. Certainly not what you expected to find in a restaurant, especially one inside the facility.
Digging into the main bulk of the gelato monstrosity, you attack it with great fervour, not wanting to be defeated by the delectable ice-cream mass. Every spoonful is a treat, each of the different flavours somehow more interesting than the last. Whilst a lot of the flavours are relatively standard classic ones, you are very pleased to find that there’s also; peach, blueberry, blackberry, raspberry, orange, and even a tutti frutti scoop, that being the rainbow coloured one. Those, combined with the classic; strawberry, vanilla, chocolate, mint, give you more than enough to hold your attention.
Taking a heaped spoonful of the dessert, with a double-take, you spot your reflection in a mirror mounted on the far side of the restaurant. With shock, you note that your normally $hairColour hair, is now tinged with flecks of a shining <<set $random = random(1,11)>><<if $random == 1>><<set $hairColour = "brown">>brown<<elseif $random == 2>><<set $hairColour = "blonde">>blonde<<elseif $random == 3>><<set $hairColour = "red">>red<<elseif $random == 4>><<set $hairColour = "green">>green<<elseif $random == 5>><<set $hairColour = "blue">>blue<<elseif $random == 6>><<set $hairColour = "orange">>orange<<elseif $random == 7>><<set $hairColour = "pink">>pink<<elseif $random == 8>><<set $hairColour = "purple">>purple<<elseif $random == 9>><<set $hairColour = "glow-in-the-dark white">>glow-in-the-dark white<<elseif $random == 10 || $random == 11>><<set $hairColour = "rainbow-coloured">>a multitude of colours<</if>>. Swinging your head around, trying to find an answer as your reflections hair steadily becomes more $hairColour, your vision finally rests on the spoon in your hand. To your surprise, you realize that it wasn’t a weird sales pitch, the gelato having done this to you. It seems, eating the <<if $random == 1>>chocolate<<elseif $random == 2>>vanilla<<elseif $random == 3>>strawberry<<elseif $random == 4>>mint<<elseif $random == 5>>blueberry<<elseif $random == 6>>orange<<elseif $random == 7>>raspberry<<elseif $random == 8>>blackberry<<elseif $random == 9>>peach<<elseif $random == 10 || $random == 11>>tutti frutti<</if>> gelato sometimes has the effect of turning your hair $hairColour.
Before long, you finish your gelato mountain, enjoying the dessert immensely, albeit a little shocked by the gelato making your hair turn $hairColour<<if $diaperMessingPlay && $diaperSkill >0>>. However, filling up on ice-cream no matter how delicious it is, especially with your stomach situation, is likely to push you to having an accident sooner or later<</if>>. Instead, Villin comes over to clear up your empty bowl tentatively, giving you a sympathetic look as she [[brings you back the menu|Restaurant Alfonsi Menu]].<<set $hannahComplaint = true>>Deciding that you’d like to lodge a complaint towards Hannah regardless, you tell the administrator, <span class="player">"I’d still like to make a formal complaint regarding another trainee, if that’s okay? I’ve had some trouble from a trainee called Hannah who’s been trying to blackmail and bully me. If you could do something about her I’d be really grateful "</span>, tentatively waiting for her response.
Despite your nervousness after her previous speech, you certainly didn’t expect the reaction you perceive. As, the blonde administrator Lianne shrugs, seemingly completely uninterested regarding your claim, despite her previous warnings. <span class="female">"Sure, that doesn’t sound like a problem. She’s just a Repurposed Trainee, it’s not like you have any real rights, even regular purchased slaves have more rights than you. In fact, I think the only people who have less rights than you are classified as animals, furniture, or industrial implements. Plus, we already have complaints on her for being such a whiny suck-up, so adding an extra one to her record is simple. No one has her earmarked for anything, no one has her under their protection, she’s not related to anyone of value, and she isn’t particularly skilled in any way. You lucked out in getting a wholly unremarkable bully bothering you. Guess that means the system works and we can all go about our business with clean consciences from now on"</span>.
Feeling a little irritated at her tone, but glad that it sounds like something will be done, you press the matter. <span class="player">"So, does that mean that she’ll get a punishment? Or, will she get some sort of restraining order regarding me?"</span>, you inquire, hoping that matters will actually be sorted.
Shrugging, enjoying the look in your eyes as she toys with you, Lianne finally relents, answering, <span class="female">"Probably. I mean, we do have a lot of complaints against her, and I could do with making someone’s life hell to give me a brief moment of entertainment around here. But, at the same time, that does sound like a lot of extra work, and it’s not like you’re doing anything to benefit me here. I suppose I can have a guard alerted by the system next time she tries something. Come and intervene, catch her in the act so to speak. That way, I get something fun to watch later, you get saved from your bully after only minimal torment, and the girl likely gets thrown into some horrible fate for the rest of her life. Sounds like we all win. I’ll put through the form, you don’t need to concern yourself on that matter anymore"</span>.
Slightly perturbed over just how corrupt the whole system seems to be, but unable to do anything about it for now, you rub your forehead in irritation. Sighing in exasperation, you nod, seeing that it’s probably the best offer you’re going to get, even if it does sound like she’s only doing it for selfish reasons. Deciding not to press matters any further after the severe warning you were just given earlier, instead, you return to your [[conversation with Lianne about making official complaints|Admin Desk Complaint]].<span class="player">"I’d like to make a complaint about someone please. If that’s okay?"</span>, you ask, slightly nervous about making such an official interaction with the facility given what you’ve seen of them.
Her face turning slightly sour for a moment, Lianne quickly reverts to her usual seductive demeanour, answering, <span class="female">"That sounds like a terrible idea. Not only are you going to dig your own grave, but you’re going to make me do the paperwork for it too. How awfully stupid a decision. These things never end well you know. You might think you’re being smart by dealing with someone through ‘official channels’, however, the truth of the matter is that nothing is free when you’re dealing with upper management. I’ve seen more trainees be … disappeared after making a complaint than actually achieve their goal, but who knows, maybe you were just making a rather unfunny joke instead of being serious. So, what were you here to query about again?"</span>.
Lianne pausing to allow you to reply, looming over you the entire time, you try and process what the administrator just told you. It’s possible that she’s just trying to scare you away from increasing her workload or pulling a mean joke on you. However, with the expression you saw previously and her barbed words, you sense at least a sliver of truth in her warning. Nonetheless, it’s still possible that whatever you tell her will work out well, even if she doesn’t like having to do the extra paperwork.
Do you:<<if visited("Club B") && !visited("Admin Desk Complaint Tony B")>><br><br>[[Launch a complaint against Tony B|Admin Desk Complaint Tony B]]<</if>><<if (visited("Travel To ABDL Hannah Diapered") ||visited("Travel To ABDL Hannah Alt Punishment")) && !$hannahNursery && !visited("Admin Desk Complaint Hannah") >><br><br>[[Launch a complaint against Hannah|Admin Desk Complaint Hannah]]<</if>><<if $metMari && !$mariRemoved>><br><br>[[Try to turn in Mari|Admin Desk Complaint Mari]]<</if>>
[[Drop the topic for now|Admin Desk]]Seeing a sign for the, <span class="neutral">"Repurposed Trainee Administrative Desk"</span>, you approach to take a closer, finding that there’s not really much there. Other than a tall desk set into the wall, a blank screen facing you, there’s nothing else really that catches your eye. With only one desk, manned by a single woman, as the point of contact for all the in-person interactions with the administrative department of the facility for repurposed trainees, you get the feeling that the Repurposing Center doesn’t really care that much about hearing your complaints and suggestions.
<<if visited() <=1>><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/LiannaLarge.png]]</div>
Sitting high up behind the desk, you can see a woman, currently engrossed in a tablet computer that’s off to one side, out of sight. Wearing a black pencil skirt, and a white blouse, a pair of stylish glasses framing her feminine features, you get the distinct impression that she’s some sort of secretary or administrator. Her hair is arranged in a short dark blonde bob, though you can tell that it’s impeccably maintained. Biting her lip flirty-ly upon noticing you, you also can tell that she doesn’t seem to be wearing a bra, the thin white silk of her top giving you a good view of her puffy pink nipples.
Tapping a pen against her cheek for a moment, watching you predatorially, she finally relents, greeting you, <span class="female">"Hello there, Trainee $firstName. I’m Administrator Lianne, and this is the administrative help desk for people on the Repurposed Trainee program here at The Repurposing Center. Mostly, my job is to deal with making sure that all your records are up to date and legal, but I also serve as a means for you to launch formal complaints or inquiries if you so need. Though, I personally wouldn’t recommend doing too much of that. You start acting too smart or make too many waves and someone will take notice. Could be fun though, so don’t let me get int the way of you if you’re here to get yourself all tied up in something not too nice but incredibly hot"</span>, giving you sultry wink as she finishes.
<span class="player">"Could you please tell me anything more about what sort of inquiries and complaints I can make here?"</span>, you ask, wanting to know more but not entirely sure how to react to her.
<span class="female">"Why, of course"</span>, the administrator responds, bending forward to give you a better look at her thinly veiled breasts, <span class="female">"If someone is doing something that breaks the law in their actions towards you, or if the someone bothering you is isn’t liked by one of the higher up’s, then you can launch a formal complaint. Which could work out well for you if you’re smart. Or, it could turn out a lot more entertaining, for me at least. As for what else, you can always ask to see your records. As a trainee you basically have no rights, so your personal records are largely publicly accessible, even to you. A couple of corporate and government secrets are redacted here and there, but other than that you can find out just how bad things are going for you behind closed doors"</span>.
Biting her pen playfully, she adds with a smirk, <span class="female">"We also take suggestions too. Just put them in the helpful suggestion box to your side"</span>, to which she points down towards to floor, holding one hand over her mouth to hold back her laughter. Looking to see what’s so funny, you soon find the punchline of the joke, as, true to form, the ‘suggestion box’ turns out to be a small bin labelled as the, <span class="neutral">"Repurposed Trainee Suggestion Box"</span>, pieces of actual litter existing within it alongside what look to be a couple of legitimate suggestion attempts.
Standing before the administrator’s desk, you get the feeling that you could probably check out a few useful things here, maybe most importantly your own record. And, with the way Lianne’s eyes light up, you get the impression that she’s happy to help you out as long as it’d be either entertaining or helpful to her. Either way, you probably should do or say something before she gets bored or annoyed.<<else>><div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/LiannaSmall.png]]</div>
Sitting high up behind the desk, you can see a woman, currently engrossed in a tablet computer that’s off to one side, out of sight. Wearing a black pencil skirt, and a white blouse, a pair of stylish glasses framing her feminine features, you know her to be Lianne, one of the administrative managers here at the facility. Her hair is arranged in a short dark blonde bob, though you can tell that it’s impeccably maintained. Biting her lip flirty-ly upon noticing you, you also can tell that she doesn’t seem to be wearing a bra, the thin white silk of her top giving you a good view of her puffy pink nipples.
Tapping a pen against her cheek for a moment, leaving you waiting, she finally relents, greeting you, <span class="female">"Hello there, Trainee $firstName. I’m glad to see you out and about the facility. I’m sure that you came up here just to see me, which is rather flattering, but do remember that bribery, not stalking, is the best route to a girl’s heart. Every girl loves a nice gift, or twelve, after all. But, maybe you’ve thought up a flimsy excuse to be talk to me instead, don’t worry, I’m already judging you, so there’s no reason for you to feel more nervous"</span>, taking a dramatic pause she continues with a grin, <span class="female">"Well, unless you manage to increase my workload that is"</span>.
Standing before the administrator’s desk, you get the feeling that you could probably check out a few useful things here, maybe most importantly your own record. And, with the way Lianne’s eyes light up, you get the impression that she’s happy to help you out as long as it’d be either entertaining or helpful to her. Either way, you probably should do or say something before she gets bored or annoyed.<</if>>
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[[Put in a complaint|Admin Desk Complaint]]
<<if visited("Admin Desk Bribe")>>[[Consider bribing the admin|Admin Desk Bribe]]<<else>>[[Try and see if you can bribe the admin|Admin Desk Bribe][if($submission >= -95){$submission -= 5;}else{$submission = -100;};]]<</if>>
[[Ask to look at your record|Admin Desk Record]]
<<if $mobileView>><a data-passage="Admin Hub">Leave Desk</a><<else>><div align="center"><a data-passage="Admin Hub"><img src="TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitDark.jpg" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitLight.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitDark.jpg'"/></a></div><</if>>Deciding that you’d like to lodge a complaint towards Tony B regardless, you tell the administrator, <span class="player">"I’d still like to make a formal complaint regarding Tony B if that’s okay? He’s obviously a criminal, if you look into him then you’ll probably find all sorts of incriminating information on him"</span>, tentatively waiting for her response.
Despite your nervousness after her previous speech, you certainly didn’t expect the reaction you perceive. As, the blonde administrator Lianne breaks out into a loud raucous belly laugh, literally doubling over in mirthful joy. <span class="female">"Okay! That’s the funniest thing I’ve heard all day! I thought you were going to be a bother, but you were just coming to make a few jokes. That’s … oh … that’s funny! Like that would …"</span>.
Spotting that you’re not joining in on the joke, she breaks into laughter once more, even louder than before, not settling down for almost a minute. <span class="female">"Wow! I thought it was funny before, when I thought you were just making a prank complaint, but this is even better! I can’t figure out if you’re trying to be a do-gooder, or if you’re just terminally dumb, possibly even a combination, but … oh … this is just … best thing I’ve heard all week. I’m going to have to get the security recording for this moment so I can show everyone in the office, because … you … you!"</span>, fits of barely stifled giggling breaking out however hard she tries to stifle them.
<span class="player">"No really, I’d like to lodge a complaint regarding him. Why are you laughing?"</span>, you respond, perplexed and annoyed at her mocking reply.
Calming down a little, wiping tears of joy from the corners of her eyes, Lianne answers, <span class="female">"This was a really bad idea. Do you even comprehend even slightly how things work around here? The reason why Mr Bosco is so open about his illicit dealings is because everyone who could do anything about them is already in on them or has a controlling stake in what he does. Corruption runs deep and is an exceptionally successful business. I’ve said it before, but I’ll restate my position, if you want something from me then feel free to bribe me, however, there’s no way you could afford to outbid that man"</span>, thinking for a moment too long for your liking, staring at you hungrily, she sighs, <span class="female">"Though, I am willing to play nice this once. I’ll keep this between us as it’s the best laugh I’ve had in months. Just try and learn your lesson from this and get it through your thick skull that picking fights with organized crime bosses is not a good idea for someone who doesn’t even classify legally as highly as a slave. Now, is there anyone else you’d like to complain about, maybe the board of trustees while you’re at it or some high-ranking government officials"</span>.
Slightly perturbed over just how corrupt the whole system seems to be, but unable to do anything about it for now, you rub your forehead in irritation. Sighing in exasperation, you nod, deciding that it’s probably best not to press matters any further after the severe warning you were just given. Instead, you return to your [[conversation with Lianne about making official complaints|Admin Desk Complaint]].<span class="player">"Could you please let me see my record?"</span>, you ask Lianne, curious to see what it says about you.
Sighing and shaking her head in an over-reactively dismissive way, the sexy secretary responds, <span class="female">"How uninteresting. Do you really think you’re going to find anything useful in there? Better to be blissfully unaware of your impending doom than to overthink it. After all, then you’ll have more energy to squirm and whimper when it finally catches up with you. But, the rules are what they are, so yes, you can see your personal record"</span>. Her hand moving beneath the desk, the screen slightly to your side comes alive, an extensive document shown upon it for you peruse at your own speed.
<hr> <div align="center"><u><b>Repurposed Trainee Record For: $firstName</b></u></div>
First Name : $firstName
Second Name : $secondName
Age : 22
Gender : <<if $pronoun == 1>>female<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>male<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>gender fluid individual<<elseif $penis && $vagina == true>>hermaphrodite<<elseif $penis>>male<<else>>female<</if>>
Previous Occupation : none
Current Status : <<if $volunteered>>Volunteer Repurposed Trainee<<else>>Involuntary Repurposed Trainee<</if>>
Daily Upkeep Cost : $upkeep G.G.P
Hair Colour: $hairColour
Eye Colour: <<checkEyeShort>>
Height in Inches : $height
Number of Outstanding Complaints : $numberOfComplaints <<if ($diaperWettingPlay || $diaperMessingPlay) && $diaperSkill >0>><br><br>Diaper Trainer Complaint Level : $diaperPunishmentLevel<</if>><<if $abdlTrainer>><br><br>ABDL Trainer Complaint Level : $abdlTrainerPunishment<</if>>
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Finishing your read through of your personal record, you nod to Lianne the administrator, indicating for her to turn off the screen. The side-mounted tablet flashing back to its blank state, you’re once again in the position you were before, [[standing before the admin desk|Admin Desk]]Deciding that even after everything you’ve heard, you’d like to stay and see what the job entails, you answer Anthony, <span class="player">"I’d still like to try it out if that’s okay"</span>, not entirely sure how he’ll react after trying so hard to not push you into the job.
Nodding, his face lighting up in a smile, Anthony replies, <span class="male">"That’s fine. In fact, if it’s what you want, then it’s great. Just remember not to get blindsided with the promise of money, if you hate what you’re doing it’s probably not worth it. As for the job, today we’re going to run through a few simple things to get you started. I’ll take you around my compound as a tour of your new workplace, and then we’ll shoot a promotional video of you to show the clients before they book you for usage. Whilst I’m not supposed to pay staff as a company policy, as you’re shooting promotional footage it could be said that you’re my client, so I’ll make sure a suitable tip is made to compensate you, even if I can’t ‘pay’ you"</span>.
Clearing his throat and dusting himself off, his expression turning a little less open, he continues, <span class="male">"Now, of course, as an employee and ‘slave-toy’ of this compound, there are a few rules we’ll have to go over before we’re seen in public again together. There are, sadly, standards we must both live up to, and that means you’ll have to behave in a certain manner whenever you’re on these premises. I’ll try to be as lenient towards you as I can, but there are certain slave protocols that I fear you’ll have to follow. I’ve already half gone over them, but now we need to go into a slight more detail, as those were just the bare basics"</span>.
Sighing briefly, Anthony explains, <span class="male">"Slave protocols are relatively simple, but getting them right can be tough, especially for someone new to them. I’ve already mentioned the expectation for you to refer to me as Master in public, however, you’ll also need to remember to show similar deference to clients and any dominant staff as well, calling them sir or miss will usually suffice though. Eye contact is something else you’ll have to keep yourself in check over. It’s important that you don’t raise your eye level enough to look a dominant in the eyes, this is done as a sign of respect and deference and can be quite hard for beginners to get used to. As before, you don’t have to do it with me, but some clients can be … aggressive in regard to it and will use it as an excuse to be harsher on you. When travelling, you’ll as a slave also be expected to remain a couple of paces behind me or whoever is transporting you, its again a deference thing, but it’s one that’s probably easier to handle for you. I think the last big one to remember is that you’ll be required to keep quiet unless questioned, as always in private I don’t mind you acting normally, but silent obedient slaves to mistreat is a mainstay of what a lot of the clients come here for, so there’s not much of a choice in such rules. You’ll also need to be nude for your shift, as previously stated, though we can wait until we get you to the staff changing rooms for that. But, I think that’s about it for now, other than a reminder to be respectful to clients if you do end up in conversation with them"</span>, giving a brief pause for you to respond with any questions, patiently waiting for you to process what he’s just said.
<span class="player">"Okay"</span>, you answer quietly, the idea of a high paying job <<if $submission >=25>>along with thoughts of being treat in such a submissive manner already starting to arouse you<<else>>winning out over your apprehension over what’s about to happen to you<</if>>. Regardless though, it does sound like your first session is going to be a lighter one, so even if you don’t like it, you know that you don’t have to come back.
Giving you an acknowledging nod, his face turns expressionless once more as he turns away from you, and, with a snarl says, <span class="male">"Come now play-thing, we have to get you prepared first"</span>, striding away with the obvious expectation for you to follow him. Which you do, not wanting to see the reprisal for acting otherwise.
Passing through corridors and through stairways with your head down, you soon lose track of where you are, heading deep into the brothel’s compound. Finding yourself escorted into a small yet pleasant changing room complete with showers, Anthony waits outside for you to get ready. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>Thankfully, you don’t have to make your boss wait long as you're already naked<</if>>. Guessing that it might be a good idea too, you additionally give yourself a quick showering, [[hoping that your results are up to the man’s expectations|Degradationist Brothel Normal First Time Tour]].Finally arriving at your job location, you find yourself just off of the main sexual services atrium. Looking around for the exact location of your allotted job, you end up outside a stone building façade, large darkened stone pillars, black-iron fences, and grotesque gargoyles, all adding together to compose the menacing entryway. The front door itself, a double wooden affair almost two stories tall, thankfully hangs open, its immense size likely too heavy for you to breach if it wasn’t. Above the entrance a sign simply reads, <span class="neutral">"Sin"</span>, doing little to help you get a better understanding of the business itself. Taking it all in, the foreboding stonework and jagged metal spiked fencing remind you of an old church you once visited on a school trip, albeit designed to be a lot less welcoming.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Signs/Sin.png]]</div>
Passing through the large, open, entrance way, you enter a huge waiting room. Two or three stories in height, lit by dim candelabras and wall sconces, the inside is built in a similar aesthetic to the outside. Enormous tapestries line the walls, filled with lewd depictions of orgies, many of which look rough, almost brutal in nature. Naked slaves rest kneeling in slightly recessed platforms placed around the room, heavy steel collars thickly chained to imposing loops riveted into the stone, their comfort minorly thought about as they all rest on think dark red cushions. The guests, however, sit on uncomfortable wooden benches, some grinning at the various slaves, others looking around more nervously, the oppressive atmosphere obviously getting to them. Finally, your vision catches a large stained-glass window set high into the wall facing the entrance, depicting a naked slave bound to a cross shaped frame on a red background, light shines through it from behind, bathing the center of the room in a blood red sheen.
<<if visited() <=1>>Not sure what to do next, you wait, shuffling slightly awkwardly on the spot. However, you’re not left waiting long, as soon you see approaching you in confident stride, an incredibly handsome man with upper back length windswept sandy blonde hair, the hair moving almost as if there was a slight breeze following him. Wearing only a thin white shirt left completely open, bearing his muscular and hairless chest visible to the world, and a pair of thick black leather trousers, his feet bare, he cuts a figure that wouldn’t be out of place on the front of a romance novel. Clean shaven, with piercing blue eyes, his expression is the only thing that doesn’t seem to fit, much more pleasant than you’d expect given the line of business he’s in.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/AnthonyLarge.png]]</div>
<span class="male">"Greetings sweetling. So fresh, pure and innocent, and you wander into these halls of debauchery still knowing what that entails. Come, let me show you the depths of Sin"</span>, snarls the figure loudly, thrusting his arms in the air dramatically as he does. Yet, despite his attempts to appear poetically intimidating, the wink he gives you, brief though it is, reassures you that maybe all isn’t what it seems.
Following the man closely as he treads away, out of the waiting room, down a wide similarly designed gothic stone corridor, and up two flights of stairs, all the time keeping silent just a few paces behind him. Reaching a top landing with a single, yet ornate door on it, the mysterious figure unlocks it, walking into the room beyond without paying you any further attention. Your eyes crossing the well-appointed office beyond, an extensive imposing desk sitting in front of the stained-glass window you saw previously, the man turns to you, with a surprisingly warm smile, leaning up against the desk.
Giving you a small wave, he says, <span class="male">"Hi, you must be $firstName. Sorry about all the theatrics down there, it’s just what everyone expects. I’m Anthony, and I run this brothel complex within ‘The Repurposing Center’. And, if I’m not wrong, you’re $firstName, and you’re here to look into doing some work with us. Now, before I get into any of the real details I have to warn you that our clientele, at least for this side of the business is rather … hardcore, yes that sounds a good way to put it. We deal with a lot of clients looking to inflict; pain play, rough sex, uncomfortable bondage, and generally humiliating someone else. I wouldn’t want to second guess your reason for coming here, I just want you to fully understand what you’re getting yourself into"</span>.
Taking a small pause, using the time to point out a chair for you to settle into so you can more comfortably listen to him, Anthony continues, <span class="male">"Sin is a rather extensive complex, as I’ve at least previously alluded to. We have a total of eight floors within our premises, passing from the main fetish atrium all the way up into the main sexual services atrium. Within our brothel complex, we have a wide range of different fetish environments available, ranging from stone dungeons and cathedrals, all the way to dingy warehouses and prisons. As mentioned earlier, we also cater to a decently wide set of fetishes too"</span>, stopping briefly to get you a cup of cool water from a nearby water cooler, he soon settles back into his position in front of the desk.
<span class="male">"Now, I have a little bad news to go over, and I’m sorry about it in advance. You see, we, as in the business, doesn’t actually pay the staff here. It’s sadly a family tradition that I’m still not happy about. Now, again, before you worry, you will get paid. It’s just, you only get paid in tips by the clients rather than directly from us. Some of them pay exceptionally well, if that’s a comfort. I’d love to be able to pay you as well, but it’s not an option for me, at least at the moment. I hope you can understand"</span>, as he explains the financial situation of your position to you, you notice him fidget nervously, picking up a paperweight which he begins absentmindedly turning over in his hands.
Curiosity getting the better of you, you ask, <span class="player">"So, how much can I expect to make? And, why can’t you pay the staff yourself?"</span>, watching his face drop as you mention the second point.
<span class="male">"The clients pay us, but many of them will also tip you. The pay varies as a result, but we convert it into facility points for you without taking a cut. As for the pay issue, all I can easily say is it’s a family issue"</span>, sighs the brothel master, placing down the shiny rock and continuing in a slightly happier tone, <span class="male">"I’ll mostly be giving you a tour today, but there are a few extra things to go over still. Firstly, in public it’s expected that you refer to me as Master, or some other similar title, though you can feel free to call me Anthony in private. Secondly, you’ll need to strip naked before your shift starts in one of the staff changing rooms, if we have any outfits for you to wear then we’ll provide them for you. Thirdly, while you’re working here you’re required to fulfil any request from a guest, however, you are also under an incredibly vigilant watch, if anyone attempts to cause harm to you in anyway they will be dealt with severely. Finally, I can’t make this a regular thing, but, if you wish to leave right now I won’t hold it against you or report it to the facility, it’ll be our secret and I’ll mark down that you worked the full shift"</span>.<<if $waterSportsPlay>><br><br>Shifting nervously once more, Anthony adds, <span class="male">"There is one other thing. Though, I’m not sure if you’ll take it as an insult if I ask you. We have a large demand for … piss slaves. I wouldn’t mention it, but it’s difficult to find workers willing to fulfil the position, for obvious reasons. I’ve tried to avoid assigning our slave workers to it, as it’s not the sort of position I’d ever want to force on someone. However, if you were willing to do it the tips are phenomenal, and you’ll service so many clients that you’ll practically guarantee walking out of a shift with some significant earnings. I understand if you’re not interested given the job, but I thought I should at least tell you that it’s an option"</span>.<</if>>
Now further informed about what the job entails, you sit there thinking for a moment, drinking your water. Anthony seems surprisingly accommodating, especially for someone who runs a business like this. But, the talk of them maybe not paying you, along with the possibility of a very severe clientele is also more than a little unnerving. As you think, it seems that the brothel master is content with letting you have your space, now having moved behind the desk to look at some paperwork.<<else>>You’re not left waiting long, as soon you see approaching you in confident stride, the incredibly handsome brothel master Anthony, his upper back length windswept sandy blonde hair billowing out almost as if there was a slight breeze following him. Wearing only a thin white shirt left completely open, bearing his muscular and hairless chest visible to the world, and a pair of thick black leather trousers, his feet bare, he cuts a figure that wouldn’t be out of place on the front of a romance novel. Clean shaven, with piercing blue eyes, his expression as ever is the only thing that doesn’t seem to fit, much more pleasant than you’d expect given the line of business he’s in.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/AnthonyLarge.png]]</div>
<span class="male">"Greetings again sweetling. You’ve had a taste of sin and debauchery, and now are an addict it would seem, ready to wander right back into these halls of debauchery knowing entirely what that entails. Come, let me submerge you in the depths of Sin"</span>, snarls the figure loudly, thrusting his arms in the air dramatically as he does, before gesturing for you to follow him. Yet, despite his attempts to appear poetically intimidating, the wink he gives you, brief though it is, once more reminds you that maybe all isn’t what it seems.
Passing out of the main room, staying close behind him, the handsome brothel master waits until you’re both down a deserted side corridor before turning to face you with a smile, whispering, <span class="male">"Hello $firstName, I’m glad to see you came back for another shift here. Do you think I sounded fearsome and dominant enough back there? Oh, but that doesn’t really matter, you’re here to work not to listen to me rambling on. We’ll get you all ready and with some clients as soon as possible, and I’ll do my best to send some of the big tippers your way given that you’re here as a worker and only playing at the slave side of things. So, do you have any preferences?"</span>.<<if $waterSportsPlay && !visited("Degradationist Brothel Watersports First Time")>><br><br>Shifting nervously, Anthony adds, <span class="male">"There is one other thing. Though, I’m not sure if you’ll take it as an insult if I ask you. We have a large demand for … piss slaves. I wouldn’t mention it, but it’s difficult to find workers willing to fulfil the position, for obvious reasons. I’ve tried to avoid assigning our slave workers to it, as it’s not the sort of position I’d ever want to force on someone. However, if you were willing to do it the tips are phenomenal, and you’ll service so many clients that you’ll practically guarantee walking out of a shift with some significant earnings. I understand if you’re not interested given the job, but I thought I should at least tell you that it’s an option"</span>.<<elseif $waterSportsPlay && visited("Degradationist Brothel Watersports First Time")>><br><br>Slightly nervously, Anthony adds, <span class="male">"There is one other thing. We still have a large demand for … piss slaves. I wouldn’t mention it, but it’s difficult to find workers willing to fulfil the position, for obvious reasons, and you’ve been willing previously. Like I’ve mentioned before, the tips are phenomenal, and you’ll service so many clients that you’ll practically guarantee walking out of a shift with some significant earnings. I understand if you’re not interested in trying it again, but I thought I should at least remind you that it’s still an option"</span>.<</if>><</if>>
Do you:
<<if !visited("Degradationist Brothel Normal First Time Start")>>[[Ask to try out the degradationist slave job|Degradationist Brothel Normal First Time Start]]<<else>>[[Ask to work as a degradationist slave|Degradationist Brothel Normal Main]]<</if>><<if $waterSportsPlay>><br><br><<if !visited("Degradationist Brothel Watersports First Time Start")>>[[Ask to try out the piss slave job|Degradationist Brothel Watersports First Time Start]]<<else>>[[Ask to work as a piss slave|Degradationist Brothel Watersports Main]]<</if>><</if>><<if !visited("Degradationist Brothel Normal First Time Start") && !visited("Degradationist Brothel Watersports First Time Start") && !visited("Degradationist Brothel Leave")>><br><br>[[Ask to leave|Degradationist Brothel Leave][$ggp += 500;]]<</if>>Deciding that even after everything you’ve heard, you’d like to try out the toilet slave position, especially after all his talk of high demand, you answer Anthony, <span class="player">"If it’s okay, then I’d like to do the piss slave option, just to try it out"</span>, not entirely sure how he’ll react given exactly what you’re offering to do.
Nodding, his face lighting up in a smile, Anthony replies, <span class="male">"That’s fine. Different people have different interests, and if it’s what you want, then it’s great. Just remember not to get blindsided with the promise of money, if you hate what you’re doing it’s probably not worth it. As for the job, today we’re going to run through a few simple things to get you started. I’ll take you around the rooms associated with your new position within my compound, as a tour of your new workplace, and then we’ll shoot a promotional video of you to show the clients before they book you for usage. It’s all pretty standard. Whilst I’m not supposed to pay staff as a company policy, especially with the staffing issues we’re having with urinal slaves I’ll find a way around it to make an exception"</span>.
Clearing his throat and dusting himself off, his expression turning a little less open, he continues, <span class="male">"Now, of course, as an employee and ‘piss-toy’ of this compound, there are a few rules we’ll have to go over before we’re seen in public again together. There are, sadly, standards we must both live up to, and that means you’ll have to behave in a certain manner whenever you’re on these premises. I’ll try to be as lenient towards you as I can, but there are certain slave protocols that I fear you’ll have to follow, especially given the low status of toilet slaves. I’ve already half gone over them, but now we need to go into a slight more detail, as those were just the bare basics"</span>.
Sighing briefly, Anthony explains, <span class="male">"Slave protocols are relatively simple, but getting them right can be tough, especially for someone new to them. I’ve already mentioned the expectation for you to refer to me as Master in public, however, you’ll also need to remember to show similar deference to clients and any dominant staff as well, calling them sir or miss will usually suffice though. Eye contact is something else you’ll have to keep yourself in check over. It’s important that you don’t raise your eye level enough to look a dominant in the eyes, this is done as a sign of respect and deference and can be quite hard for beginners to get used to. As before, you don’t have to do it with me, but some clients can be … aggressive in regard to it and will use it as an excuse to be harsher on you. When travelling, you’ll as a slave also be expected to remain a couple of paces behind me or whoever is transporting you, its again a deference thing, but it’s one that’s probably easier to handle for you. I think the last big one to remember is that you’ll be required to keep quiet unless questioned, as always in private I don’t mind you acting normally, but clients aren’t looking for talkative toilets, so there’s not much of a choice in such rules. You’ll also need to be nude for your shift, as previously stated, though we can wait until we get you to the staff changing rooms for that. But, I think that’s about it for now, other than a reminder to be respectful to clients if you do end up in conversation with them"</span>, giving a brief pause for you to respond with any questions, patiently waiting for you to process what he’s just said.
<span class="player">"Okay"</span>, you answer quietly, the idea of a high paying job <<if $submission >=50>>along with thoughts of being treat as little more than a bathroom appliance already starting to arouse you<<else>>winning out over your apprehension over what’s about to happen to you<</if>>. Regardless though, it does sound like your first session is going to be a lighter one, so even if you don’t like it, you know that you don’t have to come back. Though, you get a feeling that after selling yourself out as a living urinal, there’s probably no going back in terms of regaining any shred of dignity back.
Giving you an acknowledging nod, his face turns expressionless once more as he turns away from you, and, with a snarl says, <span class="male">"Come now piss-mop, we have to get you prepared first"</span>, striding away with the obvious expectation for you to follow him. Which you do, not wanting to see the reprisal for acting otherwise.
Passing through corridors and through stairways with your head down, you soon lose track of where you are, heading deep into the brothel’s compound. Finding yourself escorted into a small yet pleasant changing room complete with showers, Anthony waits outside for you to get ready. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>Thankfully, you don’t have to make your boss wait long as you're already naked<</if>>. Guessing that it might be a good idea too, you additionally give yourself a quick showering, [[hoping that your results are up to the man’s expectations|Degradationist Brothel Watersports First Time Tour]].<<if $submission <= 95>><<set $submission += 5>><<else>><<set $submission = 100>><</if>>Accepting to work as a fetish slave for your shift, you quickly inform Anthony of your choice, making sure to keep an eye out that no one is listening in.
Smiling happily in response, an equal note of caution obvious in his own actions, Anthony responds, <span class="male">"Excellent $firstName, we have a fair few clients who after seeing your introduction video are raring at the chance to spend some time with you. I’ll make sure to filter most of the big tippers your way as I mentioned previously, as I know that as a trainee it’s important for you to be properly compensated"</span>, giving you a reassuring wink before returning to his dominant deportment. Starting off towards the changing room, the brothel master once more sets off expecting you to fall in line.
Passing through corridors and through stairways with your head down, you soon lose track of where you are, heading deep into the brothel’s compound. Finding yourself escorted into a small yet pleasant changing room complete with showers, Anthony waits outside for you to get ready. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>Thankfully, you don’t have to make your boss wait long as you're already naked<</if>>. Guessing that it might be a good idea too, you additionally give yourself a quick showering, hoping that your results are up to the man’s expectations.
Smiling happily at your efforts, Anthony quickly whisks you off towards your first client. Over the course of your work shift, you find yourself assigned to a multitude of customers, subjected to all sorts of depravity and perversion. For the most part, you <<set $random = random(1,3)>><<if $random==1>>have most of your shift take part in the dungeon room, the time in between clients taken up with being stuffed into a cramped cage hanging from a hook in the ceiling, watching other slaves being used.
In terms of clients, you have <<if $sexualPreference == 1>>a large selection of women interested in using you<<elseif $sexualPreference == 2>>a large selection of men interested in using you<<else>>an almost equal mix of men and women interested in using you<</if>>. One after another they whip and torment you on various rough wooden bondage tables and racks, enjoying watching you squirm with joy. <<if $sexualPreference == 1>><<set $timesPussyLicked += 10>>Having you restrained as such, the women for the most part ride your face, coating you in a slowly drying layer of their pussy juices, seemingly content to rub against your nose without any real input from you. Though, a few also put on strap-on’s, fucking your <<if $vagina>><<set $timesVaginallyFucked += 5>><<set $timesAnallyFucked += 5>>pussy and ass<<else>><<set $timesAnallyFucked += 10>>ass<</if>> mercilessly.<<elseif $sexualPreference == 2>><<set $timesSuckedDick += 10>>Having restrained you as such, the men for the most part are content with mounting your face, rubbing their sweaty balls against you, waiting for you to tongue them attentively before fucking your throat. Though, a few also take the opportunity to fuck your <<if $vagina>>pussy and ass<<else>>ass<</if>>, mercilessly pounding into you before having you clean them off.<<else>><<set $timesPussyLicked += 5>><<set $timesSuckedDick += 5>>Having you restrained as such, the men and women take the opportunity to fuck and ride your face respectively, reducing you to a disgusting mess of spit, tears and sexual fluids. Though, a few also take the opportunity to fuck your <<if $vagina>><<set $timesVaginallyFucked += 5>><<set $timesAnallyFucked += 5>>pussy and ass<<else>><<set $timesAnallyFucked += 10>>ass<</if>>, mercilessly pounding into you with their dicks and strap-on’s before having you clean them off with your tongue.<</if>><<elseif $random==2>>have most of your shift take part in the warehouse room, the whole time bound spread eagle down to the disgustingly soiled mattress with a painfully oversized gag strapped onto you.
In terms of clients, you have <<if $sexualPreference == 1>>a large selection of women interested in using you<<elseif $sexualPreference == 2>>a large selection of men interested in using you<<else>>an almost equal mix of men and women interested in using you<</if>>. One after another they make use of you sexually, enjoying watching you squirm from the overuse, many of them shouting out how much of a dirty and nasty fuck toy you are. A few even take the opportunity to give you a brief spanking or flogging. <<if $sexualPreference == 1>>Having you restrained on your back, the women for the most part ride your face, coating you in a slowly drying layer of their pussy juices, seemingly content to rub against your nose and gag without any real input from you. Though, a few also put on strap-on’s, fucking your <<if $vagina>><<set $timesVaginallyFucked += 10>><<set $timesAnallyFucked += 10>>pussy and ass<<else>><<set $timesAnallyFucked += 20>>ass<</if>> mercilessly.<<elseif $sexualPreference == 2>>Having restrained you on your back, the men are somewhat split, with some being content with wanking over your face, rubbing their sweaty balls against you before coating you in their cum. Mostly though, they take the opportunity to fuck your <<if $vagina>><<set $timesVaginallyFucked += 10>><<set $timesAnallyFucked += 10>>pussy and ass<<else>><<set $timesAnallyFucked += 20>>ass<</if>>, mercilessly pounding into you before the next man takes his place.<<else>>Having you restrained as such, the women take the opportunity to ride your face, whilst the many of the men enjoying wanking on your face instead, between them reducing your visage to a mess of sexual fluids, sweat and tears. Mostly though, they take the opportunity to fuck your <<if $vagina>><<set $timesVaginallyFucked += 10>><<set $timesAnallyFucked += 10>>pussy and ass<<else>><<set $timesAnallyFucked +=20>>ass<</if>>, mercilessly pounding into you with their dicks and strap-on’s before the next client takes their place.<</if>><<elseif $random==3>>have most of your shift take part in the prison room, the time in between clients taken up with being left in the cramped and dingy cells, watching other slaves being used and punished just outside. Though, at least you get a somewhat uncomfortable cot to lie on in the downtime.
In terms of clients, you have <<if $sexualPreference == 1>>a large selection of women interested in using you<<elseif $sexualPreference == 2>>a large selection of men interested in using you<<else>>an almost equal mix of men and women interested in using you<</if>>. One after another restraining you in the various punishment stations before whipping, flogging, caning and spanking you. A few even chain you up in your cell, fucking you on the small cot. Worse, some even shove you in the cramped and pitch black ‘solitary confinement’ cells, albeit only briefly. <<if $sexualPreference == 1>><<set $timesPussyLicked += 10>>Having you restrained in your cell, the women for the most part ride your face, coating you in a slowly drying layer of their pussy juices, seemingly content to rub against your nose without any real input from you. Though, a few also put on strap-on’s, fucking your <<if $vagina>><<set $timesVaginallyFucked += 5>><<set $timesAnallyFucked += 5>>pussy and ass<<else>><<set $timesAnallyFucked += 10>>ass<</if>> mercilessly.<<elseif $sexualPreference == 2>><<set $timesSuckedDick += 10>>Having restrained you in your cell, the men for the most part are content with mounting your face, rubbing their sweaty balls against you, waiting for you to tongue them attentively before fucking your throat. Though, a few also take the opportunity to fuck your <<if $vagina>><<set $timesVaginallyFucked += 5>><<set $timesAnallyFucked += 5>>pussy and ass<<else>><<set $timesAnallyFucked += 10>>ass<</if>>, mercilessly pounding into you before having you clean them off.<<else>><<set $timesPussyLicked += 5>><<set $timesSuckedDick += 5>>Having you restrained in your cell, the men and women take the opportunity to fuck and ride your face respectively, reducing you to a disgusting mess of spit, tears and sexual fluids. Though, a few also take the opportunity to fuck your <<if $vagina>><<set $timesVaginallyFucked += 5>><<set $timesAnallyFucked += 5>>pussy and ass<<else>><<set $timesAnallyFucked += 10>>ass<</if>>, mercilessly pounding into you with their dicks and strap-on’s before having you clean them off with your tongue.<</if>><</if>>
Generally, despite being humiliating and a little painful, everything is pretty enjoyable, though also very tiring, what with the heavy usage and punishment. However, one customer really stands out during your current shift.
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<<set $random = random(1,1)>><<if $random==1>><<include [[Degradationist Brothel Normal 1]]>><</if>>Working in the prison section of the complex for part of your shift, you spend most of the time confined in a small cell, sitting around on the uncomfortable cot, watching other fetish slaves being punished in various ways and occasionally being used by clients for their own interests. However, after about a quater of an hour a red haired <<if $sexualPreference !=2>>female<<else>>male<</if>> slave approaches, wearing nothing but a collar so as to best show off their many welts and marks that adorn them due to their many sessions of corporal punishment from the guests. Unlocking the barred door on your cell with a ring of keys, you get the impression that <<if $sexualPreference !=2>>she<<else>>he<</if>> has been sent to deal with you, though to what end you can’t be sure.
Stoney faced, the slave announces, <<if $sexualPreference !=2>><span class="female">"A client has requested the master for you to be placed in solitary confinement. The master has been payed for the right to do this, though I’m unsure if there’s a greater purpose to this other than the client wanting to see someone punished. Before you ask, I can’t tell you the name of the client, as they’ve asked to remain anonymous, and I don’t know who they are at all as I wasn’t present for this transaction. Please comply, otherwise it’ll be my behind that’s going to end up punished"</span><<else>><span class="male">"A client has requested the master for you to be placed in solitary confinement. The master has been payed for the right to do this, though I’m unsure if there’s a greater purpose to this other than the client wanting to see someone punished. Before you ask, I can’t tell you the name of the client, as they’ve asked to remain anonymous, and I don’t know who they are at all as I wasn’t present for this transaction. Please comply, otherwise it’ll be my behind that’s going to end up punished"</span><</if>>. Not particularly liking the slaves tone, but knowing that disobedience wouldn’t be a good idea, you quickly pull yourself up off of the wall mounted bed slab, falling in line behind the <<if $sexualPreference !=2>>slave-girl<<else>>slave-boy<</if>>.
Led over to the bank of tiny doors, the red-head unlocks one at floor level, revealing to you the cramped dark interior, little more than a metal cupboard. Getting down on all fours to enter it, knowing that there’s no other way you’re going to be able to fit into it, the slave escorting you takes the opportunity to nudge you further in with their foot, seemingly irritated with the pace you’re going at.
The heavy door slammed behind you, you’re plunged into pitch blackness, only briefly able to get your bearings within the restricted space. To fit you need to scrunch yourself up, unable to lay out in any comfortable manner, the metal floor unlikely to give you any real rest even if you could sprawl yourself out. Add onto situation that very soon you’re unable to spot anything, the place almost completely silent, and, due to the combination of metal walls and its miniscule size it’s rapidly heating up, causing you to sweat in dejected ball.
It’s easy to understand why this is considered such a harsh punishment, even the floor cells with people walking over you seeming preferable to the cloying heat and darkness.
You're not sure how long you’ve been in the solitary cell when the slave returns to retrieve you, blinding light and a rush of cooling air jolting your senses so that you reel from the suddenness of it all. Panting with thirst and uneasiness as you struggle to crawl back out, you momentarily look back over your shoulder, spotting the puddle of sweat you’ve left behind, disgustingly reminding you of a slugs-trail you chuckle to yourself internally.
Thankful to be returned to your original cell, you lay back on the cot, glad for the small comfort it provides, happy not to be within the cramped locker anymore. Despite that glee, the disorientation of your session in solitary sticks with you for the rest of the session, keeping you off balance regardless of how hard you try to focus, though you eventually gather yourself together once. After that, things go back to normal, playing out as the had before for the rest of your shift.
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Collapsing back in exhaustion, it takes you a moment to realize you’re being carried, looking up at the handsome blonde brothel master, Anthony. Mumbling, <span class="player">"Thank you …"</span>, letting out a long yawn as you do, you let him take you back to the changing room. It seems that with you being almost passed out, it’s acceptable for the man to carry you in front of customers.
Once you’re behind closed doors, Anthony settles you down on a bench, returning soon with a bottle of juice, some snacks, and a large blanket, wrapping you up in the fluffy material before making sure that you replenish your fluids. While waiting, having the handsome dominant whisper repeatedly to you how good a job you did, a nearby wall terminal chimes in the familiar monotone you’ve come to expect of Alice, <span class="neutral">"Trainee $firstName has complete their shift. Pay out from tips is now being calculated"</span>.
<<set $random = random(0,6)>><<set $earnings = ($random * 100) + 400>><<set $ggp += $earnings>><hr><b>Earnings Report – Fetish Slave</b>
You worked a full shift as a fetish slave: G.G.P + 0
You received in tips: G.G.P + <<set $holderInt = ($random * 100) + 400>>$holderInt
Overall earned G.G.P = $earnings
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Knowing that you have places to be, Anthony rouses you back awake from your short rest, smiling at you and helping you to your feet. Taking his leave, you clean yourself up<<if $currentClothing !="Naked" || $currentUnderwear != "Naked">> and put back on your clothing<</if>>. Waiting outside, Anthony gives you a friendly wink after checking that there aren’t any customers around, before giving you the go ahead to call your shift complete.
Passing back out through the large stone atrium, you finally make it back into the main sexual services atrium, feeling like you’d been in the appropriately titled, <span class="neutral">"Sin"</span>, brothel complex for much longer than you actually have been. However, for now with your pay received you decide to <a data-passage="Travel Back">travel back to your room</a>.<<if $submission <= 90>><<set $submission += 10>><<else>><<set $submission = 100>><</if>>Accepting to work as a toilet slave for your shift, you quickly inform Anthony of your choice, making sure to keep an eye out that no one is listening in.
Smiling happily in response, an equal note of caution obvious in his own actions, Anthony responds, <span class="male">"Excellent $firstName, we have a high demand from our clients for people willing to fulfil that role. Many of whom were overjoyed after after seeing your introduction video. I’ll make sure to filter most of the big tippers your way as I mentioned previously, as I know that as a trainee it’s important for you to be properly compensated, I think I might also be able to add a little extra too from the business itself, given that we have such an overabundance of important guests looking for such a service"</span>, giving you a reassuring wink before returning to his dominant deportment. Starting off towards the changing room, the brothel master once more sets off expecting you to fall in line.
Passing through corridors and through stairways with your head down, you soon lose track of where you are, heading deep into the brothel’s compound. Finding yourself escorted into a small yet pleasant changing room complete with showers, Anthony waits outside for you to get ready. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>Quickly you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>Thankfully, you don’t have to make your boss wait long as you're already naked<</if>>. Guessing that it might be a good idea too, you additionally give yourself a quick showering, hoping that your results are up to the man’s expectations.
Smiling happily at your efforts, Anthony quickly whisks you off towards your first client. Over the course of your work shift, you find yourself servicing a multitude of customers, subjected to such a great torrent of urine that you’re truly astounded, unsure if you’ll ever be able to remove the taste and smell from clinging to your senses. For the most part, you <<set $random = random(1,3)>><<if $random==1>>have most of your shift take part in the private urinal room, your time spent chained up in a small porcelain urinal with a pull-out seat section for clients to make use of if they desire. The bottom of the urinal built up so that you’re stuck kneeling in their piss until they let you out of your bondage.
In terms of clients, you have <<if $sexualPreference == 1>>a large selection of women interested in using you<<elseif $sexualPreference == 2>>a large selection of men interested in using you<<else>>an almost equal mix of men and women interested in using you<</if>>. Mostly they just piss on you, some demanding that you open your mouth to drink down their foul warm offerings. Sitting in a slowly building lake of filth, the scent all around you, you constantly have to resist gagging, no escape from your humiliating and degrading situation available to you.<<elseif $random==2>>have most of your shift take part in the pipe room, the whole time standing bound to the wall restraints, the various pipes locked into place, ready to coat you in urine, or worse.
In terms of clients, you have <<if $sexualPreference == 1>>a large selection of women interested in using you<<elseif $sexualPreference == 2>>a large selection of men interested in using you<<else>>an almost equal mix of men and women interested in using you<</if>>, though you don’t see any of them, only spotting their names on a screen placed tauntingly in front of you, next to another that broadcasts your situation. As urine flows down the tubes from the various toilets that they’re connected to, you’re repeatedly subjected to golden showers and even forced to drink copious amounts of the piss, your mouth locked in place with an open gag. Perhaps the most humiliating part of all, <<if $vagina>>connected to your pussy and your ass are two additional pipes, regularly giving you a piss douching and enema as the clients eagerly watch on<<else>>connected to your ass, regularly giving you a piss enema as the clients eagerly watch on<</if>>. You smells foul, and the disgusting taste of urine clings to your tongue with no reprieve.<<elseif $random==3>>have most of your shift take part in the public urinal section, having an unbelievably huge crowd of people take turns pissing on you, all the while visible to anyone walking past. Bound as you are kneeling in the porcelain toilet station, increasingly more urine pooling around you slowly but sure, the level of embarrassment you feel makes you wonder if it’s possible to blush yourself unconscious.
In terms of clients, you have <<if $sexualPreference == 1>>a large horde of women interested in using you<<elseif $sexualPreference == 2>>a large horde of men interested in using you<<else>>an almost equal mix of men and women interested in using you, the gathering immense in size<</if>>. Customer after customer; pissing on you, demanding that you drink their warm pee, insulting and demeaning you, taking pictures to show their friends. All the while, dripping from the crowds horrid and gross collected urine, paid nothing or practically nothing by the vast majority of them, you wonder how you could have ever ended up here. At one point, you’re even sure you spotted one of the large screens in the atrium broadcasting your humiliation, likely not just locally too.<</if>><<if $incontinenceTreatment>><br><br>Embarrassingly, your incontinence chip seems to be reacting oddly to the situation, causing you to have a constant dribble of piss leaking out of your <<if $penis && $vagina>>cock and pussy<<elseif $vagina>>pussy<<else>>cock<</if>>. On the bright side of matters, the clients seem amused by watching you wet yourself as they make use of you, and you get the feeling that you might end up being payed better as a result. Still, knowing you might make some more points as a result doesn’t do much to stop you from feeling mortified over how humiliated it makes you feel.<</if>>
Generally, despite being degrading and a more than a little gross, everything is strangely enjoyable, though also very tiring, what with the heavy amount of urine now in your system. All the while, your <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> cock and needy pussy throb<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock throbs<<else>>needy pussy throbs<</if>> with arousal that you know sadly will go unfulfilled. As, after all, you’re just a piss slave, little more than a piece of furniture that can also be tormented to the vast majority of those using you. However, one customer really stands out during your current shift.
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<<set $random = random(1,1)>><<if $random==1>><<include [[Degradationist Brothel Watersports 1]]>><</if>>Working in the pipe room section of the complex for part of your shift, you spend your time standing restrained to a collection of heavy metal pipes, unable to move an inch, having been bound there by a shaven headed <<if $sexualPreference !=2>>female<<else>>male<</if>> slave. Pipes and tubes all around you in the grimy boiler room-esque environment, you’re repeatedly doused in alternating piss and cold water from all angles, the slave returning here and there to adjust matters by adding a gag, or positioning one of the tubes differently, sometimes making sure you get a good mouthful for the enjoyment of your unseen clients. The camera recording the whole thing, the names of the clients shown on the screen above it along with a playback of what’s happening to you, you’re confused to see that as the bald slave returns the new client is listed as, <span class="neutral">"Client: ???"</span>, your body shivering sympathetically as you nervously ponder what that could mean.
Without saying a word, the slave silences you, pressing a ring gag into your mouth that almost immediately causes your jaw to ache from being stretched open too wide, your <<checkLips>> lips rubbing against its smooth leather sides. Slotting another tube snuggly through it with a click, the clear plastic cylinder landing squarely upon your tongue, you know that soon you’ll be drinking down someone’s urine. But, the slave doesn’t stop to your surprise, instead retrieving something else which <<if $sexualPreference !=2>>she<<else>>he<</if>> begins attaching to the end of a tube, their back to you and their body blocking your view, making you slightly worried about what it could be.
Catching you by surprise with the suddenness of their actions, the slave grasps one of your <<checkAss>> ass cheeks, pulling it to one side. With wide eyes, you spot the reason for <<if $sexualPreference !=2>>her<<else>>his<</if>> actions, a hefty butt plug not sitting on the end of the tube, a conspicuous hole at the end of it, the purpose of which you think you can figure out. With no delicacy, the plug is soon rammed into your tender back passage, making you grunt unhappily around the gag in your mouth, pain radiating from your sore sphincter. Of course, as the slave backs up, you know that things are only going to get worse from here.
The first thing you notice as the tubes begin to fill is cold liquid striking against your chest, running down your <<checkNipple>> nipples<<if $breastSize >0>> and your <<checkBreast>> bosom<</if>>, eventually flowing down your thighs all the way until it pools at your feet. However, in short order accompanying it comes a flood of warm liquid, likely piss from the horrid taste, into your mouth, the disgusting flavour clinging to your tongue long after you gulp down the foul fluid and it rests warmly within your stomach. Gulping it down to avoid drowning in it, the flow not ceasing, you belly soon feels overly full, unpleasantly so. Worse though, is when the anal tube begins to fill you up, warm liquid flowing up into your unprotected bowels. At first it’s not too bad, a little odd but that’s it, the worry from earlier partially dissipating, yet, that doesn’t last for long, soon the relentless liquid filling getting to the point where it’s causing you to feel stretched out and bloated, you intestines cramping violently resultantly.
After that, it continues on and off, sometimes warm, sometimes cold, deluge after deluge of piss flowing over you and into your mouth. Your <<checkHair>> $hairColour $hairStyle hair hangs damply around your head, soaked through with urine, while the distinct smell of piss clings to you, the scent rather nauseating even long after you’ve started.
With your stomach visibly bulging out, causing you to feel deep discomfort from the sloshing weight stretching your body in ways you might not have even thought possible, you squirm in the vain hope of alleviating some of the internal pressure. Spotting the image of yourself on the screen facing you, you get your first look at just how dishevelled you look, piss still slowly dripping off you, some of the urine having even congealed a little on you, leaving disgusting yellow tinges here and there. Your hair though is also bad, hanging damp and unkempt, slick with the combined piss of many people, however, the worst is by far your lewdly distended belly, a grotesque reminder of just how full of pee you are. Weirdly though, deep down, when you see yourself this way, degraded beyond measure, piss slowly disappearing down a grate to the side, you’re actually extremely aroused. For some reason, it all just feels right, natural even.
Eventually though, the piss stops, the slave approaching to unbind you for a short break after the harrowing experience you’ve just been through. Pulling the anal plug mounted tube out, you’re equally mortified and relieved as a torrent of ass tainted piss rushes out of your rear hole, splattering against both your thighs and the back wall before settling in a pool at your feet. The pressure relieved, you begin immediately feeling better, but there’s still a lingering feeling of queasy unease rolling across your body, though you can’t be sure whether that’s just the humiliation of voiding your piss filled bowels talking.
Happy to be released for a moment, you lie down on a set of thin yet cushiony mats to one side, dripping urine across the floor the entire way over to them. Taking a quick, and well-deserved, rest, you rub your piss-soaked stomach soothingly, still feeling the last tremors of the awful cramping you just went through. Despite the temporary joy of being free of the situation, you know that you’ll have to get back on the job soon enough, now with a realization of just how uncomfortable and degrading these sessions can get. After that though, things thankfully go back to normal, playing out as the had before for the rest of your shift.
<<include [[Degradationist Brothel Watersports End]]>>...
Collapsing back in exhaustion, it takes you a moment to realize you’re being carried, looking up at the handsome blonde brothel master, Anthony. Mumbling, <span class="player">"Thank you …"</span>, letting out a long piss smelling yawn as you do, you let him take you back to the changing room. It seems that with you being almost passed out, it’s acceptable for the man to carry you in front of customers, even if you’re soaking wet with urine, your clients pee dripping off of you the entire time.
Once you’re behind closed doors, Anthony settles you down on a bench, returning soon with a bottle of juice, some snacks, and a large blanket, wrapping you up in the fluffy material before making sure that you wash out the taste of piss with the juice. While waiting, having the handsome dominant whisper repeatedly to you how good a job you did, a nearby wall terminal chimes in the familiar monotone you’ve come to expect of Alice, <span class="neutral">"Trainee $firstName has complete their shift. Pay out from tips is now being calculated"</span>.
<<set $random = random(0,6)>><<set $earnings = ($random * 100) + 600>><<if $incontinenceTreatment>><<set $earnings += 200>><</if>><<set $ggp += $earnings>><hr><b>Earnings Report – Toilet Slave</b>
You worked a full shift as a toilet slave: G.G.P + 0
You received in tips: G.G.P + <<set $holderInt = ($random * 100) + 400>>$holderInt
Bonus for emergency role fulfilment: G.G.P + 200<<if $incontinenceTreatment>><br><br>Bonus for incontinence chip: G.G.P + 200<</if>>
Overall earned G.G.P = $earnings
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Knowing that you have places to be, Anthony rouses you back awake from your short rest, smiling at you and helping you to your feet. Taking his leave, you clean yourself up<<if $currentClothing !="Naked" || $currentUnderwear != "Naked">> and put back on your clothing<</if>>. Waiting outside, Anthony gives you a friendly wink after checking that there aren’t any customers around, before giving you the go ahead to call your shift complete.<<if ($diaperWettingPlay && $diaperSkill >0) || ($incontinenceTreatment && $waterSportsPlay)>><br><br>It’s only now everything has settled that you finally realize just how much pressure you’re feeling in your stomach and bladder, the weight of all the urine you’ve drank over your shift taking its toll.<<if $diaperWettingPlay && $diaperSkill >0>><<set $diaperWetCountDown -= 5>> Given the issues caused by your diaper training, you feel that you’ll likely be wetting yourself very soon.<</if>><<if $incontinenceTreatment && $waterSportsPlay>><<set $incontinenceCountDown -= 5>> Taking into account the situation with your incontinence chip, you get the impression that all of that freshly consumed urine is going to be flowing out of you very soon.<</if>><</if>>
Passing back out through the large stone atrium, you finally make it back into the main sexual services atrium, feeling like you’d been in the appropriately titled, <span class="neutral">"Sin"</span>, brothel complex for much longer than you actually have been. However, for now with your pay received you decide to <a data-passage="Travel Back">travel back to your room</a>.Deciding that after everything you’ve heard, that leaving is probably the right option, you answer Anthony, <span class="player">"I’m sorry, but I’d like to leave now. I just don’t think this job is right for me"</span>, feeling just a little bad about letting the man down after how accommodating he’s been.
<span class="male">"That’s okay $firstName. I wouldn’t want anyone to be working here if they didn’t want to. Despite some peoples desires to the contrary I’m no monster and I’m not going to force you into prostituting yourself for rough and degrading sex. I’ll have some money transferred to you as payment for your time, and you can stay around here for a little longer, so no one gets suspicious about your absence. If anyone asks, then I’ll tell them that you were serving as my client and that the payment is the tip due to the time I took up, that should cover everything. If you’d like, then you’re free to spend some time in my apartment while you’re stuck here, I have a couple of games consoles and a decent collection of books if you need something to pass the time before you leave"</span>, answers the man in pleasant tone, settling into the seat behind his desk whilst nodding towards an open archway leading off to the right.
More than a little surprised about the curious display of generosity, still not sure if it’s not some sort of ploy, you’re even more stunned when you hear his desk terminal exclaim in a familiar monotone voice, <span class="neutral">"Trainee $firstName has been awarded a 500 G.G.P tip, for tending to Master Anthony’s needs"</span>. Not sure what to say, caught off guard, all you can manage is a confused, <span class="player">"Wait … are you sure? I mean, thanks …"</span>, in return.
Waving it off, he smiles at you reassuringly, <span class="male">"Don’t worry about it. I know there are a lot of business people looking to exploit slaves and trainees here at the facility, but I’m not one of them. Though, I have to admit, now you know the full situation here, if you were to come back again then I’ll have to take it that you’re just shy about admitting what you want and there won’t be another chance to just walk away. If you do decide to return, keep in mind that my workers are by and large very happy with the job, even those who are enslaved here on a more permanent basis, for those who are interested in truly expressing the depths of their submission my complex is a perfect place for them"</span>. And, on that note, Anthony returns to his paperwork, smiling at you and nodding towards the arch.
Taking the hint, you gesture your head in appreciation before leaving as indicated, passing out of his office into his living space. Again surprisingly, or maybe not so surprisingly given his demeanour so far, Anthony’s living space is by far less gloomy and atmospheric than even his office, a veritable bachelor pad. Albeit, one that has a little more in terms of dark reds and purples, a few thick velvet curtains accenting the walls, and, as he previously commented a large double set of bookcases up against one wall, whilst another is taken up with a huge screen cabled up to a state of the art gaming system.
Seeing no reason not to enjoy yourself, you settle into a thick leather couch, leafing through the game selection options on the console. Though, you do spend a few minutes looking over the bookcase first, seeing that most of the books are classics and poetry by the likes of Byron, most of which look to be rather old copies in their own right, sadly you don’t have that sort of time on your hands, which is why playing a few games on his gaming rig wins out as the best options. And so, that’s how you spend the next couple of hours waiting, occasionally getting up to check up on Anthony who is engrossed in his work, though he still gives you a nod and a smile each time you do.
Noticing that it’s time for you to leave, you give a small wave to Anthony, still sitting at his desk pondering over the mass of paperwork. Going down the long stairway and out of the gothic stone atrium, your time for the shift complete despite not having actually done the work, you <a data-passage="Travel Back">travel back to your room</a>.<<if $submission <= 90>><<set $submission += 10>><<else>><<set $submission = 100>><</if>><span class="male">"Now sweetling, it’s time for you to make your mark on this world. Let us get you prepared for your debut to a life of humiliation, pain and debauchery. A video of your degradation, so that it’s recorded in posterity for the ages. As you sleep, eat, and work, perverts from around the world will masturbate to your squirming squalid form, envisioning themselves using you as little more than a disposable sex toy. And worse, my belief is that you’ll be caught in bliss the entire time, a slave not just in name but also in nature to your perverse urges. What a beauty this moment is"</span>, explains Anthony in his haughty ‘master’ tone, giving you a brief reassuring wink when he notices that there’s nobody else around.
Pulling his phone out, your boss the brothel master, momentarily taps a couple of buttons before putting it away, moving onward with the expectation that you’ll follow him. With a slight gulp, remembering what he mentioned earlier about making a video to promote you to clients, you quickly make pace behind him, passing back through the hallways of the extensive ‘Sin’ complex. It doesn’t take long before you’re standing before a new door, a brown haired <<if $sexualPreference !=2>>female<<else>>male<</if>> collared slave waiting there already, staring at the floor. Oddly, the slave, despite their slightly dishevelled state, doesn’t seem to be upset about their situation, instead a rather serene looking smile is painted across their averted face.
Opening the door and striding inside, holding it open for you and the waiting slave <<if $sexualPreference !=2>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> to enter, Anthony closes the door behind the you, soon reverting to his old friendly demeaner. <span class="male">"Nobody will see in here, so feel free to speak openly. That goes for the both of you. We’re going to get $firstName’s introduction video made in a second, so take a few deep breaths and get yourself relaxed first. I’ll get everything ready and set up, you’ll both have some time to rest before we get started. My little slave over there is going to be the one on camera with you doing the actual bondage, whilst I’ll be directing, though only in vague terms really. Check in with each other, get comfortable, and we can start to get this over with in a few minutes"</span>, explains the man as he ambles around, moving about technical equipment, restraints and sex toys ready for the recording.
Answering Anthony in a quiet, <span class="player">"Sure, that sounds okay"</span>, you turn to the slave, adding, <span class="player">"Hi, I’m $firstName, I guess we’ll be working together?"</span>, taking in the room while you do. The room, oddly, is split into two sections. The first that you’re currently standing in is relatively normal, a sort of lounge area with a leather sofa, a little minibar, even some snacks on a countertop, all along with boxes of technical equipment and sex toys. The second half, however, is built to look like a dingy boiler room, pipes and grime everywhere with a concrete backdrop. At a guess, you’d say it’s probably the grimy section where you’ll be filming, though that’s only a hunch given everything you’ve seen so far.
<<if $sexualPreference !=2>><span class="female">"Hello, it’s nice to meet you. My name’s Slave-4 these days. It’s all a bit weird to get used to at first, but it can be nice when you do. Also, our boss is pretty nice on us, certainly a lot nicer to us than a lot of the other slave owners I’ve hear about from slaves who get brought here for training. I hope we can have a lot of fun together today"</span><<else>><span class="male">"Hello, it’s nice to meet you. My name’s slave 4 these days. It’s all a bit weird to get used to at first, but it can be nice when you do. Also, our boss is pretty nice on us, certainly a lot nicer to us than a lot of the other slave owners I’ve hear about from slaves who get brought here for training. I hope we can have a lot of fun together today"</span><</if>>, greets the slave, grabbing an orange from the snack table and then taking a seat.
After that, you spend the next few minutes getting to know your co-star a little better, though there’s not much to say really, as Slave-4 doesn’t seem to get out much, nor does <<if $sexualPreference !=2>>she<<else>>he<</if>> really want to talk about work, seemingly happy to compartmentalize it. Before long though, Anthony seems to have everything ready and calls you back over, informing you just to let Slave-4 take the lead, to be submissive in all your actions, and to try and have fun with it all.
Rubbing <<if $sexualPreference !=2>>her<<else>>his<</if>> hands down your nude body, the collared slave begins investigating your body, a pair of pair of heavy duty restraints in hand. Carefully, <<if $sexualPreference !=2>>she<<else>>he<</if>> straps you into the cuffs, the course material feeling slightly rough against your wrists, making you not want to move around too much. Repeating the process with your ankles, you now find yourself with restraints around each limb, hooking you up to nearby pipes. Next, <<if $sexualPreference !=2>>she<<else>>he<</if>> wraps a set of ropes around you in a sort of makeshift harness, skilfully binding you with the thick cord<<if $breastSize >0>>, your <<checkBreast>> breasts being well supported by its design<</if>>. Checking briefly to make sure it’s not pinching, Slave-4 next turns their focus to your <<checkLips>> lips, slotting a thick ball gag between them, effectively silencing you, other than maybe from grunting around it.
Retrieving what you guess is the last part of your temporary attire from a cart just off-screen, Slave-4 shows you a thick blindfold. Speaking softly, <<if $sexualPreference !=2>>she<<else>>he<</if>> says with a dreamy submissive smile, <<if $sexualPreference !=2>><span class="female">"Master says it’s time for the fun to begin"</span><<else>><span class="male">"Master says it’s time for the fun to begin"</span><</if>>, before tying it around your head, and subsequently plunging you into darkness. You take as deep a breath as you can around the ball gag, steadying yourself, however, you become even more surprised when something else is placed over your head. The pressure over your ears, and the complete muffling of sound, quickly helps you figure out that you just gotten a full hood applied too.
After that, time just passes as a blur. Unable to see or hear, you find that it’s hard to figure out or remember what is happening, your whole world a disorienting fugue. You remember vaguely; a cold wet sensation running across your stomach, thighs and chest, stinging pain across your <<checkNipple>> nipples as something squeezes them, and a whole lot of smacks against your inner thighs and arm pits by something small and leathery. There was also a lot of poking, especially to your <<checkAss>> bum, and your ever more aroused <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> dick and pussy<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock<<else>>pussy<</if>>. However, it all ends as quickly as it began, leaving you unfulfilled and breathless in the sweaty hood.
Light stings your eyes as your blindfold is removed, the hood having been taken off of you only moments previously. Blinking to accustom your eyes, you realize that Slave-4 is doing their best to strip all of your bindings off, the video seemingly at an end by <<if $sexualPreference !=2>>her<<else>>his<</if>> much more relaxed and casual demeanour. Spotting an image of yourself on a side screen, realization strikes you as you finally click to what the cold wet sensation was. All over you, you have words written across you, daubed in thick black ink. Most of them are extremely lewd in nature, but, across your stomach you spot a particularly large on which catches your attention, reading, <span class="neutral">"Slave-72"</span>. Being marked as a slave for all to see, along with many other remarks about your sIutty-ness and need for punishment, is incredibly degrading. On top of which, it seems you had a pair of thick very technical looking clamps applied to your nipples at some point, the removal of which and the subsequent blood flow causing you to bite down hard on the gag in pain. Weirdly though, deep down, when you see yourself covered in the suggestive remarks, reddening welts, sweat and bondage, you’re actually extremely aroused.
Wandering over to help unchain you, Anthony says merrily, <span class="male">"You did great! The customers will surely enjoy seeing your introductory video, and I’d almost guarantee it’ll bring in a nice clientele list looking to spend time with you. Now, I know we didn’t have much time today, otherwise I’d have made sure to have Slave-4 give you an orgasm in thanks to end things, but I hope you still enjoyed your time here. I’ve already put your payment through the system, so you should be notified any moment, however, you’ve been through quite a lot just now, so I need to get some water in you and have you sit down first before you’re really ready to go"</span>, carefully taking out the ball gag so you can respond as he goes, along with checking over each of the marks Slave-4 bestowed upon you to make sure that they’re okay.
Collapsing back against the wall behind you in exhaustion, hanging loosely in your remaining restraints, you mumble, <span class="player">"Thank you …"</span>, letting out a long yawn as you do.
Once you’re fully unbound, Anthony sweeps you up into his arms, whisking you over to the sofa you sat on earlier. Lying you down to rest, the brothel master soon returns with a bottle of juice, some snacks, and a large blanket, wrapping you up in the fluffy material before making sure that you replenish your fluids. While waiting, having the handsome dominant whisper repeatedly to you how good a job you did, a nearby wall terminal chimes in the familiar monotone you’ve come to expect of Alice, <span class="neutral">"Trainee $firstName has been awarded an 800 G.G.P tip for excellent services rendered for their client"</span>.
Noticing that it’s almost time for you to leave, Anthony rouses you back awake from your short rest, smiling at you and helping you to your feet, Slave-4 it seems having slipped out while you dozed off. Ushered back in silence towards the changing room, you clean up<<if $currentClothing !="Naked" || $currentUnderwear != "Naked">> and put back on your clothing<</if>>. Waiting outside, Anthony gives you a friendly wink after checking that there aren’t any customers around, before giving you your leave. Travelling out through the large stone atrium, you finally make it back into the main sexual services atrium, feeling like you’d been in the appropriately titled, <span class="neutral">"Sin"</span>, brothel complex for much longer than you actually had.
Thinking over your opinion of what just happened as you travel back to your room, you decide it was:
[[A lot of fun|followDestination('Travel Back')][if($submission <= 95){$submission += 5;}else{$submission = 100;};]]
[[Something you had to do|followDestination('Travel Back')]]
[[Horrible, you don't ever want to be in that situation again|followDestination('Travel Back')][if($submission >= -95){$submission -= 5;}else{$submission = -100;};]]<<if $submission <= 80>><<set $submission += 20>><<else>><<set $submission = 100>><</if>><span class="male">"Now sweetling, it’s time for you to make your debut as a toilet slave. Let us get you for more humiliation and degradation that you ever thought possible. Once you become a piss-mop for some devious pervert there’s no going back. You might be able to wash out the urine, but the memory of that moment will cling to you forever. Further, a video of your initiation into being the lowest of low in slave circles will be recorded in posterity for the ages. As you sleep, eat, and work, perverts from around the world will masturbate to you being covered in piss, the thought of making you drink their golden nectar getting them more turned on than you might possibly imagine. And worse, my belief is that you’ll be caught in bliss the entire time, revelling in just how far you’ve fallen. What a beauty this moment is"</span>, explains Anthony in his haughty ‘master’ tone, giving you a brief reassuring wink when he notices that there’s nobody else around.
Pulling his phone out, your boss the brothel master, momentarily taps a couple of buttons before putting it away, moving onward with the expectation that you’ll follow him. With a slight gulp, remembering what he mentioned earlier about making a video to promote you to clients, you quickly make pace behind him, passing back through the hallways of the extensive ‘Sin’ complex. It doesn’t take long before you’re standing back before the heavy metal door to the pipe room, a bald headed <<if $sexualPreference !=2>>female<<else>>male<</if>> collared slave waiting there already, staring at the floor. The slave, dripping pee all around them in their dishevelled state, doesn’t seem to be upset about their situation, instead a rather serene looking smile is painted across their averted face.
Opening the door and striding inside, holding it open for you and the waiting slave <<if $sexualPreference !=2>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> to enter, Anthony closes the door behind the you, soon reverting to his old friendly demeaner. <span class="male">"Nobody will see in here, so feel free to speak openly. That goes for the both of you. We’re going to get $firstName’s watersports promotional video made in a second, so take a few deep breaths and get yourself relaxed first. I’ll get everything ready and set up, you’ll both have some time to rest before we get started. My little toilet slave over there is going to be the one on camera with you doing the actual bondage, whilst I’ll be directing, though only in vague terms really. Check in with each other, get comfortable, and we can start to get this over with in a few minutes"</span>, explains the man as he ambles around, moving about technical equipment, checking the restraints, generally setting up for the recording.
Answering Anthony in a quiet, <span class="player">"Sure, that sounds okay"</span>, you turn to the slave, adding, <span class="player">"Hi, I’m $firstName, I guess we’ll be working together?"</span>, taking in the grimy room again while you do.
<<if $sexualPreference !=2>><span class="female">"Hello, it’s nice to meet you. My name’s Slave-6. It’s nice to see someone else who’s embracing the chance to become another toilet slave. I don’t have a lot of friends around here, as the other slaves look down at me for what I do, but it’s not a bad job really, whatever they think. I tried being a regular fetish slave, but I’m no good with pain, so I find this much better. You’ll see, it can be really enjoyable if you let it"</span><<else>><span class="male">"Hello, it’s nice to meet you. My name’s Slave-6. It’s nice to see someone else who’s embracing the chance to become another toilet slave. I don’t have a lot of friends around here, as the other slaves look down at me for what I do, but it’s not a bad job really, whatever they think. I tried being a regular fetish slave, but I’m no good with pain, so I find this much better. You’ll see, it can be really enjoyable if you let it"</span><</if>>, greets the slave submissively, kneeling on a cushiony, and thankfully waterproof, pad on the floor.
After that, you spend the next few minutes getting to know your co-star a little better, though there’s not much to say really, as Slave-6 doesn’t seem to get out much, nor does <<if $sexualPreference !=2>>she<<else>>he<</if>> really have much to say about work, apparantly not wanting to gossip about her clients various interests. Before long though, Anthony seems to have everything ready and calls you back over, informing you just to let Slave-6 take the lead, to be submissive in all your actions, and to try and have fun with it all as much as you can.
Caressing <<if $sexualPreference !=2>>her<<else>>his<</if>> hands down your nude body, the bald slave begins investigating your body, moving you over to the built in heavy duty restraints surrounded by the various pipes and tubes. Carefully, <<if $sexualPreference !=2>>she<<else>>he<</if>> straps you into the cuffs, the course material feeling slightly rough against your wrists, making you not want to move around too much. Repeating the process with your ankles, you now find yourself with restraints around each limb, hooking you up to thick links attached to the wall. Next, <<if $sexualPreference !=2>>she<<else>>he<</if>> begins to rearrange the various tubes so that they are properly facing you<<if $breastSize >0>>, your <<checkBreast>> breasts getting a large pipe each so that they’ll become little piss waterfalls<</if>>. Checking briefly to make sure your bindings are not pinching, Slave-6 next turns their focus to your <<checkLips>> lips, slotting a thick ring gag between them, effectively silencing you, before slotting another tube snuggly through it, the thick plastic landing squarely upon your tongue.
Retrieving something over from Anthony, Slave-6 shows you a thick blindfold. Speaking softly, <<if $sexualPreference !=2>>she<<else>>he<</if>> says with a dreamy submissive smile, <<if $sexualPreference !=2>><span class="female">"Master says it’s time for your golden baptism to begin"</span><<else>><span class="male">"Master says it’s time for your golden baptism to begin"</span><</if>>, before tying it around your head, and subsequently plunging you into darkness. You take as deep a breath as you can around the tube in your mouth, not having much luck, but it does help steady your nerves a little.
After that, things pass in more of a blur. Unable to see, you find that it’s hard to figure out what is happening, your senses disoriented. The first thing you notice is cold liquid striking against your chest, running down your <<checkNipple>> nipples<<if $breastSize >0>> and your <<checkBreast>> bosom<</if>>, eventually flowing down your thighs all the way until it pools at your feet. Next comes a flood of warm liquid, likely piss from the horrid taste, into your mouth, the disgusting flavour clinging to your tongue long after you gulp down the foul fluid and it rests warmly within your stomach. After that, it continues on and off, sometimes warm, sometimes cold, deluge after deluge of piss flowing over you and occasionally into your mouth. Your <<checkHair>> $hairColour $hairStyle hair hangs damply around your head, soaked through with urine, and worse of all, the distinct smell of piss clings to you all the while, the scent rather nauseating even long after you’ve started.
Light stings your eyes as your blindfold is removed, though you’re glad it was there, not wanting to think of how uncomfortable getting pee in your eye could be. Blinking to accustom your eyes, you realize that Slave-6 is doing their best to help you out of your bindings, the video seemingly at an end. Spotting an image of yourself on the screen facing you, you get your first look at just how dishevelled you look, piss still slowly dripping off you, some of the urine having even congealed a little on you, leaving disgusting yellow tinges here and there. Your hair though is the worst of all, hanging damp and unkempt, slick with the combined piss of many people. Weirdly though, deep down, when you see yourself this way, degraded beyond measure, piss slowly disappearing down a grate to the side, you’re actually extremely aroused. For some reason, it all just feels right, natural even.
Wandering over to help unchain you, Anthony says merrily, <span class="male">"You did great! Just take deep breaths, try and block out the smell if you can, and I’ll get you something to deal with the taste. The customers will surely enjoy seeing your introductory video, and I’d almost guarantee it’ll bring in a nice clientele list looking to spend time with you. Now, I know we didn’t have much time today, otherwise I’d have made sure to have Slave-6 give you an orgasm during all that, but I hope you still enjoyed your session despite … everything. I’ve already put your payment through the system, so you should be notified any moment, however, you’ve been through quite a lot just now, so I need to get some normal fluids in you and have you sit down first before you’re really ready to go"</span>, carefully taking out the ring gag so you can respond as he goes, along with checking over wrists and ankles to make sure that they’re okay.
Collapsing back against the wall behind you in exhaustion, hanging loosely in your remaining restraints, you mumble, <span class="player">"Thank you …"</span>, letting out a long yawn as you do, you stomach gurgling unhappily at what it’s just been put through.
Once you’re fully unbound, even with you being covered in many people worth of urine, Anthony sweeps you up into his arms, whisking you over to the kneeling pads from earlier. Lying you down to rest, the brothel master soon returns with a bottle of juice and a large towel, wrapping you up in the fluffy material before making sure that you replenish your fluids with something that tastes nice. While waiting, having the handsome dominant whisper repeatedly to you how good a job you did, a nearby wall terminal chimes in the familiar monotone you’ve come to expect of Alice, <span class="neutral">"Trainee $firstName has been awarded an 1000 G.G.P tip for excellent services rendered for their client"</span>.<<if ($diaperWettingPlay && $diaperSkill >0) || ($incontinenceTreatment && $waterSportsPlay)>><br><br>It’s only now everything has settled that you finally realize just how much pressure you’re feeling in your stomach and bladder, the weight of all the urine you’ve drank over your shift taking its toll.<<if $diaperWettingPlay && $diaperSkill >0>><<set $diaperWetCountDown -= 5>> Given the issues caused by your diaper training, you feel that you’ll likely be wetting yourself very soon.<</if>><<if $incontinenceTreatment && $waterSportsPlay>><<set $incontinenceCountDown -= 5>> Taking into account the situation with your incontinence chip, you get the impression that all of that freshly consumed urine is going to be flowing out of you very soon.<</if>><</if>>
Noticing that it’s almost time for you to leave, Anthony rouses you back awake from your short rest, smiling at you and helping you to your feet, Slave-6 it seems having slipped out while you dozed off. Ushered back in silence towards the changing room, you clean up, glad to finally get the disgusting fluid washed off of you<<if $currentClothing !="Naked" || $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>, and put back on your clothing<</if>>. Waiting outside, Anthony gives you a friendly wink after checking that there aren’t any customers around, before giving you your leave. Travelling out through the large stone atrium, you finally make it back into the main sexual services atrium, feeling like you’d been in the appropriately titled, <span class="neutral">"Sin"</span>, brothel complex for much longer than you actually had.
Thinking over your opinion of what just happened as you travel back to your room, you decide it was:
[[A lot of fun|followDestination('Travel Back')][if($submission <= 90){$submission += 10;}else{$submission = 100;};]]
[[Something you had to do|followDestination('Travel Back')]]
[[Horrible, you don't ever want to be in that situation again|followDestination('Travel Back')][if($submission >= -95){$submission -= 5;}else{$submission = -100;};]]Upon seeing you exit, Anthony gives you another quick nod before turning to continue, once more obviously intending for you to silently follow him. Walking down the cold stone corridors, you soon arrive at what you assume is your first destination, a thick wooden door with a small black barred window opening to an extremely daunting room. Thick shackles and chains line the walls, whilst devices that look like they could exist in a medieval dungeon take up the main stay of the room, mainly stretching racks and a couple of spinning wooden wheels that are partially submerged in troughs of water. Though, you also spot a few things that look even more menacing, thick canes, tiny cramped hanging cages, and even a brazier filled with crackling coals.
Looking upon your expression of concern, your guide lowers his voice, making sure that nobody is around first, he speaks in a soft tone, <span class="male">"Deep breaths. Try not to panic. It’s mostly for show, though we have had a few brandings done here in our time, at least under my management it’s all intended to be enjoyable for both parties. I’m not going to let you come to any harm, the clients are closely observed in play by both us and the facility AI, and we take our slaves safety extremely serious. Now, with that out of the way, this is the dungeon. It’s made to replicate a real life historical dungeon, though I’m honestly not sure which one. If you’re spending time in here it’s likely to be pain play mostly, lots of whipping, caning and uncomfortable bondage. Many of our slaves consider it less humiliating than most of our other major scenario rooms, but it’s very geared towards pain, so make sure that’s something you’re okay with before spending too much time in here. I don’t think we need to spend too long around here today, so we’ll get back onto the tour after you’ve had a moment to get back into character"</span>.
True to his word, Anthony waits for a minute or so before picking back up his tour, keeping an eye out the entire time to make sure you’re not seen acting out of role by any guests. Back to following the man with your gaze lowered, it doesn’t take long for you to reach the next spot on your tour, a two-story tall grimy concrete walled and floored warehouse. The place is dusty, and pools of oil and other stains mar the floor. But, the central point of focus, right in the middle of the floor under the flickering main light, is a heavily stained mouldering double mattress. Beside it, you see a couple of tool boxes, filled with sex toys, and with a closer look you can also make out anchor points for chains and restraints near it, but it’s plainly obvious that the mattress is the main attraction when it comes to the warehouse room.
Giving you a nod, but maintaining his dominant tone, the brothel master explains, <span class="male">"This is the warehouse sweetling. If you’re here, then that means that we have guests looking for a hardcore fuck-toy. You may be restrained, you may be blindfolded, you may be gagged. However, most of all you’re likely to be used roughly and without regard for your pleasure or happiness, little more than a masturbatory device for the long line of clients who wish to mercilessly make usage of your holes. There will also be those who wish to humiliate and degrade you, along with a spattering of those who are more interested in inflicting pain, but mostly you can expect to be ravaged relentlessly until you’re sore and worn from their animalistic rutting. You have been warned, now come along"</span>.
Proceeding onward, you’re soon brought to a heavy-duty cell block, built to resemble what you might expect in a high security prison. On the upside it looks clean, but that’s about all you can say about it, cramped cells with uncomfortable looking cots and shining steel lidless toilets as their only contents. Outside of them, strategically placed ‘punishment stations’ exist, loaded up with large amounts of painful looking devices along with restraints and other toys. Finally, completing the aesthetic, you see a set of small doors listed ominously as, <span class="neutral">"Solitary Confinement"</span> stacked up so the tiny cells are stacked three high on top of each other. There’s even a few grated bars on the floor which, to your shock, you realize are additional cells, extremely cramped and with the added humiliation and terror that people would be walking just above you.
<span class="male">"This, sweetling, is our prison floor"</span>, starts Anthony, still in his Master demeanour. <span class="male">"This is one of our oldest sections and is still highly in demand. Some master’s consider it a valuable instrument in training their own slaves, whilst others find the idea of experiencing being an overbearing prison warden to be exhilarating. Mainly, I find that the clients who make use of this section are more prone to humiliation-based interests, though there’s always a bit of pain and bondage thrown in. I’d advise you to watch your behaviour, otherwise you may receive a correctional visit to one of the cells down here. They are disorienting, dark, cramped, and utterly terrifying according to some of the other slaves who’ve spent extended periods in them. You have been warned"</span>.
After the prison floor, the tour continues, covering a vast array of different scenario-based rooms. To your wonderment and surprise, you find that the brothel complex run by Anthony seems to have thought of an amazing number of options for their guests, along with a whole bunch of more standard BDSM suites for them to use. The alien spacecraft section, and the monster den are even a little amusing to look at, utterly testing your ability to stay in your slave role to its limits as you struggle not to laugh at the ‘probing tables’, tentacle monster robots, and even an oversized ‘minotaur’ fist glove which Anthony explains to you in a deadpan voice is for extreme fisting blindfolded slaves.
Eventually though, your guide turns to you, seemingly [[ready to move onto the next stage of your first shift|Degradationist Brothel Normal First Time End][$ggp += 800]]. Upon seeing you exit, Anthony gives you another quick nod before turning to continue, once more obviously intending for you to silently follow him. Walking down a cold sterile looking corridor, you soon arrive at what you assume is your first destination, a relatively plain looking modern door, the only real thing that stands out about it is the presence of the familiar male and female toilet symbols emblazoned upon a plaque above it. Within, you see that the room is a well-appointed bathroom, the sort you might expect in an upscale bathroom. Porcelain sinks with polished golden taps, beautiful intricate tile-work, even a bathroom attendant standing by with a towel. Overall, it looks relatively normal, however, it doesn’t take long for you to realize that the stalls seem to be off, much too wide for what you’d normally expect. The doors going completely to the floor with walls above and around them, fully separating each of them, your curiosity is piqued.
Looking upon your expression of interest, your guide walks over to one that is unoccupied, pushing it open to give you a view of what’s inside. Not entirely to your shock, knowing what you signed up for, you can immediately tell what is different within. A large porcelain urinal-like construction, complete with a basin that indents into the floor, you quickly spot the heavy-duty restraints that are built into it, used to bind the toilet slave into a kneeling position within. Additionally, you note that there’s a hinged seat attached to the strange urinal, allowing the user to sit above their bound submissive. A rack to one side, contains a number of toys, the majority of which seem to be gags, albeit gags with large openings in their center, the uses for which you can easily guess.
Taking a moment to look around, trying to determine that no guests are listening in, Anthony speaks in a soft tone, <span class="male">"It might be a lot to take in, but I’m not going to let you come to any harm, the clients are closely observed in play by both us and the facility AI, and we take our slaves safety extremely serious. This is the private urinal stalls, they’re not too uncomfortable from what I hear, we even keep something a bit like a bathmat that we put down for you to kneel on if you’ll be in one of these for any real length of time. Mostly the sort of clients who request usage of a slave for here are looking for someone to degrade by urinating on them, some also like to see their slave drink their urine too, but it varies slightly. Though, some just have us set up a slave to use this way whenever they’re planning a visit to our facility, just in case. I guess that they’re just used to having a toilet slave attend them, so consider a standard affair. This position is likely less embarrassing than some of the others as it’s more private, and this place is clean other than the obvious, but you can be waiting around a while in-between usage depending on the circumstances, which can get a tad boring. I don’t think there’s much else to say really, so we’ll get back onto the tour in a moment"</span>.
True to his word, Anthony waits for a minute or so before picking back up his tour, keeping an eye out the entire time to make sure you’re not seen acting out of role by any guests. Back to following the man with your gaze lowered, it doesn’t take long for you to reach the next spot on your tour, the corridor becoming more industrial. Passing through a large metal door, you’re brought to the next stop in your journey, this time much less elegant than the last. The place is dusty, and pools of oil and other stains mar the floor in this faux boiler room. But, the central point of focus, right in the middle of the back wall, under the dazzlingly bright main spotlight, is a restraining station around which hang a multitude of pipes and tubing, most of which are clear. Finally, in the center of the room is a large camera, a screen mounted to the top of it, though you can’t be sure of the monitors purpose, you have a feeling it might be to reflect the humiliating situation back at the bound piss slave.
Giving you a nod, but maintaining his dominant tone, the brothel master explains, <span class="male">"This is the pipe room sweetling. If you’re here, then that means that we have guests looking to spectate some hard-core watersports play. You’ll be restrained in the obvious spot with all the pipes, on top of which you may be blindfolded, gagged, clamped and vibed. The tubing and pipes are connected to various tanks and systems, containing a variety of collected urine, cold water, and some even connect directly to active toilets. The client will be able to activate the many systems from their remote vantage point, subjecting the bound piss-toy to possibly hours of golden showers and worse. I believe we also have a douching and an enema attachment for some of the tubing, so understand me when I say that this position is an extremely embarrassing and uncomfortable one, despite to modicum of privacy it seems to have. Further, you’ll be recorded the entire time, the client deciding whether to broadcast the footage to a wider audience, so whether your humiliation will truly be a private matter is debatable. You have been warned, now come along"</span>.
Proceeding onward, you’re soon brought to an exit, leading out into the main fetish atrium for the facility, the bustling sounds of crowds of guests going about their business catching your attention way before you see it. Keeping close to Anthony, you walk a little way out into a cordoned off section of the large hub area, a significant queue of guests waiting behind a barrier with a number of guards overseeing them. Getting a better look at the situation, you spot a sign for, <span class="neutral">"Public Urinals"</span>, seeing a set of low walls built with restraining urinals much like what you visited earlier, though these look a lot less elegant in their design. From how quickly the clients are moving through the area, you get the impression that
<span class="male">"This, sweetling, is our more public enterprise"</span>, starts Anthony, still in his Master demeanour. <span class="male">"Here, masses of guests will make usage of you as a quick and cheap toilet alternative. Most of them are happy to pay a little extra to degrade a slave whilst fulfilling their needs, though I think that a fair amount of them just find it a more convenient public toilet than those provided by the facility. Funnily enough, we don’t make much revenue from the guests using our public urinal slaves, but instead make it from VIP guests who want to request a slave be put in this position. We also sell the public viewing feed of all our piss-slaves in the public urinals, both to the facility and to a number of television channels, further increasing the humiliation of being assigned here. It’s for the most part like working the other urinal position, but you’ll be dealing with more customers, and with those customers more openly. On the bright side it should be less boring at least, though you may want to get used to consuming vast quantities of liquids beforehand, so you can better cope with the discomfort it causes. You have been warned"</span>.
After the public urinals, the tour continues back inside, covering a vast array of different scenario-based rooms. To your wonderment and surprise, you find that the brothel complex run by Anthony seems to have thought of an amazing number of options for their guests, along with a whole bunch of more standard BDSM suites for them to use in which watersports is also request able. Between the carnival dunk tank filled with piss, the ominous looking deep concrete pit where large quantities of urine can be deposited to create an odd pee-based swimming pool, and even a gameshow room with a shower-like tank prominently displayed in the center, you get the impression that they have thought of pretty much every watersports scenario a client could ask for.
Eventually though, your guide turns to you, seemingly [[ready to move onto the next stage of your first shift|Degradationist Brothel Watersports First Time End][$ggp += 1000]].Practically purring in her aroused joy, the sexy blonde takes you by the hand, without saying a word leading you over to her bed. Pushing you down on the top of her pink covers with a sultry wink, you watch enraptured for what Tilly’s next move is. One hand moving behind her as begins unzipping her glittery pink dress, you soon get your answer, the sexy blonde wriggling out of it in a slow and sensuous manner, doing a little strip tease just for you. The dress finally pooled around her feet, now completely undressed, she pulls back, looking down at you in a wanton manner, need evident in her lust clouded eyes.
Turning around to show off her pert ass, looking at you over her shoulder, Tilly giggles playfully, <span class="bimbo">"I think, since I picked out such an awesome date, like, it’s time for you to repay the favour"</span>, sticking her tongue out at you after announcing her decision. <span class="bimbo">"Plus, like, I bet if I leave you needy then you’ll have to come back to me for more. That way we can have super loads of fun together"</span>, she adds happily, as if she’s just figured out a complex puzzle.
Going along with the flow, you let Tilly clamber atop you, at which point she begins<<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>hurridly removing your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear, practically ripping them off in her excitement<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>hurridly removing your $currentClothing, practically ripping them off in her excitement<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>hurridly removing your $currentUnderwear, practically ripping them off in her excitement<<else>>running her hands up and down your nude form, gleefully cheering that you came prepared<</if>>. <<if $currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">> Noticing your $currentUnderwear, Tilly giggles playfully, incredibly amused by the existence of your diaper. Whispering in your ear, she tells you, <span class="bimbo">"That’s super adorable! It gives me all sorts of ideas for what I could do to my little cutie. But, not today. Today is all about me, so remember to behave like a good little <<if $pronoun == 1>>girl<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>boy<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>baby<<elseif $femininity >= 0>>girl<<elseif>>boy<</if>> for mommy"</span>.<</if>>
Now both nude, Tilly leans down momentarily for a kiss, the energetic collision of which is enough to send your teeth rattling. Tongues intertwining, leaving you breathless, Tilly’s fingers entwined in your hair possessively, the hot blonde is certainly taking control, the kiss striking you as like a declaration of ownership. Gasping for air as she pulls away, she doesn’t give you much time to gather yourself, instead with some dexterous finesse quickly crawling up you until her dripping wet cunt is settled right above your face, droplets of her feminine dew lightly cascading across the corners of your lips.
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Giggling down at you, Tilly’s plump bottom descends upon your face, her soaked lower lips running a wet trail from your forehead and all the way down to your <<checkLips>> lips as she gets properly in position, pulled up into a kneeling position. Warm pussy covering most of your face, her scent filling all your senses, letting you perceive little else other than the underside of Tilly’s heaving bosom in the position she has you trapped in. You all of a sudden feel movement above you, followed shortly by a rush of sensation against your <<if $penis>><<checkPenis>> fuck stick<<else>>pulsing vagina<</if>>, as Tilly plays with it teasingly, part of your mind wondering if she’ll actually let you orgasm from her ministrations despite her earlier statements to the contrary.
Eyes rolling in your head from the pleasant sensations of her fingers gliding over your crotch, your vision eventually rests on the small tattoo of a love heart, coloured a bright pink, that rests upon her hairless vaginal mound, her name Tilly in the middle of it, slightly indented. You think her name might be tattooed on, but there is something else that's happened there too, though of course, now might not be a good time to pursue that line of questioning. Moaning with joy, your equally shocked as out of nowhere she stops, your moans turning into muffled sobs of needy disappointment.
Somewhere above, blocked by the aromatic pussy hovering over your face, you hear a muffled giggle of mischievous excitement, <span class="bimbo">"Now I’ve got you all excited, you’ll have to work super hard if you want to deal with that. It’s super fun playing with your lovely <<if $penis>>cock<<else>>lady hole<</if>>, especially that sound you made when I, like, stopped. But, like, you know, for now you should be doing something for me"</span>.
Not even giving you a chance to figure out what to do, Tilly makes the decision herself, lowering her weight fully onto your awaiting visage. Rubbing back and forth, using your helpful nose to press against her girly-bud, she grinds away. From the sound of it, or what you can hear over the sloshing sound of her wet cunt squelching against your head, Tilly seems to be having a great time, moans and giggles loud enough that you’re sure someone will come complaining over them, loudly playing out, making a lewd orchestra when combined with her energetic masturbation.
Not wanting to be just a toy for her to masturbate with, thinking that laying there uncooperatively is unlikely to lead to her letting you cum too, you with some struggle stick out your tongue, working it up into her hot pink tunnel. Her slightly musky taste now heavy on your taste buds, her inner pussy even wetter than on the outside, you swallow down her viscous natural lubricant, worried that you might drown on it otherwise, smothered by her mons as you are. Exploring her love tunnel with a fervour, her internal muscles massaging your tongue in return, her movements above you slow down slightly, Tilly obviously content to let you get to work on her lady parts now that you’re being a more active partner.
Shuddering, in what you can only guess is an orgasm, her pussy clamps down on your invading tongue, grasping it like a vice. Her fem cum raining down into your mouth, the hot action makes your <<if $penis>>needy cock<<else>>needy vagina<</if>> grow heated with need, sympathetically trying to join in with her fun. Gasping with desperation, you only hear giggling in response, Tilly’s hands reaching down to stroke your face lovingly instead of moving back to do anything to help deal with your issues.
Dreamily, she slumps her way down until she’s lying beside you, lightly kissing your neck and cheek. <span class="bimbo">"Awesome! You’re so … great .."</span>, she whispers, before falling into a light nap snuggled up against you on top of her pink duvet, snuggling up to you with a look of blissful contentment. Laying like that, with wide eyes unnoticed by the now dozing girl, you squirm helplessly, unfulfilled but unable to do anything without stirring her. As such, you both rest up from your activities, albeit yourself doing so much more restlessly.
Realising that you need to leave soon, you groggily pull yourself up. Taking a moment to get yourself together, you [[prepare yourself to leave|Date Tilly End]]Practically purring in her aroused joy, the sexy blonde takes you by the hand, without saying a word leading you over to her bed. Pushing you down on the top of her pink covers with a sultry wink, you watch enraptured for what Tilly’s next move is. One hand moving behind her as begins unzipping her glittery pink dress, you soon get your answer, the sexy blonde wriggling out of it in a slow and sensuous manner, doing a little strip tease just for you. The dress finally pooled around her feet, now completely undressed, she pulls back, looking down at you in a wanton manner, need evident in her lust clouded eyes.
Turning around to show off her pert ass, looking at you over her shoulder, Tilly giggles playfully, <span class="bimbo">"I think, since you’ve been such an awesome date, like, it’s time for me to do something nice for you in return"</span>, blowing you a kiss after announcing her decision. <span class="bimbo">"Plus, like, I totally want to see the faces you pull when I rock your world. I bet they’re super funny!"</span>, she adds happily, sticking her tongue out playfully.
Going along with the flow, you let Tilly clamber atop you, at which point she begins<<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>hurriedly removing your $currentClothing, practically ripping them off in her excitement<<else>>running her hands up and down your unclothed form, gleefully cheering that you came prepared<</if>>. That’s when her hand lands on your $currentUnderwear, causing Tilly to let out a gleeful giggle, obviously amused by the existence of your diaper. Leaning forward to whispering in your ear, she tells you, <span class="bimbo">"That’s super adorable! You look so cute in your little diaper. But, now I don’t know what to do. Here I was, thinking of giving you the time of your life, but in truth you’re just little diapered<<if $pronoun == 1>>girl<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>boy<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>baby<<elseif $femininity >= 0>>girl<<elseif>>boy<</if>>. Guess that means we’re going to have to play things, like, a little differently. Don’t worry, Mommy Tilly will take care of her <<if $diaperMessCounter >0 || $diaperWetCounter >0>>stinky<<else>>adorable<</if>> little date properly"</span>, her eyes gleaming mischievously.
Now both nude, except for your diaper, embarrassed heat running across your cheeks, Tilly leans down momentarily for a light kiss, your lips brushing against one another surprisingly chastely. Wondering what she has in store for your after her discovery of your diaper and her comments surrounding it, she doesn’t leave you much time to ponder, instead with some dexterous finesse quickly crawling up you until her dripping wet cunt is settled right above your face, droplets of her feminine dew lightly cascading across the corners of your lips.
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Giggling down at you, Tilly’s plump bottom descends upon your face, her soaked lower lips running a wet trail from your forehead and all the way down to your <<checkLips>> lips as she gets properly in position, pulled up into a kneeling position. Warm pussy covering most of your face, her scent filling all your senses, letting you perceive little else other than the underside of Tilly’s heaving bosom in the position she has you trapped in. You all of a sudden feel movement above you, followed shortly a pressure on the outside of your diaper as Tilly begins patting it, your <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> fuck stick and pulsing vagina<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> fuck stick<<else>>pulsing vagina<</if>> colliding against the cushiony interior as a result. Part of your mind wonders what she’s doing, but, as she begins actually rubbing it, you can’t help but let out short happy mewls of pleasure.
Somewhere above, blocked by the aromatic pussy hovering over your face, you hear a muffled giggle of mischievous excitement, <span class="bimbo">"Ooo, your diaper is like, totally fun to play with. It makes the cutest <<if $diaperMessCounter >0 || $diaperWetCounter >0>>squelching<<else>>crinkling<</if>> sounds when I poke it, I bet your <<if $penis>>cock<<else>>lady hole<</if>> feels super great inside there. <<if $diaperMessCounter >0 || $diaperWetCounter >0>>But, like, you’re totally smelly down there, I can even smell if from here. Such a gross little baby. Like, I still think you’re cute though, and it’s pretty funny, so you’re okay<<else>>Well, it’s clean at least, so I guess you’re well-behaved for me. Maybe I can still make you feel good, at least a little<</if>>"</span>.
Eyes rolling in your head from the pleasant sensations of her fingers rubbing exploringly over your <<if $diaperMessCounter >0 || $diaperWetCounter >0>>dirty <</if>>diaper, your vision eventually rests on the small tattoo of a love heart, coloured a bright pink, that rests upon her hairless vaginal mound, her name Tilly in the middle of it, slightly indented. You think her name might be tattooed on, but there is something else that's happened there too, though of course, now might not be a good time to pursue that line of questioning.
Her thigh pulling away briefly lets you get a breath of fresh air, but the removal is only momentary, as before you know it, Tilly has turned herself around so that she’s facing your diaper, her pussy still firmly resting across your face. Moaning with joy, quickly approaching a powerful orgasm, you’re shocked when out of nowhere she stops, your moans turning into muffled sobs of needy disappointment. However, after giving you a moment to cool off, she starts rubbing again, your teased <<if $penis && $vagina>>cock and pussy<<elseif $penis>>cock<<else>>pussy<</if>> aching with need.
For the next quarter of an hour or so this continues, her ever more soaked cunt still pressed against your face as she takes her time playing with your diaper until you’re just about to cum, before leaving it alone for you to cool back down, repeating the cycle again and again. It’s horrid being brought to the edge without release, and you’re not sure what to do, Tilly obviously in control of the situation, her vagina blocking any escape. Frantic from all the harsh teasing, that’s when you finally get an idea.
Wanting her to stop her teasing and let you cum, you figure the best you can do is to start pleasing her. After all, maybe if you’re a good <<if $pronoun == 1>>girl<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>boy<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>baby<<elseif $femininity >= 0>>girl<<elseif>>boy<</if>> and give her a nice orgasm, she’ll return the favour. So, with some difficulty, you stick out your tongue, working it up into her slick feminine folds. Her slightly musky taste now heavy on your taste buds, you lap against her delicate bud, simultaneously having to swallow down her viscous natural lubricant, slightly worried that you might drown on it otherwise, smothered by her mons as you are. Exploring her pink pussy with your tongue, Tilly lets out a surprised squeal of enjoyment, returning to play with your diaper as she does, probably out of happiness for your actions you guess as you pick up the pace, suckling her clit too.
Shuddering, in what you can only guess is an orgasm, her fem cum raining down into your mouth, Tilly lets out an ear-splitting shriek of pleasure, her whole body spasming atop of you. The hot action makes your <<if $penis && $vagina>>needy cock and vagina<<elseif $penis>>needy cock<<else>>needy vagina<</if>> grow heated with arousal, sympathetically trying to join in with her fun, on the edge of cumming too from her attention. Gasping with desperation, you await the last diaper rubs you’ll need to finally push you over the edge.
Sadly, you only hear giggling in response, Tilly’s giving your diaper two last heavy pats before dismounting you. Her hands reaching down to stroke your face lovingly instead of moving back to do anything to help deal with your issues.
Dreamily, she slumps her way down until she’s lying beside you, lightly kissing your neck and cheek. <span class="bimbo">"You’re the best adult baby ever … so much fun to play with … so cute …"</span>, she whispers, before falling into a light nap snuggled up against you on top of her pink duvet, snuggling up to you with a look of blissful contentment. Laying like that, with wide eyes unnoticed by the now dozing girl, you squirm helplessly, unfulfilled but unable to do anything without stirring her, happy at least that she seemed accepting of your diapered state, even if she teased you mercilessly as a result. As such, you both rest up from your activities, albeit yourself doing so much more restlessly.
Realising that you need to leave soon, you groggily pull yourself up. Taking a moment to get yourself together, you [[prepare yourself to leave|Date Tilly End]]As you’re walking towards your intended destination, minding your own business, your attention is caught by a harsh voice shouting something that you can’t really make out. Turning to check the situation, unsure of the cause of the noise, you shiver nervously at what you see.
Calling to you, her tone both mocking and menacing, you hear the evil babysitter Aunt Agnes shout, <span class="female">"… yeah, you. I thought I recognized you. You’re one of those annoying twerps that my precious little Malus made friends with. In my mind, that means that you’re fair game to mess with. I’m bored, and you look like you could be fun to torment for a bit, so stay where you are a moment"</span>, the huge woman striding towards you the entire time.
Gulping at her words, confident that they don’t bode well for you, you stand there for a moment in shock, looking over the Amazonian figure of Aunt Agnes. Standing at almost 7-foot-tall, the redheaded woman is dressed in her usual red ruffled blouse and a billowing black long skirt, giving her a misleadingly cute and casual appearance at first look. Her hair, tied in a tight bun, however, cuts a much more imposing figure, even if she only looks to be in her early 20’s at a glance.
<<if !$nonConPlay && $sexualPreference != 2>>Eyes wide with worry, you wonder whether [[it may be best just to let her have her way|Travel To Aunt Agnes Breast Feed Main]], unsure what the consequences of running might be. After the way you’ve seen her treat Malus, you get the feeling that staying isn’t going to end well for you, but similarly you can’t help but think that annoying her could end up worse for you. Either way, you’re obviously going to have to make a move soon.<<elseif $nonConPlay && $sexualPreference !=2>>Eyes wide with worry, you know there’s not really a choice in the matter, the hulking Amazonian babysitter striding towards you at a pace you’re pretty sure you couldn’t outrun. Gulping as you catch the manic gleam in her striking green eyes, the tinge of amusement you spot cross her visage both combining together to make it completely clear that whatever is going to happen, she’s going to enjoy it immensely.
<<include [[Travel To Aunt Agnes Breast Feed Main]]>><<else>>Eyes wide with worry, absolutely sure that you want nothing to do with her you formulate your plan. Deciding that running is the best option, you turn and flee, making sure to head into as many crowds as you can, suspecting that you’ll be harder to spot, and that the huge woman may find it difficult to push her way through such tight spaces. Thankfully, your plan seems successful, Aunt Agnes getting tired of the chase remarkably quickly, leaving you to carry on with your journey.<</if>>
<<include [[Travel To End]]>><<set $timesMasturbated += 1>><<if $submission <= 97>><<set $submission += 3>><<else>><<set $submission = 100>><</if>><<if $underwear.indexOf("Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper") == -1 && ($currentUnderwear != "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper")>><<addToUnderwear "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper">><</if>>Reaching you with haste, the cruel carer laughs with menacing glee, <span class="female">"I can’t believe you didn’t run, it’s almost sweet. Don’t think I’ll go easier on you though, Malus has been a real brat today and I’ve been in need of a dopey little baby-brain to blow off some steam punishing. Like, I’d prefer to torment that stinky diaper-butt, but the nursery has him booked for a dumb television spot without me, so I guess I have to settle for playing with you"</span>, her hand clamping down on your shoulder to prevent any hope of your escape as soon as she gets close enough.
<<if $submission >= 0>>Nervously looking left and right for someone to help you, you see no one willing to do so, though the look of sympathy from a passing businessman does make you feel a little better. Not sure what else to say, you just meekly respond, <span class="player">"Yes Aunt Agnes, we can play together if you’d like, but please don’t be too mean"</span>, peering up at her for any hint of mercy she might have.<<else>>Annoyed by her rudeness, you glance around, looking for aid from passers-by to no avail. Sighing in exasperation, wondering if maybe you can talk her out of this, you respond sulkily, <span class="player">"Can’t you just let me go Aunt Agnes? I bet there is someone way more fun to push around than me"</span>, your words accompanied with a bratty stomp in your frustration.<</if>>
Breaking out into another round of raucous laughter, the Amazonian babysitter tightens her grip on you, guiding you off to one side in the direction of a nearby bench. <span class="female">"Cute. Maybe I could let you go. But, then everyone would say that I was going soft on your twerps, and you wouldn’t want that would you? Nah, I think someone is going to get themselves a fun little play session. However, first I need to check that you’re properly diapered"</span>.
Her free hand reaching to give you a good pat down, Aunt Agnes gropes at your <<checkAss>> bottom, trying to figure out if everything is in order. <<if $currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">>Thankfully, she can feel the padding of your $currentUnderwear, and seems mollified, instead finishing the short journey to the bench, pulling you onto her gargantuan lap in a fluid motion with ease<<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>. Taking a moment, seeing you so fully clothed, she seems make her mind up, removing your $currentClothing with some slight care, your recently stripped apparel left in a small heap beside her.<</if>><<else>>Sadly, with a hint of glee she can’t feel the padding of a diaper, something that you feel will be changing imminently.
Still heading towards the bench, she<<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>starts to remove your $currentClothing, discarding them as she goes and leaving you naked<<else>>pokes and prods your clothes less form, amusing herself with your flinches and tiny whimpers<</if>>. Descending up you further, you soon find the large yet feminine hands of the girl upon you as she <<if $currentUnderwear == "Naked">>gives your nude bum a harsh squeeze<<else>>removes your $currentUnderwear, tossing them unceremoniously to the floor<</if>>. Happy that you’re completely accessible in your current state, she takes a seat, pulling you across her lap in a fluid motion and with ease. <<set $currentUnderwear = "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper">>Fully nude and in the grasp of the giant woman, it doesn’t take much effort for her to wrestle you into a plain reusable diaper, taping you into it with one hand as she holds your squirming form down with the other. Her job done in a flash, she sits you up in her lap, ready to deal with what comes next.<</if>>
Seated in the imperious woman’s lap, you aren’t left long to ponder your fate, as soon her hands begin roaming across your nude form exploratorily, though she’s much too rough for it to be too stimulating. In particular, she seems to be amused by your <<checkNipple>> nipples, giving them a painful twist, your surprised reaction to which seems to fill her with mirth. Uncomfortable but unable to do much else other than wait until she tires of you, you sulk, embarrassed at being treated so harshly in a public setting.
That’s when it happens. Maybe because of the prodding and poking, maybe because of your distress, either way, you can do little to cover for the unhappy gurgling of your stomach. You hope that she’ll just pass over it, ignoring it in her teasing, but from the way that she completely stops her other actions you get the impression that she’s found exactly what she’s going to torment you over.
<span class="female">"Is the little baby hungry?"</span>, she cackles derisively, winding you as she pets your belly with way too much force. <span class="female">"Well, I guess I’d be an awful babysitter if I didn’t take care of that, wouldn’t I? Guess you got luck today you needy little twerp. Now you get something nice from me instead"</span>, her hands deftly unfastening the buttons of her blouse, freeing her sizable breasts from within, their bulk almost colliding with your face as they spring out towards you. Slightly shockingly, from their proximity you can clearly see that her nipples, already erect and puffy, are leaking beads of milk from the end, which from the way she’s acting you guess are soon going to be going down your throat.
Taking hold of the back of your head with one hand, she guides her left thick milky bud you’re your mouth, <<if $submission >=0>>though she probably didn’t need to put in all that effort given how passively you’re acting to her guidance<<else>>her immense strength halting your attempts to twist your head out of the way<</if>>. Keeping one hand firmly affixed to the back of your skull, you have little choice, trapped as you are. Even without any effort on your part, her breast seems to sense your presence, depositing a creamy load of her milk upon your tongue, at which point you have even less of a choice, swallowing the liquid down in heavy gulps to avoid choking on it as the flow of milk rapidly increases. It’s actually pretty tasty, but being breast fed, nude but for a diaper, publicly by the mean Aunt Agnes is certainly putting a dampener on the situation, making it very hard to enjoy your forced meal.
Jumping with a start, almost thankful for her firm hold as you worry you might have fallen to the floor from the startled movement you made, you try and peer down around the bulbous breast that blocks your view to see what’s happening. Though it’s out of your vision, you know she’s doing something to you, pressure on the front of your diaper as she prods at it making your <<if $penis && $vagina>>cock and pussy<<elseif $penis>>cock<<else>>pussy<</if>> respond the painful but annoyingly arousing touch. Trying to take your mind off of whatever she’s trying, you instead start to suckle on her tasty nipple, the wonderful milk she’s lactating helping to distract you at least a little.
<span class="female">"Such a dweeb, you’re getting turned on from me touching you, aren’t you? I bet I can get you to make cummies in your stupid diapee. Oh, that sounds like a good laugh. Guess it really is your lucky day, then you’ll get to sit in your dirty cum-filled nappy for the rest of the day. It’ll be like a reminder of my little visit"</span>, laughs Aunt Agnes, redoubling her pokes to your diaper. Her pokes soon turning to frantic rubs instead, uncomfortably rough but still getting through to you, you moan around her teat, your face getting hot with a combination of embarrassment and aroused need. Squirming at her touch, sore pleasure coursing through your sluggish well-fed body, you tiredly await the inevitable, slumped against her large form in defeat.<<if $diaperSkill && ($diaperMessingPlay || $diaperWettingPlay)>><br><br>Loud gurgles coming from your stomach once more catch your attention, Aunt Agnes not stopping her intimate attention to you but still letting out a small acknowledging laugh. At first, you wonder if you’re just not full yet, but the way your stomach is sloshing from the heavy rubbing jostling it makes it clear that isn’t the case. The answer though, is quickly brought to your attention, as, to your horror, <<if $diaperMessingPlay && $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $diaperMessCounter += 1>><<set $diaperWetCounter += 1>>you realize that your body is trying to poop and pee at the same time, possibly as a result of the copious boob milk you’ve recently chugged down. The mess and pee flowing into your $currentUnderwear, you close your eyes in dismay, disgusted over what you’re doing as you’re being touch so sexually. The smell of piss and worse now clinging to you, you’re not sure if you’ll ever be able to live this moment down.<<elseif $diaperMessingPlay>><<set $diaperMessCounter += 1>>you realize that your body is trying to poop, possibly as a result of the copious boob milk you’ve recently chugged down. The mess flowing warmly and thickly into your $currentUnderwear, you close your eyes in dismay, disgusted over what you’re doing as you’re being touch so sexually. The smell of your waste now clinging to you, you’re not sure if you’ll ever be able to live this moment down.<<else>><<set $diaperWetCounter += 1>>you realize that your body is trying to pee, possibly as a result of the copious boob milk you’ve recently chugged down. The pee flowing into your $currentUnderwear, you close your eyes in dismay, disgusted over what you’re doing as you’re being touch so sexually. The smell of piss now clinging to you, you’re not sure if you’ll ever be able to live this moment down.<</if>>
<span class="female">"What a dirty little stinker you turned out to be"</span>, chuckles your tormentor, turning her nose up at the odour you’ve just produced, <span class="female">"You’re maybe even worse than Malus, it smells like something died in there, how do you even manage to be so gross?"</span>, her rubbing only growing more fast paced as she gets energized from mocking you.<</if>>
Delicious breast milk flowing down our throat, Aunt Agnes’s touch finally pushes you over the edge, the friction from her ministrations combined with the cushiony padding of your diaper managing to masturbate you in just the right way. It’s humiliating to be brought to orgasm in such a way, but there’s nothing you can do about it, your <<if $penis && $vagina>>dick and vagina<<elseif $penis>>dick<<else>>vagina<</if>> leaking a few furtive spurts of <<if $vagina && !$penis>>fem-cum<<else>>cum<</if>> into your diaper. Rubbing against her as your body shakes from the rush of sensation, you don’t really feel like you won by orgasming today, the embarrassing cost way too high.
Her nipple pulled out of your mouth with a wet plop, you fall into a heap on the floor as Aunt Agnes suddenly gets up, doing nothing to support you. Rubbing your aching behind with a sulk plastered across your face, the evil babysitter looks down at you with malevolent glee, faking a disinterested yawn, <span class="female">"You came really quickly. Suppose that makes you a dirty perve-y gross baby. In fact, I bet you were just waiting for me to give you some special attention. Well, now that I’ve fed you and looked after you, you should run along, you’re starting to stink up the place and the cleaning staff won’t be happy about that. Plus, I need to get back to Malus anyway. See you around"</span>.
Wandering off without giving you another thought, you watch the hulking red-head depart, all the while trying to pull yourself together. Left nude except for your <<if $vagina && !$penis>>fem-cum<<else>>cum<</if>> filled<<if $diaperSkill && ($diaperMessingPlay || $diaperWettingPlay)>> accident soiled<</if>> diaper and heaping load of embarrassment, you’re just not sure what to do. Gathering your things as quickly as you can, not wanting to deal with this public humiliation any longer, you run toward your original planned destination, sure that you’ll likely be late after this horrific delay.<<if !$nonConPlay>><br><br><<include [[Travel To End]]>><</if>>Calling her over to your table, you decide to spend more time with Villin. Chatting quietly with the bunny-girl as she keeps an eye out for customers who would want her attention, you soon find that you’re the one making most of the conversation with the quiet girl. For the most part, <<if $villinRelationship <25 && !$villinDating >>you make small talk between the two of you, mostly about the restaurant and its menu<<elseif $villinRelationship >=25 && $villinRelationship <50 && !$villinDating >>you make friendly small talk about the facility, Villin making sure to ask how you’ve been<<elseif $villinRelationship >=50 && !$villinDating>>you make friendly small talk about all sorts of matters, filled with in jokes between the two of you. Additionally, Villin makes sure to ask how you’ve been, her tone sincere in her desire to hear your problems and lend a shoulder to lean on<<else>>you make slightly awkward but enjoyable small talk, Villin obviously enjoying your time together but very shy now that you’re dating. Attentively asking about how you’re doing, she is incredibly sympathetic to your situation, her attention undivided and a look of adoration towards you constantly crossing her face as you speak<</if>>. For the most part, it's quite relaxing, just chatting with someone in between her handling her job.
Seeing an opening in the conversation as Villin comes back from dealing with some empty plates you think about what to do next.
Do you:
<<if $actionAmountCurrent >= $actionLimit>>You're too tired to hang out with Villin at the moment, maybe if some time passed you'd be ready to try again?<<else>>[[Hang out with Villin|Restaurant Alfonsi Hang Out With Villin][if($villinRelationship<=98){$villinRelationship += 2;}else{$villinRelationship = 100;}; $actionAmountCurrent += 1]]<</if>>
[[Ask Villin about herself|Villin Ask About Self]]
[[Ask Villin about what she wants in a partner|Villin Ask About What She Wants In A Partner]]
[[Ask Villin about what the treatment is|Villin Ask About The Treatment]]
[[Ask Villin about her collar|Villin Ask About Collar]]
[[Finish spending time with Villin|Restaurant Alfonsi]]Villin taking her break, the two of you sit together engaging in further small talk, all in all having a more dedicated hang out session. Chatting about various things, mostly to do with the facility, <<if $villinDating>>or about plans for dates between the two of you<<else>>or sometimes about the restaurant<</if>>. In particular she tells you a story about her work.
<<print either("Apparently they keep having issues with the facilities cat-girls. Despite Villin not belonging to the proper bunny-girl faction, the reason for which she mentions is that her ears and tail were a fashion choice rather than a career matter, the cat-girls don’t really seem to see the difference. Laughing, she adds that Mr Alfonsi has to keep a spray bottle of water around to chase them out every now and then, though she also suspects they’re trying to steal off with the food too","Apparently, whilst the government agents generally avoid the restaurant, keeping to their own establishments, Mr Alfonsi is good friends from years back with one of them who comes in regularly. She mentions that the guy is pretty handsome, if not a little intense, but he’s always friendly with her and used to sneak her candy when he visited. From the way she talks, it sounds like he stopped doing so for some reason, but she doesn’t go into why");>>. Overall though, it's a nice fun time with a friendly face, letting you get to know the jewellery clad bunny-girl a little better.<<if ($abdlPlay || $diaperWettingPlay || $diaperMessingPlay) && ($diaperMessCounter + $diaperWetCounter) >= 2>><br><br>She also makes a couple of comments about an odd smell she keeps noticing, worried that she’s missed some food somewhere that’s been left way too long, much to your embarrassment. Thankfully, she’s too preoccupied trying to figure out where she might have missed, and doesn't seem to put two and two together and realise that it's your dirty diaper she's smelling.<</if>>
After a while though, you realise that you probably need to do something more productive, Villin needing to return to her work. Sitting up more attentively in your seat, you [[go back to talking to Vilin|Restaurant Alfonsi Spend Time With Villin]].You try to contact Villin through your room terminal. After a brief ringing tone from your tablet the screen flickers slightly before revealing the shy freckled face of Villin.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/VillinSmall.png]]</div>
<span class="female">"<<if $villinABDL>>Hi <<if $pronoun == 1>>Mommy<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>Daddy<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>honey<<elseif $vagina && $penis>>Mommy<<elseif $vagina>>Mommy<<elseif $penis>>Daddy<</if>>, I really like that you called me, it’s nice to know that you’re looking out for me. I’m doing big girl work at the moment, but I can take a break or a shift off if you need your little Villin for something.<<elseif $villinCollared>>Greetings <<if $pronoun == 1>>Mistress<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>Master<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>my Dominant<<elseif $vagina && $penis>>my Dominant<<elseif $vagina>>Mistress<<elseif $penis>>Master<</if>>, I’ve been a good girl for you since we last talked. I’m currently working, but I really appreciate you keeping an eye on me. I’m at work at the moment, but I can take a break or get off my shift if you have need of your submissive.<<elseif $villinDating>>Hey honey, it’s nice to hear your voice. Work is going well, Mr Alfonsi even made me some gelato earlier, it was really sweet of him. I’m on a shift at the moment, but I can take a break or find someone to cover for me if you want to spend some time together.<<else>>Hey $firstName, it’s nice of you to call me. I’m working at the moment, but I can take a break or find someone to cover my shift if you need me for something.<</if>> So, erm … do you want to hang out together or something?"</span>, she smiles slightly nervously, obviously glad to see you but a little awkward as always.
Do you:<<if $hermPlay>><br><br>[[Ask Villin out on a date|Date Accepted Villin]]<</if>>
[[Hang out with Villin|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Hang Out With Villin']]
[[Return to contacts page|Contacts]]Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.You ask Villin if she would like to go on a date with you. Giggling nervously, her face turning beetroot red from blushing, she responds.
<span class="female">"<<if $villinDating>>Yeah … um … that sounds really nice. I’ll be a few minutes sorting things out with Mr Alfonsi, but he’s always been happy to cover my shifts in the past if I ask him. I’m, er, really looking forward to it, thanks … oh. You look great … really great.<<else>>Wait … what? Erm, do you … really mean it? That would … um, that would be really nice. I’d like that … you know, a lot. I’ll, er, be a few minutes as I’ll need to ask Mr Alfonsi for … I mean whether he’ll, er, you know, cover my shift for me. He’s really nice though, so I’m sure it won’t … um, be a problem.<</if>> I’ll meet over in the recreational plaza … erm … if that’s okay. I can’t wait to … you know … see where you take me. I might … er … need a few more minutes to get changed too …"</span>, she finishes, getting more quite and visibly more flustered as she goes along. That said, she certainly seems to be happy, just a little embarrassed over the attention at the same time.
Your date planned, you [[head out to your date with Villin|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Date Villin']].Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.<<if $villinDating>>You make your way to the recreational plaza, still thinking up good ideas for where you can take the diminutive bunny-girl. When you asked her out on a date again, you did have a plan, though given some time to think it over other ideas also come to mind. As such, you patiently wait for her, understanding that she has to finish up her shift before she can come and join you.
Thankfully, you aren’t left waiting long. Villin, as always, most easily identifiable in a crowd from her fluffy bunny ears sticking out above her, almost like a flag signalling her presence, finally comes into view. Having some difficulty in spotting you, the crowd too thick for her to see past whilst also too tall for her to see over, you decide to push your way through the throng of guests, making your way towards her. Cutting an opening for her, Villin notices you with an expression of pleasant surprise, happy to see you but a little nervous about both your date and being around so many people.
Joining you, finding a quiet spot together off to one side, Villin looks up at you from under her fringe, her eyes wide with eagerness and anxiety. Her heavily freckled face beginning to form the start of a blush, she quietly says, <span class="female">"Hey <<if $villinABDL>><<if $pronoun == 1>>Mommy<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>Daddy<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>honey<<elseif $vagina && $penis>>Mommy<<elseif $vagina>>Mommy<<elseif $penis>>Daddy<</if>><<elseif $villinCollared>> <<if $pronoun == 1>>Mistress<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>Master<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>my Dominant<<elseif $vagina && $penis>>my Dominant<<elseif $vagina>>Mistress<<elseif $penis>>Master<</if>><<else>>$firstName<</if>>, thanks for asking me out again. I really hope it wasn’t any trouble for you to take the time out of your day, especially with how busy you must be. I’m super hyped to see what you have in mind for today, I’m sure it’ll be great"</span>, her excitement obvious as she fidgets energetically with her hands.
<span class="player">"It’s good to see you too <<if $villinABDL>>my little bunny<<elseif $villinCollared>>pet<<else>>sweetheart<</if>>. I too hope you enjoy what I’ve got planned, but if you ever get too nervous then we can always go elsewhere. I just love to see that smile of yours, it makes it all worth"</span>, you playfully reply, tapping her on the nose before moving in for an enthusiastic hug. Making sure she understands how happy you are to see her, you eventually break your possessive hold, moving back and putting your hand out for her to take. <<if ($abdlPlay || $diaperWettingPlay || $diaperMessingPlay) && ($diaperMessCounter + $diaperWetCounter) >= 2>><br><br>As you’re breaking you hug, however, you spot Villin sniff at the air worriedly, looking around her. <span class="female">"Er … um, please … um, there’s a bad smell … is it me?"</span>, her face going crimson she blushes so hard, her hands patting herself down, as if she thinks that she might have come into contact with something stinky. Momentarily, you wonder if she might realize it’s you, however, the way she looks at you it’s clear she’s much more worried that it might be her and that she’s causing you discomfort through it for the thought of that to cross her mind.<</if>>
Giggling shyly, Villin just nods, her slender pale hand working its way into yours, the quiet bunny-girl becoming a lot more relaxed with you by her side. And so, like that, hand in hand, you both set off, making small talk as you go <<set $random = random(1,2)>><<if $random==1>>[[towards your planned date destination|Date Villin Icecream][if($villinRelationship<=96){$villinRelationship += 4;}else{$villinRelationship = 100;};]]<<elseif $random==2>>[[towards your planned date destination|Date Villin Concert][if($villinRelationship<=96){$villinRelationship += 4;}else{$villinRelationship = 100;};]]<</if>>.<<else>> You make your way to the recreational plaza, still trying to think up a good idea for where you can take the diminutive bunny-girl. When you asked her out on a date, you didn’t really think of the specifics, but now that she’s mentioned it, you can’t really stall for time to figure it out. So, arriving at the plaza, you peer around, trying to spot Villin, glad that you have the time to ponder. She does have to get done with work before she can leave, so at least you have a little time.
Lost in thought, a tapping on your arm shakes you back into paying attention to the world around you. Head snapping from side to side looking for the source, you’re surprised to find that it’s not Villin who’s trying to inform you of their presence, but instead the balding older figure of her boss, Mr Alfonsi. <span class="male">"My precious Villin just told me that you’d asked her out on a date and was very happy to have been asked. She requested of me to cover her shift for her, which I was glad to do, but I wanted to come see you here first. Villin doesn’t know about my little meeting with you, she’s just finishing things up, and I’d like for it to stay that way. I won’t question the motives of your interest in her, however, I want you to remember if you upset her in any way I will pull in every favour I have to make sure the rest of your life is miserable. She’s a good girl, but she has confidence issues and needs to be looked after, if you mistreat her I will not be happy. Is that clear? "</span>, he states, his lecture striking you as the sort you might expect from an overprotective father.
Despite not being a particularly large man, along with being at least some way past his prime, Mr Alfonsi’s speech has you rather nervous, completely sure that he’s not joking. Stammering to try and find an appropriate response to assure him you have no ill intentions, he interjects before you have the chance to, <span class="male">"I know, I know, you’re a good kid too. I just wanted you to understand the consequences awaiting you if you’re trying to play a game with her. Just because she wears a collar doesn’t mean that you can treat her like a disposable toy"</span>, his demeanour returning to the jolly one he had when you first met him, he continues, <span class="male">"Anyway, I’ve said enough. I come with a peace offering too, just so you know that I’m actually happy about this, even if I’m wary as always. You don’t have to use it now, but I’ve prepared a picnic basket for the two of you. I hope you enjoy it, I whipped it up pretty quickly, but I put my all into it given the time. Have a good time and remember …"</span>.
Handing you the wicker hamper, which from the weight of it seems filled to the brim, the elderly restaurant owner begins to leave, only turning around briefly to smile and nod as you stutter out, <span class="player">"Thank you! "</span>, not wanting to make a bad impression with your prospective girl-friends surrogate father before you even get to go on a date together.
Thankfully, after that initial scare you aren’t left waiting long. Villin, most easily identifiable in a crowd from her fluffy bunny ears sticking out above her, almost like a flag signalling her presence, finally comes into view. Having some difficulty in spotting you, the crowd too thick for her to see past whilst also too tall for her to see over, you decide to push your way through the throng of guests, making your way towards her. Cutting an opening for her, Villin notices you with an expression of shy surprise, happy to see you but likely a little nervous about your upcoming date.
Joining you, finding a quiet spot together off to one side, Villin looks up at you from under her fringe, her eyes wide with eagerness and anxiety. Her heavily freckled face beginning to form the start of a blush, she quietly says, <span class="female">"Hey $firstName … I, erm, thanks. I sort of realized I’d put a lot of pressure on … you know, on you with the whole picking the date thing. I guess when I looked back at it, that it sounded more of … more of a spur of the moment thing, so if you want to just do something like go for a drink, more casually instead I’d understand"</span>, her tone rather apologetic, as if she’s worried she’s upset you.
<span class="player">"No worries, you don’t have anything to apologize for, I was the one who asked you on a date after all"</span>, you reply in an attempt to calm her, an idea forming on what to do next. <span class="player">"Anyway, I’ve got a plan for our date, but if it doesn’t sound good to you then we can always go somewhere quiet for a drink instead"</span>, you smile, extending your hand for her to take, ready to whisk her away and take her to the location of your recently concocted date plan.
Giggling shyly, Villin just nods, her slender pale hand working its way into yours, the quiet bunny-girl becoming a lot more relaxed with you by her side. And so, like that, hand in hand, you both set off, making small talk as you go.<<if ($abdlPlay || $diaperWettingPlay || $diaperMessingPlay) && ($diaperMessCounter + $diaperWetCounter) >= 2>><br><br>Mid journey, however, you spot Villin sniff at the air worriedly, looking around her. <span class="female">"Er … um, please … um, there’s a bad smell … is it me?"</span>, her face going crimson she blushes so hard, her hands patting herself down, as if she thinks that she might have come into contact with something stinky. Momentarily, you wonder if she might realize it’s you, however, the way she looks at you it’s clear she’s much more worried that it might be her and that she’s causing you discomfort through it for the thought of that to cross her mind.<</if>>
Arriving at your destination, you can see a small indoor park, the smell of nature tangible and joyous, a simple pleasure within the largely sterile facility. Trees, pathways, even a small lake, of course along with a multitude of fragrant flower beds, all combine together to put you in a good mood, your opinion seemingly shared from the way Villin keeps asking to stop so she can look at the various plants, repeatedly giggling, <span class="female">"Wow!"</span>.
Finding a good spot in the shade of a large tree, you set down the picnic basket, opening it up to discover that Mr Alfonsi had thought of everything, even providing you with a white and red chequered blanket to set up on. Kneeling down you get to work, unpacking the basket so [[you can start your date with Villin|Date Villin First Date Start][if($villinRelationship<=97){$villinRelationship += 3;}else{$villinRelationship = 100;};]].<</if>>You make your way over to the Restaurant Alfonsi, meeting Villin just as she comes out of the rather nondescript entrance way. Looking around a bit shyly, the short violet haired girl approaches you with a smile, obviously happy for the company.
<span class="female">"Hey $firstName"</span>, she says cheerily<<if $height >60>> looking up at you<</if>>, giving you a short wave of greeting. <span class="female">"So, erm, I’ve got an idea where we could hang out … you know, if it’s okay with you. There’s this quiet little piano bar that I know of. It’s down on the industrial floor, and caters mostly to low level workers around here, so doesn’t get a lot of guards coming in, just mostly engineers and cleaners. It’s quiet and they have good music, also I don’t think they’ll bother a trainee, at least from my experience"</span>, she continues, waiting for you agreement before leading the way there.
It takes a while to travel between the floors, the bar out of the way even in terms of the sprawling industrial district of the facility, you and Villin passing down the grimy hallways filled with pipes, wires and boiler suit wearing maintenance staff. At last arriving at the bar, the sound of jazz piano music catching your attention long before you catch sight of the innocuous door, you’re surprised to find that premises interior is extremely roomy and well-kept, the interior warm and comforting like you might expect from an old country pub. The bar is a bit of a warren in and of itself, comprised of lots of little rooms with plush arm chairs and traditional looking wooden fixtures.
Getting a couple of drinks, you settle into a warm cubby hole of a room, engulfing yourselves in two thick seats next to a stonework fireplace with what looks like a wood burning heater inside of it. Listening to the music, warm and cosy, you both just relax, enjoying the peace of it all, Villin occasionally commenting on the particular music piece being currently played, the girl seemingly a big fan of jazz and blues music. Chatting a little, with Villin mostly keeping quiet yet listening to you talk, she mentions briefly that <<print either("she’s been trying to figure out what she really wants to do with her life, having looked into the various non-sex related training options the facility offers. Though, whispering quietly, she mentions that she really likes playing the piano for Mr Alfonsi, so she wouldn’t want to quit there any time soon","she’s seen a lot of weird things while walking around the industrial floor of the facility coming here in the past. Engineers, cleaners, run-away hucows, and the like are all pretty common, even a few scruffy looking squatters who live in the vents. But, those don’t even scratch the surface of some of the weirder things. Apparently, she swears she once saw the weird gelatinous blob-thing rolling down one of the corridors, Villin suspecting that the creature was an escaped experiment");>>.<<if ($abdlPlay || $diaperWettingPlay || $diaperMessingPlay) && ($diaperMessCounter + $diaperWetCounter) >= 2>><br><br>She also asks quietly if she smells weird today, pointing out that there’s been a weird smell around her for a while and she’s worried that it might be her, much to your embarrassment. Thankfully, she doesn't seem to put two and two together and realise that it's your dirty diaper she's smelling.<</if>>
A few hours go by and you're having a really good time, listening to music and chatting with the heavily pierced bunny-girl. However, you can’t just sit around all day, so you make your farewells to Villin, receiving another awkward yet friendly goodbye wave in response. With your time to hang out come to an end you [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')][if($villinRelationship<=95){$villinRelationship += 5;}else{$villinRelationship = 100;};]].<<if visited() <=1>>Taking a deep breath and steeling your confidence, you decide to take the possibly risky move of scouting out Administrator Lianne to determine if she might be susceptible to bribing. Formulating a plan, you offer her a knowing look, saying with great certainty, <span class="player">"You know, you seem to be working very hard as an administrator for the Center. I hope they take proper care of you and pay you what you deserve. You know, I’d love to make a donation to the administrative department with my spare points if that’s possible, from what I hear they are exchangeable for money. After all, you’ve been doing such a job helping me out that I feel we can come to a special understanding"</span>. Holding your breath and trying to keep your best poker face, you hope she gets what you’re hinting at and that you haven’t been too subtle.
Oddly, the immaculately groomed blonde just laughs a loud and mocking laugh that goes on for uncomfortably long, tears forming on the edges of her eyes from the depth of her mirth, making you feel like this might not have been a good decision.
Her expression turning sterner, you gulp internally, doing you best not to show your increasing nervousness. <span class="female">"Trainee $firstName, are you trying to … bribe me? "</span>, her tone stern and serious for the briefest moment before descending into another round of laughter, <span class="female">"Oh, damn, I can’t keep that up. You are just adorable you know, what was that baby’s first attempt at corporate corruption, it was like something out of an old mafia movie. That’s funny"</span>, her derision stinging a little at your redoubled confidence.
Starting to try and smoothing things over, you quickly respond, <span class="player">"No, this is just a big misunderstanding …"</span>, the powerful executive shushing you with a handwave before you get any further.
<span class="female">"Don’t try and talk your way out of this. You tried to bribe me and now you’re trying to cover your ass. The best part though, is that I’m incredibly open to bribery, in fact it’s heavily suggested that executive staff do their best to pressure trainees into bribing them for aid. I think I might even have a suggested pricing sheet around here somewhere. It’s a real show of character, however poorly executed it might have been, that you’ve shown here today, a real instinct for self-preservation. Maybe there’s hope for you yet. As for now though, yes I accept bribes, you tell me what you’re after and I’ll tell you if I can swing it for you and how much it’ll cost you. Though, whilst I do love expensive shoes and other nice things, I might be willing to accept other payments that catch my interest"</span>, Lianne finishes explaining with a little giggle, her expression the sort you might expect of someone talking to a small child who brought them a crudely made painting.
Nodding, not wanting to ruin the opportunity you’re being presented with by saying something that might annoy her, you do your best to think over what sort of things the administrator might be able to help you out with.<<else>>Deciding to broach the subject once again with the administrator about possible bribes you could offer her, you confidently say, <span class="player">"I was wondering if we could talk about coming to an understanding about …"</span>, the powerful executive shushing you with a handwave and a few stifled laughs before you get any further.
<span class="female">"If you keep talking like that I’ll be laughing solid for the next five minutes. I get it you want to bribe me, like I said before it’s not just fine it’s expected. As always you tell me what you want, and I’ll tell you how much it’ll cost you. I’d also like to reaffirm that whilst I do love money, if you have something more interesting to offer I might be willing to make a deal for that instead. So, what sordid dealings are you after today Trainee $firstName?"</span>, Lianne finishes seemingly once more on the edge of laughter, finding the whole matter of dealing with you hillarious.
Nodding, not wanting to ruin the opportunity you’re being presented with by saying something that might annoy her, you do your best to think over what sort of things the administrator might be able to help you out with.<</if>>
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<<if $numberOfComplaints == 0>>You have no reason to bribe her to get rid of complaints against you as you have none outstanding.<<else>>[[Ask how much it’ll cost to remove a complaint against you|Admin Desk Bribe Punishment Lower]]<</if>>
[[Ask how much it'll cost to get you freed from the facility|Admin Desk Bribe Escape]]
[[Finish talking about bribes|Admin Desk]]Deciding that it’s worthwhile to exchange some of your points for a cleaner record, you tell the domineering administrator, <span class="player">"Okay, that sounds fine. I’ll trade you a thousand of my points in exchange for you getting rid of one of the complaints against me"</span>, the blonde executive shrugging but simultaneously giving you a small smile.
<span class="female">"Then we have a deal I guess"</span>, she responds, her attention migrating to a screen that’s just out of your view behind her desk as she lazily pokes at the screen. It takes a few minutes, during which time you’re not sure what to make of the whole situation, unsure if she’s really upholding her side of the deal. Then again, she does seem almost immediately bored to the verge of tears, the task obviously not a highlight of her day.
Jolting you from your own bored wait, you hear her loudly announce, <span class="female">"Done!"</span>, pulling out a small tablet from under the raised counter at which she works. Looking it over, you can see your record, noting straight away the difference in both your funds and complaints log. <span class="female">"That is so tedious, you just don’t understand. The worst part of having to dealing with record changes is always bribing that AI. Why would a computer program be so obsessed with designer shoes, between that and the kick-back to my boss I’ll barely get a dozen new outfits out of all of this, makes it feel barely worth it. Anyway, I’ve taken the funds out of your account and gotten rid of one complaint from your record. We’re all squared up now, so no whining if you get buyers remorse"</span>, Lianne pulling back the data displaying tablet and adjusting her work station back to normal as she finishes.
Nodding, not wanting to say anything that could damage the professional relationship you’re developing with the administrator, you keep quiet, happy to have gotten what you asked for. Your deal now complete, you [[go back to talking about bribes|Admin Desk Bribe]].Wondering whether you could make a deal to remove some of the outstanding complaints about you, you tell Administrator Lianne, <span class="player">"Can you do anything about some of the complaints I’ve had against me? You know, the ones that are on my record?"</span>, the powerful executive offering a short shrug in response.
<span class="female">"Sure. I mean, as long as they’re not from one of the board of executives, or from someone influential outside of them, then complaints are pretty easy to make disappear. Mostly we just use the complaints as an excuse to screw over the trainees and make them sign up for stuff they don’t want, so if you want to pay me off to get rid of some random mouth breather’s mean comments about you then not my problem"</span>, the powerful blonde explains in a slightly bored tone, seemingly more interested in her nails than in your problem.
Taking a moment to think, her attention regaining slightly, <span class="female">"Oh, right, the price. If you hand me a thousand G.G.P then I’ll do it for you, that sounds a reasonable amount to me. Or, if you’re strapped for cash you can …. entertain me instead. Dealing with all the whining and moaning from trainees all day, you know, ‘someone kidnapped me in my sleep’, ‘what about my pets’, ‘I don’t wanna be a bimbo sex toy’, wah, wah, wah! Just urgh, it’s such a hassle. That’s why if you want to help me destress a little then I’d be happy to wave the fee"</span>, her predatory grin giving you the impression that it’s not going to be as easy as it sounds.
Nodding, not wanting to ruin the opportunity you’re being presented with by saying something that might annoy her, you try and decide what you’re going to do next. Looking over your options, helping her ‘relax’ might be the cheaper solution, but from all your dealings with her, you think it unlikely to be as simple a matter as she makes out<<if $sexualPreference == 2>>, not that you’d want to do anything sexual with her anyway<</if>>. That leaves either paying her a substantial amount of points or giving up on the idea of cleaning up your record a little, at least for now.
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<<if $ggp < 1000>>You can’t afford to bribe her<<else>>[[Bribe her the 1000 G.G.P|Admin Desk Bribe Punishment Lower Pay][$ggp -= 1000; $numberOfComplaints -= 1]]<</if>>
<<if $sexualPreference == 2>>You’re not interested in women, so you don’t want to have sex with her as a bribe<<else>>[[Bribe her with ‘entertainment’|Admin Desk Bribe Punishment Lower Humiliate][$timesPussyLicked += 1; $numberOfComplaints -=1; if($submission <= 95){$submission += 5;}else{$submission = 100;};]]<</if>>
[[Go back to talking about bribes|Admin Desk Bribe]]Deciding that getting a cleaner record in exchange for a few minutes work is probably the best deal you’re going to get, you tell the domineering administrator, <span class="player">"Okay, I suppose that would be okay. I’ll help you destress in exchange for you getting rid of one of the complaints against me"</span>, the blonde executive grinning in response like the cat that got the cream, smugly biting her lip.
<span class="female">"That’s a deal"</span>, she answers with a quick giggle, pointing down at the floor in front of her raised desk demandingly. As if on command, the front panel of the counter sinks into the floor, giving you the access you’ll need to complete your task and displaying what she’s wearing beneath, a combination of a black pencil skirt and an expensive looking pair of high heels.
Seeing no reason to stretch things out any longer than they need to be, you start getting to your knees, ready to crawl forth and give her some oral action, however, Lianne seems to have a different idea in store. Coughing lightly, she announces in an amused tone, <span class="female">"Nope. Not yet, but you can still stay down there. Before I let you have fun licking my beautiful pussy, you’ve got to earn it first, you are supposed to be entertaining me after all. I think you should beg me for the chance first"</span>, her smirk only growing ever larger.
Sighing a little, but not wanting to damage your chances of getting the deal you were offered, you look up at her from where you are on the floor, the powerful executive looking incredibly dominant from your position. As such, trying to be as sincere as possible, you answer her, <span class="player">"Please Administrator Lianne, can I please help you to relax by pleasuring your pussy?"</span>, the look you receive telling you immediately that your response wasn’t good enough.
Enjoying her chance to toy with you, she just shakes her head, the grin still firmly in place, <span class="female">"You’ll have to do better than that. I’m doing you a big favour by waving the standard … fee. I thought you’d have more gratitude for the sexy woman who’s helping you out so much. I guess you just don’t want me to get rid of that little complaint then …"</span>, her words trailing off, but her gaze fixed upon you in such a way that you’re sure it was an intentional attempt to humiliate you.
Sure that you’re not going to get out of this without debasing yourself at least a little, you take a deep breath, <span class="player">"I’m sorry Administrator Lianne, I really mean it. Please, oh please let me worship your pussy in the way you deserve. You’ve worked so hard, and you’re helping me so much, please let me help you feel good in return"</span>, your words finally getting you the nod to go ahead with your bargained task.
Crawling forth unabated, your cheeks burning with embarrassment from so publicly debasing yourself, you make your way under the desk, closer to your goal. At first hearing the sound of Lianne tapping on a tablet screen above you, her attention shifts slightly as she hikes up her luxuriously soft skirt, exposing her hairless vagina to your view, a lust-filled yet slightly spicy scent filling the air as she does. Returning to her work, you position yourself determinedly between her thighs, your face pressed up against her sopping wet cunt.
Getting to work, you run your tongue up and down her feminine lips in long steady strokes, doing your best to fulfil the administrators every carnal desire. Lapping away attentively, you put all the effort you can into pleasuring her, your efforts not going unappreciated you surmise from the contented hum you hear from above you. Accompanying all of this, you notice the muffled voice of Lianne saying, <span class="female">"Crap, yes … that’s it … keep doing … that …"</span>, the tip of her high heeled shoe rubbing playfully at you crotch, causing your <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> cock and pussy<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock<<else>>pussy<</if>> to begin springing to life too.
Redoubling your efforts, especially now that your needs are being attended too, you run your tongue around her folds, eventually managing to locate her slightly obscured feminine bud. Wrapping your <<checkLips>> lips around it the best you can, you begin to lightly suckle it, occasionally flicking your tongue against it, the action always resulting in the administrator bucking forward against your face. As her lust builds higher, she even snakes a hand down to the back of your head, insistently mashing your face into her dripping cunt until your face is coated with a copious covering of her cunt juices.
Her foot rubbing with increased pressure, putting you to the point of the borderline between sexual pleasure and pain, it’s not long before Lianne squirts her fem-cum over your face, panting with contented exhaustion just out of view. Moaning along with her, your own ardour building towards the peak too from the attention to your crotch from her designer shoe, you yelp with disappointed shock as she all of a sudden stops, leaving you painfully unfulfilled. Worse, in shock you’re flung backwards as her foot shoves you back, leaving you sprawled on the floor and reeking of pussy, her juices still dripping off of your face.
From somewhere above you as you start to pull yourself to your feet, you hear the slowly drowsy administrator loudly announce, <span class="female">"Done!"</span>, pulling out a small tablet from out of view which she hands to you. Looking it over, wiping fem-cum from your eye, you can see your record, noting straight away the difference in the complaints log. <span class="female">"That was worth it. The look on your face would be enough, but the orgasm makes it all the better. Anyway, I’ve gone into the system and gotten rid of one complaint from your record. The best part of getting paid in sexual favours is that there’s no kick-backs to pay. Even the AI doesn’t ask for them when she knows we’ve been paid in sex, says she considers it good training for the trainees. We’re all squared up now, so no complaining"</span>, Lianne pulling back the data displaying tablet and adjusting her work station back to normal as she finishes, the desk front moving back up as she fumbles her skirt back down.
Nodding, slightly shell-shocked and highly aroused, you keep quiet, for the most part happy to have gotten what you asked for, even if you’re a little embarrassed about the way you achieved it. Your deal now complete, you [[go back to talking about bribes|Admin Desk Bribe]].Wondering whether you could make a deal to help you escape from the facility, maybe even legitimately get your freedom returned to you, you tell Administrator Lianne, <span class="player">"Can you help me get out of the trainee program? Like, by helping me escape this place, or maybe getting me put back onto the records as a proper citizen again?"</span>, the blonde executive barely offering a response, paying you very little attention.
<span class="female">"That’s not going to happen. You’re worth way more to the board of executives than you could ever earn working here to make it worth it. The amount of people who’d need to be paid off, and the amount of money that’d take are way out of your price range. Not now, not in a hundred years. Plus, the whole process is a lot of work. So, no"</span>, the powerful blonde explains condescendingly, the way she’s speaking making you suspect that her speech is rather rehearsed, probably from all the trainees asking previously.
Sighing, her expression lightening slightly, she gives you something close to a sympathetic look, <span class="female">"Look. They even tell us, at least the staff who have any prospects around this place, how much you’d have to offer to get released and it’s … well, to put it bluntly there’s no chance. They’re way more concerned with making sure you end up in the homes of powerful elites than anything. The better you do here, the more you’re worth to them, it’s a vicious cycle. So, there’s no real escape, better just find the best deal you can and take it before it drops off the table. That’s my advice anyway. Short of you finding dirt on one of the inner circle, or a major government official, or at least something equally as valuable to them to leverage your freedom, the reality is it’s just not a credible prospect"</span>, her face turning as if she has a bad taste in her mouth, she adds, <span class="female">"Eugh, I almost sounded helpful there for a second"</span>.
Nodding, slightly disappointed but not wanting to ruin the opportunity you’re being presented with by saying something that might annoy her, you try and decide what you’re going to do next. She might have spent most of the conversation mocking you, but her comment about trading something valuable to the higher ups could be a genuinely helpful advice to regaining your freedom.
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[[Go back to talking about bribes|Admin Desk Bribe]]Wandering around the main shopping atrium of the facility, you decide to try and see if you can find someone to pick pocket, figuring you could make some quick funds by doing so. <<if $pickPocketingTrait>>Using the advice that Mari gave you<<else>>Not sure entirely what you’re doing<</if>>, you do get the impression that there are a lot of rich and heavily distracted guests wandering around who you might stand a chance with in terms of stealing from. Keeping an eye out, you test your luck, brushing past various visitors, in particular looking for those that are drunk or whose attention is caught by the various entertainers and storefronts.
The issue of what to do with money and goods is a complex one, given that you’re currently forced to abide by the points system as a form of currency during your stay at the facility. But, you have a plan, intending to trade anything in with Tilly at the general trainee store, hoping that the ditzy bimbo doesn’t realize or care about the situation. Even without her help, there's probably someone who you could trade the stuff to, even if it's only for favors.
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<<if $actionAmountCurrent >= $actionLimit>>You're too tired to steal from people<<else>><<if $pickPocketingTrait>><<set $random = random(1,20)>><<if $random <= 15>> [[Try to pick pocket someone|Shopping Hub Pick Pocket Success][$actionAmountCurrent += 1; if($submission >= -95){$submission -= 5;}else{$submission = -100;};]]<<elseif $random == 16>>[[Try to pick pocket someone|Shopping Hub Pick Pocket Failure][$actionAmountCurrent += 1; $numberOfComplaints += 1; if($submission >= -95){$submission -= 5;}else{$submission = -100;};]]<<elseif $random == 17>>[[Try to pick pocket someone|Shopping Hub Pick Pocket Partial Failure][$actionAmountCurrent += 1; $numberOfComplaints += 1; if($submission >= -95){$submission -= 5;}else{$submission = -100;};]]<<elseif $random >= 18>>[[Try to pick pocket someone|Shopping Hub Pick Pocket Nothing][$actionAmountCurrent += 1; if($submission >= -95){$submission -= 5;}else{$submission = -100;};]]<</if>><<else>><<set $random = random(1,6)>><<if $random <= 3>> [[Try to pick pocket someone|Shopping Hub Pick Pocket Success][$actionAmountCurrent += 1; if($submission >= -95){$submission -= 5;}else{$submission = -100;};]]<<elseif $random == 4>>[[Try to pick pocket someone|Shopping Hub Pick Pocket Failure][$actionAmountCurrent += 1; $numberOfComplaints += 1; if($submission >= -95){$submission -= 5;}else{$submission = -100;};]]<<elseif $random == 5>>[[Try to pick pocket someone|Shopping Hub Pick Pocket Partial Failure][$actionAmountCurrent += 1; $numberOfComplaints += 1; if($submission >= -95){$submission -= 5;}else{$submission = -100;};]]<<elseif $random == 6>>[[Try to pick pocket someone|Shopping Hub Pick Pocket Nothing][$actionAmountCurrent += 1; if($submission >= -95){$submission -= 5;}else{$submission = -100;};]]<</if>><</if>><</if>>
[[Stop looking for pick pocketing marks|Shopping Hub]]<<if $pickPocketingTrait>><<set $holderInt = (random(3,7) * 100)>><<else>><<set $holderInt = (random(1,6) * 100)>><</if>><<set $ggp += $holderInt>>Weaving through the crowds, you eventually spot a <<set $random = random(1,2)>><<if $random == 1>>heavily inebriated man<<elseif $random == 2>>heavily inebriated woman<</if>> staring fixatedly through a store window. Getting a little closer, you spot what has caught their attention so fully, the business some sort of BDSM themed sex toy shop, a colourful display featuring naked slaves in various forms of bondage causing a bit of a scene. Of course, the noise and movement of the writhing pleasure and discomfort of the stores slaves is the perfect cover, especially with the <<if $random == 1>>man<<elseif $random == 2>>woman<</if>> pressing <<if $random == 1>>himself<<elseif $random == 2>>herself<</if>> up against the window.
Making an initial pass by, you brush past your intended mark, seeing if they make any reaction to your slight contact. Thankfully, your choice of target seems to have paid off, as just like you suspected, the <<if $random == 1>>man<<elseif $random == 2>>woman<</if>> doesn’t seem to even register your presence. Giving it another moment, turning around and walking by past them, you put your plan into action, with as much stealth and finesse as you can manage <<if $random == 1>>digging your hand into his back pocket, fishing out his wallet<<elseif $random == 2>>pushing your hand into her handbag, you fish out her purse<</if>> making as much distance away from them as you can without causing a scene.
Looking behind you, you get the impression that you’ve gotten away with it, the <<if $random == 1>>man<<elseif $random == 2>>woman<</if>> still completely fixated on the stores window display. Better, you can’t spot a single guard around.
Quickly heading into the general trainee store, you spot the familiar face of Tilly behind the till, the bubbly bimbo looking bored from having little to do, the shop practically empty. Waving your greeting, she almost immediately perks up, especially as you move straight over to her, saying, <span class="player">"Hey Tilly. I found this <<if $random == 1>>wallet<<elseif $random == 2>>purse<</if>> while I was out wandering around. I was wondering if maybe you could give me some points in exchange for it?"</span>.
Shrugging happily, Tilly takes it from you and begins to rustle around inside, pulling out the monetary contents and slipping them beneath the desk, the <<if $random == 1>>wallet<<elseif $random == 2>>purse<</if>> being discarded without another thought. <span class="bimbo">"That’s, like, really lucky to find a bunch of money just laying around. It’d be really tough to find the owner, and I bet the guards would just get all shouty about it, so I think it’d be fine for us to keep it. We could get so many cute dresses! But, like, yeah, you need points right. I’ll just add it into the system like a refund, that way you’ll get to buy some cute stuff too"</span>, giggles the ditzy blonde, messing around with the high-tech till.
<span class="neutral">"Trainee $firstName has been awarded $holderInt G.G.P for, refunding a cute dress that they didn’t want"</span>, announces the monotone voice of the facility AI, indicating that the transfer is complete. Smiling at Tilly, glad that it all worked out well, you thank the girl, listening on as she talks about all the nice things she’ll buy with her share of the money. Matters concluded, you [[go back to looking for pick pocketing marks|Shopping Hub Pick Pocket Search]].Weaving through the crowds, you eventually spot a <<set $random = random(1,2)>><<if $random == 1>>heavily inebriated man<<elseif $random == 2>>heavily inebriated woman<</if>> staring fixatedly through a store window. Getting a little closer, you spot what has caught their attention so fully, the business some sort of BDSM themed sex toy shop, a colourful display featuring naked slaves in various forms of bondage causing a bit of a scene. Of course, the noise and movement of the writhing pleasure and discomfort of the stores slaves is the perfect cover, especially with the <<if $random == 1>>man<<elseif $random == 2>>woman<</if>> pressing <<if $random == 1>>himself<<elseif $random == 2>>herself<</if>> up against the window.
Making an initial pass by, you brush past your intended mark, seeing if they make any reaction to your slight contact. Thankfully, your choice of target seems to have paid off, as just like you suspected, the <<if $random == 1>>man<<elseif $random == 2>>woman<</if>> doesn’t seem to even register your presence. Giving it another moment, turning around and walking by past them, you put your plan into action, with as much stealth and finesse as you can manage <<if $random == 1>>digging your hand into his back pocket, attempting to fish out his wallet<<elseif $random == 2>>pushing your hand into her handbag, attempting to fish out her purse<</if>>. Sadly, it doesn’t work out, your mark turning at just the last second, stretching out as they get ready to move on.
At first you get the impression that you’ve gotten away with it, the <<if $random == 1>>man<<elseif $random == 2>>woman<</if>> still completely oblivious. However, annoyingly, you do spot a nearby guard, and from the way he’s facing you get slightly worried that he might have noticed what you just did. Though, it’s hard to tell given his full-face helmet, the way he’s advancing towards you through the crowd makes you very nervous. Suspecting that you’ve been rumbled, you do the only thing you can think of, turn tail and run.
It works, the bulky armour slowing the man down considerably and allowing you to slip away in the confusion, darting through a large gathering of people. But, despite your best efforts, you get the impression that you still have been caught, enough security feeds having noticed you that the guard will be easily able to identify you at a later date. Unsure what will come of it, but certain that your personal record is going to be less clean, you continue to flee, deciding that such matters are a problem to deal with later.
Your chance blown and needing to lay low for a while, you duck into a side corridor off of the main atrium to wait things out a while. When you finally do decide that the coast is clear you’re feeling a bit tired from the ordeal, unsure what to do next. Matters concluded, you [[go back to looking for pick pocketing marks|Shopping Hub Pick Pocket Search]].<<if $pickPocketingTrait>><<set $holderInt = (random(3,7) * 100)>><<else>><<set $holderInt = (random(1,6) * 100)>><</if>><<set $ggp += $holderInt>>Weaving through the crowds, you eventually spot a <<set $random = random(1,2)>><<if $random == 1>>heavily inebriated man<<elseif $random == 2>>heavily inebriated woman<</if>> staring fixatedly through a store window. Getting a little closer, you spot what has caught their attention so fully, the business some sort of BDSM themed sex toy shop, a colourful display featuring naked slaves in various forms of bondage causing a bit of a scene. Of course, the noise and movement of the writhing pleasure and discomfort of the stores slaves is the perfect cover, especially with the <<if $random == 1>>man<<elseif $random == 2>>woman<</if>> pressing <<if $random == 1>>himself<<elseif $random == 2>>herself<</if>> up against the window.
Making an initial pass by, you brush past your intended mark, seeing if they make any reaction to your slight contact. Thankfully, your choice of target seems to have paid off, as just like you suspected, the <<if $random == 1>>man<<elseif $random == 2>>woman<</if>> doesn’t seem to even register your presence. Giving it another moment, turning around and walking by past them, you put your plan into action, with as much stealth and finesse as you can manage <<if $random == 1>>digging your hand into his back pocket, fishing out his wallet<<elseif $random == 2>>pushing your hand into her handbag, you fish out her purse<</if>> making as much distance away from them as you can without causing a scene.
Looking behind you, you get the impression that you’ve gotten away with it, the <<if $random == 1>>man<<elseif $random == 2>>woman<</if>> still completely fixated on the stores window display. Annoyingly, you do spot a nearby guard, and from the way he’s facing you get slightly worried that he might have noticed what you just did. Though, it’s hard to tell given his full-face helmet, and you’re thankfully moving fast enough that you quickly lose him in the crowd. In the back of your mind, however, you get the impression that you might have been caught, even if it’s just a complaint put against you later due to their suspicion.
Quickly heading into the general trainee store, you spot the familiar face of Tilly behind the till, the bubbly bimbo looking bored from having little to do, the shop practically empty. Waving your greeting, she almost immediately perks up, especially as you move straight over to her, saying, <span class="player">"Hey Tilly. I found this <<if $random == 1>>wallet<<elseif $random == 2>>purse<</if>> while I was out wandering around. I was wondering if maybe you could give me some points in exchange for it?"</span>.
Shrugging happily, Tilly takes it from you and begins to rustle around inside, pulling out the monetary contents and slipping them beneath the desk, the <<if $random == 1>>wallet<<elseif $random == 2>>purse<</if>> being discarded without another thought. <span class="bimbo">"That’s, like, really lucky to find a bunch of money just laying around. It’d be really tough to find the owner, and I bet the guards would just get all shouty about it, so I think it’d be fine for us to keep it. We could get so many cute dresses! But, like, yeah, you need points right. I’ll just add it into the system like a refund, that way you’ll get to buy some cute stuff too"</span>, giggles the ditzy blonde, messing around with the high-tech till.
<span class="neutral">"Trainee $firstName has been awarded $holderInt G.G.P for, refunding a cute dress that they didn’t want"</span>, announces the monotone voice of the facility AI, indicating that the transfer is complete. Smiling at Tilly, glad that it all worked out well, you thank the girl, listening on as she talks about all the nice things she’ll buy with her share of the money. Matters concluded, you [[go back to looking for pick pocketing marks|Shopping Hub Pick Pocket Search]].Weaving through the crowds, you eventually spot a <<set $random = random(1,2)>><<if $random == 1>>heavily inebriated man<<elseif $random == 2>>heavily inebriated woman<</if>> staring fixatedly through a store window. Getting a little closer, you spot what has caught their attention so fully, the business some sort of BDSM themed sex toy shop, a colourful display featuring naked slaves in various forms of bondage causing a bit of a scene. Of course, the noise and movement of the writhing pleasure and discomfort of the stores slaves is the perfect cover, especially with the <<if $random == 1>>man<<elseif $random == 2>>woman<</if>> pressing <<if $random == 1>>himself<<elseif $random == 2>>herself<</if>> up against the window.
Making an initial pass by, you brush past your intended mark, seeing if they make any reaction to your slight contact. Thankfully, your choice of target seems to have paid off, as just like you suspected, the <<if $random == 1>>man<<elseif $random == 2>>woman<</if>> doesn’t seem to even register your presence. Giving it another moment, turning around and walking by past them, you put your plan into action, with as much stealth and finesse as you can manage <<if $random == 1>>digging your hand into his back pocket, fishing out his wallet<<elseif $random == 2>>pushing your hand into her handbag, you fish out her purse<</if>> making as much distance away from them as you can without causing a scene.
Looking behind you, you get the impression that you’ve gotten away with it, the <<if $random == 1>>man<<elseif $random == 2>>woman<</if>> still completely fixated on the stores window display. Better, you can’t spot a single guard around.
Quickly heading into the general trainee store, you spot the familiar face of Tilly behind the till, the bubbly bimbo looking bored from having little to do, the shop practically empty. Waving your greeting, she almost immediately perks up, especially as you move straight over to her, saying, <span class="player">"Hey Tilly. I found this <<if $random == 1>>wallet<<elseif $random == 2>>purse<</if>> while I was out wandering around. I was wondering if maybe you could give me some points in exchange for it?"</span>.
Shrugging happily, Tilly takes it from you and begins to rustle around inside, not seeming to find anything, the <<if $random == 1>>wallet<<elseif $random == 2>>purse<</if>> being discarded without another thought. <span class="bimbo">"That, like, really sucks. I thought you’d been lucky and found a bunch of money just laying around, but there’s nothing inside. We could have gotten so many cute dresses! But, like, yeah, sorry. If you find any some other time I’d be happy to help you out though, it’s just not worth getting the guards involved, plus I hear they totally steal and stuff"</span>, answers the ditzy blonde slightly sadly, looking at you with dinner plate eyes apologetically.
Smiling slightly disappointedly at Tilly, glad that at least she was willing to help, you thank the girl, listening on as she talks about all the nice things she would have bought with her share of the money if there had been any. Matters concluded, at least for now, you [[go back to looking for pick pocketing marks|Shopping Hub Pick Pocket Search]].Deciding it’s as good a time as any, you take the opportunity to ask Villin a bit more about herself. <span class="player">"So, how did you end up working in 'The Repurposing Center'?"</span>, you casually ask, watching her reaction to see whether she’s comfortable talking about it.
Shrugging, but also slightly nervous, Villin answers, <span class="female">"It’s a bit … complicated and rather a long answer. Are you really sure you want to hear about it?"</span>.
Nodding your desire to continue, she offers you a small smile before quietly continuing, <span class="female">"Okay …. well, I came to the center as a trainee. I got picked up on the street walking home after a concert, I still wonder if I was just unluck or someone had it out for me. I was sad to have been brought here and didn’t work very hard, it just didn’t seem worthwhile. The guards were bullies, as were many of the other trainees at the time, so I became very … you know, reclusive as a result. It all ended up with me not coming out of my bedroom because everything just felt horrible"</span>.
Her tone becoming a little melancholy, she keeps going, <span class="female">"They tried a few things to make me a more valuable slave. At first, they thought that I was just shy and lonely, so they sent in some bunny-girls who tried to recruit me, they even gave me some tainted food that caused me to grow my bunny ears and tail. But, I wasn’t really interested, even if they were trying to be nice. After that they had the guards drag me to jobs a few times, but they stopped that after I just sort of sat there not engaging with it all. Eventually they put me working at some BDSM brothel for a little while, which I kind of … you know, I kind of maybe liked it. Sadly, by that point they’d already made their decision that I wasn’t worth the additional time to train me up, so they just sort of sent me to auction"</span>.
<span class="female">"Don’t worry though, things get better from there"</span>, she adds, trying to put a cheerier note on the conversation. <span class="female">"So, I was kind of upset to get sent to auction just as things were getting slightly better, especially when they told me how low the starting bid was going to be. I’d hear the horror stories about what happens to cheap slaves, mostly bought up by big businesses as cheap sex toys, so I was really worried. But, when we got put on show before the auction, I met Mr Alfonsi and he took a liking to me. He’d been looking for a new waitress for her restaurant, and needed someone with some talent with a piano, and well that was me. Staff members and in-facility business owners get a special discount on purchasing slaves, and when Mr Alfonsi showed that he was willing to pay more than the minimum bid for me, I guess the other bidders decided it wasn’t worth the hassle to get in a bidding war and he bought me"</span>.
Letting out a tiny laugh, Villin goes on, <span class="female">"I was kind of nervous about being bought. Despite him seemingly lovely before the auction, you never know whether that’s just an act. But, Mr Alfonsi was really nice and took care of me. He just wanted an employee, nothing else, which I think was what I needed at the time. Mr Alfonsi was like a father to me, and he taught me so much about music and cooking, and well lots of things. He kept me on as a slave for a few years, though I had a nice room in his apartment, and he got me whatever I wanted, within reason at least. But, he also kept putting some money aside, though I didn’t know it at the time. Well, he … he bought my freedom"</span>.
Slightly confused you ask, <span class="player">"Bought your freedom? I thought he already owned you. Also, is that normal?"</span>, wondering what all this could mean in terms of your own future.
Shaking her head slightly, she responds, <span class="female">"It’s kind of complicated, but I’ll try to explain it. Slaves aren’t considered citizens anymore, they’re only considered as property, at least by the law. There are a bunch of rules and regulations regarding how you treat your slaves, but they don’t have rights in the same way, same as animals basically. The problem is, if you were to be let free, then all your pre-slavery rights have already been removed, which at the very least would mean you’d be considered in the country illegally, that in turn probably just ends up with you being re-enslaved. So, by bought my freedom what I mean is that he payed them to reinstate me as a full citizen. That way I wouldn’t just be randomly re-captured, and I’d get to go back to living normally. The problem is that it’s kind of expensive, plus the government doesn’t like doing it, so they make it a legal nightmare to get done"</span>
<span class="female">"As a result, not many masters are willing to go through with letting a slave go, even one they really like. You sometimes hear about rich owners putting it in their will to do so, but generally people aren’t that willing to. That’s why I was so shocked that Mr Alfonsi did, especially after only a few years of owning me"</span>, smiling wistfully Villin continues, <span class="female">"But, I felt kind of bad about putting him so much out of pocket, and I didn’t really know what to do with myself afterwards. It’s not like I had savings or even a resume to fall back on. So, I decided, at least for the time being, that I’d stay with Mr Alfonsi and keep working for him. Try and pay him back for everything he’s done for me, you know. I still even live in his spare room"</span>.
After that, the bunny-girl continues to talk about her general daily life working at Restaurant Alfonsi, though you think you’ve managed to hear most of the relevant points. Overall, it seems like she’s pretty happy with the way things are, though it’s easy to see that she feels she’s a bit of burden on the fatherly business owner. On the other side of things though, it makes you happy to hear that there are at least other ways to get your freedom, rare as they may be.
Seeing no more conversation to be had on this topic, you [[return to chatting with Villin|Restaurant Alfonsi Spend Time With Villin]].Deciding it’s as good a time as any, you take the opportunity to ask Villin what she’s looking for in terms of dating. <span class="player">"So, what sort of person would you consider your perfect partner?"</span>, you casually ask, watching her reaction to see whether she’s comfortable talking about it.
Turning beet red and visibly shrinking in her seat, Villin meekly answers in a tone that makes it obvious how embarrassed she is, <span class="female">"… What! Why … I mean, erm … that’s … are you sure you really want to know?"</span>.
Nodding a little, but not trying to push the issue after seeing how uncomfortable she is, you add, <span class="player">"I was just curious, but it’s okay if you don’t want to say. We can talk about …"</span>, your words interrupted by a high pitched nervous response from the shy bunny-girl.
<span class="female">"It’s .. it’s okay, I guess. I .. I’m not very good at this sort of thing, so I would probably be better off with someone who can … you know, take charge. Other than that, I suppose I’d like someone who was nice to me and would go with me to places so we could make fun memories together. They’d have to at least be willing to put up with my music interest, though it’s not something I’d, you know, force on anybody. They’d also …. no, never mind, that’s not …"</span>, stalling awkwardly, she looks around, trying to change the subject.
<span class="female">"But, yeah. I like guys and girls, so I’m pretty open on those sorts of things. It’s been a while since I’ve done much in terms of … well, stuff, but I’d like to do that too. I kind of, er, I sort of like bondage, that always looked … you know, like it could be fun. I’m not really sure past that though, I don’t have a particular look that I’m into, other than maybe preferring someone who’s taller than me, but that’s not too hard to manage"</span>.
Letting out a nervous laugh, the bunny-girl rapidly changes the subject, being a lot more talkative in her attempts to get past the previous conversation, all the talk about dating and sex having embarrassed her to the core. As such, you continue to talk about both your general daily lives within the facility. Overall, it seems like she’s pretty happy with the way things are, though it’s also clear that she’s looking for a deep and meaningful relationship.
Seeing no more conversation to be had on this topic, you [[return to chatting with Villin|Restaurant Alfonsi Spend Time With Villin]].Deciding it’s as good a time as any, you take the opportunity to ask Villin what she knows about the treatment that all trainees receive. <span class="player">"So, do you know anything about the treatment they give all the new arrivals?"</span>, you casually ask, watching her reaction to see whether she’s comfortable talking about it.
Looking at you a little confused, Villin answers, <span class="female">"I mean, I had it but I’m not too sure about all the details. I guess I might know something, maybe, but it’s hard to tell what’s a rumour and what’s the truth"</span>.
Nodding a little, but wanting to push for whatever details she knows, you add, <span class="player">"That’s okay, I’m just curious really. Honestly, I’d love to hear what you know, even if it’s just turns out to be rumours and stories that people have made up"</span>.
Shrugging a little, but smiling, she continues, <span class="female">"Well, I guess that’s okay then. Just, like I said, don’t take all of this as proven or true or anything. I got the treatment a few years back, and I know others who have too. From what I’ve seen, it seems to have detectors, so they can find you if you try and run, whilst also letting them more easily transform people. I don’t know how that works, but, I’ve seen how they sometimes put things in food that only effect slaves who’ve had the treatment, which is why I think it must have some impact on transforming people. It also … you know, makes you more … down there …"</span>, a hint of embarrassment creeping into her tone.
<span class="female">"Er, but, alright. Yeah, so, you hear all sorts of rumours, so you can never tell the whole truth, but I’ve heard they can stun you through it, but how that would work I can’t say. It just doesn’t make sense if it’s some sort of medicine for them to be able to control it from range, especially if it’s years later. I’ve also heard some people say that it makes the slaves really healthy, like to the point where they don’t age or get sick anymore. I had it a few years back, and I haven’t gotten ill or changed to look much older, but it’s hard to tell if that’s just me looking after myself or something more. If it was really the case that it was so good, then why would they be using it on slaves instead of, well, you know, like themselves"</span>.
Her voice becoming increasingly nervous, almost as if she thinks that this sort of conversation isn’t a smart thing to be doing, the bunny-girl rapidly changes the subject. Becoming a lot more talkative in her attempts to get past the previous conversation, all the talk about possible corporate secrets having shaken her a little. As such, you continue to talk about both your general daily lives within the facility. Overall, it seems like she’s pretty happy, and it’s possible that she might have given you some good information to go on in terms of the treatment.
Seeing no more conversation to be had on this topic, you [[return to chatting with Villin|Restaurant Alfonsi Spend Time With Villin]].Deciding it’s as good a time as any, you take the opportunity to ask Villin why she wears a collar, curious to figure out if it’s just a fashion statement or something more. <span class="player">"So, that’s a really nice collar, where did you get it from?"</span>, you casually ask, watching her reaction to see whether she’s comfortable talking about it.
Looking at you a little unsure, Villin answers slightly anxiously, <span class="female">"Thanks .. erm, it was a gift a while back. I don’t know where they got it from, but I’m sure you could get one like it somewhere in the facility. There’s probably a shop that could make you one to order at least"</span>.
Nodding a little but wanting to push for more information after seeing her cagey response, you add, <span class="player">"That’s okay, I’ll have to look around. Who gave you yours? I can ask them if they’re around, that’ll make it much easier to find somewhere that could make one"</span>.
<<if $villinRelationship <25>>Shaking her head, the bunny-girl responds after a moments thought, <span class="female">"Sorry, but it’s sort of … I guess personal. I just don’t really want to talk about it. I don’t really know you very well and it’s just … it’s a thing … you know …"</span>, her discomfort becoming more palpable by the second.<<else>>
Letting out a short breathy sigh, the bunny-girl responds after a moments though, <span class="female">"I suppose … it’s a bit personal, but I guess it would be okay to tell you. I got given it to me early on after Mr Alfonsi bought me. I don’t think he was entirely comfortable doing so, but I kept being hassled by the guards and other staff. They would see me walking around and mistake me for a trainee still, and it lead to a couple of close calls. One of the guards helped me out, and I think he suggested the idea to Mr Alfonsi too. Anyway, Mr Alfonsi bought me the collar back when I was his slave so that people would know I was owned and wasn’t running away or anything, so they’d leave me alone"</span>.
Unsure why that was something she wanted to keep so quiet, not entirely sure where the issue was, you’re unsure what to say next. Still, Villin seems to pick up on your confusion and begins looking increasingly shy as she adds, <span class="female">"It’s all just kind of embarrassing. I like wearing it. Even after I got my freedom back, it just seemed right to wear it. Comforting even. Plus … well, back when I was a trainee I spent a little time working at a BDSM brothel and it was kind of … I don’t know, sort of hot. So, I sort of wear it for a few reasons … I guess …."</span>, her words trailing off as her blush grows significantly.<</if>>
Seeing no more conversation to be had on this topic, you [[return to chatting with Villin|Restaurant Alfonsi Spend Time With Villin]].You sit nervously, nothing else to do but worry about what’s going to happen to you. As the minutes roll by, you start to feel a tickling around your scalp. A spreading warmth indicates to you that something is happening to you head, more specifically, likely to your hair.
Your suspicions are confirmed, as before your very eyes, you spot in a nearby reflection your hair begins to shine with an unnatural glow. Entranced, you watch on in awe as your hair shimmers and gleams, some sort of change trying to take effect. <<set $random = random(1,4)>><<if ($random == 1 && $hairColour = "brown") || ($random == 2 && $hairColour = "blonde") || ($random == 3 && $hairColour = "red") || ($random == 1 && $hairColour = "black")>>Strangely, nothing seems to happen, the unnatural effect ebbing away a few moments later, possibly because your hair already has the intended alteration<<elseif $random == 1>>Before your very eyes your $hairColour hair begins to shift in tone, becoming a dark and woody colour<<set $hairColour = "brown">><<elseif $random == 2>>Before your very eyes your $hairColour hair begins to shift in tone, becoming a light and sunny colour<<set $hairColour = "blonde">><<elseif $random == 3>>Before your very eyes your $hairColour hair begins to shift in tone, becoming a fiery red colour<<set $hairColour = "red">><<elseif $random == 4>>Before your very eyes your $hairColour hair begins to shift in tone, becoming a deep oily black colour<<set $hairColour = "black">><</if>>. All the while, Dr.Radcliff looks on intently, making copious notes on his clipboard.
In the end your $hairColour <<checkHair>> length hair is clearly visible to you in your reflection, thankfully not changing in such a way that its style is affected. Dr.Radcliff notes these changes with a smile, measuring them precisely before he’ll finally consider your session complete.<<if $femininty >=80>><<set $femininity =100>><<else>><<set $femininity +=20>><</if>>You sit nervously, nothing else to do but worry about what’s going to happen to you. As the minutes roll by, you start to feel an odd tingling all over. A spreading warmth indicates to you that something is happening to you though what it is you cannot tell. Not wanting to cause any issues, you try and sit as still as possible.
Your suspicions are confirmed, as before your very eyes you see your entire frame begin to look significantly daintier, major changes to your body making you look all the more feminine. You run your hands over each other to check them out, causing you to moan out loud, unable to resist the pleasant sensation. Your soft skin seems extremely sensitive to your touch. All the while Dr.Radcliff looks on intently, making copious notes on his clipboard.
In the end you now feel decidedly more feminine. Dr.Radcliff notes these changes with a smile, measuring them precisely before he’ll finally consider your session complete.You sit nervously, nothing else to do but worry about what’s going to happen to you. As the minutes roll by, you start to feel an odd tingling all over. A spreading warmth indicates to you that something is happening to you though what it is you cannot tell. Not wanting to cause any issues, you try and sit as still as possible.
Starting with your head, the first thing you notice is that the warmth is concentrating itself right at the top of your scalp. <<if $hairLength <7>>Before your very eyes you watch on as your hair begins to lengthen dramatically, progressing from its previous <<checkHair>> length all the way down to now being <<if $hairLength <=4>><<set $hairLength += 3>><<else>><<set $hairLength = 7>><</if>><<checkHair>><<else>>From the way it tingles, you half expect your hair to grow, however, seeing as it’s already practically touching the floor it doesn’t seem to have much of an effect<</if>>. <<if $hairColour != "red">>The wave of heat rolling down so it encompasses the entire length of your long luscious locks of $hairColour hair, you watch on in shock as it suddenly shifts into a coppery tone that looks very playful and fiery<<set $hairColour = "red">><<else>>The way the heat keeps concentrating on your hair, spreading across the entirety of it, you get the impression that it might be trying to change your hair colour, but, looking down at your long luscious locks of hair you see that they remain a fiery red colour<</if>>. Further, your hair <<if $hairStyle != "pair of cute pigtails">>begins to twist and style itself on its own accord, altering itself from the $hairStyle you previously had into a <<set $hairStyle = "pair of cute pigtails">> $hairStyle<<else>>begins moving of its own accord, almost as if it’s trying to style itself, however, it soon settles down, leaving you with the unchanged $hairStyle you came in with<</if>>.
Next, moving down your form you realize <<if $femininity !=100>><<if $femininity <= 80>><<set $femininity += 20>><<else>><<set $femininity = 100>><</if>>that your face has become notably more feminine, your features softening and becoming both prettier and cuter by the second<<else>>your face warming up but, confusingly, staying unchanged, seemingly happy to stay as it is<</if>>. You also feel a strange sensation of vertigo overcome you, as if everything was bigger than you remembered it to be, <<if $height >60>><<if $height >= 66>><<set $height -= 6>><<else>><<set $height = 60>><</if>>your suspicions confirmed as you spot your reflection in nearby mirror, noticing that you’ve shrunk down in height significantly, your new height about $height inches tall<<else>>however, when you take stock of the situation, it seems you’re just as short as you always were, your height unaffected<</if>>.
Working its way down, you next feel the sensation strike your chest, <<if $breastSize == 0>><<set $breastSize = 3>>a pair of <<checkBreast>> sized boobs springing out where you previously had none<<elseif $breastSize == 17>>strangely though it seems to have little effect, your <<checkBreast>> breasts just feeling nice and sensitive from the sudden rush of heat<<else>><<set $breastSize += 1>>your breasts gaining slightly in size, pushing out until they finally become what you’d guess were approximately <<checkBreast>> sized<</if>>. As the tingling feels just about to end, you realize that the last of it is spreading across your bottom and thighs, the result of which is, <<if $assSize !=0>><<set $assSize -= 1>>your ass shrinking down until it’s about <<checkAss>> sized<<else>>no visible change to your ass<</if>> whilst your thighs <<if $thighSize !=0>><<set $thighSize -= 1>>reduce in size, contracting inwards until they look <<checkThigh>> sized<<else>>seem to remain unchanged<</if>>. All the while Dr.Radcliff looks on intently, making copious notes on his clipboard.
In the end your form has altered extensively, your appearance now looking like a cute red-headed girl next door. Dr.Radcliff, meanwhile, notes your new pretty form with a smile, documenting it precisely and extensively before he’ll finally consider your session complete, loudly exclaiming, <span class="male">"Astounding, truly astounding. Such a dramatic change and an interesting one at that. I’m sure that this will be invaluable to our research. You’re positively adorable, I'm sure that potential owners will queue up for miles to get the chance to bid on you"</span>. <<set $thighSize +=1>>You sit nervously, nothing else to do but worry about what’s going to happen to you. As the minutes roll by, you start to feel an odd stretching sensation from down below your waist. A spreading warmth indicates to you that something is happening to your thighs. Unsure how to deal with the matter, not wanting to put undue pressure on them, you spread your legs wide, giving them room to do whatever they’re doing.
Your suspicions are confirmed, as before your very eyes you see the expansion of your thighs, jiggling outward and gaining in mass. You run your hands over them to check them, causing you to moan out loud, unable to resist the pleasant sensation, your soft thighs extremely sensitive to your touch. All the while Dr.Radcliff looks on intently, making copious notes on his clipboard.
In the end you are now the proud owner of a <<checkThigh>> sized set of thighs. Dr.Radcliff notes these changes with a smile, measuring them precisely before he’ll finally consider your session complete. Before he’s finished, he has also ordered changes of clothing to accommodate your new size to be sent to your room.You sit nervously, nothing else to do but worry about what’s going to happen to you. As the minutes roll by, you start to feel an odd tingling all over. A spreading warmth indicates to you that something is happening to you though what it is you cannot tell. Not wanting to cause any issues, you try and sit as still as possible.
<<if $ears != 1>><<set $ears = 1>>Your suspicions are confirmed as the warmth spreads to the top of your head, before your very eyes a pair of cat-like ears shifting out from the confines of your hair. You run your hands over each of them to check them out, causing you to moan out loud, unable to resist the pleasant sensation, your new ears extremely sensitive to your touch. All the while Dr.Radcliff looks on intently, making copious notes on his clipboard.<<else>><<set $tail = 1>> Your suspicions are confirmed as the warmth spreads down towards your bum, before your very eyes a fluffy cat tail pressing out from the base of your spine. You run your hands over it inquisitively to check it out, causing you to moan out loud, unable to resist the pleasant sensation, your new tail extremely sensitive to your touch. All the while Dr.Radcliff looks on intently, making copious notes on his clipboard.<</if>>
In the end you now have a new feline trait, though only a minor one really. Dr.Radcliff notes your new animalistic change with a smile, documenting it precisely and extensively before he’ll finally consider your session complete.You sit nervously, nothing else to do but worry about what’s going to happen to you. As the minutes roll by, you start to feel an odd stretching sensation within your chest. A spreading warmth indicates to you that something is happening to your chest, more specifically you think you’re likely <<if $breastSize ==0>>growing breasts<<else>>having your breasts expand<</if>>.
Your suspicions are confirmed, as before your very eyes you see the expansion of breasts, jiggling outward and gaining in mass at an almost alarming rate. Running your hands over them to check them out, you can’t help but moan out loud, unable to resist the pleasant sensation. Your soft heaving mounds are extremely sensitive to your touch and a little heavy too. All the while Dr.Radcliff looks on intently, making copious notes on his clipboard.
<<if $breastSize <= 7>><<set $breastSize +=10>><<else>><<set $breastSize = 17>><</if>>In the end, upon your chest now sit a pair of humongous <<checkBreast>> boobs, the rapid growth causing them to still occasionally wobble about. Dr.Radcliff notes these changes with a smile, measuring them precisely before he’ll finally consider your session complete. Before he’s finished, he has also ordered changes of clothing to accommodate your new size to be sent to your room.You sit nervously, nothing else to do but worry about what’s going to happen to you. As the minutes roll by, you start to feel an odd tingling all over. A spreading warmth indicates to you that something is happening to you though what it is you cannot tell. Not wanting to cause any issues, you try and sit as still as possible.
<<if $ears != 3>><<set $ears = 3>>Your suspicions are confirmed as the warmth spreads to the top of your head, before your very eyes a pair of long rabbit ears shifting out from the confines of your hair. You run your hands over each of them to check them out, causing you to moan out loud, unable to resist the pleasant sensation, your new ears extremely sensitive to your touch. All the while Dr.Radcliff looks on intently, making copious notes on his clipboard.<<else>><<set $tail = 3>> Your suspicions are confirmed as the warmth spreads down towards your bum, before your very eyes a tiny puffball rabbit tail pressing out from the base of your spine. You run your hands over it inquisitively to check it out, causing you to moan out loud, unable to resist the pleasant sensation, your new tail extremely sensitive to your touch. All the while Dr.Radcliff looks on intently, making copious notes on his clipboard.<</if>>
In the end you now have a new bunny trait, though only a minor one really. Dr.Radcliff notes your new animalistic change with a smile, documenting it precisely and extensively before he’ll finally consider your session complete.<<set $skinType = 1>><<if $altColour == "none" || !$altColour >><<set $altColour = $hairColour>><</if>>You sit nervously, nothing else to do but worry about what’s going to happen to you. As the minutes roll by, you start to feel an odd tingling all over. A spreading warmth indicates to you that something is happening to you though what it is you cannot tell. Not wanting to cause any issues, you try and sit as still as possible.
Your suspicions are confirmed, as a strange tingling breaks out across you skin, that too soon accompanied by visible changes. Before your very eyes, to your shock, patches of short fur breaking out all over your body in little clumps. You run your hands over one of the outbreaks, causing you to moan out loud, unable to resist the pleasant sensation. Your lightly furred seems extremely sensitive to your touch. All the while Dr.Radcliff looks on intently, making copious notes on his clipboard.
In the end your now <<checkSkin>> form settles, the tinging warmth dissipating leaving you with the thin coating of fine $altColour fur all over. Dr.Radcliff notes these changes with a smile, measuring them precisely before he’ll finally consider your session complete.<<if $hairLength <=4>><<set $hairLength +=3>><<else>><<set $hairLength = 7>><</if>><<set $hairStyle = "straight but slightly unkempt style">>You sit nervously, nothing else to do but worry about what’s going to happen to you. As the minutes roll by, you start to feel a tickling around your scalp. A spreading warmth indicates to you that something is happening to you head, more specifically, likely to your hair.
Your suspicions are confirmed, as before your very eyes, your hair starts growing out at an incredibly rapid rate. The soft rub, as hair grows tickling your ears on the way past and making you laugh out, unable to resist the sensation. All the while, Dr.Radcliff looks on intently, making copious notes on his clipboard.
In the end your $hairColour hair has now extending itself, leaving it <<checkHair>> in length. The downside is that your hair has also been messed up by the sudden growth, becoming unkempt and lacking a definitive style. Dr.Radcliff notes these changes with a smile, measuring them precisely before he’ll finally consider your session complete.You sit nervously, nothing else to do but worry about what’s going to happen to you. As the minutes roll by, you start to feel an odd tingling all over. A spreading warmth indicates to you that something is happening to you though what it is you cannot tell. Not wanting to cause any issues, you try and sit as still as possible.
<<if $ears != 5>><<set $ears = 5>>Your suspicions are confirmed as the warmth spreads to the top of your head, before your very eyes a pair of slightly floppy cow ears shifting out from the confines of your hair. You run your hands over each of them to check them out, causing you to moan out loud, unable to resist the pleasant sensation, your new ears extremely sensitive to your touch. All the while Dr.Radcliff looks on intently, making copious notes on his clipboard.<<else>><<set $tail = 4>> Your suspicions are confirmed as the warmth spreads down towards your bum, before your very eyes a long tail ending in a tiny puffball pressing out from the base of your spine, it taking you an extra moment to realize that you’ve sprouted a cow tail. You run your hands over it inquisitively to check it out, causing you to moan out loud, unable to resist the pleasant sensation, your new tail extremely sensitive to your touch. All the while Dr.Radcliff looks on intently, making copious notes on his clipboard.<</if>>
In the end you now have a new bovine trait, though only a minor one really. Dr.Radcliff notes your new animalistic change with a smile, documenting it precisely and extensively before he’ll finally consider your session complete.<<set $assSize = 5>><<set $thighSize = 3>>You sit nervously, nothing else to do but worry about what’s going to happen to you. As the minutes roll by, you start to feel an odd stretching sensation from your behind. A spreading warmth indicates to you that something is happening to your bum. Not wanting to put pressure on it during a change, you roll over, sticking your ass up in the air.
Your suspicions are confirmed, as before your very eyes you see the expansion of your buttocks, jiggling outward and gaining in mass until it’s incredibly large in size. You run your hands over them to check them, causing you to moan out loud, unable to resist the pleasant sensation, your soft bum extremely sensitive to your touch. All the while Dr.Radcliff looks on intently, making copious notes on his clipboard.
Thinking it’s all over, you suddenly then feel the warmth shift, flowing down slightly into your thigh region. Slightly shocked, you watch on as your thighs begin to grow too, becoming thicker. The rippling feeling as the expand feels great, though you’re still more than a little confused at the sudden shift. Thinking for a moment, you wonder if maybe the increase in your thighs might be intentional, meant to help you better support your enormous buttocks.
In the end you are now the proud owner of a <<checkAss>> sized ass, supported by a <<checkThigh>> sized pair of thighs. Dr.Radcliff notes these changes with a smile, measuring them precisely before he’ll finally consider your session complete. Before he’s finished, he has also ordered changes of clothing to accommodate your new size to be sent to your room.You sit nervously, nothing else to do but worry about what’s going to happen to you. As the minutes roll by, you start to feel an odd tingling all over. A spreading warmth indicates to you that something is happening to you though what it is you cannot tell. Not wanting to cause any issues, you try and sit as still as possible.
Starting with your head, the first thing you notice is that the warmth is concentrating itself right at the top of your scalp. <<if $hairLength <7>>Before your very eyes you watch on as your hair begins to lengthen dramatically, progressing from its previous <<checkHair>> length all the way down to now being <<if $hairLength <=4>><<set $hairLength += 3>><<else>><<set $hairLength = 7>><</if>><<checkHair>><<else>>From the way it tingles, you half expect your hair to grow, however, seeing as it’s already practically touching the floor it doesn’t seem to have much of an effect<</if>>. <<if $hairColour != "platinum blonde">>The wave of heat rolling down so it encompasses the entire length of your long luscious locks of $hairColour hair, you watch on in shock as it suddenly shifts into a platinum blonde tone, so bright that you momentarily wonder if it might be glowing<<set $hairColour = "platinum blonde">><<else>>The way the heat keeps concentrating on your hair, spreading across the entirety of it, you get the impression that it might be trying to change your hair colour, but, looking down at your long luscious locks of hair you see that they remain platinum blonde<</if>>.
Next, moving down your form you realize <<if $femininity !=100>><<if $femininity <= 80>><<set $femininity += 20>><<else>><<set $femininity = 100>><</if>>that your face has become notably more feminine, your features softening and becoming both cuter and sexier by the second<<else>>your face warming up but, confusingly, staying unchanged, seemingly happy to stay as it is<</if>>. Additionally, your lips seem to be affected <<if $lipSize <3>>to an even greater degree, your <<checkLips>> mouth expanding all the way until it’s an extremely overtly sexual permanent ‘O’ shape your lips are so thick<<set $lipSize = 3>><<else>>though not noticeably, heating up but not visibly changing<</if>>.
Working its way down, you next feel the sensation strike your chest, <<if $breastSize == 0>><<set $breastSize = 7>>a pair of rapidly growing <<checkBreast>> sized boobs springing out where you previously had none<<elseif $breastSize == 17>>strangely though it seems to have little effect, your <<checkBreast>> breasts just feeling nice and sensitive from the sudden rush of heat<<else>><<if $breastSize <=12>><<set $breastSize += 5>><<else>><<set $breastSize = 17>><</if>>your breasts gaining significantly in size, pushing out until they finally become what you’d guess were approximately <<checkBreast>> sized<</if>>. As the tingling feels just about to end, you realize that the last of it is spreading across your bottom and thighs, the result of which is, <<if $assSize !=5>><<set $assSize =5>>your ass expanding out until it’s an <<checkAss>> size<<else>>no visible change to your ass<</if>> whilst your thighs <<if $thighSize !=3>><<set $thighSize =3>>gain in size, growing until they look <<checkThigh>><<else>>seem to remain unchanged<</if>>. All the while Dr.Radcliff looks on intently, making copious notes on his clipboard.
In the end your form has altered extensively, your appearance now looking like a stereotypical bimbo. Dr.Radcliff, meanwhile, notes your new voluptuous form with a smile, documenting it precisely and extensively before he’ll finally consider your session complete, loudly exclaiming, <span class="male">"Astounding, truly astounding. Such a dramatic change and an interesting one at that. I’m sure that this will open a lot of doors for you. You’d make a lovely stripper, brothel worker or even a waitress. Just thinking about how valuable a quick bimbo-ization treatment could be makes my day"</span>.You sit nervously, nothing else to do but worry about what’s going to happen to you. As the minutes roll by, you start to feel an odd tingling all over. A spreading warmth indicates to you that something is happening to you though what it is you cannot tell. Not wanting to cause any issues, you try and sit as still as possible.
Starting with your head, the first thing you notice is that the warmth is concentrating itself right at the top of your scalp, <<if $ears != 1>><<set $ears = 1>>a pair of fluffy cat-like ears shifting into existence as they poke up through your hair<<else>>however, whatever the warmth is trying to do it seems unable to this time<</if>>. Next, moving down your form you realize <<if $femininity !=100>><<if $femininity <= 80>><<set $femininity += 20>><<else>><<set $femininity = 100>><</if>>that your face has become notably more feminine, your features softening and becoming cuter by the second<<else>>your face warming up but, confusingly, staying unchanged, seemingly happy to stay as it is<</if>>. Working its way down, you next feel the sensation strike your chest, <<if $breastSize == 0>><<set $breastSize = 3>>a pair of <<checkBreast>> sized boobs springing out where you previously had none<<elseif $breastSize <5>><<set $breastSize += 1>>your breasts gaining slightly in size, pushing out until they finally become what you’d guess were <<checkBreast>> sized<<elseif $breastSize >10>><<set $breastSize -= 1>>to your surprise actually shrinking your breasts slightly, your boobs contracting down into what you would guess were <<checkBreast>> in size<<else>>strangely though it seems to have little effect, your <<checkBreast>> breasts just feeling nice and sensitive from the sudden rush of heat<</if>>.
Continuing on, you feel the warmth concentrate at the base of your spine, <<if $tail != 1>><<set $tail = 1>>a long snaking fluffy cat tail springing out as an extension of it, the new appendage flicking about playfully<<else>>yet despite preparing yourself for something to happen in realty nothing seems to change, at this point you guess it’s likely because you already have a cat tail<</if>>. As the tingling feels just about to end, you realize that the last of it is spreading across your bottom and thighs, the result of which is, <<if $assSize >3>><<set $assSize -=1>>your ass shrinking down until it’s only <<checkAss>> size<<else>>no visible change to your ass<</if>> whilst your thighs <<if $thighSize >1>><<set $thighSize -=1>>reduce slightly in size, contracting until they look <<checkThigh>> sized<<else>>seem to remain unchanged<</if>>. All the while Dr.Radcliff looks on intently, making copious notes on his clipboard.
In the end your form has altered extensively, your appearance now that of a stereotypical cat-girl. Dr.Radcliff, meanwhile, notes your new animalistic changes with a smile, documenting it precisely and extensively before he’ll finally consider your session complete, loudly exclaiming, <span class="male">"Astounding, truly astounding. Such a dramatic change and an interesting one at that. I’m sure the cat-girls will be impressed with how effective it is at converting people to their cause, when it’s fully tested that is"</span>.You sit nervously, nothing else to do but worry about what’s going to happen to you. As the minutes roll by, you start to feel an odd tingling all over. A spreading warmth indicates to you that something is happening to you though what it is you cannot tell. Not wanting to cause any issues, you try and sit as still as possible.
Starting with your head, the first thing you notice is that the warmth is concentrating itself right at the top of your scalp, <<if $ears != 3>><<set $ears = 3>>a pair of cute and fluffy bunny ears shifting into existence as they poke up through your hair<<else>>however, whatever the warmth is trying to do it seems unable to this time<</if>>. Next, moving down your form you realize <<if $femininity !=100>><<if $femininity <= 80>><<set $femininity += 20>><<else>><<set $femininity = 100>><</if>>that your face has become notably more feminine, your features softening and becoming cuter by the second, your nose twitching a little in the process<<else>>your face warming up but, confusingly, staying unchanged, seemingly happy to stay as it is<</if>>. Working its way down, you next feel the sensation strike your chest, <<if $breastSize == 0>><<set $breastSize = 3>>a pair of <<checkBreast>> sized boobs springing out where you previously had none<<elseif $breastSize <5>><<set $breastSize += 1>>your breasts gaining slightly in size, pushing out until they finally become what you’d guess were <<checkBreast>> sized<<elseif $breastSize >10>><<set $breastSize -= 1>>to your surprise actually shrinking your breasts slightly, your boobs contracting down into what you would guess were <<checkBreast>> in size<<else>>strangely though it seems to have little effect, your <<checkBreast>> breasts just feeling nice and sensitive from the sudden rush of heat<</if>>.
Continuing on, you feel the warmth concentrate at the base of your spine, <<if $tail != 3>><<set $tail = 3>>a short puffball rabbit tail springing out as an extension of it, the tiny new appendage wiggling about playfully<<else>>yet despite preparing yourself for something to happen in realty nothing seems to change, at this point you guess it’s likely because you already have a bunny tail<</if>>. As the tingling feels just about to end, you realize that the last of it is spreading across your bottom and thighs, the result of which is, <<if $assSize >3>><<set $assSize -=1>>your ass shrinking down until it’s only <<checkAss>> size<<else>>no visible change to your ass<</if>> whilst your thighs <<if $thighSize >1>><<set $thighSize -=1>>reduce slightly in size, contracting until they look <<checkThigh>> sized<<else>>seem to remain unchanged<</if>>. All the while Dr.Radcliff looks on intently, making copious notes on his clipboard.
In the end your form has altered extensively, your appearance now that of a stereotypical bunny-girl. Dr.Radcliff, meanwhile, notes your new animalistic changes with a smile, documenting it precisely and extensively before he’ll finally consider your session complete, loudly exclaiming, <span class="male">"Astounding, truly astounding. Such a dramatic change and an interesting one at that. I’m sure the bunny-girls will be extremely pleased to meet you and will love the chance to add a new sister to their numbers"</span>.You sit nervously, nothing else to do but worry about what’s going to happen to you. As the minutes roll by, you start to feel an odd tingling all over. A spreading warmth indicates to you that something is happening to you though what it is you cannot tell. Not wanting to cause any issues, you try and sit as still as possible.
Starting with your head, the first thing you notice is that the warmth is concentrating itself right at the top of your scalp, <<if $ears != 5>><<set $ears = 5>>a pair of slightly droop cow ears shifting into existence as they poke up through your hair<<else>>however, whatever the warmth is trying to do it seems unable to this time<</if>>. Next, moving down your form you realize <<if $femininity !=100>><<if $femininity <= 80>><<set $femininity += 20>><<else>><<set $femininity = 100>><</if>>that your face has become notably more feminine, your features softening and becoming cuter by the second <<else>>your face warming up but, confusingly, staying unchanged, seemingly happy to stay as it is<</if>>. Working its way down, you next feel the sensation strike your chest, <<if $breastSize == 0>><<set $breastSize = 5>>a pair of rapidly growing <<checkBreast>> sized boobs springing out where you previously had none<<elseif $breastSize == 17>>strangely though it seems to have little effect, your <<checkBreast>> breasts just feeling nice and sensitive from the sudden rush of heat<<else>><<if $breastSize <=14>><<set $breastSize += 3>><<else>><<set $breastSize = 17>><</if>>your breasts gaining significantly in size, pushing out until they finally become what you’d guess were approximately <<checkBreast>> sized<</if>>. Additionally, <<if $nippleSize !=3>><<set $nippleSize = 3>>your nipples also seem effected by the changes, extending lewdly until they finally look <<checkNipple>> in nature<<else>>your nipples also feel extremely over sensitive, though you spot no direct change<</if>>.
Continuing on, you feel the warmth concentrate at the base of your spine, <<if $tail != 4>><<set $tail = 4>>a long puffball ended cow tail springing out as an extension of it, your tail lazily swaying from side to side as you watch it<<else>>yet despite preparing yourself for something to happen in realty nothing seems to change, at this point you guess it’s likely because you already have a cow tail<</if>>. As the tingling feels just about to end, you realize that the last of it is spreading across your bottom and thighs, the result of which is, <<if $assSize !=5>><<set $assSize +=1>>your ass expanding out until it’s about <<checkAss>> sized<<else>>no visible change to your ass<</if>> whilst your thighs <<if $thighSize !=3>><<set $thighSize +=1>>gain slightly in size, growing until they look <<checkThigh>> sized<<else>>seem to remain unchanged<</if>>. All the while Dr.Radcliff looks on intently, making copious notes on his clipboard.
You’re just about to consider the whole thing over, however, a rumbling in your stomach makes you take pause. Holding your tummy worriedly, you see <<if !$udder>><<set $udder = true>>strange growths start to erupt from where you’re holding. Not sure what to do, but the sensation becoming quickly more pleasant and bearable, you watch on as the growth becomes bulbous and pink, a set of four long nipple-like additions growing off of it. Taking stock of what just happened, you gulp as your realize you just grew an udder!<<else>>nothing change. A little confused, you check on your udder, making sure it’s okay, but find nothing of note. Shrugging, you decide that it was likely nothing.<</if>>
In the end your form has altered extensively, your appearance now that of a stereotypical cow-girl. Dr.Radcliff, meanwhile, notes your new animalistic changes with a smile, documenting it precisely and extensively before he’ll finally consider your session complete, loudly exclaiming, <span class="male">"Astounding, truly astounding. Such a dramatic change and an interesting one at that. I’m sure the dairy will be very interested in you. Even if you don’t produce any milk, they still have regular hucow competitions and farm festivals that I’m sure they’d love to show you off at"</span>.You sit nervously, nothing else to do but worry about what’s going to happen to you. As the minutes roll by, you start to feel an odd tingling all over. A spreading warmth indicates to you that something is happening to you though what it is you cannot tell. Not wanting to cause any issues, you try and sit as still as possible.
Starting with your head, the first thing you notice is that the warmth is concentrating itself right at the sides of your head, <<if $ears != 4>><<set $ears = 4>>a futuristic looking metal antennas emerging from the sides of your head where ears would normally reside<<else>>however, whatever the warmth is trying to do it seems unable to this time<</if>>.
Further, you notice is that the tingling sensation seems to be centring itself right at the top of your scalp. <<if $hairLength <2>>Before your very eyes you watch on as your hair begins to lengthen, progressing from its previous <<checkHair>> length until it is now just <<set $hairLength = 2>><<checkHair>> in length<<elseif $hairLength >2>>Before your very eyes you watch on as your hair begins to pull back into your head, shortening from its previous <<checkHair>> length until it is now just <<set $hairLength = 2>><<checkHair>> in length<<else>>From the way it tingles, you half expect your hair to grow, however, it doesn’t seem to have much of an effect, staying at its current relatively short length<</if>>. <<if $hairColour != "gold">>The wave of heat rolling down so it encompasses the entire length of your short locks of $hairColour hair, you watch on in shock as it suddenly shifts into a gleaming metallic gold tone that looks both stylish and opulent<<set $hairColour = "gold">><<else>>The way the heat keeps concentrating on your hair, spreading across the entirety of it, you get the impression that it might be trying to change your hair colour, but, looking down at your short locks of hair you see that they remain a stylish and opulent metallic gold colour<</if>>. Further, your hair <<if $hairStyle != "stylish short bob">>begins to twist and style itself on its own accord, altering itself from the $hairStyle you previously had into a <<set $hairStyle = "stylish short bob">> $hairStyle<<else>>begins moving of its own accord, almost as if it’s trying to style itself, however, it soon settles down, leaving you with the unchanged $hairStyle you came in with<</if>>.
<<if $skinType != 3>>What shocks you the most, however, is when the strange tingling beings to breaks out across the entirety of your skin. Watching in surprised awe a nearby reflection of yourself, you watch on as patches of metal begin breaking out all over your body, slowly advancing to the point that they encompass the entirety of your skin. The result of which, in the end, is that your skin has shifted from its previous <<checkSkin>> form, becoming <<set $skinType = 3>><<checkSkin>> in nature<<else>>You briefly become worried as a strange tingling breaks out across the entirety of your skin. However, the worry seems to be for naught, as very soon you realize that nothing is happening, your <<checkSkin>> metallic skin left unchanged<</if>>. After the matter of your skin, when the heat doesn’t cease, you guess what might be next, not at all surprised when your skin begins to momentarily glow as some sort of effect tries to take root. <<if $altColour != "chrome">>Watching the beautiful shine, it doesn’t take long for something to happen, the colour of your sleek metallic form taking on a gleaming <<set $altColour = "chrome">>$altColour tone<<else>>Watching the beautiful shine, it quickly fades, leaving no hint of what it was trying, your metallic skin still a gleaming $altColour colour<</if>>. All the while Dr.Radcliff looks on intently, making copious notes on his clipboard.
In the end your form has altered extensively, your appearance now rather shiny and robotic in nature. Dr.Radcliff, meanwhile, notes your new machine-like changes with a smile, documenting it precisely and extensively before he’ll finally consider your session complete, loudly exclaiming, <span class="male">"Astounding, truly astounding. Such a dramatic change and an interesting one at that. To think that a biological fusion of metals and electronics would even be possible, let alone look so stylish and wonderful. I’m sure that the idea of a gleaming chrome cyborg maid or sex slave is a very appealing one, such that you’ll never go without an eager owner once you leave these hallowed halls of science"</span>.You sit nervously, nothing else to do but worry about what’s going to happen to you. As the minutes roll by, you start to feel an odd tingling all over. A spreading warmth indicates to you that something is happening to you though what it is you cannot tell. Not wanting to cause any issues, you try and sit as still as possible.
Starting with your head, the first thing you notice is that the warmth is concentrating itself right at the top of your head, <<if $hornType != 5>><<set $hornType = 5>>a pair of intimidating yet sexy demonic horns shifting into existence as they poke up through your hair<<else>>however, whatever the warmth is trying to do it seems unable to this time<</if>>. Further, the next thing you realize is that the tingling sensation across your scalp doesn’t seem abated, likely doing something else too. <<if $hairLength <7>><<set $hairStyle = "straight but slightly unkempt style">>Before your very eyes you watch on as your hair begins to lengthen dramatically, progressing from its previous <<checkHair>> length all the way down to now being <<set $hairLength += 3>><<checkHair>>. Though, the rapid growth also seems to have had the sad side effect of messing up your hairstyle<<else>>From the way it tingles, you half expect your hair to grow, however, seeing as it’s already practically touching the floor it doesn’t seem to have much of an effect<</if>>. <<if $hairColour != "black">>The wave of heat rolling down so it encompasses the entire length of your long luscious locks of $hairColour hair, you watch on in shock as it suddenly shifts into a deep and mystifying black tone that looks very sultry and enticing<<set $hairColour = "black">><<else>>The way the heat keeps concentrating on your hair, spreading across the entirety of it, you get the impression that it might be trying to change your hair colour, but, looking down at your long luscious locks of hair you see that they remain a deep black colour<</if>>.
After that, to your surprise, your skin begins to momentarily glow as some sort of effect tries to take root. <<if $skinTone != "red">>Watching the beautiful shine, it doesn’t take long for something to happen, the colour of your visible skin changing into a deep and fiery <<set $skinTone = "red">>$skinTone tone<<else>>Watching the beautiful shine, it quickly fades, leaving no hint of what it was trying, your visible skin still a deep and fiery $skinTone colour<</if>>. Next, spreading across your back, you shift about to clear some space behind you, feeling <<if $wingType != 2>><<set $wingType = 2>>a pair of leathery demonic wings shift into existence out of your back, the non-functional new appendages likely to take a little getting used to<<else>>like something is going to happen, however, it seems that nothing does, your leathery demonic wings remaining as they are unchanged<</if>>. Finally, you feel the warmth concentrate at the base of your spine, <<if $tail != 8>><<set $tail = 8>>a long spade tipped tail springing out as an extension of it, the thin tails swaying about almost hypnotically<<else>>yet despite preparing yourself for something to happen in realty nothing seems to change, at this point you guess it’s likely because you already have a demonic tail<</if>>.
In the end your form has altered extensively, your appearance now rather sexual and demonic in nature. Dr.Radcliff, meanwhile, notes your new mysterious changes with a smile, documenting it precisely and extensively before he’ll finally consider your session complete, loudly exclaiming, <span class="male">"Astounding, truly astounding. Such a dramatic change and an interesting one at that. I’m not even sure what this is! Is it just cosmetic, or some sort of amalgamation of unknown DNA structures. I don’t know the answer, but I’ll surely have to look into it. Until then, I’m you’re your new rather unique and overtly sexual form will go down practically swimmingly with various guests. My guess is you’ll become in high demand around here, and with good cause"</span>.You sit nervously, nothing else to do but worry about what’s going to happen to you. As the minutes roll by, you start to feel an odd tingling all over. A spreading warmth indicates to you that something is happening to you though what it is you cannot tell. Not wanting to cause any issues, you try and sit as still as possible.
Starting with your head, the first thing you notice is that the warmth is concentrating itself right at the top of your head, <<if $hornType != 4>><<set $hornType = 4>>a pair of intimidating yet elegant draconic horns shifting into existence as they poke up through your hair<<else>>however, whatever the warmth is trying to do it seems unable to this time<</if>>. Further, the next thing you realize is that the tingling sensation across your scalp doesn’t seem abated, shifting only slightly down and to the sides of your head, likely doing something else too. <<if $ears !=8>><<set $ears = 8>>Popping into place just a little further back and to the sides of your horns, all of a sudden a pair of scaled dragon ears push out, making your head feel a little crowded<<else>>But, nothing really seems to happen, the tingling dissipating downward without any visible change<</if>>.
<<if $skinType != 5>>What shocks you the most, however, is when the strange tingling beings to breaks out across the entirety of your skin. Watching in surprised awe a nearby reflection of yourself, you watch on as patches of reptilian scales begin breaking out all over your body, slowly advancing to the point that they encompass the entirety of your skin. The result of which, in the end, is that your skin has shifted from its previous <<checkSkin>> form, becoming <<set $skinType = 5>><<checkSkin>> in nature<<else>>You briefly become worried as a strange tingling breaks out across the entirety of your skin. However, the worry seems to be for naught, as very soon you realize that nothing is happening, your <<checkSkin>> scaled skin left unchanged<</if>>. After the matter of your skin, when the heat doesn’t cease, you guess what might be next, not at all surprised when your skin begins to momentarily glow as some sort of effect tries to take root. <<if $altColour != "green">>Watching the beautiful shine, it doesn’t take long for something to happen, the colour of your sleek scaled form taking on an almost metallic <<set $altColour = "green">>$altColour tone<<else>>Watching the beautiful shine, it quickly fades, leaving no hint of what it was trying, your scaled skin still an almost metallic $altColour tone<</if>>. Next, spreading across your back, you shift about to clear some space behind you, feeling <<if $wingType != 1>><<set $wingType = 1>>a pair of majestic dragon wings shift into existence out of your back, the non-functional new appendages likely to take a little getting used to<<else>>like something is going to happen, however, it seems that nothing does, your majestic dragon wings remaining as they are unchanged<</if>>. Finally, you feel the warmth concentrate at the base of your spine, <<if $tail != 7>><<set $tail = 7>>a long chunky scaled tail springing out as an extension of it, the thick presence remaining remarkably still as your shift about<<else>>yet despite preparing yourself for something to happen in realty nothing seems to change, at this point you guess it’s likely because you already have a draconic tail<</if>>.
In the end your form has altered extensively, your appearance now mysterious and draconic in nature. Dr.Radcliff, meanwhile, notes your new mysterious changes with a smile, documenting it precisely and extensively before he’ll finally consider your session complete, loudly exclaiming, <span class="male">"Astounding, truly astounding. Such a dramatic change and an interesting one at that. I’m not even sure what this is! Is it just cosmetic, or some sort of amalgamation of unknown DNA structures. I don’t know the answer, but I’ll surely have to look into it. Until then, I’m sure your new rather unique and marvellous form will go down practically swimmingly with various guests. At the very least I feel people will have an interest in hiring you to make appearances, just to show you off"</span>.You sit nervously, nothing else to do but worry about what’s going to happen to you. As the minutes roll by, you start to feel an odd tingling all over. A spreading warmth indicates to you that something is happening to you though what it is you cannot tell. Not wanting to cause any issues, you try and sit as still as possible.
Starting with your head, the first thing you notice is that the warmth is concentrating itself right at the top of your scalp. <<if $hairLength <7>>Before your very eyes you watch on as your hair begins to lengthen dramatically, progressing from its previous <<checkHair>> length all the way down to now being <<if $hairLength <=4>><<set $hairLength += 3>><<else>><<set $hairLength = 7>><</if>><<checkHair>><<else>>From the way it tingles, you half expect your hair to grow, however, seeing as it’s already practically touching the floor it doesn’t seem to have much of an effect<</if>>. <<if $hairColour != "brown">>The wave of heat rolling down so it encompasses the entire length of your long luscious locks of $hairColour hair, you watch on in shock as it suddenly shifts into a rich and sultry dark brown colour<<set $hairColour = "brown">><<else>>The way the heat keeps concentrating on your hair, spreading across the entirety of it, you get the impression that it might be trying to change your hair colour, but, looking down at your long luscious locks of hair you see that they remain a rich and sultry dark brown colour<</if>>. Further, your hair <<if $hairStyle != "luxurious braided ponytail">>begins to twist and style itself on its own accord, altering itself from the $hairStyle you previously had into a <<set $hairStyle = "luxurious braided ponytail">> $hairStyle<<else>>begins moving of its own accord, almost as if it’s trying to style itself, however, it soon settles down, leaving you with the unchanged $hairStyle you came in with<</if>>.
Next, moving down your form you realize <<if $femininity !=100>><<if $femininity <= 80>><<set $femininity += 20>><<else>><<set $femininity = 100>><</if>>that your face has become notably more feminine, your features softening and becoming both prettier and sexier by the second<<else>>your face warming up, but, confusingly, staying unchanged, seemingly happy to remain as it is<</if>>. Additionally, your lips seem to be affected <<if $lipSize <3>>to some degree, your <<checkLips>> lips plumping up until they’re now <<set $lipSize += 1>><<checkLips>> in nature<<else>>though not noticeably, heating up but not visibly changing<</if>>. More so, you also feel a strange sensation of vertigo overcome you, as if everything was smaller than you remembered it to be, <<if $height <70>><<if $height <= 64>><<set $height += 6>><<else>><<set $height = 70>><</if>>your suspicions confirmed as you spot your reflection in nearby mirror, noticing that you’ve become taller in height significantly, your new height about $height inches tall<<else>>however, when you take stock of the situation, it seems you’re just as tall as you always were, your height unaffected<</if>>.
Working its way down, you next feel the sensation strike your chest, <<if $breastSize == 0>><<set $breastSize = 5>>a pair of <<checkBreast>> sized boobs springing out where you previously had none<<elseif $breastSize == 17>>strangely though it seems to have little effect, your <<checkBreast>> breasts just feeling nice and sensitive from the sudden rush of heat<<else>><<if $breastSize <= 14>><<set $breastSize += 3>><<else>><<set $breastSize = 17>><</if>>your breasts gaining decently in size, pushing out until they finally become what you’d guess were approximately <<checkBreast>> sized<</if>>. As the tingling feels just about to end, you realize that the last of it is spreading across your bottom and thighs, the result of which is, <<if $assSize !=5>><<set $assSize += 1>>your ass plumping out until it’s about <<checkAss>> sized<<else>>no visible change to your ass<</if>> whilst your thighs <<if $thighSize !=3>><<set $thighSize += 1>>increasing in size, expanding outwards until they look <<checkThigh>> sized<<else>>seem to remain unchanged<</if>>. All the while Dr.Radcliff looks on intently, making copious notes on his clipboard.
In the end your form has altered extensively, your appearance now looking like a sultry and elegant brunette. Dr.Radcliff, meanwhile, notes your new voluptuous form with a smile, documenting it precisely and extensively before he’ll finally consider your session complete, loudly exclaiming, <span class="male">"Astounding, truly astounding. Such a dramatic change and an interesting one at that. I’m sure that this will open a lot of doors for you. You’re … well amazing. I’m sure your new change will ensure that you’ll be desire of every socialite and bachelor in the capital. I believe none of them will be able to resist your graceful charms "</span>. <span class="male">"These are the available skin tones we have on offer"</span>, explains Dr. Radcliff as he fetches for you a menu filled with swatches of material, listing the various colour options. Waiting patiently, he takes a seat at a nearby stool as you peruse the list, looking over the options available to you.
<hr>
Skin Tone Menu:<table>
<tr>
<td>Pale</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "pale" checked>></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Fair</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "fair">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Tanned</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "tanned">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Olive</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "olive">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Dark</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "dark">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Very Dark</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "very dark">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Red</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "red">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Black</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "black">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>White</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "white">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Grey</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "grey">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Blue</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "blue">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Green</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "green">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Purple</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "purple">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Orange</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "orange">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Yellow</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "yellow">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Pink</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "pink">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Chrome</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "chrome">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Silver</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "silver">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Gold</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "gold">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Bronze</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "bronze">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Neon Pink</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "neon pink">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Custom Colour</td><td></td><td><<textbox "$skinTone" "">></td>
</tr>
</table><<button [[Choose skin tone|Clinic Skin Tone Change]]>><</button>>
<<return "Cancel Procedure">><span class="male">"Not too complex a procedure, but a bit of an irritating one"</span>, adds Dr.Radcliff as you point out your selection, <span class="male">"The subjects normally find themselves changed to their new intended skin tone within the hour. I’ve not really got much of preference when it comes to these sort of things, so if you want to try out new skin tones I’m not going to chide you for checking out various ones. Really, I’m quite happy to have someone to experiment on, though these sorts of treatments are already exceedingly well tested"</span>.
The doctor motions for you to sit down on a desk chair for a moment as he goes looking for something. You’re not too sure what you expected, but from his comment on the complexity of the procedure you’re starting to think that it might not happen to you sitting on this chair. However, you’ve yet to see any restraints, and, given that you're volunteering for this procedure, you feel less nervous about the situation, taking the seat as instructed.
After a few minutes wait, the doctor returns, a pair of goggles in one hand and a vial of something bright red in colour in the other.
<span class="male">"You'll need to start by taking off any clothes you're wearing, don’t worry it’s just so it doesn’t end up getting ruined. After you’ve done that I’ll need you to follow me, the device for this procedure is located in another lab"</span>, directs the doctor as he stands watching, <span class="male">"The procedure isn’t too difficult to perform, it’s just a little hard work resources-wise. We have these cylindrical tanks in the next lab over, you’ll need to get in one of those. Then I pop this mixture into the reservoir and it’ll expose you to it. You’ll need to wear a breathing mask and these goggles while it happens but other than that there isn’t much to the procedure"</span>, he continues as <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>you remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>you remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>you're already naked so don't need to get undressed<</if>>. You swiftly put on the goggles when he hands them to you, not wanting to risk not wearing them, before following him out of a back door in the lab.
Now naked, you enter the next lab, immediately seeing the selection of liquid filled metallic tanks, ladders on the side allowing access. A large window on one side letting those outside see anyone within. Climbing up into it, you brace yourself expecting the contained liquid to be cold. However, happily it’s actually quite warm, almost relaxingly so, the faint smell of strawberries wafting across your senses. Looking around you spot a breathing mask on the top wall of the tank and proceed to equip it, remembering the previous directions from the doctor. Now completely ready, you submerge yourself fully, floating nakedly suspended in the mysterious liquid. Through the glass you can see Dr. Radcliff outside, smiling his hand positioned in a thumbs-up. You return the signal to indicate you’re okay, watching as he pours the red vial into a slot on the device. Almost immediately the water begins to turn a pale pink, though other than that you see no changes taking place. Relaxing a little you wait, the doctor watching on patiently.
After a few minutes, your skin starts to tingle. You can’t really spot anything of note, though given the colouring of the water, the presence of your goggles, and the fact that you’re just changing your skin tone, you’re almost relieved that nothing unusual is happening. You do, however, start to feel an odd oversensitivity, as a wave of sensation suddenly strikes you from your skin readjusting to the new changes. Held in the warm solution, everything just feels nice and comforting, maybe even a little arousing.
A little while later, the strange tingling recedes, taking along with it the oversensitivity. Looking through the window, you see Radcliff is giving you a gesture to get out. With a couple of kicks, you propel yourself to the top of the tank, taking off the goggles and breathing mask as you pull yourself out and return next to the doctor. Getting your breath back from the odd experience you, you take stock of your body, looking down your body meticulously. The changes are obvious, your skin now $skinTone in tone and colour.
The doctor looks on smiling for a moment, before walking over with a small mirror in hand. Letting you get a good view of behind you as he adjusts it, confirming that the procedure is complete, and the skin is indeed now $skinTone in appearance. Assured the procedure is complete you relax ready to carry on.
[["Did you want anything else?"|Clinic General Transformation Options]] Asks the doctor smiling.<span class="female">"These are the options available for skin painting <<if $femininity >=0>>miss<<else>>mister<</if>> $firstName"</span>, whispers Anna as she stumbles, grabbing for a laminated menu, listing the colour options. After taking a moment to recompose herself, her face having turned a deep red, she gracefully hands you the catalogue, filled with pictures of the different colour options.
<hr>
Skin Tone Menu:<table>
<tr>
<td>Pale</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "pale" checked>></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Fair</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "fair">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Tanned</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "tanned">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Olive</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "olive">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Dark</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "dark">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Very Dark</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "very dark">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Red</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "red">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Black</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "black">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>White</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "white">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Grey</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "grey">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Blue</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "blue">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Green</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "green">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Purple</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "purple">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Orange</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "orange">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Yellow</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "yellow">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Pink</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "pink">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Chrome</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "chrome">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Silver</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "silver">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Gold</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "gold">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Bronze</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "bronze">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Neon Pink</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$skinTone" "neon pink">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Custom Colour</td><td></td><td><<textbox "$skinTone" "">></td>
</tr>
</table><<button [[Choose skin tone|Salon Skin Tone Initialised]]>><</button>>
<<return "Cancel Procedure">>You point at the option to have your body painted $altColour, handing the laminated menu back to Anna. She gives a short bow, as she takes it chiming quietly a, <span class="female">"Yes <<if $femininity >=0>>miss<<else>>mister<</if>>, a very good choice"</span>. Gently directing you towards a paint stained metal plate on the ground, she runs over to a table top, looking over a selection of brightly coloured bottles.
<span class="female">"<<if $femininity >=0>>Miss<<else>>Mister<</if>> $firstName, the body painting ... we offer here is very impressive, it doesn't ... fade with time, instead working into the skin ... at a deeper level. You should find that even with damage it will ... stay the same as it already is, the new colour also won't fade"</span>, the quiet woman explains, occasionally stopping to collect herself.
Taking a moment, she continues, <span class="female">"I'll also ... you'll .. naked. I ... all your body. Need to be meticulous ... in applying it"</span>. Her face bright red in blush as she stumbles over her words even more than usual, obvously feeling awkward about making sure you're nude. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>You remove your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>You remove your $currentClothing as directed, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>You remove your $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>Thankfully you're already naked so don't need to get undressed<</if>>.
Walking back over to you, Anna is now carrying a glass bottle filled with a $altColour liquid, topping the bottle is what looks like a heftier spray on tan sprayer. Standing on the indicated spot, you let Anna get to work, spraying the contents of the bottle on your body and carefully working to ensure an even coating. Watching her in the large mirror, you see she looks much more confident, lost in her work. After a few minutes of ensuring she hasn’t missed any spots Anna takes a step back, grabbing something that looks a bit like a hairdryer. Without saying anything, she continues her task, running the hairdryer shaped device around your body. Every so often a bright flash of light springs from the device, the section it’s being pointed at suddenly becoming slightly warm, the sensation tingling across your <<checkSkin>> skin. Every so often she has you move about so she can access a couple of spots that need an extra coating, using the spray bottle and then the hairdryer like device. She blushes heavily whenever she has to spray somewhere intimate, like around your <<checkAss>> bum, her embarrassment held somewhat in check by her professionalism.
Another 10 minutes later, Anna puts down the hairdryer like device, her face somewhere in between an excited giddiness and her usual submissive attitude. <span class="female">"Is <<if $femininity >=0>>miss<<else>>mister<</if>> happy with the new colour?"</span>, she asks, picking up a hand mirror from the counter, holding it behind you so that you can get a full view of your freshly painted body.
Your skin tone is now $skinTone, just like the picture in the catalogue. Smiling, you nod your assent. Anna gives you a wide, heart-warming smile, obviously glad you are content with her work.
Happy with your new skin tone [[you go back to considering salon treatments|Salon Transformation Options]]<<if lastVisited("Glory Hole Job Male") < 5>>You continue on serving a number of clients, heading into the little rooms. However, your remaining clients are quite standard, only wanting basic oral attention.
<<set $random = random(3,8)>><<set $earnings += ($random *25)+($lipSize * 25)+($oralSexSkill * 50)+($analSexSkill * 50)>><<if $vagina && $vaginalSexSkill !=0>><<set $earnings += $vaginalSexSkill * 50>><</if>><<if $penis && $penisSexSkill !=0>><<set $earnings += $penisSexSkill * 50>><</if>><<set $ggp += $earnings>><<set $timesSuckedDick += ($random -1)>><hr><b>Earnings Report - Gloryhole</b>
You served $random clients : <<set $holderInt = $random *25>>G.G.P + $holderInt <<if $lipSize !=0>><br><br>Bonus for having pleasurable lips : <<set $holderInt = $lipSize * 25>>G.G.P + $holderInt<</if>><<if $oralSexSkill !=0>><br><br>Bonus for oral sex skill : <<set $holderInt = $oralSexSkill * 50>>G.G.P + $holderInt<</if>><<if $analSexSkill !=0>><br><br>Bonus for anal sex skill : <<set $holderInt = $analSexSkill * 50>>G.G.P + $holderInt<</if>><<if $vagina && $vaginalSexSkill !=0>><br><br>Bonus for vaginal sex skill : <<set $holderInt = $vaginalSexSkill * 50>>G.G.P + $holderInt<</if>><<if $penis && $penisSexSkill !=0>><br><br>Bonus for penile sex skill : <<set $holderInt = $penisSexSkill * 50>>G.G.P + $holderInt<</if>>
Overall earned G.G.P = $earnings
<hr><<elseif lastVisited("Glory Hole Job Female") < 5>>You continue on serving a number of clients, heading into the little rooms. However, your remaining clients are quite standard, only wanting basic oral attention.
<<set $random = random(3,8)>><<set $earnings += ($random *25)+($lipSize * 25)+($oralSexSkill * 50)+($analSexSkill * 50)>><<if $vagina && $vaginalSexSkill !=0>><<set $earnings += $vaginalSexSkill * 50>><</if>><<if $penis && $penisSexSkill !=0>><<set $earnings += $penisSexSkill * 50>><</if>><<set $ggp += $earnings>><<set $timesPussyLicked += ($random-1)>><hr><b>Earnings Report - Gloryhole</b>
You served $random clients : <<set $holderInt = $random *25>>G.G.P + $holderInt <<if $lipSize !=0>><br><br>Bonus for having pleasurable lips : <<set $holderInt = $lipSize * 25>>G.G.P + $holderInt<</if>><<if $oralSexSkill !=0>><br><br>Bonus for oral sex skill : <<set $holderInt = $oralSexSkill * 50>>G.G.P + $holderInt<</if>><<if $analSexSkill !=0>><br><br>Bonus for anal sex skill : <<set $holderInt = $analSexSkill * 50>>G.G.P + $holderInt<</if>><<if $vagina && $vaginalSexSkill !=0>><br><br>Bonus for vaginal sex skill : <<set $holderInt = $vaginalSexSkill * 50>>G.G.P + $holderInt<</if>><<if $penis && $penisSexSkill !=0>><br><br>Bonus for penile sex skill : <<set $holderInt = $penisSexSkill * 50>>G.G.P + $holderInt<</if>>
Overall earned G.G.P = $earnings
<hr><<elseif lastVisited("Glory Hole Job Mixed") < 5>>You continue on serving a number of clients, heading into the little rooms. However, your remaining clients are quite standard, only wanting basic oral attention.
<<set $random = (random(3,8))>><<set $earnings += ($random *25)+($lipSize * 25)+($oralSexSkill * 50)+($analSexSkill * 50)>><<if $vagina && $vaginalSexSkill !=0>><<set $earnings += $vaginalSexSkill * 50>><</if>><<if $penis && $penisSexSkill !=0>><<set $earnings += $penisSexSkill * 50>><</if>><<set $ggp += $earnings>><<set $timesPussyLicked +=2>><<set $timesSuckedDick += $random - 3>><hr><b>Earnings Report - Gloryhole</b>
You served $random clients : <<set $holderInt = $random *25>>G.G.P + $holderInt <<if $lipSize !=0>><br><br>Bonus for having pleasurable lips : <<set $holderInt = $lipSize * 25>>G.G.P + $holderInt<</if>><<if $oralSexSkill !=0>><br><br>Bonus for oral sex skill : <<set $holderInt = $oralSexSkill * 50>>G.G.P + $holderInt<</if>><<if $analSexSkill !=0>><br><br>Bonus for anal sex skill : <<set $holderInt = $analSexSkill * 50>>G.G.P + $holderInt<</if>><<if $vagina && $vaginalSexSkill !=0>><br><br>Bonus for vaginal sex skill : <<set $holderInt = $vaginalSexSkill * 50>>G.G.P + $holderInt<</if>><<if $penis && $penisSexSkill !=0>><br><br>Bonus for penile sex skill : <<set $holderInt = $penisSexSkill * 50>>G.G.P + $holderInt<</if>>
Overall earned G.G.P = $earnings
<hr><</if>>
With your pay received you clean up<<if $currentClothing != "Naked" || $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>, put back on your clothing<</if>> and <a data-passage="Travel Back">travel back to your room</a>.<<if lastVisited("Brothel Job Male") < 5>>You continue on serving a number more clients in a normal little brothel room. However, your remaining clients are quite standard, only wanting basic <<if $vagina>>vaginal sex<<else>>anal sex<</if>>.
<<set $random = random(2,4)>><<set $earnings += ($random *50)>><<if $breastSize >=4>><<set $earnings += 50>><</if>><<if $assSize >=2>><<set $earnings += 50>><</if>><<if $penis && $penisSize >= 3>><<set $earnings += 50>><</if>><<if $analSexSkill >0>><<set $earnings += (50 * $analSexSkill)>><</if>><<if $vagina && $vaginalSexSkill !=0>><<set $earnings += $vaginalSexSkill * 50>><</if>><<if $penis && $penisSexSkill !=0>><<set $earnings += $penisSexSkill * 50>><</if>><<set $ggp += $earnings>><<if $vagina>><<set $timesVaginallyFucked += ($random -1)>><<else>><<set $timesAnallyFucked += ($random -1)>><</if>><hr><b>Earnings Report - Brothel</b>
You served $random clients : <<set $holderInt = $random *50>>G.G.P + $holderInt<<if $breastSize >=4>><br><br>Bonus for big breasts : G.G.P + 50<</if>><<if $assSize >=2>><br><br>Bonus for big ass : G.G.P + 50<</if>><<if $penis && $penisSize >= 3>><br><br>Bonus for big cock : G.G.P + 50<</if>><<if $analSexSkill !=0>><br><br>Bonus for anal sex skill : <<set $holderInt = $analSexSkill * 50>>G.G.P + $holderInt<</if>><<if $vagina && $vaginalSexSkill !=0>><br><br>Bonus for vaginal sex skill : <<set $holderInt = $vaginalSexSkill * 50>>G.G.P + $holderInt<</if>><<if $penis && $penisSexSkill !=0>><br><br>Bonus for penile sex skill : <<set $holderInt = $penisSexSkill * 50>>G.G.P + $holderInt<</if>>
Overall earned G.G.P = $earnings
<hr><<elseif lastVisited("Brothel Job Female") < 5>> You continue on serving a number more clients in a normal little brothel room. However, your remaining clients are quite standard, only wanting basic <<if $vagina>>lesbian sex<<else>>penetrative vaginal sex<</if>>.
<<set $random = random(2,4)>><<set $earnings += ($random *50)>><<if $breastSize >=4>><<set $earnings += 50>><</if>><<if $assSize >=2>><<set $earnings += 50>><</if>><<if $penis && $penisSize >= 3>><<set $earnings += 50>><</if>><<if $analSexSkill >0>><<set $earnings += (50 * $analSexSkill)>><</if>><<if $vagina && $vaginalSexSkill !=0>><<set $earnings += $vaginalSexSkill * 50>><</if>><<if $penis && $penisSexSkill !=0>><<set $earnings += $penisSexSkill * 50>><</if>><<set $ggp += $earnings>><<if $vagina>><<set $timesLesbianSex += ($random -1)>><<else>><<set $timesFuckedPussy += ($random -1)>><</if>><hr><b>Earnings Report - Brothel</b>
You served $random clients : <<set $holderInt = $random *50>>G.G.P + $holderInt<<if $breastSize >=4>><br><br>Bonus for big breasts : G.G.P + 50<</if>><<if $assSize >=2>><br><br>Bonus for big ass : G.G.P + 50<</if>><<if $penis && $penisSize >= 3>><br><br>Bonus for big cock : G.G.P + 50<</if>><<if $analSexSkill !=0>><br><br>Bonus for anal sex skill : <<set $holderInt = $analSexSkill * 50>>G.G.P + $holderInt<</if>><<if $vagina && $vaginalSexSkill !=0>><br><br>Bonus for vaginal sex skill : <<set $holderInt = $vaginalSexSkill * 50>>G.G.P + $holderInt<</if>><<if $penis && $penisSexSkill !=0>><br><br>Bonus for penile sex skill : <<set $holderInt = $penisSexSkill * 50>>G.G.P + $holderInt<</if>>
Overall earned G.G.P = $earnings
<hr><<elseif lastVisited("Brothel Job Mixed") < 5>>You continue on serving a number more clients in a normal little brothel room. However, your remaining clients are quite standard, only wanting basic <<if $vagina>>vaginal or lesbian sex<<else>>penetrative vaginal or anal sex<</if>>.
<<set $random = random(2,4)>><<set $earnings += ($random *50)>><<if $breastSize >=4>><<set $earnings += 50>><</if>><<if $assSize >=2>><<set $earnings += 50>><</if>><<if $penis && $penisSize >= 3>><<set $earnings += 50>><</if>><<if $analSexSkill >0>><<set $earnings += (50 * $analSexSkill)>><</if>><<if $vagina && $vaginalSexSkill !=0>><<set $earnings += $vaginalSexSkill * 50>><</if>><<if $penis && $penisSexSkill !=0>><<set $earnings += $penisSexSkill * 50>><</if>><<set $ggp += $earnings>><<if $vagina>><<set $timesVaginallyFucked += ($random -2)>><<set $timesLesbianSex += 1>><<else>><<set $timesFuckedPussy += ($random -2)>><<set $timesAnallyFucked += 1>><</if>><hr><b>Earnings Report - Brothel</b>
You served $random clients : <<set $holderInt = $random *50>>G.G.P + $holderInt<<if $breastSize >=4>><br><br>Bonus for big breasts : G.G.P + 50<</if>><<if $assSize >=2>><br><br>Bonus for big ass : G.G.P + 50<</if>><<if $penis && $penisSize >= 3>><br><br>Bonus for big cock : G.G.P + 50<</if>><<if $analSexSkill !=0>><br><br>Bonus for anal sex skill : <<set $holderInt = $analSexSkill * 50>>G.G.P + $holderInt<</if>><<if $vagina && $vaginalSexSkill !=0>><br><br>Bonus for vaginal sex skill : <<set $holderInt = $vaginalSexSkill * 50>>G.G.P + $holderInt<</if>><<if $penis && $penisSexSkill !=0>><br><br>Bonus for penile sex skill : <<set $holderInt = $penisSexSkill * 50>>G.G.P + $holderInt<</if>>
Overall earned G.G.P = $earnings
<hr><</if>>
With your pay received you clean up<<if $currentClothing != "Naked" || $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>, put back on your clothing<</if>> and <a data-passage="Travel Back">travel back to your room</a>.</a><<removeFromInventory "Stack of diapers">>Seeing this as good a time as ever, you decide now to talk to Aunt Mildred about handing over the stack of diapers she left for you this morning. <span class="player">"Hi Aunt Mildred. You left some diapers for me to bring to you this morning, would you like me to give them to you now?"</span>, you ask, trying your best to not say anything that might give her ideas.
<span class="female">"Of course sweetheart, I’m glad you brought them along. Not only does it show how much of a good <<if $pronoun == 1>>girl<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>boy<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>baby<<elseif $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> you are, but I’ve run through so many diapers today I think I might need them. You’ve been so well behaved, I just can’t help but be proud of you"</span>, she answers in a cheery tone approaching you more closely, her hands stretched out ready to receive your offering.
Handing them over to her, she takes them with glee, looking through them to make sure they’re all there. Thumbing through the array of varied diapers, she notes each one meticulously, putting it to one side after she’s ascertained it was there. Finally, with a quick nod to herself, she toddles over to a nearby set of shelves, getting them all put away in their proper place, neatly stacked and readily available for when she next needs to change someone’s diaper.
Once she’s assured that they are all neat and tidy, she turns back to you with a big smile, <span class="female">"There we go, all done! Such a good job you did dear, very helpful of you. I’m very happy to see that you’ve completed your chore for me, it just goes to show how nice you are. After this I’m sure that all the higher ups will consider you much more obedient which means they’ll be less likely to order you punished or sent away, isn’t that great sweetheart! It certainly makes me happy at least"</span>.
Listening to her affectionate praise, the matronly woman closing in on you only to give you a particularly breast-y hug, you’re a little unsure what comes next, half expecting the task to be more complicated than it sounded. Trying to get some breathing room from her tight grip, you ask, slightly muffled, <span class="player">"Is there anything else you wanted me to do Aunt Mildred?"</span>.
Pulling back, Aunt Mildred looks at you with an even greater grin, positively overjoyed with your question. <span class="female">"No dear, that was all for now. I didn’t want to give you a task that was too complicated. I was worried if your chores required too much thought or concentration you might not be able to finish them. You are only a little <<if $pronoun == 1>>girl<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>boy<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>baby<<elseif $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<</if>> after all. That’s why your Aunt Mildred has to take care of you"</span>, letting go of you whilst making a gesture for you to leave if you want to.
Your delivery now complete, feeling slightly condescended to, you stand around awkwardly for a moment [[trying to figure out what to do next|Little Land Nursery Changing Room]].Looking around you in the truly immense main play room of The Little Land Nursery, you decide that now is as good a time as any to complete your chore of playing with toys for a while. It’s not too difficult a task <<if $submission >= 10>>and it kind of sounds fun too, just taking a break to play and have fun<<else>>though it seems a little embarrassing to play with such childish toys<</if>>, the nursery filled to the brim with brightly coloured options for you to choose from. Wandering around a bit to see what things aren’t currently being played with, you eventually settle down on a choice.
<<set $random = random(1,3)>><<if $random == 1>>In the end you pick a set of wooden blocks, coming in all shapes and sizes, though for the most part on the larger side of things, they look simple to play with and kind of fun in their own way. Sitting cross legged on a particularly cushiony mat, wiggling about until you become comfortable, you lay out all of the pieces, trying to figure out what to make with them.
Getting an idea, you decide to make a castle, maybe not the most imaginative build, but it’s a classic. Stacking the blocks one on top of another, it’s kind of relaxing, fun even. There’s just something nice about making something, even if it’s only temporary and with little wooden blocks. So much so, that you’ve made a pretty impressive little stack before long, cylindrical towers topped with brightly coloured wooden cones.<<elseif $random == 2>>In the end you pick out a set of dolls, along with a variety of dresses and accessories for them, and even a few stuffed toys to go with the collection. Having decided they could be fun to pass the time with, you sit cross legged on a particularly cushiony mat, wiggling about until you become comfortable, laying them all out in front of you.
Not entirely sure how to start, you pick up one of the dolls, a cute little blonde one with long hair and a very pretty princess style dress and look it over, kind of impressed with how detailed the toy is. Sitting it down across from you, you decide to find her a friend, looking over the various dresses and dolls you’ve found to try and match a pair up to look more princess-y. Eventually you find a green ballgown style dress that’s exactly what you’re looking for, the doll to wear it taking a little longer. Still, it’s kind of fun to dress-up the cute little figurines, almost like a very cute puzzle.<<elseif $random == 3>>In the end you pick up a few simple balls, one bigger sized one that you could play some sort of ball game with, the others smaller, including a tennis ball and a few tiny rubber balls that you’re sure will bounce really high for you if you tried to get them to. Sitting cross legged on a particularly cushiony mat, wiggling about until you become comfortable, you line up the balls in front of you, thinking over what sort of games you could play with them on your own.
Not entirely sure how to start, you pick up the biggest ball, tossing it up into the air to catch it as it zooms back down towards you. In a strange way, it’s kind of fun, catching you by surprise as you’re never sure if you’re going to manage to catch it. Getting a little bored of that after a while, you change your play-style, rolling the ball back and forth from hand to hand. Overall, you have a lot of options open to you, especially with the rubber bouncy balls that you’re sure could keep your attention for hours if you let them, soon losing track of time as you play with your balls.<</if>>
<<set _randomNPC = random(1,3)>><<if _randomNPC == 1>><span class="female">"Hello there, do you mind if we join you?"</span>, asks a cheery yet polite voice, accompanied quickly by another sweet yet slightly more brash one saying, <span class="female">"Please! Those <<if $random == 1>>blocks look so much fun, you even built a castle! I’d love to play princess with you. Can we?<<elseif $random == 2>>dolls are so awesome! We can almost never find people to play dolls with! We could even have a tea party together, if you wanted to I mean?<<elseif $random == 3>>balls look fun! We could, like, throw them about and have fun, if that’s okay with you?<</if>>"</span>. <<if visited("ABDL Job Main")>>Taking a moment to think, you recognize that the voices are attached to Daisy and Katie, the inseparable due you’ve met previously on visits to the nursery. <</if>>
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/DaisyFull.png]] [img[TRCimgs/ABDL/KatieFull.png]]</div>
Looking up you spot the two figures the speech was attached to, both with long blonde hair, blue eyes and wearing pink, a few differences separating them, such as the politer one having a pair of white bunny ears atop her head. Most of all though, what separates the pair the most is their attitudes, the bunny-girl much calmer, whilst her partner seems to be more outgoing and energetic.
Watching them for only a moment, you get the impression that the two are very sociable and probably saw you playing and thought it was a good opportunity to get to know you and introduce themselves. Not seeing any reason to turn down the offer, wondering if they’d even take no for an answer, you smile back to them <span class="player">"Sure, that’d be nice"</span>, offering them a <<if $random == 1>>block<<elseif $random == 2>>doll<<elseif $random == 3>>ball<</if>> as you do so which the brasher one takes from you happily, taking you by surprise with the speed she does so.<<elseif _randomNPC == 2>><span class="male">"Hi, can we play?"</span>, asks a slightly squeaky but confident voice from just out of sight, <span class="male">"I just saw you playing with <<if $random == 1>>those blocks and thought it might be fun too. Saw, you were building a castle, thought it might be cool to play knights and stuff<<elseif $random == 2>>dolls and thought … well, like I’m not into dolls, but it might be fun to laugh about dolls. Like as a goof or something. Not that I’d like dolls, those are for girls<<elseif $random == 3>>balls and though we could like play catch together, or I could get some of the others together and we could all play soccer together? Just seems a shame to … like, have balls and not play with them all together<</if>>"</span>.
Looking up you spot the figure the speech was attached to, his relatively short ginger hair spiked up with gel, whilst his lightly freckled face is remarkably grubby and a little bruised, a small blue plaster sitting on his cheek. Wearing a pair of baggy shorts and a t-shirt, his large diaper is pretty obvious beneath them, though, surprisingly, from the way he carries himself you get the impression that he’s not embarrassed about it, the relatively small man presenting a remarkably tough image.
Watching him for only a moment you get the impression that he seems himself as kind of the boss around here, the man certainly used to getting his own way, especially when he asks for it. Though, you do also sense very little in the way of malice in his actions, just staggering bravado and over confidence. Not seeing any reason to turn down the offer, wondering if he’d even take no for an answer, you smile back to him<span class="player">"Sure, that’d be nice"</span>, offering him a <<if $random == 1>>block<<elseif $random == 2>>doll<<elseif $random == 3>>ball<</if>> as you do so, which he thankfully takes, albeit a little roughly.<<elseif _randomNPC == 3>><span class="female">"Hi … can I play <<if $random == 1>>blocks<<elseif $random == 2>>dolls<<elseif $random == 3>>balls<</if>> with you?"</span>, asks a quiet and timid voice from the side, catching your attention as you play. <<if visited("ABDL Job Main")>>Taking a moment to think, you recognize that the voice is attached to Polly, the incredibly shy and quite girl you’ve met previously on visits to the nursery. <</if>>
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/ABDL/PollyFull.png]]</div>
Looking up you spot the figure the speech was attached to, her ginger hair in short pigtails whilst her face is covered in a heavy blushand freckles. The nervous girl, quite cute though she is, wears a full body fleecy onesie, her feet even wrapped up in the slightly fuzzy material. A pair of vivid green eyes peering at you hopefully.
Watching her for only a moment, you get the impression that she doesn’t do well talking with others, but it’s obvious she’s trying to make an effort to do so with you. Not wanting to upset her, especially with how skittish she seems, you smile back to her <span class="player">"Sure, that’d be nice"</span>, offering her a <<if $random == 1>>block<<elseif $random == 2>>doll<<elseif $random == 3>>ball<</if>> as you do so, which she thankfully takes, albeit a little tentatively.<</if>>
…
Having played for a while, you finally come to the conclusion that you’ve probably done enough. It’s hard to tell, after all Aunt Mildred didn’t give you a time frame to play in, but it’s not like you didn’t send some time playing and socializing in the nursery. You even had a good time at it, though <<if $submission >= 10>>it would be even funner to play for longer<<else>>whether you’d tell her that you’re unsure, worried that it might lead her to assigning you a worse chore<</if>>. All in all, at the very least you could probably argue that you’ve spent enough time trying, especially with all the other things you need to do in a day.
Your play time now complete, you stand around awkwardly for a moment [[trying to figure out what to do next|Little Land Nursery Play Room]].Looking around your dormitory atrium, it doesn’t take long for you to find one of the ever-present government issued guards clad in their eponymous black full body armour and full-face helm. Walking over to them, your nerves beginning to fray at the thought of the humiliating task ahead of you, all you can do is steel yourself and plunge ahead, asking in a quiet voice, <<if $submission >= 0>><span class="player">"Hi, my trainer told me to go and ask a guard to … erm … check my diaper. Would that be okay? Please?"</span><<else>><span class="player">"Hello … er … it’s a bit awkward, but I’ve got to ask you to check my diaper. My trainer told me to … but, you know, now that I have we can both … laugh this off and forget that this ever happened"</span><</if>>.
Standing there feeling more uncomfortable about your task by the second, you stand in silence, completely unable to read the emotions of the figure before you, their every feature concealed by their uniform. After a very long moment of waiting, you notice the guard shrug the most minor of shrugs, a heavily muffled voice answering, <span class="neutral">"Sure. If you were tasked to do so by a trainer then I have to"</span>, a heavily padded glove landing heavily on your shoulder to hold you in place.
Not entirely sure how to react, you stand there shivering, only now coming to terms with just how imposing the government appointed guards actually are in their thick protective gear. Meanwhle, taking your silence as consent, the spare hand of the staff member moving down to grope at your $currentUnderwear with no hesitation, the purpose for which is just as unreadable as their completely obscured face.
<<if ($diaperWettingPlay && $diaperWetCounter >= 1) || ($diaperMessingPlay && $diaperMessCounter >= 1)>>Giving your diaper a rather hefty smack as they run their hand across its soft puffy exterior, you hear a loud squelch as its contents smush up against you, making you feel a little gross and more than a little embarrassed. Smacking back against the diaper again to confirm their suspicions, another audible squishing sound proceeds their action, leaving little doubt in either of your minds to the current state of your $currentUnderwear.
In the same impassive and heavily muffled tone as before, the figure responds, <span class="neutral">"Sounds like you need a change. You should probably go and find your trainer at the first opportunity. It doesn’t seem hygienic or good for your health to sit in your waste, nor will it impress the various guests"</span>.
<span class="player">"Could you … maybe … change me …"</span>, you ask in your humiliation, thinking it might be the right thing to say to make things end best, however, you’re once more met only by a long pause of silence.
<span class="neutral">"I don’t have any diaper supplies to do so. I also am not sure if I’m qualified to do so. You’ll have to go see your trainer instead"</span>, they finally answer, their attention visibly shifting away from you as they turn around, clearly signalling that the conversation is at an end. <<else>>Giving your diaper a rather hefty smack as she runs her hand across its soft puffy exterior, you nothing but a hushed crinkling sound. Smacking back against the diaper again to confirm their suspicions, the lack of an accident caused squishing sound evident, leaving little doubt in either of your minds to the currently clean state of your $currentUnderwear, you breathe a sigh of relief that you came to the guard in a clean diaper.
In the same impassive and heavily muffled tone as before, the figure responds, <span class="neutral">"Sounds fine. If I’m wrong, then you should probably go and find your trainer at the first opportunity, diaper checking isn’t something I’ve ever had to do before. Other than that, have a good day trainee"</span>.
<span class="player">"Wait, so that’s it …"</span>, you ask in your humiliated confusion, thinking it might be the right thing to say to make things end best, however, you’re once more met only by a long pause of silence.
<span class="neutral">"Unless you were directed to do something further, then it seems so. Regardless, I don’t have any diaper supplies to change you if you needed it. I also am not sure if I’m qualified to do so. You’d have to go see your trainer instead"</span>, they finally answer, their attention visibly shifting away from you as they turn around, clearly signalling that the conversation is at an end.<</if>>
Your diaper checked by the guard, you stand around awkwardly for a moment [[trying to figure out what to do next|Dorm Hub]].Groggily coming around, feeling incredibly drowsy, you find yourself unable to fully come around, your brain running slower than you’d normally expect. It takes you a moment, but, turning your head around you soon notice that you aren’t in your bed, instead in some sort of large rather musty smelling barn, your body immobile as a result of restraints locking your neck in place.
Strangely, you don’t feel the need to be shocked or upset, just feeling an-ever present sleepiness, a sort of pleasant and relaxed state of consciousness. Looking around through heavily-lidded eyes, you notice that you’re not alone, rows and rows of other locking stalls all around, yet whilst a few are occupied by people like you, most of them are filled by real cows! Your nose now realizing the musty scent is that of animals, you also begin to hear a low hum coming from beneath you, your gaze slowly dropping to see what it is, seeing first the slightly prickly hay that covers the floor that you’re resting on.
It takes a moment to figure out what is going on, but beneath you are a pair of huge breasts. Your enormous breasts. Further, your breasts are hooked up to some sort of milking pump, the low hum the sound of the device exerting pressure to pull the creamy white milk from your ample bosom. Large tanks nearby proving just how productive your milk-makers are, you feel a brief sense of pride, mixed with an ever-present tingle of pleasure from the steady stream of milk your boobs are sending from your body.
<span class="male">"Well aren’t you a good little hucow today"</span>, chuckles a farm-hand, walking over to check the pump currently suckling your teats. <span class="male">"You’ve produced so much delicious milk for the farm, and everybody loves to see that cute drowsy face of yours. We couldn’t ask for a better milk-cow. The country-side festival is going to love you when we put you in for competition. You’ll get yourself more than a couple of ribbons I reckon. Won’t that be fun"</span>, he asks absentmindedly, talking to you like one might do to a pet or a small child, obviously not expecting an answer.
<span class="player">"Moo!"</span>, you respond happily, the cloudy drowsiness leading you to giving that response, a smile lighting up on the farm-hands face.
Patting you on the head affectionately, he carries onward, leaving you to once more lose yourself in the constant soothing sensation of the milking pump. Nothing to carry your attention any further, you let out a big yawn, your eyes drooping shut, slowly sinking back into a deep sleep in the restraints that confine you to your stall in the barn, the world going hazy once more.[[Head back to your room| interuptDestinationTime( 'Room Hub' ) ]]As you enter the lift, on your way back from your destination, things seem to be proceeding as normal, without another guest or staff member in sight. The lift is surprisingly empty when there’s no one else in it, remarkably luxurious to the point of relaxing you as soothing music gives you a moment to rest leaning up against the back rail in peace. Waiting for it to reach the dormitory floor, a fairly long trip with the path you’ve chosen, you’re almost lulled to sleep with the pleasant wooshing motion rocking you slightly.
Mid-way into your relaxing half-nap, a strange sound shakes your attention from above. A loud thud, accompanied with an odd, rumbling, <span class="neutral">"Guuuurgh"</span>, sound. At first wondering if it even happened at all, your suspicions that it’s real are soon confirmed as the thudding gets louder, the inhuman gurgling and moaning continuing along with it.
Pressing the stop button, wanting to get out of the lift as soon as possible, unsure what might be pounding upon the roof, you have little luck, the lift seemingly ignoring your instructions, still passing floors without opening for you. That’s when you notice the floor seems to be getting wetter, a constant drip, drip, drip, sounding from above from what you can only assume is some sort of broken pipe, a thick viscous blue liquid puddling at your feet. Of course, when the slimy pool begins to gather itself up, moving on its own accord, you realize that you aren’t that lucky.
Quickly trying to think of what to do, you heave your feet into the air, resting your weight on the back wall rail of the lift to avoid coming into contact with the creature. The banging getting quieter as whatever the oddity is begins assembling itself on the floor of the lift, a pair of blobby eyes and an opening resembling a mouth splitting across the center of its mass, you get the feeling that very soon it will be fully formed, ready to do whatever it intends to do.
Wracking your brain, you come up with a few ideas. For example, maybe you could try to reason with the beast, maybe fight it off even. However, from the gurgling roars and your lack of weaponry, you get the impression that running away might be better suited, perhaps finding some sort of emergency stop option on the lifts control panel. One other option does enter your mind, the thought of submitting to the blob monster and showing it you’re no threat, though given what you’ve seen in the facility you’re slightly worried that doing so will end in some pretty weird sex and perhaps worse. Still, you need to make a decision soon.
Do you:
[[Submit to the creature, letting it do what it wants to you|Travel Back Blob Monster Attack Submit][if($submission <= 98){$submission += 2;}else{$submission = 100;};]]
[[Try to resist the creature, doing your best to fend it off|Travel Back Blob Monster Attack Resist][if($submission >= -98){$submission -= 2;}else{$submission = -100;};]]Steeling the courage you need to make an escape attempt, you spring into action, knowing you don’t have time to hesitate. Still supporting yourself on the lift rail, you hastily inch around towards the control panel, watching worriedly as the blob creature seems to be getting significantly larger by the second, slowly engulfing much of the floor-space.
Reaching out, you tap at the small touch pad screen, working through as many options as you can, hoping that maybe one of them will actually help you. As the beast makes a new sound, a guttural, <span class="neutral">"Gug .. guuurgh"</span>, whatever that means, you frantically pick up the pace, pretty sure that you don’t want to find out.
<<if $nonConPlay>>Sadly, your efforts are for naught, the lift stopping, just not to let you out. Freezing up when you realize exactly what is happening, a brief thought about how this is just too convenient to be a coincidence, you try and formulate a new plan. At first, you try to convince yourself that maybe you might be able to fight the creature off, but seeing how big it’s becoming, you soon conclude that doing so would be folly. The only other option being to submit to the gelatinous beast, you take a deep breath, ready to do what you need to do to get out of this situation unscathed.
<<include [[Travel Back Blob Monster Attack Submit]]>><<else>>Thankfully, your mad dash to press the buttons seems to pay off, as after a brief and nerve-wracking moment, the lift judders to a stop, the doors opening with a hydraulic hiss. Working purely on instinct, you propel yourself off of the rail, aiming to get out of the confined space as soon as you can. Only just avoiding landing in the gooey creature, your feet colliding with the floor just outside of the lift, you spin on the spot, just in time to see a slimy tendril shaped in a shockingly penis-like form dart towards you, its intentions obvious.
Jumping back in a scrabble, you manage to nimbly avoid it, the blob fast but caught flatfooted by your movements. Turning tail, you being to flee with as much haste as you can muster, soon turning the corner. Not looking back, you’re unsure if you’re being followed, but you’ve seen enough movies to know that it’s when you turn to look back that you trip and fall into the monsters clutches. Instead, you just keep running, only stopping when you’re out of breath and can run no longer, the monster to your glee nowhere in sight.
Confused to what just happened, but glad not to have been caught by it, you shake your head before heading back to your room. You briefly wonder if maybe you should inform someone that you just got attacked by some sort of blob-like monster in a lift, but you’re pretty sure that no-one would do anything helpful. In fact, you’re half sure that whatever happened might have been a set-up by the facility.
<<include [[Travel Back End]]>><</if>><<set $timesAnallyFucked += 1>>Gulping audibly, you prepare yourself for what is about to come, slipping yourself off of the rail and onto the floor, the slime immediately taking the opportunity to blob itself around your legs, binding you in place. Becoming increasingly nervous after such an aggressive action on its part, a panicked part of your mind flitters over the thought that maybe the creature could be violent, though when it doesn’t make any further movements to engulf you or lash out at you, you begin to calm yourself down slightly.
Instead, with pseudopods comprised of slime, the creature begins poking and prodding you, <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>some of its tendrils slipping under your $currentClothing, and your $currentUnderwear, removing them from you with an carefulness that makes you sure this thing is more intelligent than it looks<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>some of its tendrils slipping under your $currentClothing, removing them with a carefulness that makes your sure this thing is more intelligent than it looks<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>some of its tendrils slipping under your $currentUnderwear, removing them with a carefulness that makes you sure this thing is more intelligent than it looks<<else>>its tendrils snaking around your nude form, as if it’s inspecting you<</if>>. Coalescing, the monster begins shifting its mass into two distinct appendages, both of them goop-y tentacles, one hovering around your ass whilst the other slowly sways towards your crotch.
The front one aiming at your genitals, the slime <<if $penis>><<set $timesFuckedPussy += 1>>configures the appendage to form a hollow within its length, with some rapidity swallowing your <<checkPenis>> cock in a single swoop, much like a snake lunging in for an attack<<else>><<set $timesVaginallyFucked += 1>>configures its form into a a penis-like head, plunging all the way into your cunt in one single swoop, much like a snake lunging in for the attack<</if>>. The only saving grace of the moment, is that due to its gloopy semi-liquid form it’s heavily lubricated, causing no harm or damage to you other than a little shock of the suddenness of it all. Meanwhile, taking advantage of the distraction, the rear tendril plunges itself deep into your rear, causing you to hiss out at the anal intrusion, a hint of pleasure from the friction shocking you in your enjoyment of this odd being’s attack.
You open your mouth to comment, but only manage a strangled moan as the gelatinous limbs within you begins to writhe and vibrate, the sensations so powerful you’d likely drop to your knees if the thing wasn’t supporting your legs in its form. At first you wonder if it’s just a result of its unique structure that the attention it gives you feels so good, but as it rhythmically undulates and suckles at your aroused nether region, you start to think that it might know a thing or two about pleasuring people, though for what reason you’re still unsure. Additionally, a pair of smaller tendrils spring out of it, slithering their way up to your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> boobs<</if>> latching onto your <<checkNipple>> nipples before starting to vibrate erotically<<if $lactating>>, breast milk squirting into the creature as it milks you<</if>>.
Squirming in pleasure within its grasp as the two tendrils begin to pump in and out of you in a steady synchronicity, it’s less than a minute or two before the methodical stimulation of the creature pushes you to the peak of pleasure. The blob monster quivering and vibrating even more, letting out another strangled growling, <span class="neutral">"Gurgh Gurrrrgh!"</span>, you watch as it begins to suck <<if $penis>>the leaking pre-cum from your dick into its form<<else>>some of your feminine juices from your pussy up into its form<</if>>, it’s colour turning more transparent and less blue as it does so, almost as if it’s feeding on your sexual fluids.
The being seemingly in the pursuit of your <<if $penis>>cum<<else>>fem-cum<</if>>, it continues to fuck you into a daze and play with your nipples, spurred on to go even faster by the first tastes of its meal. Feeling relief as your <<if $penis>>cock spurts a fountain of cum that the ooze creature begins to suck up out of it like a vacuum<<else>>pussy gushes a wave of fem-cum, that the ooze creature lodged deep within you begins to suck up like a vacuum<</if>>, you watch in quiet, exhausted awe as your <<if $penis>>cum<<else>>fem-cum<</if>> flows through its body, the blob settling down as result.
Letting go of you, the tendrils pulling back with wet <span class="neutral">"Shlorp!"</span>, the beast begins to slither up the wall languidly in retreat, leaving you to droop down to the floor tiredly as the lift continues its journey. With a loud, ding, the door finally opens, by now the being having slipped back out through the roof of the lift, not a single trace left of what just happened other than a slight dampness left on the walls and floor, and of course your nude and worn out form. Not wanting to be caught in such a state, however, you quickly remedy that, scrambling out of the lift and back on course to your dormitory room.
Confused to what just happened, but trying not to think about it, you shake your head before heading back to your room<<if $breastSize == 0>><<set $breastSize = 2>>, noticing that a weight has formed around each nipple, a pair of <<checkBreast>> boobs now sitting on your chest<<elseif $breastSize < 17>><<set $breastSize += 1>>, your breasts strangely feeling weightier from the encounter, maybe even bigger than they were before, now about a <<checkBreast>><</if>>. You briefly wonder if maybe you should inform someone that you just got attacked by some sort of blob-like monster in a lift, but humiliation and the fact that you’re pretty sure that no-one would do anything helpful prevent you. In fact, you’re half sure that whatever happened might have been a set-up by the facility.
<<include [[Travel Back End]]>>Groggily coming around, you awaken coughing and spluttering, immediately feeling a presence in your mouth that’s stopping from closing your mouth or doing much to solve the issue. Something thick and sludge-y slowly running across your tongue and down your throat, the reason for your awakening. Worse, whilst you can’t tell exactly what it is, the taste is foul, making you want to retch at the overly salty fetid flavour.
Eyes darting around, taking a moment to realize that everything is in the dark and indistinct, you try to move your hands to displace the object between your lips, wanting to get rid of the horrid substance on your tongue as soon as possible. Sadly, you’re unable to move your hands or even your head much, a tell-tale rattle accompanying your movements, indicating that you’re chained and bound in place.
Despite how bad it tastes, you can’t think of anything else to do but to swallow, not wanting to have it linger in your mouth any longer than necessary, especially with the fear of drowning in the gradually flowing substance sitting in the back of your mind. Gulping it down your throat, your mouth filling with more of the salty goop as you do, you try to keep you mind off of it, a strangely familiar scent drifting over your senses the more you wait.
Suddenly, a light appears in front of you, lighting up your situation enough for you to spot that you’re restrained in some sort of chair by chains around your wrists, ankles and neck. Whilst you can’t see your mouth in full, you’re pretty sure that you’ve got some kind of heavy-duty ring-gag holding it open, a long clear tube slotting into the front of it in such a way that it rests just below your tongue. Further, you can see little splotches of something white and with the consistency of PVC glue dripped across your nude body, scraps of the same substance lingering within your mouth tube. Weirdly, whilst you can clearly see yourself, you can’t see anything else in the room, even the floor wreathed in an all-encompassing darkness.
<span class="neutral">"Sample 31 has been dispensed. Cum-tester 3 has registered a negative response, sample 31 will be queued for further testing with this slave later. Sample 32 will be dispensed momentarily, please be patient"</span>, states a voice from where you think is ahead of you, its tone robotic and inhuman.
Moaning at the realization that you’ve indeed been swallowing down cum, a lot of cum at that, the familiar smell of sex and semen permeating the air as your brain puts all the pieces together, you’re not sure what to do. Squirming in your seat, trying to free yourself, the aftertaste of the previous foul loads still overloading your senses, inescapable due to the presence of the gag and tube combo. Meanwhile, your stomach gurgles contently in its sated state, embarrassing you to think that your own body is reacting happily to being filled with warm jizz.
<span class="neutral">"Cum-tester 3 is acting restless, dispensing calming snack. Please calm down Cum-tester 3, we'll get some of your favourite cum to you in a moment</span>, exclaims the same robotic voice as earlier, the clear pipe flexing as a vast quantity of cum begins racing down it in your direction. Unable to do anything else and fearing the volume of semen that you’ll soon have to deal with, you begin gulping frantically, hoping to dislodge the cum down your throat as quickly as possible.
Thankfully, your plan seems to work, the torrential pouring of semen from the tube being swallowed by you at an alarming pace, looking like to anyone watching that you were ravenous for the offering. Worse, the set of cum actually tastes kind of nice, something about it just minorly different but making a big difference, the gloopy salty substance just being much nicer to consume this time around. So much so, that you even feel your <<if $penis && $vagina>>cock and pussy<<elseif $penis>>cock<<else>>pussy<</if>> humming with desire, intrinsically turned on by all of this.
The whole situation overwhelming you, everything once more begins to sink into the dark haziness that you experienced when you awoke, your body automatically swallowing down the huge amount of cum as if it were on autopilot. Drowsiness coming over you in an instance, you almost immediately sink back into a deep sleep, consciousness slipping away from you once more.Something wet splashing across your body awakens you, jerking you into consciousness. Liquid spraying into your face you try to bat it away to defend yourself, however, you quickly come to realise that you can't move your arms. Looking left and right you can see white tiles and chains, metal bands around your wrists, ankles and neck binding you in place. The rattling that accompanies your actions gives is jarring in the clatter it causes, but what strikes you the most is the loud wet splashing noises that occur simultaneously.
Spluttering past the watery spray, you ask aloud, <span class="player">"What’s going on?"</span>, a strange almost creamy taste landing on your tongue as the damp spray continues. Closing your mouth, not wanting to let any more of the mystery substance get in there, you swallow what you’ve already acquired, the consistency and flavour reminding you of milk, though maybe not a milk you’re used to. It’s yummy none the less.
Blinking to regain your senses, you finally take in your surroundings, shocked at what you see. You seem to be in some sort of large tiled swimming pool, a luxurious one at that, more reminiscent of something out of a high-class spa than a gym. There’s even a collection of attractive looking people sitting around in it, relaxing and chatting. But, it’s what fills the place that shakes you out of your stupor, the liquid white and slightly thicker than water, quite possibly the milk that you previously suspected it to be. Yet, the biggest shock is when you look further down yourself, peering past the various chains anchored into the wall to see that <<if $breastSize == 0>>you’ve grown a massive pair of breasts<<else>>your breasts have grown even larger<</if>>, maybe even to the size of beach balls they’re so inflated.
Getting another face-full of milk splashback, causing you the splutter and shake, you spot the cause this time. Indeed, it seems like not only do you have gargantuan boobs, but they also seem to be lactating, heavily. So much so in fact, that when a particularly large wave of milk pushes its way out of them, the force is enough to cause the milk to ricochet and splash about.
<span class="female">"I see you’re awake milky-tits. We’ve got a long day ahead of us, with lots of customers, so you’ll need to work hard to keep the pool filled with fresh boob-juice"</span>, giggles a voice just out of view, something distinctly mop-like being rubbed across your naked form, especially your prodigious breasts. <span class="female">"Just going to finish getting you cleaned up a little, then we can sort out your feeding. I’ve got a nice feeding bag of oats and grains ready for you, though we both know how much you enjoy slurping down your own milk when I’m not looking. That’s a secret just between us though"</span>, she adds with another good-natured laugh, her attention to your breasts getting you aroused to the point you think you may soon peak.
<span class="female">"You’re such a good little worker, I don’t know what we’d do without you! And so pretty too! Those happy looks on your face make me wonder if maybe I’d be better off in your position. Especially when I think about all the orgasms and boob massages you get"</span>, continues the staff member, more to herself than anything, her tone making you get the impression that she’s daydreaming about what it might be like.
Patting you on the head affectionately, she carries onward, leaving you to once more laze about in the pool of your own warm milk, your boobs churning out more and more of the stuff, the sensation increasingly pleasant by the second. Letting out a big yawn, your eyes droop shut, slowly sinking back into a deep sleep, the world going hazy once more.An uncomfortable pressure pressing up against your anus wakes you up, the tinges of pain as your sphincter gives way shocking you into consciousness. Confusion strikes you, panic too, unsure what’s going on or where you are, the soreness in your bottom all you’re aware of.
Your eyes shooting open wide as a response, adrenaline clearing the cobwebs of sleep from your mind, you look around you, taking stock of your situation as best you can. The room you’re in is small, seemingly some sort of small stall, practically bare in terms of anything. Bent over at the waist across a relatively padded surface, your rear poking through the wall behind you, you aren’t able to do much in terms of movement. Other than the padded bench supporting you, there’s not much of note, only a screen in front of you and a door to one side.
The rhythm of the anal fucking picking up, unable to see the person responsible due to the intervening wall, you bite you lip as you hold back a yelp. It should be a horrible experience, being rutted harshly and without care by someone you’ve never even seen and may in fact never see, but it’s starting to get through to you, arousal building in response. Maybe it’s due to the treatment you received, maybe something that’s always been with you, but the embarrassment of being turned on by such unsavoury treatment in itself is triggering your lust.
<span class="female">"You’re awake my little rape-slut! I had your alarm clock start a little earlier today, but from that blush it seems to be making you just as horny as it normally does. It’s almost disgusting how slutty you get with a big dildo up your ass-pussy, but seeing the pathetic look on your face as it all turns you on is just too funny for me to quit"</span>, a voice cheerily chimes in, originating from the screen that has just turned on, showing an older but still strikingly beautiful blonde woman, her expression mirthful and derisive.
<span class="player">"Wheeerre aaarre … weee …"</span>, you yelp, your mind melting from the painful pleasure that’s building within you.
Laughing once more, obviously entertained by what she’s seeing, your captor responds chidingly, <span class="female">"You know that’s not part of the game"</span>, her grin only growing larger, <span class="female">"You get fucked for my entertainment, wherever and however I want, the more you complain the better. Meanwhile, you live in a state of constant horny bliss as you I keep you forever or the edge of orgasm, both loving and hating it in equal measures. Speaking of which …"</span>.
You’re not sure what’s going on, but hearing a quiet, <span class="neutral">"Fzzzt"</span>, coming from the wall behind you, you can only open your mouth in confusion, ready to ask what’s going on and why there’s a weird noise accompanying your anal ravaging. Of course, your question remains unanswered, as, all of a sudden you begin to convulse, electricity running through your sore ass, pushing you all the way to the very brink of an orgasm before your consciousness begins to dwindle, denying you of the release you so desire. Everything fading to black, your vision cuts out, everything once more becoming hazy and removed.<span class="male">"… measurements. I can’t find all of the details in their records and we’ve got the execs breathing down our necks"</span>. A muffled male voice intones from somewhere above you, breaking your slumber.
The feeling of cold metal against your naked back, you slowly stir from your sleepy state, the rattling of metal upon metal coming from off to one side. Joining the first one, you hear a more feminine though older voice reply, <span class="female">"Sure, re-doing measurements is pretty quick and they should be out for a while still. Upstairs must have something, or someone in mind for this one, they don’t normally bother us to much with target deadlines otherwise. Best to keep on the good sides of the board of execs"</span>.
Squinting out of one eye, still groggy, the two voices seeming to come and go from audible to hazy, you get your first look at your surroundings, finding yourself upon some sort of large metal table in what appears to be some sort of very clinical and sterile environment, possibly an operating theatre, though you can’t be sure with the cautionary and tired glances that you’re making. What you can see though is that to one side a pair of people in lab coats are talking, going about their job but chatting as they do, seemingly looking for some sort of medical measuring instrument if what you caught earlier is anything to go by.
The first figure shrugging a little, you hear him think out loud, <span class="male">"Does it even matter? They all go through processing eventually, even if we don’t get a regular check-up, and I don’t think the bosses would care too much about waiting an extra day on some figures. It just seems a waste to put the others on hold and have to send them back early"</span>, his tone a little whiny, probably from the extra work it seems his orders are causing.
<span class="female">"It’s best not to catch their attention in my experience, but if you want to go grab the others instead and process them then go ahead. Did I ever tell you about my lab manager when I joined up with the facility?"</span>, the seeming change of subject from her a little jarring.
<span class="male">"Sure, probably … that’s it. You wouldn’t mind passing it over"</span>, you hear the subordinate lab assistant answer, the joy of finding what they were looking for plainly evident.
An audible sigh later, the senior one of the pair lectures him, <span class="female">"She was a good manager, well liked by the other general examination team. Took me under her wing, the best mentor you could ask for. But, one day she decided that the executives could wait for a report, irritated over having too pull-out orders for six of them. Next we know, she’s gone on a career sabbatical, I’m working in her job, and everyone knows better to ask too many questions. I ended up having to do the stats on her a month later, I hear she ended up owned by one of executives, they’re pretty petty and like to make a scene on these sort of things. So, next time, keep your head down and get the work done for them"</span>, the sound of two sets of footsteps approaching you reaching you in time for you to keep your eyes closed.
Nervously, the man responds, <span class="male">"Woah … really? You’re joking right?"</span>, large hands landing on your form, repositioning your arms as something metal is held against them.
<span class="female">"I’m not going to say. You just do your job and maybe I’ll tell you next time we go drinking"</span>, her jovial tone making it hard to determine if her previous statements were banter or the truth. Giving you a quick sharp prod in the stomach, causing you to let out a muffled yelp, tinged with drowsiness, you hear her add, <span class="female">"I think this one has started coming around. It’s always the same when we end up having to do these rush jobs. Oh well, who cares really. Get the … yeah that one"</span>
Panicking, unsure what’s about to happen, you open your mouth to plead your innocence or beg for mercy, no plan yet formed. However, before you can manage much more than a gurgled, <span class="player">"Nuht meah …"</span>, a slight hiss catches your attention, darkness and a loss of consciousness soon catching up with you, causing you to slip back into slumber once more.<<set $timesSuckedDick +=1>><<if $vagina>><<set $timesVaginallyFucked += 1>><<else>><<set $timesAnallyFucked += 1>><</if>>After a few minutes waiting in the staff area, you see one of the room displays light up with a client. Apparently, <<if ($sexualPreference != 1 && $holderInt == 1) || $sexualPreference == 2>><span class="neutral">"<<print either("James","Sam","John","Paul","George","Ryan","Joseph","Liam");>> <<print either("Smith","Jones","Paulson","Wilson","Johnson");>>"</span><<else>><span class="neutral">"<<print either("Emily","Abby","Madison","Oliva","Georgina","Alice","Rebecca","Kirsty");>> <<print either("Smith","Jones","Paulson","Wilson","Johnson");>>"</span><</if>>, wants oral, though you do see something strange in the displayed client suddenly changing to <<if ($sexualPreference != 1 && $holderInt == 1) || $sexualPreference == 2>><span class="neutral">"<<print either("James","Sam","John","Paul","George","Ryan","Joseph","Liam");>> <<print either("Smith","Jones","Paulson","Wilson","Johnson");>>"</span><<else>><span class="neutral">"<<print either("Emily","Abby","Madison","Oliva","Georgina","Alice","Rebecca","Kirsty");>> <<print either("Smith","Jones","Paulson","Wilson","Johnson");>>"</span><</if>>, who instead wants to fuck some <<if $vagina>>pussy<<else>>ass<</if>>. Shrugging, you chock it up to some sort of error, regarding it as just another client to deal with as you make your way over to take up the chance.
Closing the door behind you, immediately you’re confused by the layout of the room. Kneeling down on the floor, there’s no hole in the wall across from you, instead two still closed holes await you from either side, each with their own screen. After a momentary wait, the little slits open and through it <<if ($sexualPreference != 1 && $holderInt == 1) || $sexualPreference == 2>>a pair of average sized cocks<<else>>a pussy and a dildo<</if>> are pressed through. Signed up to the job now, and not seeing much issue in dealing with two clients at once, the thought of the extra pay going through your mind, you look at the displays to determine which client wants what, turning yourself towards the one that wants oral.
<<if ($sexualPreference != 1 && $holderInt == 1) || $sexualPreference == 2>><span class="male">"Fuck yeah! That feels great!"</span>, you hear from beyond the wall in front of you as you begin suckling the mans cock, lapping attentively at the head<<else>><span class="female">"Fuck yeah! So good!"</span>, you hear from beyond the wall in front of you as you begin lapping at the woman’s pussy, doing your best to locate her clit which you make sure to lavish extra attention on<</if>>. Meanwhile, knowing you need to do something to keep the client behind you happy, you start to raise your behind, wiggling your <<checkAss>> bum invitingly, rubbing it against the <<if ($sexualPreference != 1 && $holderInt == 1) || $sexualPreference == 2>>man’s dick to get it nice and hard<<else>>woman’s dildo erotically<</if>>. From the sound of it, it seems to have been a good choice, as the <<if ($sexualPreference != 1 && $holderInt == 1) || $sexualPreference == 2>>dick<<else>>faux-cock<</if>> is hastily pressed up against your <<if $vagina>>pussy<<else>>asshole<</if>>, entering you to the hilt in a single slightly painful push.
Yelping out around the <<if ($sexualPreference != 1 && $holderInt == 1) || $sexualPreference == 2>>dick you’re suckling<<else>>pussy you’re latched onto<</if>>, the client lets of a pleased moan, the vibrations your voice is causing bringing them great pleasure. At the same time, the figure behind you has started to pick up the pace, jackhammering their length into you a little too quickly to be altogether comfortable, but still nice feeling due to your bodies post-treatment reactions.
Working hard to make a good impression, it doesn’t take long before your clients are ready to climax, likely just coming in for some quick relief. <<if ($sexualPreference != 1 && $holderInt == 1) || $sexualPreference == 2>>Lips wrapped around the cock, doing your best to take it into your throat, you feel the man tense up, the glands on the bottom of his tool pulsing, your throat gulping down a dose of cum without you even getting the chance to taste it<<else>>Tongue running around the inside of the woman’s cunt, you do your best you do your best to press against her G-spot, her inner walls pulsing as she delivers a healthy does of fem-cum into your mouth which you swallow down hungrily<</if>>. Not long after, you hear contented groans from behind you, the <<if ($sexualPreference != 1 && $holderInt == 1) || $sexualPreference == 2>>penis<<else>>dildo<</if>> fucking your <<if $vagina>>pussy<<else>>anus<</if>> moving more erratically before finally stilling<<if $sexualPrefrerence !=1>>, cum spilling out of the opening it leaves behind as it’s removed, running down your thighs<</if>>.
The openings closing as you pull yourself back, you collapse on the floor exhausted. Something about dealing with two clients at the same time, especially two who seemed to be trying to beat a speed record with the pace they were going, just drained the energy from you, leaving you to rub your sore <<if $vagina>>pussy<<else>>ass<</if>>, the ravaging just a little too brutal to really be fulfilling. On which note, briefly you lament the lack of an orgasm out of the interaction, the sex enjoyable at least a little, but not enough to push you over the precipice of release.
At least they sounded happy, you think as you get up, clean yourself off with a provided towel, and return to the staff room, ready to start waiting for a new client.
<<include [[Glory Hole Job End]]>>As you enter the lift, on your way back to your dorm, you notice nothing out of the ordinary, not even any other passengers in the lift. Getting inside, glad to not have any odd distractions, you begin pressing the button for your dormitory floor, locking in your target destination to the lift's console.
The lift whirring to life, the small screen of the elevators console shifts into an hourglass animation counting down from ten. A small chime playing, you’re soon met with the familiar monotone of Alice, <span class="neutral">"Hello $firstName. Our records recommend you the following advertisement for your viewing entertainment during this long journey. We here at The Repurposing Center hope you enjoy your time in our specially crafted for comfort lifts"</span>.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Sex Scenes/SpacePrincessPoster.png]]</div>
The screen shifting into the poster for a new movie, <span class="neutral">"My Space Princess"</span>, upbeat music joining it, giving you the impression that it might be some sort of light-hearted rom-com. Resting back against the wall, watching on out of boredom more than anything, the poster soon drops, following into a full trailer.
Starting with a brunette geeky looking man sitting at his computer late at night, the scene is soon filled with a strange pink light coming from outside, triggering the man to get up and look out the window in over-acted shock.
Meanwhile, a narrator starts to drop some exposition about the plot. <span class="male">"One summer the little town of Springwood thought it had enough on its hands with a regional anime and geek culture festival. What they didn’t realize, was that things are going to get out of this world!"</span>
The image changing to a scene where the strange naked pink girl from the poster is hugging herself up against the brunette guy, possessively kissing him as her ample bosom rubs against his chest. Giggling, she exclaims, <span class="bimbo">"You taste good Harry, I eagerly await our joining!"</span>, giddy excitement and lust clear on her face, juxtaposing with the nervous and confused expression on Harry’s.
<span class="male">"Having to look after royalty can’t be easy, but what if that royalty was from another planet all together. In the story of when Harry met Rosie, one beleaguered programmer is pursued by a sexy princess from another planet, however, where she comes from her idea of flirting isn’t exactly what Harry was expecting"</span>, continues the narrator, the scene shifting again as soon as he finishes.
A girlish scream proceeds a closeup on a mirror, the nude reflection of an attractive brown-haired woman who looks suspiciously like the guy from earlier looking terrified, ending in her squealing, <span class="female">"How could this even happen! Why am I a girl!"</span>, a response to which is quickly fastened into the clip from later in the film, the now dressed princess giggling, <span class="bimbo">"You look so cute as a girl! Now we can share dresses and panties, and do all the fun things together that only girls know how to do"</span>.
<span class="male">"But, with some help from his big sister, the girl next door and a few of his potential new in-laws, will Harry adjust to living with all the changes"</span>, the shot panning over a collection of cast shots, showing almost completely cute and barely clothed women, a few of which are similar in appearance to the extremely pink princess character. <span class="male">"Only time will tell, but we all know that there’ll be a lot of girly fun along the way!</span>, the tone of phrase making you beyond positive that he’s talking about lesbian sex.
<span class="male">"Available in all good movie theatres"</span>, is the final note of the trailer, a bunch of filming credits with quite a few familiar named actors scrolling across your view.
Leaving the lift, and continuing onward to your dorm, you shrug to yourself, wondering if maybe it might be something worth checking out. It looked fun and upbeat, and the production values looked great, even if it was a little cheesy in places. Plus, it sounded like there was going to be a lot of fun sex in it. Making a note to look into, <span class="neutral">"My Space Princess"</span>, further at a later date, you carry on your way.
<<include [[Travel Back End]]>><span class="female">"I have a client for you, <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>><<print either("Emily","Abby","Madison","Oliva","Georgina");>> <<print either("Smith","Jones","Paulson","Wilson","Johnson");>><<else>><<print either("James","Sam","John","Paul","George");>> <<print either("Smith","Jones","Paulson","Wilson","Johnson");>><</if>>, relatively normal, they’re just a bit … well, you’ll see"</span>, Miss Sarah describes as she escorts you to a suite. Opening the door, you can’t spot anyone inside, passing into the room and sitting on the bed to wait, slightly unsure of what to make of Miss Sarah’s mysterious comment.
You’re left to yourself for a while before movement catches your attention, someone finally entering your room. Standing there, their body language conveying a certain discomfort that’s easy to spot. The figure themselves is <<if $hermPlay>>an attractive looking woman, at least that’s what you assumed at first, her long blonde hair, reasonable sized breasts and generally feminine appearance giving you that impression. However, upon a second inspection of the newcomer, you’re slightly surprised to note a large dick completely exposed, her ass-less leather chaps doing nothing to hide it<<elseif ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>an attractive looking woman, her long blonde hair, reasonable sized breasts and generally feminine appearance making you intrigued to find out more. Giving her a quick second inspection, you have to choke back a cough as you note that her bald pussy is completely exposed to you, her ass-less leather chaps doing nothing to hide it<<else>>an attractive looking man, his short blonde hair, reasonably muscular frame and generally masculine appearance making you intrigued to find out more. Giving him a quick second inspection, you have to choke back a cough as you note that his not unreasonably sized cock and balls are completely exposed to you, his ass-less leather chaps doing nothing to hide them<</if>>.
Tentatively wandering over to the other side of the bed, making sure to put some space between you, your client announces, <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>><span class="female">"Erm, hi. I’m the boss today … so, so you’ve got to do what I say. I’m in … in charge and I’m going to d…dominate you"</span>, her voice meeker and more timid than you’d expect on someone professing to be a dominant<<else>><span class="male">"Erm, hi. I’m the boss today … so, so you’ve got to do what I say. I’m in … in charge and I’m going to d…dominate you"</span>, his voice meeker and more timid than you’d expect on someone professing to be a dominant<</if>>.
Eyes glancing over your would-be dom, you’re not entirely sure what to make of the situation, your client clearly significantly more submissive than they’re trying to let on. You get the feeling that you could probably turn the tables on them and take charge of your session together, but whether it’d go well for you afterwards with Miss Sarah you’re not sure. Either way, they just don’t seem to have that dominant spark of confidence necessary to be commanding, at least from what you’ve seen.
Do you:
<<if $submission < 25>>[[Try to take charge|Brothel Job Misc Client 1a][if($submission >= -98){$submission -= 2;}else{$submission = -100;};]]<<else>>You’re just way too submissive to try and take control of the situation.<</if>>
<<if $submission > -25>>[[Let the client take charge|Brothel Job Misc Client 1b][if($submission <= 98){$submission += 2;}else{$submission = 100;};]]<<else>>You’re just way too dominant to submit to someone so passive.<</if>>Deciding to take charge of the situation, you look on at your client, standing up and taking on a more self-assured stance. Locking eyes with <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>her<<else>>him<</if>>, you clearly announce, <span class="player">"No"</span>, staring <<if $hermPlay>>the herm<<elseif ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>her<<else>>him<</if>> down.
Not expecting such a response, the blonde responds in an increasingly less confident tone, <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>><span class="female">"What … but … but, I’m the customer here …"</span><<else>><span class="male">>"What … but … but, I’m the customer here …"</span><</if>>, visibly shaking nervously as they trail off.
<span class="player">"I said no. You’re obviously not cut out to dominate anybody, even a slave. And, from the way that you’re dressed, so slutty and on display, it’s obvious that you don’t really want to be"</span>, you chide, looking down your nose snootily. <span class="player">"But, you’re a customer, so I suppose I have to fulfil your desires. Just, now I’ll be giving you what you <b>actually</b> want"</span>.
As <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>she<<else>>he<</if>> gets up, you momentarily get worried that you’ve made an incredibly poor choice, however, you manage to keep cool, your expression unflinching and haughty. Thankfully, it seems to have worked, as your sexy <<if $hermPlay>>hermaphroditic<<elseif ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>female<<else>>male<</if>> client almost tumbles backward in their haste to put some distance between you, practically cowering in the far corner of the room.
<<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>><span class="female">"But … bu …"</span>, is all she<<else>><span class="male">"But … bu"</span>, is all he<</if>> manages to get out before you shush them.
<span class="player">"None of that. Now, come over here. Your whimpering is appropriate, but it bores me … over here and on your knees is where you belong, like a good slutty pet should be"</span>, you command, pointing imperiously at the floor in front of you, your legs spreading wide in a power stance, the rush of giving orders starting to exhilarate you.
Shuffling over, still slightly despondent, your client follows your orders though slower than you’d like, mumbling a quiet, <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>><span class="female">"Okay …"</span>, before seeing your disapproving expression, adding a more submissive, <span class="female">"Yes <<if $pronoun == 1>>Mistress<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>Master<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>my Dominant <<elseif $vagina>>Mistress<<elseif $penis>>Master<</if>>"</span><<else>><span class="female">"Okay …"</span>, before seeing your disapproving expression, adding a more submissive, <span class="female">"Yes <<if $pronoun == 1>>Mistress<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>Master<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>my Dominant <<elseif $vagina>>Mistress<<elseif $penis>>Master<</if>>"</span><</if>>.
Smirking, you pace circles around your temporary charge, watching as they slow their breathing and try to relax, easily slipping out of their faux-dominant role and into a more passive one. Though, you do spot them flinch when you move a hand closer, finding more than a little enjoyment in provoking such playful torment in another. Eventually, however, you decide that it’s not all about your enjoyment, and you need to provide for them too, coming up with a plan to satisfy their needs too.
<span class="player">"Not bad, though your pose could use some work. I find the way you shudder adorable, but when told to kneel you’re expected to stay still. You follow orders at least, which pleases me … for now"</span>, you drawl, tapping your chin thoughtfully, <span class="player">"So far, I think you’ve not shown me enough deference. I am after all your better in every way. What you’re going to do next, is you’re going to beg for the right to <<if $penis>>suck my cock<<else>>devour my pussy<</if>>, and if you do a good enough job, then maybe, just maybe, I might let you see to your own <<if $hermPlay>>pathetic cock<<elseif ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>drooling pussy<<else>>pathetic cock<</if>> too"</span>. As you take delight in explaining your plans for <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>her<<else>>him<</if>>, you run your hand tantalizingly over your <<if $penis>><<checkPenis>> penis, catching a stray bead of pre-cum from the erect tip<<else>>warm cunt, dipping a finger shallowly along the groove to catch a bead of your feminine juices<</if>> which you proceed to rub off against their forehead, treating them as little more than a tissue and getting you hot and bothered at the same time.
Trying to steady their tone, but only half succeeding, the guest demurely answers, <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>><span class="female">"Yes <<if $pronoun == 1>>Mistress<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>Master<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>my Dominant <<elseif $vagina>>Mistress<<elseif $penis>>Master<</if>>. Please <<if $pronoun == 1>>Mistress<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>Master<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>my Dominant <<elseif $vagina>>Mistress<<elseif $penis>>Master<</if>>, may this slave please be allowed the privilege of servicing you’re your wonderful <<if $penis>>masculine rod<<else>>feminine depths<</if>>. <<if $pronoun == 1>>Mistress<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>Master<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>My Dominant <<elseif $vagina>>Mistress<<elseif $penis>>Master<</if>> smells so amazing, please let this stupid slave worship at your beck and call"</span>, the ease at which her words come out giving you the impression this isn’t the first time she’s been asked to do such<<else>><span class="male">"Yes <<if $pronoun == 1>>Mistress<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>Master<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>my Dominant <<elseif $vagina>>Mistress<<elseif $penis>>Master<</if>>. Please <<if $pronoun == 1>>Mistress<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>Master<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>my Dominant <<elseif $vagina>>Mistress<<elseif $penis>>Master<</if>>, may this slave please be allowed the privilege of servicing you’re your wonderful <<if $penis>>masculine rod<<else>>feminine depths<</if>>. <<if $pronoun == 1>>Mistress<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>Master<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>My Dominant <<elseif $vagina>>Mistress<<elseif $penis>>Master<</if>> smells so amazing, please let this stupid slave worship at your beck and call"</span>, the ease at which his words come out giving you the impression this isn’t the first time he’s been asked to do such <</if>>.
Grinning happily, you contemplate dragging things out further, however, with the way your arousal is building, you don’t want to delay for much longer. Chuckling derisively, you look down your nose at your temporary submissive, getting close enough for your <<if $penis>>dick<<else>>pussy lips<</if>> to rub against <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>her<<else>>his<</if>> face. <span class="player">"Good. How very spineless of you … oh no, don’t worry, I like that you’re so easy to push around. It just shows me that I’m exactly what you need. But, for now, I suppose you’ve earned your treat. Go ahead, get to work"</span>.
Your <<if $penis>><<set $timesYourDickSucked += 1>>cock<<else>><<set $timesYourPussyLicked += 1>>vagina<</if>> already pressed up against their forehead, your client straightens up their posture enough to properly align themselves for action. Sticking <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>her<<else>>his<</if>> tongue out, <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>she<<else>>he<</if>> begins to reverently lap against the <<if $penis>>base of your firm rod, showing almost worshipful attention to every spot whilst slowly heading towards its head<<else>>shallows of your pussy, showing almost worshipful attention to every spot whilst slowly heading towards your clit<</if>>. It’s delightful, and, diving your hands so they entwine within their soft blonde hair, you make sure to keep a steady control of their ministrations, the scent of your combined lust becoming increasingly obvious.
Noticing that your toy has started squirming in the kneeling position, thighs rubbing together in an attempt to deal with their own ardour, a <<if $penis>>dick<<else>>cunt<</if>> muffled voice pleads, <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>><span class="female">"Pweayse!"</span><<else>><span class="male">"Pweayse!"</span><</if>>, eyes on the border of tears begging you for release.
Sighing, but not too loudly, your personal enjoyment putting you in a good mood, you laugh derisively, <span class="player">"You may touch that … <<if $hermPlay>>little cock-lette<<elseif ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>over-used cunt<<else>>little cock-lette<</if>> of yours … but, oh, yes … but, you better not slack off on making me feel good. And …. oh, fuck … and, you better not cum before me or you’ll regret it"</span>.
Rubbing <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>her<<else>>his<</if>> <<if $hermPlay>>large dick<<elseif ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>sopping wet girl-parts<<else>>large dick<</if>> with one hand, your plaything actually increases the pace of their work on your own <<if $penis>>penis<<else>>pussy<</if>>, now completely lost in the moment. You ploy seems to have worked, as, with a skill that can only be learned through great experience, the <<if $hermPlay>>hermaphrodite<<elseif ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>girl<<else>>guy<</if>> makes a sucking motion that almost immediately pushes you over the edge, your orgasm colliding with you as if you’d been hit by a truck. Your <<if $penis>>cum<<else>>fem-cum<</span> splattering within the depths of their mouth, which they reverentially swallow down, you watch on as only a few seconds later, despite having had less than half a minute to play with it, your sub actually manages to cum too, their <<if $hermPlay>>cock shooting out a pool of semen on the floor between your legs<<elseif ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>pussy oozing out a pool of fem-cum on the floor between your legs<<else>>cock shooting out a pool of semen on the floor between your legs<</if>>.
Panting and trying to catch your breath, you’re just about to chide them once more, this time planning to embarrass them for making a mess on the carpet and cumming so quickly. However, your plans are cut short as your charge lets out a deeply humiliated, <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>><span class="female">"Eeep!"</span><<else>><span class="male">"Eeep!"</span><</if>>, crawling away from you backwards before practically falling over themselves as they flee from the room, your brief view of their face letting you see that it was covered in a crimson blush.
Getting up, you saunter over to the bed, flopping down on it in your post-orgasm exhaustion. Stirring slightly, you hear a familiar female voice encroach on your rest, <span class="female">"Well done! A difficult client, but from the way <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>she<<else>>he<</if>> ran out into my lobby I think you gave them the proof they needed. Good work on your part, I’m almost impressed. I half though, coming in here, that I’d devise some sort of punishment on you, but I think that ruthlessness shouldn’t go unrewarded either, leaving the whole situation moot. As such, take a break, clean yourself off and get back to work"</span>. Dozily glancing up to spot Miss Sarah, as she leaves she adds, <span class="female">"And I suppose I’ll have to send a cleaner in here too"</span>, only just avoiding standing in your client’s sexual fluids.
Taking a well-deserved break, you rest up on the bed for a few minutes, gathering your senses. Dusting yourself off, still feeling that dominant glow, you slowly get up and start getting back to work.
<<include [[Brothel Job End]]>>Deciding to submit to your client, you look on at them. Taking a moment to think things through, you come to the conclusion that they probably aren’t going to have an easy time being dominant, so you will likely need to do a lot of the work for them. As such, you sink to the floor in a kneeling position, avoiding eye contact with <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>her<<else>>him<</if>>, before clearly but demurely answering, <span class="player">"Yes <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>Mistress<<else>>Master<</if>>. Please tell this slave how best to serve your needs so that it may help provide your most lust-filled desires"</span>.
Not expecting such a response, the blonde responds in a shocked and confused t tone, <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>><span class="female">"What … but … but. I mean … yeah … I’m the Mistress here … tell me how great I am and maybe I’ll let you be my toy"</span><<else>><span class="male">>"What … but … but. I mean … yeah … I’m the Mistress here … tell me how great I am and maybe I’ll let you be my toy"</span><</if>>, visibly shaking nervously as they approach you, still remaining a distance away from you, as if they think you might spring and strike them like a snake in waiting.
<span class="player">"Oh <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>Mistress<<else>>Master<</if>>, please let this slave be your toy, if only for a little while. I promise I’ll do whatever you want me to do, no matter how humiliating and debasing it is. Please let me worship at your <<if $hermPlay>>magnificent cock<<elseif ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>regal vagina<<else>>magnificent cock<</if>> and show it the respect it deserves. Please, I long for it, I need it"</span>, you wail, mashing your chest down into the carpet as you completely submit to your temporary <<if $sexualPreference>>Mistress<<else>>Master<</if>>.
Taking a moment to process what’s going on, likely still unsure if it’s a trap, <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>she<<else>>he<</if>> approaches you closer, nudging you gently with a heavy boot in side. Whimpering but letting <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>her, she<<else>>him, he<</if>> seems to be convinced of your sincerity, pacing around your supplicant form once more.
<<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>><span class="female">"Kneel up"</span>, is all she<<else>><span class="male">"Kneel up"</span>, is all he<</if>> says, waiting for you to pull yourself back into position as elegantly as you can before continuing.
<<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>><span class="female">"You’ve been .. you’ve done acceptably so far. Good slave? I think, that it’d be okay for you to be my toy today. In a moment, I want you to get up and slowly walk over to the bed. After that, you’ll bend over with your belly against the covers and await further instruction"</span>, she commands<<else>><span class="male">"You’ve been .. you’ve done acceptably so far. Good slave? I think, that it’d be okay for you to be my toy today. In a moment, I want you to get up and slowly walk over to the bed. After that, you’ll bend over with your belly against the covers and await further instruction"</span>, he commands<</if>>, walking to the far side of the room but watching you as <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>she<<else>>he<</if>> does, seemingly now getting more into the role of being a dominant.
Obeying <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>her<<else>>his<</if>> orders, you scramble up as fast as you can, planting your stomach on the cool covers, your legs awkwardly left somewhere between kneeling and standing. Your cheek pressed down submissively whilst your <<checkAss>> buttocks tantalizingly wiggle, you listen to the footsteps of your client approaching. Pretty sure what’s coming next you try and calm yourself, expecting to soon be brutally penetrated.
To your surprise though, instead of being penetrated, your <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>Mistress<<else>>Master<</if>> explains, <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>><span class="female">"I’m going to tenderize the meat first, that way you’ll … erm, you’ll be in the right frame of mind to properly respect me as your Mistress"</span>, her feminine hand colliding with your exposed ass before you can even fully process what she just said<<else>><span class="male">"I’m going to tenderize the meat first, that way you’ll … erm, you’ll be in the right frame of mind to properly respect me as your Master"</span>, his masculine hand colliding with your exposed ass before you can even fully process what she just said <</if>>.
Squealing out a, <span class="player">"Yes <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>Mistress<<else>>Master<</if>>"</span>, in response, you’re more shocked than anything, the pain of the spank minimal. As <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>she<<else>>he<</if>> continues to rain down strikes on your unprotected behind, you quickly come to terms with the understanding that <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>she<<else>>he<</if>> doesn’t really know what they’re doing. It doesn’t really hurt, in fact, the strikes are rather uneven, weak and sloppy, the attempts of someone who gets the general idea but has never put it into practice. This goes on for a little while, never getting worse than a mild discomfort, though you do your best to play up for your audience, not overreacting, but making appropriate noises that might be expected.
<<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>><span class="female">"Acceptable"</span>, you hear her<<else>><span class="male">"Acceptable"</span>, you hear him say<</if>>, a pair of hands landing on your rear, pulling your slightly reddened bottom cheeks apart. Letting a thumb trace your spread <<if $vagina>><<set $timesVaginallyFucked += 1>>labia for moisture<<else>><<set $timesAnallyFucked += 1>>asshole to see how pliable it is<</if>>, <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>she<<else>>her<</if>> seems to make <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>her<<else>>his<</if>> mind up, only a few seconds later a much larger presence making contact with the recently scouted spot. Feeling <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>her<<else>>his<</if>> <<if $hermPlay>>thick meaty cock<<elseif ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>mystery appendage, likely a dildo or strap-on from the rubbery texture,<<else>>thick meaty cock<</if>> invade your <<if $vagina>>appropriately prepared cunt<<else>>slightly prepared anus<</if>>, you bite down on the duvet, the sounds you’re making now a lot more real and passionate than before.
Rutting you into the bed, almost as if <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>she<<else>>he<</if>> has something to prove, you make muffled sounds, luxurious silken material filling your mouth as clamp down on it in embarrassment. It just feels amazing, so hot and animalistic even, your faux-dominant finally seeming to have hit their stride. Further, <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>she<<else>>he<</if>> just keeps chanting through gritted teeth, <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>><span class="female">"I’m in charge! I’m in charge!"</span><<else>><span class="male">"I’m in charge! I’m in charge!"</span><</if>>, over and over again, a mantra to <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>herself<<else>>himself<</if>>, as <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>she<<else>>he<</if>> reasserts <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>her<<else>>his<</if>> dominance. What’s strangest though, is that’s it’s really starting to work for you, your arousal spiking in response to having your <<if $vagina>>pussy<<else>>ass<</if>> claimed so completely and conclusively.
<<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>Her<<else>>His<</if>> hands shifting off of your behind for the briefest moment, the soon make contact with you again, this time taking a vice-like hold on your shoulders, <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>her breasts rubbing against your back now as a result of the more aggressive handhold<<else>>his chest rubbing as your back now as a result of the more aggressive handhold<</if>>. Now much closer to you, the ravaging is certainly more brutal, but equally more intimate, your <<if $vagina>>needy cunt<<else>>wanton asshole<</if>> milking the <<if $hermPlay>>cock<<elseif ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>faux-cock<<else>>cock<</if>> inside it as it pulses with pleasure. Sailing along as practically a non-participant in your coupling, you feel extremely submissive, even going so far as to hold back on your climax, not wanting to cum too early for fear of chastisement from your temporary <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>Mistress<<else>>Master<</if>>.
All good things have to come to an end though, and your rough love-making session cannot last forever. Instead, with one last world shattering thrust, <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>she rams her<<else>>he rams his<</if>> <<if $hermPlay>>engorged dick<<elseif ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>bulbous dildo<<else>>engorged dick<</if>> as far as it will go before finally stilling, a liquid heat soon emanating within your depths. Pulling out of you with a lewd wet squelch, the last seconds of friction are just enough to give you the release you need, your resistance finally collapsing as your <<if $vagina>>cunt spasms pleasurably, trying to cling onto the firm length as it is withdrawn<<else>>ass spasms pleasurably, trying to cling onto the firm length as it is withdrawn<</if>><<if $penis>>, your cock untouched other than having been rubbed by your movement against the covers spurting out a healthy pool of cum wetly beneath you, staining the covers and making your crotch sticky<</if>>.
Panting and trying to catch your breath, you’re just about to slide off of the bed and back into your previous kneeling position, this time planning to ask if you can clean off their post-orgasm juices in that submissive way that seemed to work before, doing your best to give your client as much dominant experience as you can. However, your plans are cut short as your charge lets out a deeply excited, <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>><span class="female">"Yes!"</span><<else>><span class="male">"Yes!"</span><</if>>, running out of the room with <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>her<<else>>his<</if>> fist pumping the air, obviously pleased at how your session went. Not giving you a second thought, <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>she<<else>>he<</if>> strides confidently from the room, significantly more self-assured than when <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>she<<else>>he<</if>> entered.
Rolling over, you flop down on the bed in your post-orgasm exhaustion. Stirring slightly, you hear a familiar female voice encroach on your rest, <span class="female">"Disgusting! The way that that disgrace left here so full of <<if ($sexualPreference != 2 && $holderInt == 0) || $sexualPreference == 1>>herself<<else>>himself<</if>>, it made me feel sick. You must be an extremely desperate whore to let yourself be bossed around by someone so … simpering. I guess you must just be the most wretched little bitch in existence, timid even by slave standards"</span>. Dozily glancing up to spot Miss Sarah. As she leaves she adds, <span class="female">"You did well, don’t let it go to your head"</span>, the words said so quickly and quietly that you almost miss them, her back to you as she says them.
Taking a well-deserved break, you rest up on the bed for a few minutes, gathering your senses. Dusting yourself off, still feeling that dominant glow, you slowly get up and start getting back to work.
<<include [[Brothel Job End]]>><<if $furniture.indexOf("Wicker picnic hamper") == -1>><<addToFurniture "Wicker picnic hamper">><</if>>Starting to feel increasingly hungry, you unfurl the red and white chequered blanket from the wicker hamper, laying out everything that Mr Alfonsi packed for you. Placing out two camping plates along with appropriate cutlery, you examine the food, Villin lying down beside you on the cloth, her pert bottom topped with a fluffy bunny tail wiggling merrily as she relaxes in the shade.
Meanwhile, the food smells delicious, even if it’s mostly cold food that’s meant to last. Breads, cheeses, deli meats and fruit make up the bulk of its contents, though there’s also a few nice extras, little touches that make the selection feel special. Some particularly plump pitted olives catch your attention, as does two small bottles, one containing vinegar and one containing olive oil, the usually quiet Villin chirping in that they’re meant to be eaten with the breads. More so, there’s a rather expensive looking bottle of red wine strapped into a side compartment.
Plopping a stray strawberry into her mouth with a playful giggle, Villin hums happily, <span class="female">"So tasty and so fresh"</span>, adding in a slightly more worried tone, <span class="female">"I hope it didn’t … you know, cost you too much … I just understand about that kind of thing …"</span>.
Patting her on the shoulder comfortingly, you reply, <span class="player">"No it’s fine, don’t worry about it. But, it’s nice of you to be concerned about that"</span>, wanting to alley her fears whilst also not spilling that it was actually a gift from her boss.
<span class="female">"If you’re sure. I just .. I know that it’s tough being on the program, being a repurposed trainee. Some of the guards can be real jerks, robbing you, or pressuring you into buying stuff. It’s just … it can be expensive if you’re not doing exactly what they say, I wouldn’t want you to have to do anything … you know, on my account"</span>, her large violet eyes looking up to you sympathetically, worried that she may have caused you some trouble.
Pouring her a cup of the red wine and unfastening some clingfilm wrapped still warm food pieces stowed right at the bottom of the hamper, you plate up some bruschetta, for you both, handing her the plate and cup as she sits up. Hoping that she’s feel a lot better if she’s distracted, you instead change the subject, talking about how tasty the food is and making some more general small talk. Thankfully, your ploy seems to work, as Villin is quickly distracted by your offering of a tasty meal, getting herself a small serving of some pasta from one of the other tin-foil wrappings, clearly enjoying herself. She’s a bit quiet, especially whilst eating, but you do get to know her a little better, getting a clearer idea of her tastes in music, a wide mix of genres but with a greater interest in instrumental work, along with her being very obvious in her love of working at Restaurant Alfonsi.
Just as you’re about to try some of the grapes you glance over to your date, spotting that somehow she’s managed to get some of the cheese on her tip of her nose, the diminutive bunny-girl wiggling it adorably without fully realizing what’s going on. Reaching over softly, you palm her face with one hand, picking off the tiny morsel with the other, Villin’s face once more turning redder, though you have a hard time figuring out whether she’s blushing from embarrassment or from her building arousal at your touch.
<span class="female">"Hey … um, I’m having a really nice time today … I’m glad that you asked me out … but, but … there’s sort of … of something you should … you know, know before we go any further …"</span>, Villin starts awkwardly, her attention being caught by something else before she gets to the point, <span class="female">"Wait! Is that? Is that them? Oh, sorry, but, um, can we go listen to them, they’re like my favourite band … we can talk about the other thing later"</span>, the faint sound of music in the distance catching your attention now that it’s pointed out to you.
Unsure whether she’s trying to distract you or legitimately interested in the band that you can barely hear, you ponder how to respond. You could let her have her way and dodge the conversation she was trying to have with you, at least for now until she’s more comfortable, that’s likely to put her in a better mood, especially if her comment about the band is true. On the other hand, with how generally shy and retiring she is, you’re not sure if letting the conversation slip might stop you from ever hearing what she wanted to say, that additional pressure on her may be a necessary evil if you want to get to the bottom of this.
Do you:
[[Go and take Villin over to listen to the band|Date Villin First Date Investigate Band][if($villinRelationship<=94){$villinRelationship += 6;}else{$villinRelationship = 100;};]]
[[Stay where you are and continue the picnic with Villin|Date Villin First Date Ignore Band][if($villinRelationship<=98){$villinRelationship += 2;}else{$villinRelationship = 100;};]]Not wanting to push an issue that seems to be making her uncomfortable, you hold your hand out for Villin to take, noting that despite being somewhat distracted regarding the music that she’s still shaking from whatever she was trying to tell you earlier. Taking the offer gladly, Villin gives your hand a quick squeeze, almost as if she’s checking that you’re still there. Standing up and helping her up too, you glance around, trying to uncover the source of the music. Getting a general idea and pretty sure that no one is going to steal your hamper if you leave it unattended for a few minutes, you tell her playfully, <span class="player">"Come on then, let’s go find that band"</span>, a delighted squeal emanating from her tiny form in response.
It takes you a minute or two to mosey over to the musicians, Villin’s bunny ears seemingly better at tracking it down than your own. Arriving at a little wooden gazebo, tucked away behind a small copse of trees, you’re sure you’ve found the right place, a sparse gathering of people, some colourful bunting and of course the band. The band, curiously, are comprised of mostly elder gentlemen, all bedecked in old-fashioned suits, though they certainly aren’t letting their age keep them down, a guitarist and a saxophone player strutting around the decking with surprising energy. Further, you do note that they’re entirely instrumental, not a single vocalist in sight.
Standing around with your arm around Villin, the cute violet haired girl enthralled by the music, you end up sticking around for about half an hour in total, finding the jazz and blues music of the old-timers to be pretty good, the band obviously skilled at what they do. However, before too long they announce they need to leave, dispersing the crowd and heading on their way, the impromptu concert apparently just a practice session that you’d all stumbled over.
Heading back to your picnic spot, Villin is extremely bubbly and energetic, more so than you’ve usually seen of her, the alt bunny-girl hopping around as she holds your hand, getting heavily distracted as she explains to you all about the band and what she enjoys about their music, at least the bulk of which goes over your head. <span class="female">"Did you see the one on the harmonica, he normally plays the drums, but I guess they’re pretty hard to transport somewhere out there, isn’t it great though that he’s so versatile. Oh, and did you hear the trumpet player, I always loved the trumpet but I’m not very good with it, I just don’t have the lung capacity I think, that’s why I love the piano, though I’ve tried a few that have been a little too big for my arm span, so there are problems there sometimes too, but it’s still just, you know, just wow!"</span>, the conversation continuing as she geeks out even further about her musical history all the way until you reach that shady spot beneath the tree where you started.
Sitting down, you’re happy to see that everything is still where you left it, along with most of the food still looking fine, the really perishable parts of which you smartly left wrapped before you left. Picking at some fruit, the sunny heat of the surprisingly big park, of which you can only guess is simulated, the park obviously still indoors despite the attempts to make it seem otherwise, making you a little hungry again. Once more finding the fruits, this time a small punnet of raspberries, Villin joins you, yawning sleepily after her momentary burst of outgoing-ness.
Giving her a little while to settle back down, seeing that she’s now relaxed and comfortable, you decide that you probably should broach the earlier topic once more, hoping that maybe she’s in a better place to explain it now. As such you ask gently, <span class="player">"Villin, I hope it’s not an imposition, but you sounded like you really wanted to say something earlier. I’d love to hear it, if you’re still okay with telling me what it is?"</span>.
<span class="female">"Okay"</span>, she whispers quietly in response, her tone slightly sombre. Looking up into your eyes for a moment before breaking her eyeline by looking down, Villin obviously not comfortable with prolonged eye contact, she answers melancholically, <span class="female">"I … I don’t really know how to say it, but … please don’t hate me …"</span>, a single tear rolling down her heavily freckled cheek as she starts to quietly sob.
<span class="player">"It’s okay, it’s okay, I don’t think there’s anything you could say that would make me hate you"</span>, you reassure her, understanding it must be important but having some misgivings about asking her. Wanting to console the sweet girl, you move in closer, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into a comforting hug, Villin still crying but the severity of her sorrow ebbing away as she snuggles into your chest.
<span class="female">"I just … I just …"</span>, she begins in between dissipating sobs, still trying her best to answer you. <span class="female">"I’m not a girl! I didn’t mean to trick you!"</span>, her tears picking up as she brings the cause of her sadness to light.
Holding her tighter, wanting more than anything to make her feel better, you ask confusedly, <span class="player">"I’m not sure what you mean, but you’re lovely regardless"</span>, stroking her back with one hand in a light circular motion, wondering in the back of your mind if you have any tissues anywhere.
<span class="female">"I’m not a girl!"</span>, she wails once more, continuing, <span class="female">"I used to be a girl, but the … the facility made me into … into a … I’ve got a … down there I have a … a dick. They … they thought that … that I’d be more desirable as a .. hermaphrodite, so they … they gave me a big, stupid, dick. I’d understand if you wouldn’t want to be with me now that you know … I just … just hope you don’t hate me for keeping it secret. I was just in such a happy mood about … about the date that … that I didn’t think to say. I don’t … don’t like it … it makes me feel un-girly"</span>, her cry finally petering out, her eyes are red and puffy and there’s a little snot running from her nose, the conversation you’re having seemingly impacting her roughly.
Hearing her confession, you’re a little shocked, but it’s not too surprising when you think of everything that you’ve seen since coming to the facility. Feeling sympathy for her, you continue to give her a shoulder to lean on, with your spare arm searching around until you do in fact find some paper towels, packed in the hamper more likely for cleaning your hands on than this, but you’re still thankful they’re there. Cleaning herself up, you know that now is the time for you to act, your choices pretty clear. You can either take your relationship to the next level, walking her home, or you can call it a day, giving her the impression that you’re not interested in her.
Do you:
[[Consider yourself dating her and go with Villin back to her apartment|Date Villin Apartment][$villinDating = true; if($villinRelationship<=96){$villinRelationship += 4;}else{$villinRelationship = 100;};]]
[[Call an end to the date and leave|Date Villin Apartment][if($villinRelationship>= -90){$villinRelationship -= 10;}else{$villinRelationship = -100;};]]Wanting to get to the bottom of the situation, you hold your hand out for Villin to take, noting that despite being somewhat distracted regarding the music that she’s still shaking from whatever she was trying to tell you earlier. Taking the offer gladly, Villin gives your hand a quick squeeze, almost as if she’s checking that you’re still there. Not wanting to upset her, but still both curious and worried over her reaction to what she was trying to say, you tell her in a firm yet gentle tone, <span class="player">"Maybe we can go and listen to the band a little later, however, it sounded like you had something important to say first"</span>.
Her lower lip sticking out in an automatic pout, she stammers, <span class="female">"But … but, I really want to … you know .. the band"</span>, her long lashes fluttering and perfectly framing the sad glint in her eye.
<span class="player">"I understand that, but I’d really like to here what you wanted to say"</span>, you offer sternly in response, not wanting to let the meek bunny-girl slip out of the conversation without finishing what she wanted to say.
<span class="female">"Okay"</span>, she whispers quietly, her tone that of a naughty child that has just been told off. Looking up into your eyes for a moment before breaking her eyeline by looking down, Villin obviously not comfortable with prolonged eye contact, she answers in a melancholy tone, <span class="female">"I … I don’t really know how to say it, but … please don’t hate me …"</span>, tears rolling down her heavily freckled cheek as she starts to sob.
<span class="player">"It’s okay, it’s okay, I don’t think there’s anything you could say that would make me hate you"</span>, you reassure her, starting to have some misgivings about your choice. Wanting to console the sweet girl, you move in closer, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into a comforting hug, Villin still crying but the previous breathlessness and severity of her sorrow ebbing away as she snuggles into your chest.
<span class="female">"I just … I just …"</span>, she begins in between dissipating sobs, still trying her best to answer you. <span class="female">"I’m not a girl! I didn’t mean to trick you!"</span>, her tears picking up as she brings the cause of her sadness to light.
Holding her tighter, wanting more than anything to make her feel better, you ask confusedly, <span class="player">"I’m not sure what you mean, but you’re lovely regardless"</span>, stroking her back with one hand in a light circular motion, wondering in the back of your mind if you have any tissues anywhere.
<span class="female">"I’m not a girl!"</span>, she wails once more, continuing, <span class="female">"I used to be a girl, but the … the facility made me into … into a … I’ve got a … down there I have a … a dick. They … they thought that … that I’d be more desirable as a .. hermaphrodite, so they … they gave me a big, stupid, dick. I’d understand if you wouldn’t want to be with me now that you know … I just … just hope you don’t hate me for keeping it secret. I was just in such a happy mood about … about the date that … that I didn’t think to say. I don’t … don’t like it … it makes me feel un-girly"</span>, her cry finally petering out, her eyes are red and puffy and there’s a little snot running from her nose, the conversation you’re having seemingly impacting her roughly.
Hearing her confession, you’re a little shocked, but it’s not too surprising when you think of everything that you’ve seen since coming to the facility. Feeling sympathy for her, you continue to give her a shoulder to lean on, with your spare arm searching around until you do in fact find some paper towels, packed in the hamper more likely for cleaning your hands on than this, but you’re still thankful they’re there. Cleaning herself up, you know that now is the time for you to act, your choices pretty clear. You can either take your relationship to the next level, walking her home, or you can call it a day, giving her the impression that you’re not interested in her.
Do you:
[[Consider yourself dating her and go with Villin back to her apartment|Date Villin Apartment][$villinDating = true; if($villinRelationship<=96){$villinRelationship += 4;}else{$villinRelationship = 100;};]]
[[Call an end to the date and leave|Date Villin Apartment][if($villinRelationship>= -90){$villinRelationship -= 10;}else{$villinRelationship = -100;};]]Giving you the directions back to her apartment, Villin keeps hold of your hand, snuggling up close to you for comfort as you travel. The entire journey, she’s practically silent, seemingly somewhere between her usual shyness and slightly tired as a result of your date. She does, however, meekly comment on how happy she was to go out with you, her eyes heavy with unsaid lust.
Arriving at a corridor deep into a residential section of the facility, on the way passing by its residents, most dressed in casual attire, likely store owners and general workers, you finally reach your destination. Approaching a door, it opens automatically from Villin’s presence, giving you a clear view of the home she shares with the elderly restaurant owner, Mr Alfonsi. Upon seeing it, you feel you shouldn’t be surprised at the decoration, the apartment as cosy and well-appointed as the man’s restaurant is.
Dark greens, reds and purples make up majority of the rooms colour, the walls covered in in wooden panelling up to the mid-point with old-fashioned muted green wallpaper going the rest of the way to the ceiling, little fleur-de-lises creating a regular pattern across of it. A plush dark red chaise long along with a few other elegant looking seats take up the main space of the room, an older model television off to one side, looking rarely used. Other than that, deep almost black stained wood furniture fills out the rest of the room, giving a much more family feel to the apartment, especially when you see the dining table, all laid out with table cloth and flower vase.
<<if $villinCollared>>Guiding you straight through to her bedroom, Villin sits you down on the bed, kneeling down on the floor beside you submissively. Glancing around the relatively small space, it’s still pretty, all painted up in a deep purple, not too much different than Villin’s own hair-colour. The place has a very goth/alternative feel to it, band posters and a keyboard covered in dirty clothes making it feel very lived in. Further, the comfy double bed you’re sitting on and the expensive looking computer equipment make you pretty sure that Mr Alfonsi likes to spoil her, your impression of Villin not leading you to believe that she bought them for herself.
<span class="female">"Thank you <<if $pronoun == 1>>Mistress<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>Master<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>my Dominant<<elseif $vagina && $penis>>my Dominant<<elseif $vagina>>Mistress<<elseif $penis>>Master<</if>>. You took me out on such a lovely date I don’t know how I can repay you. Please let you’re collared pet bunny-girl make you happy <<if $pronoun == 1>>Mistress<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>Master<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>my Dominant<<elseif $vagina && $penis>>my Dominant<<elseif $vagina>>Mistress<<elseif $penis>>Master<</if>>"</span>, says your date demurely, her hands upturned on her thighs. Pleased with her behaviour, you stroke her head affectionately, the bunny-girl humming happily in response. This goes on for a few minutes before you decide to better reward her, retrieving her hairbrush so that you can brush out her long violet hair, Villin almost falling asleep she’s so relaxed from your action.<<else>>Guiding you straight through to her bedroom, Villin sits you down on the bed, snuggling up against you. Glancing around the relatively small space, it’s still pretty, all painted up in a deep purple, not too much different than Villin’s own hair-colour. The place has a very goth/alternative feel to it, band posters and a keyboard covered in dirty clothes making it feel very lived in. Further, the comfy double bed you’re sitting on and the expensive looking computer equipment make you pretty sure that Mr Alfonsi likes to spoil her, your impression of Villin not leading you to believe that she bought them for herself.
<span class="female">"Thank you $firstName. That was … um, a really nice date we had today, I’m really glad you took me out. I know that my room isn’t much, but I hope you like it. I’ve got a computer if you want to, you know, watch a movie together. Or, we could … um, do … something else, if you want to I mean"</span>, says your date timidly, looking up at you with wide eyes. Pleased with her behaviour, you stroke her head affectionately, your girlfriend humming happily in response. This goes on for a few minutes before you decide to do something nice for her, retrieving her hairbrush so that you can brush out her long violet hair, Villin head resting in your lap as you do so, the bunny-girl almost falling asleep she’s so relaxed from your action.<</if>>
Eventually, coming around from her drowsiness a little, Villin begins squirming slowly, rubbing her thighs together conspicuously. Leaning in, you whisper playfully, <span class="player">"Is someone getting a little distracted"</span>, a short embarrassed high-pitch noise emanating from the tiny girl in response.
The smell of her arousal thick on the air, you can clearly tell that she is desperately in need of some relief, the blushing bunny-girl now hiding her face behind her hands in embarrassment, though the fact that she’s feeling a little humiliated doesn’t seem to have doused her obvious sexual needs. Your own needs also building in response, you decide how to respond.
Do you:
[[Have Villin perform oral on you|Date Villin Receive Oral][if($villinRelationship<=97){$villinRelationship += 3;}else{$villinRelationship = 100;};]]
[[Call the date to an end|Date Villin End]]Deciding that you’d like her to perform oral on you, you tell Villin, <span class="player">"If you really want to thank me for our date earlier, then I’d love <<if $penis>>a blowjob<<else>>for you to go down on me<</if>>"</span>, your tone playful as you ask her to service you.
Giggling happily, the thought of doing something so naughty at your request obviously exciting the already aroused bunny-girl, she smiles and nods, answering, <span class="female">"Yes <<if $villinABDL>><<if $pronoun == 1>>Mommy<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>Daddy<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>honey<<elseif $vagina && $penis>>Mommy<<elseif $vagina>>Mommy<<elseif $penis>>Daddy<</if>><<elseif $villinCollared>> <<if $pronoun == 1>>Mistress<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>Master<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>my Dominant<<elseif $vagina && $penis>>my Dominant<<elseif $vagina>>Mistress<<elseif $penis>>Master<</if>><<else>>honey<</if>>"</span>.
Slipping off of the bed and into a kneeling position before you, Villin waits attentively, her breathing becoming heavier as she gets more and more into what she’s about to do. Pulling yourself forward into a sitting position with your legs spread either side of her, you <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>slip out of your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>slip out of your $currentClothing, leaving you naked<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>slip out of your $currentUnderwear, leaving you naked<<else>>you run your hands across your thighs, glad that you’re already naked<</if>>. Having now given Villin all the access she needs, with large doe eyes she looks up at you wantonly, waiting for your signal to start.
With a nod she dives forth, <<if $penis>><<set $timesYourDickSucked += 1>>affectionately lathering the length of your <<checkPenis>> dick in long licks, the masculine taste being just as amazing as she expected going from the noises she’s making<<else>><<set $timesYourPussyLicked += 1>>affectionately lathering the length of your feminine cleft in long licks, the feminine taste being just as amazing as she expected going by the noises she’s making<</if>>. Not wanting to take things too quickly, she shifts briefly to laying a trail of kisses up from the base of your thigh and all the way up into the joint of your crotch, enjoying the way your shiver and tense under her sensual ministrations. Eventually though, she can’t hold back any longer, her sizable herm cock straining within the confines of her tiny jean shorts, spurring her to once more take up the task of tending to you <<if $penis>>cock<<else>>cunt<</if>>.
Her tiny mouth going to work, she sucks at it attentively, doing her best to make it an amazing experience for you. All the while, you leave her to her task, not interfering in any way. You try your best not to make any noises, seeing how long you can hold out as a little game, but you’re sure she’s figured that out, your legs trembling either side of her. Seemingly spurred on as she sees that, she even attempts to <<if $penis>>deep throat you a little<<else>>stick her tongue deep into your vagina<</if>>, doing a great job thanks to her previous training and experience. Appreciatively, you run begin to play with her soft fluffy ears, enjoying the soft fur feel beneath your fingertips, evoking a contented purr in return.
Earnestly sucking the <<if $penis>>head of your needy cock<<else>>lips of your needy pussy<</if>>, you sense that even with your attempts at great self-control, that you’re still going to cum soon. Wanting it to feel extra pleasurable for you, she pulls back a bit, lapping her inviting tongue against the sensitive <<if $penis>>bulbous head<<else>>underside of your clit<</if>>. Her predictions are correct, as very soon you’re pushed over the edge, running your hands deep into her long violet hair so that she’s entangled in your grasp possessively as you do. Unleashing a torrent of <<if $penis>>cum<<else>>fem-cum<</if>> over her face and awaiting mouth, your cute bunny girl girlfriend held in place unable to move out of the way she lets out a little squeal, surprised but not unhappy with your choice.
As she begins to lap at your still overly sensitive <<if $penis>>cock<<else>>pussy<</if>>, trying to clean you up, you give her a gentle tap on the shoulder to stop. Pulling the tired girl back onto the bed next to you so that she can get some rest, you spoon up to her, cooing, <span class="player">"Good girl"</span>, as you kiss the back of her head. You do notice that she’s almost painfully erect from the looks of it, her tiny shorts straining from her huge hard member, however, tired as she is you don’t think it would be a good idea to do much else.
<span class="female">"… did I do good …"</span>, she whispers dreamily as you cuddle, yawning and squirming just a little, her pert rear and fluffy tail rubbing up against you tantalizingly. And, like this you remain for a while, happy to just be together, napping and snuggling, Villin help protectively in your arms.
…
Realising that you need to leave soon, you groggily pull yourself up. Taking a moment to get yourself together, you [[prepare yourself to leave|Date Villin End]].The date coming to an end, you explain to Villin that you sadly need to leave, the bunny-girl resultantly escorts you out of her apartment. Insisting that she wants to walk you back through the staff-filled residential block, she holds onto your hand the entire time, occasionally looking over to you adoringly. The entire journey she very quiet, content to listen to what you have to say and to just enjoy the company, however, she does tell you, with a blush, how much she enjoyed your date together and that she really looks forward to the next one. She also briefly mentions that she’d love for you and her to go see a few specific bands together, that topic practically the only one where her voice gets louder than a shy whisper.
As you finally find yourselves out of the residential section, Villin waits patiently until you let go of her hand, not wanting to be the first to break the connection. Wrapping her arms around your waist, you pull her shoulders into you with your own embracing, moving in for a passionate and intimate kiss. Your tongues entwine pleasurably, the kiss going on for quite a while, the cute freckled girl submitting to your actions with a happy moan. Pulling back to take a breath, you can clearly tell that she doesn’t want to stop though is just as out of air as you are, a slight pout curling into the edges of her mouth. Indulging her a little you have one last quick, yet tender kiss, before gently untangling her from you.
<span class="female">"I had … I had a really nice time. It was so sweet of you to take me out like that. Please look after yourself, I know how rough it can be to be a trainee here, so please try and avoid trouble for me. If you want to … you know, to come see me or take me out again, then … I’d like that"</span>, explains Villin in a hushed and awkward tone, the blush on her face so deep by now that you can’t even make out her freckles. Leaning into you for one last quick hug, she waves you goodbye, nervously heading back to her apartment afterwards. Left along you take a moment to think about how your date went.
With your date now finally come to an end, you [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')][if($villinRelationship<=95){$villinRelationship += 5;}else{$villinRelationship = 100;};]].Taking Villin to an ice cream parlour you’ve spotted in the main recreational hub, you both soon arrive at, <span class="neutral">"Mr Creamy’s"</span>, the cartoon mascot for which is a large muscular man completely naked except for an ice cream cone where his cock would be. Making sure to have properly read the sign it seems all pretty normal other than that, though they do proudly state they’re a subsidiary of ‘Milky’s’ stating that they offer ice cream made from various forms of milk.
Ordering for the both of you, you politely ask the waitress to bring you a couple of fizzy drinks and a large sundae to share between you. You sit waiting for a little while, though the service is pretty quick, the humongous ice-cream-based dessert arriving before you expected it to. Covered in bright sparklers, wafers, a little umberala, a few chocolate flakes and straws, and a heaping of assorted syrups, you’re not even sure where to start. The mixing-bowl sized portion comprised of a wide variety of scoop flavours, you start to tackle the insurmountable pudding sitting before the both of you.
Joking and laughing, the size of the treat rapidly becomes a running joke between the two of you, the tiny dessert spoons barely making an impact into it. Surprisingly, it doesn’t seem to melt easily, maybe a breakthrough in ice cream technology discovered within the facility, but it doesn’t taste odd or seem to do anything, the ice cream just exactly what you expected, delicious tasting and full of sugar. Stranger still, the tiny bunny-girl you’re sharing it with manages to outpace you, her love for ice cream and desserts in general prompting her to ravage the tasty treat. You don’t know how she manages to fit all that creamy goodness into such a tiny form, but somehow she does, practically vibrating from the combined joy and sugar rush she’s gained from eating it
You don’t manage to finish it, not by far, at least half of the immense portion left. Though, talking to the waitress, it seems like that isn’t unusual, the chatty worker even commenting on a prize for couples who can finish the whole serving in under and hour, something you’re unsure you could ever manage, even with Villin’s almost supernatural ability to eat ice cream. Instead, however, you sit around for a while drinking your soft drinks and chatting, having a good time and getting to know each other better.
Eventually though, getting a little sleepy, [[Villin suggests you both go back to her apartment|Date Villin Apartment]].Taking Villin to a bar all the way down on the industrial district of the facility, it takes a while to travel between the floors, the bar itself out of the way even in terms of the industrial floor of the facility. Passing down the grimy hallways filled with pipes, wires and boiler suit wearing maintenance staff, you keep a firm hold of Villin’s hand, pulling her close to you so that she doesn’t feel uneasy from the locale. Strangely, your bunny-girl girlfriend seems to do much better down here than she did back when you met her in the recreational plaza, her issue maybe stemming from their being too many people, or possibly too wide an open area, though you can’t be sure
At last arriving at the bar, the sound of live jazz piano music already catching your attention long before you catch sight of the innocuous door, you hurry inside, not wanting to miss the show. Entering, you’re surprised to find that premises interior is extremely roomy and well-kept, the interior warm and comforting like you might expect from an old country pub. The bar is a bit of a warren in and of itself, comprised of lots of little rooms with plush arm chairs and traditional looking wooden fixtures.
Finding Villin somewhere comfortable to sit, the venue more of relaxed atmosphere than some sort of rowdy gig, you order a couple of drinks for the two of you, delivering them back just as the main band of the night begins to play. Settled into a warm cubby hole just off of the main room, engulfed in a thick leather sofa next to a stonework fireplace with what looks like a wood burning heater inside of it, you can just about make out the band. They are certainly what you’d expect given the atmosphere of the pub, older gentlemen, playing an eclectic match of instruments between them, including a saxophone player and even someone who does a bit on the harmonica. You do, however, note that they don’t have a singer, completely focussed instead on playing jazz and blues music.
Listening to the music, warm and cosy, you both just relax, enjoying the peace of it all, Villin curled up into you. Occasionally commenting on the particular music piece being currently played, as you’d suspected, Villin is not only seemingly a big fan of jazz and blues music, but specifically loves the particular band you’ve brought her out to see, having followed the staff member filled band practically since they started. Going into great detail about the band’s history, gigs and general state, by the time you’ve finished your first drink you think you’ve heard more from Villin than you have during the entirety of your trip here, if not previous dates as well.
Eventually though, getting a little sleepy, [[Villin suggests you both go back to her apartment|Date Villin Apartment]].You stride confidently towards your intended destination, taking a short detour through the facilities main shopping plaza on your way. There’s no reason you couldn’t stop for a quick bit of window shopping on the way through, you think to yourself, smiling at how smart you’re being at managing your time.
That’s when you smell sweets. Lovely tasty sugary sweets. Following your nose, you arrive in front of a small, yet exceedingly pink kiosk, your mouth already beginning to salivate. Displayed before you, you can see a wide array of differing chocolates and sweets, their sumptuous scents each enticing you to investigate them. Deciding that you have a bit of spare time, you stare longingly at the tempting treats, a string of drool hanging from the corner of your mouth, a testament to your desire for them.
…
Looking up, you spot the stalls owner, a younger looking man, likely just come of age at around eighteen or nineteen, his expression awkward to say the least. His floppy brown hair frames a relatively handsome face, though he’s not exactly buff, more cute than handsome. You momentarily wonder if you’re doing something wrong by loitering next to his candy, though you decide that if he didn’t want people to wait around then he shouldn’t have made it all smell so good, your actions his own fault.
<span class="male">"Hey, um, yeah … are you going to buy anything? I just … you’re sort of … you’re sort of drooling on some of the wrapped candy packages and … I sort of need to sell those …"</span>, he practically whimpers, his tone uncomfortable and a little squeaky. Though, with his hands beneath the table, you wonder if maybe he has a little crush on you, you’re pretty hot stuff after all.
Wondering if you can flirt some free stuff out of him, doing exactly what you should do as a sexy <<if $pronoun == 1>>woman<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>man<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>bimbo<<elseif $vagina>>woman<<elseif $penis>>man<</if>>, you bite your <<checkLips>> bottom lip lustfully. Putting on your best flirty feminine voice, you purr, <span class="bimbo">"Like, but I’m soooo hungry, and your sweets smell super good. Don’t you want to see me lick your … lollipops? If you’re nice to me, then, like, maybe I’ll do something nice for you too babe"</span><<if $breastSize >2>>, as you do leaning forward and pressing together your <<checkBreast>> boobs invitingly<</if>>. Of course, you don’t really have any intention to do anything in return, the thrill of trying to flirt yourself some free candy too great for the thought of going any further to cross your mind.
<span class="male">"Huh … wait, what?"</span>, the awkward man responds, his voice breaking amusingly mid-way through, requiring you to resist really hard the instinct to giggle mockingly. <span class="male">"But … huh … I just wanted you to … to stop drooling on my stuff. Would you go if I gave you something for free?"</span>, the store owner obviously distracted by your hot body.
<span class="bimbo">"Like, I knew you couldn’t resist my charms cutie. But, like, what do you have?"</span>, you giggle in response getting a little distracted, your plan to get yourself some treats maybe even more fun than having the candy will.
His eyes shifting about as if he’s not sure where to look, he squeakily answers you, <span class="male">"Um … okay! We have a few different … er, options. Here at </span><span class="bimbo">‘Bimbo Bites’</span><span class="male"> we specialize in candy to … for pretty girls. We have a big selection, just take something and please … you know … go after … please"</span>.
<span class="male">"First we have the <b>Gummy Boobs</b>. They’re a big favourite and are strawberry flavoured gummy candy shaped like breasts, but the twist is the … the nipples are flavoured like raspberries, to give it a little something special. They can be pretty giggly, so you have to hold onto them hard"</span>.
<span class="male">"Then we have the <b>Rainbow Lollipops</b>. They’re really big, and they last a long time. Overall, they’re pretty normal, with a tutti-frutti flavour, and a favourite of many of our customers. We have had concerns in the past about allergy reactions, mostly lip swelling, but our customers actually like it so we haven’t changed the recipe"</span>.
<span class="male">"Next we have <b>Big Booty Fudge</b>. It sounds a bit … I know ... at first, but it’s not what you think. It’s a joke you see, the fudge is just shaped like little butts is all. Though, it’s got a lot of sugar in it, so maybe the name is right after all"</span>, the clerk laughing at his own joke this time.
<span class="male">"We also have the <b>Platinum Liquorice Laces</b>. Not as big a seller as some, because not everyone is a fan of liquorice, but our sort of white and yellow coloured liquorice laces are very tasty. We make them with a combination of lemon and honey, so they are sweet with a bit of a kick to them. Plus, they’re just so long and wavy, I think they look pretty cool"</span>.
<span class="male">"Finally we have the <b>Good Girl Gingerbread</b>. They’re a new option, but we think they’ll sell well. What they are is gingerbread figures with pink icing, but the twist is that they are shaped like … attractive women. We got some of the ingredients fresh here in the facility, which we were really happy about, and we hope they’ll become one of our best treats. So … erm, please pick something quickly …"</span>, finishes the guy, clearly flustered by your charms.
You take a moment to think, vaguely remembering that you had something to do, somewhere to be. However, a faint feeling in the back of your mind reminds you that you need to relax and enjoy yourself. Not sure what to do, you look over at the squirming geeky stall owner, his amusing nervousness motivating you to make a decision quickly.
Do you:
[[Accept the offer and try the gummy boobs|Bimbo Gummy Breasts][$ggp += 100;]]
[[Accept the offer and try the large rainbow lollipop|Bimbo Psychedelic Lollipop][$ggp += 100;]]
[[Accept the offer and try the big booty fudge|Bimbo Butt Fudge][$ggp += 100;]]
[[Accept the offer and try the platinum liquorice laces|Bimbo Platinum Liquorice][$ggp += 100;]]
[[Accept the offer and try the good girl gingerbread|Bimbo Good Girl Gingerbread][$ggp += 100;]]
<<if $bimboSkill == 3>>Declining the offer just doesn’t seem like a good choice, the hazy pink voice in the back of your mind reminding you just how much you love sweet things.<<else>>[[Decline the offer|Bimbo Decline]]<</if>>Making your decision, you happily giggle, <span class="bimbo">"I’ll have the some of the boobies please. Tasty tits for me"</span>, getting very excited over the boob-based joke you just made, jumping up and down on the spot energetically.
Handing you over the packet of gelatinous hooters, you rapidly rip open the packaging, palming one of the jiggly knockers. It’s about half the size of your hand, which is pretty big at gummy candy goes, and the way the fun bag wobbles in your hand you think that the store owner might have been onto something with his comment about them jiggling out of your grasp. Not wanting to give it the chance, you quickly scarf it down, humming loudly as the juicy honker rolls around in your mouth, your cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk due to its size.
It tastes great, however, as the jelly chunks begin to roll down your throat you suddenly start to feel an odd stretching sensation within your chest. A spreading warmth indicates to you that something is happening to your chest, more specifically you think it’s likely <<if $breastSize ==0>>that you’re growing breasts<<else>>that your boobies are getting even bigger<</if>>.
<<if $breastSize <17>>It seems you are right, as, with a loud springing sound before your very eyes you see that your chest is gaining some weight, jiggling outward and bouncing around in a way that’s just too hilarious not to giggle at. Running your hands over them to check them out, you can’t help but moan lewdly, your tits super sensitive to the touch and making you majorly horny. Your soft heaving mounds are a little heavy too, but that’s just the price you pay for having awesome chest pillows. <<if $breastSize <= 7>><<set $breastSize +=10>><<else>><<set $breastSize = 17>><</if>>In the end, you’d guess that they were now about a <<checkBreast>>, the strange candy still causing them to occasionally wobble about as if they had a mind of their own.<<else>>It seems you were wrong though, as your boobs don’t seem to be getting any bigger. Then again, they’re already pretty humongous chest pillows, easily mistakable for beach balls at a distance. They do feel really good though, a quick touch of them causing you to moan lewdly, suddenly feeling majorly horny.<</if>>
Seeing your odd reaction, the vender gasps nervously, pulling some cash out of the till which he throws your way, <span class="male">"I’m … that’s not … please leave now …."</span>, his speech failing him as he tries to say something, probably trying to pay you off for a blow-job you giggle to yourself, grabbing the cash. Of course, that’s not part of the game, so sticking your tongue out at him, you turn and run, laughing excitedly all the way.
Finally taking your leave, you slowly amble around the shopping plaza, eating the rest of your booby candy. Thinking back on today, you’re rather happy with how things went, having made a bit of money, about 100 G.G.P in total, and gotten some free stuff. Though you did have somewhere to be, didn’t you?
Unsure where you're supposed go, or what you're supposed to be doing, you decide to <a data-passage="Travel Back">travel back to your room</a>.Making your decision, you happily giggle, <span class="bimbo">"I’ll have one of those awesomely cute lollipops please. I just can’t wait to wrap my lips around it and lick it until it’s all finished"</span>, getting very excited over the oral-based joke you just made, jumping up and down on the spot energetically.
Handing you over one of the giant rainbow swirled lollipops, you rapidly rip open the packaging, staring into the giant swirling pattern. It’s as big as your head, and the way that the colours merge into each other is just psychedelic, making you feel pretty great about your choice. Not wanting to hold back any longer, you stick your tongue out as far as you can, humming loudly as you take a huge lick across the whole of its surface, the tutti-fruti flavour filling your senses. So much so, that you can’t help but wrap your <<checkLips>> lips around one corner of it, suckling it playfully.
It tastes great, however, as you pull it back and end up looking once more into the hypnotic swirl of the design you suddenly start to feel kind of odd. It’s just, your head is feeling all smoky and hazy, things just becoming so hard to think about. Simultaneously, a warmth running through your head, lips and to a lesser extent your whole body, makes you a little confused. Wondering if maybe it’s a bad reaction to the treat for the briefest moment, you can’t look away from the entrancing rainbow treat.
Then things start to get all swirly and dizzy. Tottering on the spot, wobbling back and forth, you begin to giggle at how fun the strange feeling is. You’re not sure exactly what’s going on, but whatever it is you feel amazing, like you’re on top of the world. Waving your hands about, they eventually land on your face, both your hands and your facial features feeling different, more feminine and delicate maybe, softer to the touch.<<if $lipSize < 3>><<set $lipSize += 1>> That is, accept your lips. Weirdly, your lips in fact seem to have puffed up and become larger, your cute kissers now plumped up into <<checkLips>> lips.<</if>><<if $femininity <=90>><<set $femininity += 10>><<else>><<set $femininity = 100>><</if>>
Seeing your odd reaction, the vender gasps nervously, pulling some cash out of the till which he throws your way, <span class="male">"I’m … that’s not … please leave now …."</span>, his speech failing him as he tries to say something, probably trying to pay you off for a blow-job you giggle to yourself, grabbing the cash. Of course, that’s not part of the game, so sticking your tongue out at him, you turn and run, laughing excitedly all the way.
Finally taking your leave, you slowly amble around the shopping plaza, slowly licking away the rest of your swirling lollipop. Thinking back on today, you’re rather happy with how things went, having made a bit of money, about 100 G.G.P in total, and gotten some free stuff. Though you did have somewhere to be, didn’t you?
Unsure where you're supposed go, or what you're supposed to be doing, you decide to [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]].Making your decision, you happily giggle, <span class="bimbo">"I’ll have the some of that ass fudge please. No butts, just candy"</span>, getting very excited over the bum-based joke you just made, jumping up and down on the spot energetically.
Handing you over the packet of sugary rears, you rapidly rip open the packaging, palming one of the sculpted fudge bottoms. It’s about half the size of your hand, which is pretty big as far as fudge lumps go, and the definition on the bums is pretty awesome, you even spotting a couple of cute dimples on the one you’re holding. Not wanting to resist it any longer, you quickly scarf it down, humming loudly as the firm butt rolls around in your mouth, your cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk due to its size.
It tastes great, however, as the chocolatey fudge chunks begin to roll down your throat you suddenly start to feel an odd stretching sensation from your behind. A spreading warmth indicates to you that something is happening to your bum. Wondering if maybe it’s getting bigger from all the sugar in your treat, you put your hands on it curiously.
<<if $assSize < >><<set $assSize +=1>>It seems you are right, as, with a loud springing sound before your very eyes you see that your ass is gaining some weight, jiggling outward and bouncing around in a way that’s just too hilarious not to giggle at. Running your hands over each cheek to check them out, you can’t help but moan lewdly, your ass super sensitive to the touch and making you majorly horny. Your soft rear mounds are a little heavier too, but that’s just the price you pay for having the sort of bum that makes everyone swoon. In the end, you’d say it looked like a <<checkAss>> rear now, the strange candy still causing it to occasionally wobble about as if it had a mind of its own.<<else>>It seems you were wrong though, as your ass don’t seem to be getting any bigger. Then again, it’s already pretty humongous, easily mistakable for you carry around a pair of beach balls back there at a distance. It does feel really good though, a quick touch of your rear cheeks causing you to moan lewdly, suddenly feeling majorly horny.<</if>>
Seeing your odd reaction, the vender gasps nervously, pulling some cash out of the till which he throws your way, <span class="male">"I’m … that’s not … please leave now …."</span>, his speech failing him as he tries to say something, probably trying to pay you off for a blow-job you giggle to yourself, grabbing the cash. Of course, that’s not part of the game, so sticking your tongue out at him, you turn and run, laughing excitedly all the way.
Finally taking your leave, you slowly amble around the shopping plaza, eating the rest of your booty candy. Thinking back on today, you’re rather happy with how things went, having made a bit of money, about 100 G.G.P in total, and gotten some free stuff. Though you did have somewhere to be, didn’t you?
Unsure where you're supposed go, or what you're supposed to be doing, you decide to [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]].Making your decision, you happily giggle, <span class="bimbo">"I’ll have the some of those platinum liquorice sticks. There’s something about tasty firm rods I can’t resist"</span>, getting very excited over the dick joke you just made, jumping up and down on the spot energetically.
Handing you over the packet of lemon and honey liquorice, you rapidly rip open the packaging, pulling out one of the bendy yellow sticks. It’s pretty long, maybe even as long as your arm, but, at the same time not very thick, more ropey strands than chunky tubes. Not wanting to resist it any longer, you quickly scarf it down, humming loudly as you stuff a whole lemon lace into your mouth at once, your cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk due to its size.
It tastes great, however, as the first chunks of liquorice begin to roll down your throat you suddenly start to feel an odd sensation in your head, pressure and tension where there previously wasn’t any. A spreading warmth indicates to you that something is happening to your head, though what you can’t tell. Wondering if maybe it’s an allergic reaction you shrug, continuing to chew on your mouthful of sugary goodness as you do so.
The first thing you notice is that the warmth is concentrating itself right at the top of your scalp. <<if $hairLength <7>>Trying to catch sight of what’s going on you watch on as your hair begins to lengthen dramatically, growing out from its previous <<checkHair>> length all the way down to now being <<if $hairLength <=4>><<set $hairLength += 3>><<else>><<set $hairLength = 7>><</if>><<checkHair>><<else>>From the way it tingles, you half expect your hair to grow, however, seeing as it’s already pretty awesomely long it doesn’t seem to have much of a noticeable effect<</if>>. <<if $hairColour != "platinum blonde">>The wave of heat rolling down so it encompasses the entire length of your long luscious locks of $hairColour hair, you watch on in shock as it suddenly shifts into a platinum blonde tone, the exact colour so pretty that you’re lest staring at it transfixed for minutes on end<<set $hairColour = "platinum blonde">><<else>>The way the heat keeps concentrating on your hair, spreading across the entirety of it, you get the impression that it might be trying to change your hair colour, but, looking down at your long luscious locks of hair you see that they remain the super pretty platinum blonde it currently is, something that you’re pretty relieved to see<</if>>.
Seeing your odd reaction, the vender gasps nervously, pulling some cash out of the till which he throws your way, <span class="male">"I’m … that’s not … please leave now …."</span>, his speech failing him as he tries to say something, probably trying to pay you off for a blow-job you giggle to yourself, grabbing the cash. Of course, that’s not part of the game, so sticking your tongue out at him, you turn and run, laughing excitedly all the way.
Finally taking your leave, you slowly amble around the shopping plaza, eating the rest of your long strings of lemony candy. Thinking back on today, you’re rather happy with how things went, having made a bit of money, about 100 G.G.P in total, and gotten some free stuff. Though you did have somewhere to be, didn’t you?
Unsure where you're supposed go, or what you're supposed to be doing, you decide to [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]].Making your decision, you happily giggle, <span class="bimbo">"I’ll have the some of that sexy gingerbread please. She’s so hot it’ll almost be like I’m eating myself … out"</span>, getting very excited over the sex-based joke you just made, jumping up and down on the spot energetically.
Handing you over the packet of pink iced gingerbread women, you rapidly rip open the packaging, palming one of the sexy bimbo biscuits. It’s a little bigger than the size of your hand, which is pretty big as far a cookie goes, especially one as pink-tastic as this one, and she’s just so detailed, a tiny cute pink dress with lots of frills, heck you can even make out two tiny iced nipples on her rocking boobs. Not wanting to resist it any longer, you quickly chomp down on her sexy boobs, humming loudly as the strawberry iced gingerbread chunk rolls around in your mouth, your cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk due to its size.
It tastes great, wonderful even, however, as the sexy bimbo chunks begin to roll down your throat you suddenly start to feel kind of odd. It’s just, your head is feeling all smoky and hazy, things just becoming so hard to think about. Simultaneously, a warmth running through your head makes you a little worried, your forehead feeling like it’s on fire you’re getting so hot. Wondering if maybe it’s a bad reaction to the treat, you put your hands on it curiously, trying your best not to think, something that seems pretty easy all of a sudden.
The things start to get all swirly, hypnotically so. Tottering on the spot, wobbling back and forth, you begin to giggle at how fun the strange feeling is, a second voice in the back of your mind joining it. <span class="bimbo">"Good girl! Obeying is fun! Thinking is hard! Sex is for everyone!"</span>, it giggles, its happy cheers pretty compelling, the suggestion to let others be in charge making a lot of sense at the moment. Drooling a little, that in of itself funny to you, you proceed to just make loud, <span class="bimbo">"Oooh"</span>, sounds, transfixed on the pink light show.<<if $submission <=90>><<set $submission += 10>><<else>><<set $submission = 100>><</if>>
Seeing your odd reaction, the vender gasps nervously, pulling some cash out of the till which he throws your way, <span class="male">"I’m … that’s not … please leave now …."</span>, his speech failing him as he tries to say something, probably trying to pay you off for a blow-job you giggle to yourself, grabbing the cash. Of course, that’s not part of the game, so sticking your tongue out at him, you turn and run, laughing excitedly all the way.
Finally taking your leave, you slowly amble around the shopping plaza, eating the rest of your bimbo gingerbread. Thinking back on today, you’re rather happy with how things went, having made a bit of money, about 100 G.G.P in total, and gotten some free stuff. Though you did have somewhere to be, didn’t you?
Unsure where you're supposed go, or what you're supposed to be doing, you decide to [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]].<<if $hannahMood >0>><<set $hannahMood -= 1>><</if>>Taking you firmly in hand, the cruel brunette insistently leads you away, her vindictive grin seemingly permanently affixed to her face. Pulled along like a ragdoll, you hear her gloat, <span class="female">"<<if $hannahMood == 0>>Such a badly behaved little baby once more. Not wearing <<if $femininity >=0>>her<<else>>his<</if>> diaper, my precious ickle <<if $femininity >=0>>sis<<else>>bro<</if>> is clearly acting out for attention even after the first time. Only big kids and brats take off their diapers, and you’ve clearly proven to me that you’re a brat now. Well, sweet Hannah is going to show you how the naughtiest of brats get treated by giving you a spanking session you’ll never forget. Oh, I’ve got something especially memorable in mind for you today. Maybe then you’ll wear those padded undies, even if it’s just to avoid ever getting in my bad books as badly as today. Now I hope you’re going to be apologetic for being so naughty<<else>>I thought I expected better of you $firstName, that you’d learned after the first time. I even thought that maybe you’d learned your place already. Not wearing <<if $femininity >=0>>her<<else>>his<</if>> diaper, my precious little <<if $femininity >=0>>sister<<else>>brother<</if>> is obviously crying out for attention. Well, only big kids and brats take off their diapers, and you’re certainly not a big kid so I guess that means I’ll have to treat you like a brat. Now, your big sister Hannah is going to make sure you’re a good little baby by giving you a spanking session you’ll never forget. Oh, I’ve got something especially memorable in mind for you today. Maybe then you’ll make sure to wear those padded undies, for me. Now I hope you’re going to be apologetic for being so naughty<</if>>"</span>.
<<if $submission >= 0>>Squeaking a worried, <span class="player">"Sorry Hannah, I really didn’t mean it, can’t you just give me a normal spanking"</span>, in response, worried about what her special surprise is, you hope that your compliance will soften your mean ‘big sister’, even if it’s just slightly. Of course, by now you know better than to truly expect any mercy from Hannah.<<else>>Grunting a rushed, <span class="player">"I’m not apologising … but, maybe I’m a bit sorry"</span>, in response to your mean ‘big sister’, so distracted by your worry about her special surprise that you’re pulled slightly off your feet in the process by her rapid pace. Of course, by now you know that regardless of what you answer, you can’t truly expect any mercy from Hannah. That said, maybe sucking up to her a little might help.<</if>>
Laughing at your response and picking up the pace, Hannah eventually pulls you into a crowded atrium, the way she slows down making you nervous, the possibility that she’s going to spank you so publicly making you anxious and already embarrassed. Shaking and not wanting to go, she leads you over to a bench, making sure to make as much noise as she can as she does, drawing more than a few stares from the passing bystanders.
Unceremoniously dragged across her lap, you can’t help but let an unhappy wail, your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>><<checkBreast>> boobs<</if>> pressed uncomfortably against the bench. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>Not giving you time to recover, with some precision, as if she’s practiced these efforts before, Hannah parts and rearranged your $currentClothing, giving her unimpeded access to your behind.<<else>>Not giving you time to recover, she runs her hands down your distracted form, seemingly appreciative of your lack of clothing.<</if>> As your <<checkAss>> bottom, clad in <<if $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>your $currentUnderwear<<else>>nothing, completely bare to the world,<</if>> waves temptingly in the air, about to receive its just reward, you’re sure you hear a distinct murmur of absolute joy.
<span class="female">"Now, I’m a very loving and caring big sister, but I don’t think you appreciate just how great of one I am. In a moment I’m going to give you 20 spanks as your punishment for not wearing your diaper. However, before we get to that, you’re going to thank me for everything I do for you. Not just that, but you’re going to do it loudly and sincerely, so that everyone can hear"</span>, explains Hannah condescendingly, savouring the moment as she pins you with one delicate arm to her lap.
Turning your head to look up at her, you mumble quietly, <span class="player">"No, Hannah, you don’t need to, I’ll be good"</span>, hoping your last-ditch effort might be successful. But, when a cacophonous slap lands upon your behind, you begin to regret your failed plan.
Calling out loudly in a sing-song voice, Hannah laughs, <span class="female">"That didn’t sound like a thank you at all. You might be a big baby, but I know perfectly well that you’ve learned how to be good mannered, even if you have to be motivated to do so. That’s why I’m going to keep spanking you until you do. Of course, these don’t go onto your total, so you’re just making it worse for yourself, but it’s fun for me so I don’t mind you holding out"</span>, another spank landing on the other cheek, Hannah proving to you that she isn’t joking.
A small gathering of people wandering over to watch your humiliation, you decide that prolonging things more than you need to is a dumb plan, Hannah unyielding, especially when it comes to punishments. As such, you respond in a loud voice, not wanting her to punish you for being too quiet either, <span class="player">"Please big sis! Please give me my spanking! I’ve been really bad and you’ve been so nice, I totally deserve this and it’s all my fault, just please give me my spanking!"</span>, a few laughs breaking out across your onlookers but less than there could have been if you’d delayed.
<span class="female">"Hmph, well I suppose that’s a good show of appreciation. I mean, you didn’t say thank you, but you did plead with your big sis to spank you, so I that is close enough, this time. You know those two spanks don’t count right? So you’ve got 20 left to go through? I’m going to make sure they’re super extra stingy so that maybe this time you remember your lesson and don’t have to get punished again, because you were still naughty after last time. Though maybe so many people seeing how naughty a baby you are will finally give you the attention you needed"</span>, lectures Hannah rhetorically and loudly, clearly enjoying having an audience.
Thud, goes the first strike, a cheer breaking out from the slowly growing crowd, the pain and humiliation making you yelp pitiably.
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
Strike after strike rains down, merciless and unyielding. This time even the first strikes are painful, your butt already slightly tenderized by her establishing blows. Especially with Hannah trying to outdo herself with each one, your poor behind begins to sting uncomfortably in a very short amount of time. As she continues, your bum aches from the ferocity of the strikes, the mean trainee making sure to strike the spots again and again to compound your pain and discomfort. Worse, the gathering of onlookers is loving every moment of it, mocking your plight whilst simultaneously goading Hannah on to be even rougher, if that can be believed.
However, as the punishment continues things only get more terrible. The loud sound of your poor behind being punished rings heavily in your ears, and a reactionary heat now flows through each cheek, leaving you off-balance and confused, your world a stinging torrent of smacks. But truly worst of all, the continued pain and humiliation is making you incredibly aroused. Beneath you, your <<if $penis>>cock is rock hard and drooling pre-cum<<else>>cunt is drooling wet<</if>>, threatening to dribble over Hannah’s yoga pants, the result of which you don’t want to even think of. <<if $submission >0>>Unable to maintain your composure, you kick your legs and cry, wailing for mercy the peanut gallery just finding more amusement from this. Your tear and snot streaked face contorting on every painful contact.<<else>>You just about manage to maintain your composure, not wanting to give the mean girl the satisfaction of seeing you cry from your punishment. That is, until one of the onlookers shouts that you’re a, <span class="female">"Big cry baby!"</span>, the relatively mild insult in your weakened state being just enough to tip you over the edge into kicking your legs and crying, snot and tears streaked across your face from the degrading painful contact.<</if>>
Giving your heavily tenderized bottom a quick squeeze, Hannah leans down and whispers in your ear, <span class="female">"All done! But, before I’m fully done you’re going to thank me once more and tell all these lovely people how much you <b>enjoyed</b> what I just did to you, because we both know that you loved every moment of it. So, unless you want me to start all over again, or maybe even let one of them have a go at disciplining you, then you’d better start grovelling quickly, my precious little <<if $femininity >=0>>sister<<else>>brother<</if>>"</span>. Whilst it’s sometimes hard to tell, the ferocity of her tone catches you, making you feel especially small and ultimately sure that she’s telling the truth.
<span class="player">"I’m so sorry everyone!"</span>, you wail loudly, not entirely acting after the thorough spanking you just received, snot still drying on your top lip, <span class="player">"I was bad … I didn’t … I didn’t wear my diaper when I should have! But my big sister Hannah looks after me and she punished me like I deserved. She’s the best big sister, and I’m very thankful that she cares about me enough to … to make sure that I’m properly diapered …"</span>, your sobs momentarily returning, the crowd hanging onto your every word as if it’s the most entertaining thing they’ve seen in months.
Patting you on the head condescendingly, you lean into the comfort she provides, not caring if it’s fake or not. As she does, Hannah loudly announces, <span class="female">"See everyone, so well behaved, I couldn’t ask for a better baby <<if $femininity >=0>>sister<<else>>brother<</if>>. I mean, <<if $femininity >=0>>she’s<<else>>he’s<</if>> a brat and a squirmer, but you know, I’m willing to put the time in to make sure <<if $femininity >=0>>she’s<<else>>he’s<</if>> given the attention <<if $femininity >=0>>she<<else>>he<</if>> needs. I’m sure, now that all you fine folks have seen <<if $femininity >=0>>her<<else>>him<</if>> being punished that the little baby will remember to wear their diaper. Otherwise big sis Hannah will have to think up an even bigger punishment than even this. For now though, I think <<if $femininity >=0>>she<<else>>he<</if>> can go. But, not before you give me a big thankyou hug goodbye"</span>, the girl helping you off her lap, thankfully this time does not notice your arousal, too wrapped up in her energetic gloating to the gathering of people.
Your bum throbbing with ache, likely red and swollen from its mistreatment, you tentatively stand up, letting out a small pained sigh. Knowing there isn’t any escape, you give the girl her hug, hoping that will end things for now, the crowd going wild when you do. Making a hasty retreat, pushing your way through them, you leave Hannah where she sits, the last thing you see of her she’s still talking to the group who viewed your punishment, giving out tips from the sounds of it. Pain and heat still radiating from your behind, the crimson blush of humiliation making you feel much worse, you take a deep breath to center yourself, wondering if there might be some way to get her to stop. Maybe you could even find someone who could help you deal with the mean brunette. Then again, maybe you’re kind of getting attached to the mean girls attention?
<<include [[Travel To End]]>><<if $hannahMood <2>><<set $hannahMood += 1>><</if>>Following behind her, it’s only a moment before Hannah turns and takes your hand <<if $hannahMood == 1>>roughly, giggling to herself in a way that you’re sure doesn’t bode well for your future<<else>>softly, stifling a laugh to herself in a way that gives you the impression she has something mean planned<</if>>. She doesn’t actually say anything, but she certainly has a plan in mind, dragging you along as she heads to wherever it is she plans to go.
Stopping finally in a corridor near a dormitory section you’ve never been to before, Hannah turns to you, the action so sudden you almost collide into the cruel brunette. <span class="female">"We’re almost there, so now I’ve gotta tell you the next fun part. You’ve been <<if $hannahMood == 1>>an alright baby<<else>>a good little<</if>> <<if $femininity >=0>>sister<<else>>brother<</if>>, so I’ve got a special present for you. You only get to borrow it for now though"</span>.
Gulping nervously, you watch on as she pulls a bundle of pink cloth out of her bag and shoves it in your direction. Whispering a quiet, <span class="player">"Thank you Hannah"</span>, as you take the offered collection, becoming more worried by the moment, you carefully unfurl it, getting your first look at the ‘present’ Hannah has given you, at least for now.
It’s very … pink, even more so than you first thought. It’s also very lacey and puffy, over the top you’d say if asked by anyone other than Hannah. For a second you wonder if maybe she’s carrying it around for herself, but however funny that may be, you don’t think that’s the truth. Instead, when you spot the embroidered, <span class="neutral">"Big Baby!"</span>, across the chest, you’re pretty sure she must have had it made especially for you. Worse, there’s even a frilly matching baby bonnet that reminds you a little too much of a maid’s headdress, making the embarrassing outfit complete.
Grinning to the side, Hannah seems to decide you’ve had enough time examining the dress and that you should instead start to put it on. Starting by <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>manhandling you out of your $currentClothing, enjoying stripping you naked just a little too much<<else>>turning over the dress in her arms, enjoying keeping you naked just a little too much<</if>>, Hannah begins rolling up the dress to put it on you. Putting your arms up to make it easier for her, not wanting to cause a fuss, the pink monstrosity is soon engulfing you, the heavy ruffles barely held in check by a multitude of bows and buttons that Hannah harshly fastens around you, sealing you inside.
As you crinkle about, trying to get your bearings in the awkward outfit, Hannah fusses over you, smoothing sections out, fluffing the bows out, and just generally preening over you. <span class="female">"Don’t pout"</span>, she tuts playfully, <span class="female">"I only had the one dress and I think you look adorable in it. Maybe I’ll even take some pictures later, that way we can both remember this moment for a very long time. But, if you behave especially cute for me then maybe I’ll forget all about that … guess you’ll just have to keep me … entertained"</span>, the imposing girl explaining all of this as she tightly ties the garish bonnet over your head.
Unsure exactly how you look lacking a mirror, but pretty sure it’s humiliating enough to mortify you, your ‘big sister’ doesn’t give you time to dwell on matters too long, shoving you through a nearby doorway with little concern for your embarrassed squeals.
<span class="female">"Hey girls, this is my snot-nosed little <<if $femininity >=0>>sister<<else>>brother<</if>> $firstName. <<if $femininity >=0>>She’ll<<else>>He’ll<</if>> be serving us tea today for a while before I let <<if $femininity >=0>>her<<else>>him<</if>> go. If the big baby is rude to any of you or causes you any trouble, then feel free to punish <<if $femininity >=0>>her<<else>>him<</if>> as much as you want to"</span>, Hannah giggles towards a small group of girls sitting around a table, the shock of being seen as you are taking you a moment to get over, leaving you in a stunned silence.
Taking in everything before you, left for a few seconds at least to gather your senses as Hannah and her friends snicker amongst themselves at your nervous disposition, you glance over the room and the people within it. The room itself is a bit surprising, at least when you think of it within the context of Hannah. It’s very … girly. A sort of pastel pink and white tea room, the center of which is dominated by a doily covered table. Other than the main table and the chairs around it, the only other real furniture, aside from a small seating area to one side, is a long side table filled with delicate finger foods, cups, saucer, and a large porcelain teapot.
Meanwhile, sitting around the main table you count three people in total. The first, a blonde with a short bob haircut is maybe the most eye catching, her outfit out of place in comparison to the others, a superior smug look constantly smeared across her face. Wearing a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a slightly sweaty plain white tank top that shows off her D-Cup breasts, you get the impression that she might have just come from working out in a gym and has made little effort for their meetup. Thinking for a moment, you wonder what her lack of effort hygiene could mean, the girl even more sloppily dressed than Hannah, who despite wearing her usual pink hoodie and yoga pants, has at least made an effort with tying off her ponytail with a cute pink ribbon.
The next girl, however, seems to have really taken to the tea party theme, her dress much more ornate. In fact, you’d almost say it looked a lot like your own, just in a black and white theme and considerably longer to the point that it goes all the way down to her ankles. Still, she seems to be in good spirits, a large smile painted across the pretty brunettes’ face, her skin tone making you think that she might be of Indian heritage. Finally, you take stock of the last girl, a sleepy looking golden-blonde haired beauty in a sexy maid costume that hides very little. Though, from looking the quiet and currently yawning girl over, you get the impression that she might just be lazy, her long hair slightly tangled and matted, whilst her outfit looks very quick to throw on, even if it is in keeping with the them.
Still, you know you’re not going to be left standing around gawping forever. It doesn’t take too long before [[Hannah starts trying to get your attention subtly|Travel TO ABDL Hannah Happy Humiliate End]].<<set $preAuction.voluntary = true>><<set $ggp += 1000>>Selecting the option to be sent to auction in your room tablet, Alice the facility monotonously states in response, <span class="neutral">"Thank you trainee $firstName for selecting to be voluntarily sent to final slave processing. For doing so you have allotted 1000 G.G.P as a parting gift for usage during the limited time you have left within the facility. Guards have been mobilized to come collect you at their earlies convenience for transport. I truly hope you have a bright future ahead of you"</span>. Whilst her voice is as robotic as ever, you’re sure you catch the briefest glimmer of emotion concealed in her words, a hint of pride in her successful charge.
It’s not five minutes before your door wooshes open, a pair of large black body-armour clad guards standing in the entryway. <span class="male">"Trainee, come with us, we’ve been tasked with bringing you to see Director Stein"</span>, the terse nature of the command lost a little in the muffling caused by the thick gleaming full-face helmet.
Taking one last look around your bedroom during your time on the trainee program, you sigh a little, nervous over your impending auctioning. Of course, you know better than to leave the two hulking brutes waiting, offering a quiet, <span class="player">"Yes sir"</span>, as you approach.
Falling into line one on either side of you, like they might be your personal body guards, the pair begin walking, expecting you to keep up with them. Travelling through your dormitory atrium, they guide you into a lift. A short and uneventful lift later, you end up in a section of the facility you’ve never been in before, a particularly drab and not necessarily well-maintained set of corridors, pealing paintwork on the walls making you uneasy. You try to figure out if this is some sort of trick, but, covered as they are, you can’t make out what mood the two figures are in. Eventually, however, you arrive at a door with a frosted glass window pane, the name, <span class="neutral">"Director Stein (3)"</span>, emblazoned across it.
The room they lead you to is remarkably a small, drab, and grey, certainly not what you’d expect after their previous indicator that the owner was a facility director. The main feature, right in front of you, is a relatively innocuous desk manned by an officious looking man in a business suit. His short stature, and glasses, do nothing to make the man any less intimidating as he watches you menacingly over the rim of his coffee cup. Though, that might be in part due to your uneasiness over your uncertain future.
<span class="male">"Thank you for coming in today, <<if $femininity >0>>Miss<<else>>Mr<</if>> $secondName, I hope your travel to my office has been a pleasant one"</span>, his point about your arrival more aimed at the two guards escorting you, as if he’s trying to read their helmet hidden reactions. Waving them away, dismissing them, you’re not sure what conclusion he came to, but whatever it was you’re now left alone with him.
Waiting for them to completely depart and close the door behind them, he continues cordially, <span class="male">"My name is Mr Stein, one of the management staff here at ‘The Repurposing Center’. By and large I handle situations regarding the auctioning of highly valuable, fully trained slaves, making sure that all the legal requirements are met. You are a valuable asset, so it’s important that everything regarding your sale is handled diligently and with finesse. Therefore, in a moment I’m going to start explaining the procedure to you. I don’t expect you to respond, but if you have something extremely pressing to mention I am willing to hear it. There will, however, be a question and answer period after I’m finished, so please leave more minor queries until then"</span>.
His voice slightly monotone, like you might expect of a particularly dry history teacher, the man takes a moment to sip his drink, his worn-out expression showing at least a little attempt at trying to comfort you. <span class="male">"It seems that you’ve been brought into auction at your own request, hopefully because you believe you have reached the pinnacle level of training this facility can offer. For your cooperation you have been awarded 1000 G.G.P which should by now have been credited to your account, the value of which in your final hours at the facility I will explain to you in a moment. Regardless of whether you were a resistant trainee or one who has excelled during your time with us, it’s imperative that you cooperate as fully as possible over the upcoming auction process and all the build-up prior to it"</span>.
You open your mouth to comment but are unsure what to say, only offering an understanding nod. With the first smile you’ve seen on his face since you’ve met him, Stein continues, <span class="male">"Good. Now is the time for listening, not for talking, but it’s nice to see that you’re paying attention. You see, whilst you might not currently understand the importance of your upcoming role as a slave, it is in the end that, important. Whilst you do not need to know the full motives of this facility, it should be enough to comprehend that far more important to us than financial renumeration is the connections we create with the influential and elite of society. It is therefore beneficial for all parties involved for you to be sold to the best owner you can entice. Though, the truth is generally if you’re purchased for a high price you’re likely to be kept as a pampered pet, so ensuring that you reach a high final price is also something to keep in mind"</span>.
<span class="male">"There are a few other things to go over before we get into the exact details of your auction preparations, the most pressing of which I’ll go over now. Firstly, it’s entirely possible that you’ve attracted the attention of a member of staff within the facility or someone who holds similar levels of professional privilege. If that’s the case, then there is the chance that one of two things may occur momentarily. The first is that they will be notified of your auctioning, with the facility matching whatever funds they bid, in effect meaning that they’re purchasing you at half price. The second case, which is much rarer, is that you’ve been bought outright by an outstandingly high bid or through the influence of a major executive board member"</span>.
<span class="male">"The next major facet of the auctioning process that I need to explain to you now, is that of your G.G.P’s. You see, all Repurposed Trainee’s are given the opportunity post bidding to alter the final outcome of the bids. We’re not heartless here at ‘The Repurposing Center’, and we’ve found that over years of operation we hear better yearly check-in reports from owners when their slaves had some minor influence on the choosing process. That’s why we allow slaves to cash in their remaining G.G.P at the end of the process as if it were currency to add onto any final bid, with the same previous deal for facility staff applying. Lucky for you that you’ve come into additional funds by voluntarily coming to me today, but, there may be some additional chances during pre-auction processing to get yourself a few last-minute points if you’re especially well-behaved, so worth keeping up that good behaviour"</span>.
<span class="male">"That’s all the basics I feel necessary to explain out of the way. There’s certainly more, but I can carry on with outlining the pre-auction processing after we’ve gotten everything squared away first. It’s just a formality you must understand, as we currently own you in no uncertain terms, however, for the records department I must ask you to please sign your consent to your auctioning and subsequent sale. Doing so will award you with 500 G.G.P, which, as just explained still has some limited value to you in your final day or so here in the facility"</span>, the short yet imposing man finally finishes, getting another sip of his drink to soothe his throat after his prolonged speech.
Pulling a tablet computer from behind him, he places it on the table in front of you. Looking down at it, you see some sort of contract, however, the text is just too small to properly make out. Mr Stein doesn’t seem the sort to joke, or even to attempt to trick you, something about his demeanour giving you the impression that he doesn’t need to, the man maybe even more influential than he’s let on. Further, if what he says about the facility points is true, then maybe getting some more of them last minute might be to your benefit. But, in the end you need to make a decision whether to sign the document or not.
Do you:
[[Sign the tablet|Auction Introduction Sign][$ggp += 500; $preAuction.signed = true; if($submission <= 90){$submission += 10;}else{$submission = 100;};]]
[[Refuse to sign the tablet|Auction Introduction Do Not Sign][$preAuction.signed = false; if($submission >= -90){$submission -= 10;}else{$submission = -100;};]]Brought through further slightly dishevelled corridors by Mr Stein, the older bespectacled admin, tries to make small talk with you, mostly about your time in the facility. He seems to be trying to keep you calm more than anything, though it’s hard to tell as the man has a constant air of being heavily overworked about him. Despite everything, it’s nice that he’s trying at least, though you can’t help but be curious at the remarkably out-dated look of your surroundings.
Plucking up your courage, you state in a casual tone, <span class="player">"One thing I’ve noticed is that, well, this end of the facility seems a lot less lavishly decorated"</span>, hoping he takes the bate and gives you the answers you seek.
Not really seeming to mind, Mr Stein replies in his usual weary voice, <span class="male">"Oh, yes. Well it just didn’t seem worth the expenses. We don’t really have a massive amount of traffic down here, and what visitors we do have are staff or trainees, so there was never really a need to make it look impressive. Though, part of the reason is my fault really"</span>, taking a pause, maybe with a hint more emotion behind it, he continues, <span class="male">"I’m somewhat a creature of habit, and I didn’t really want the hassle of swapping offices, so everyone has worked around my requests. This is, technically, one of the oldest areas in the facility, back from when we were just a testing facility. However, all the necessary equipment is here, and it seemed a waste to just wall it up like so much of the outdated wings, so I was rather stubborn about wanting to keep using this area. I guess I’m just a curmudgeon, but they humour me … not that they’ve got too much choice"</span>.
You want to inquire further, especially after his last statement, not fully grasping his station within the internal hierarchy, but as he comes to a stop you get the feeling you’ve arrived at the testing room. Indeed, passing through a small slightly better kept atrium area, a receptionist desk manned by a tired looking worker, you’re quickly ferried through a pair of double doors marked as, <span class="neutral">"Trainee Examination Room"</span>.
Two voices break the silence, chatting amongst themselves, the voices feeling strangely familiar to you. Surveying the room itself, you seem to have ended up in something akin to an operating theatre, very sterile and clinical. A large metal table in the center dominates the room, seams upon its surface give you the impression it might configure in some way. Meanwhile, the two voices seem to be connected to a pair of people wearing lab coats, though as they currently stand with their backs to you passing medical instruments between themselves it’s hard to get a good look at them.
<span class="male">"And here we are"</span>, announces your officious tour guide, slowly guiding you over to the metal slab which he taps on, looking at you expectantly before he continues, <span class="male">"Dr Byrd and Dr Hewitt are one of the most effective duos’ I have under my scrutiny. They’ll be covering your initial examination and some early testing. I expect you be as accommodating as possible regarding their requests, and in turn if I hear of any impropriety from them I’ll be equally aggrieved. I’ll be back in an hour or two to help you continue your transitional period, so I’ll see you then"</span>.
Giving you a polite nod, a couple more nods aimed towards the doctors, though you’re unsure which is which, Mr Stein beats a hasty retreat, the man likely very busy. Hopping up to sit on the table, you’re left with the two doctors. Giving them both a more extensive look over, you see that one of them is an older looking brunette woman with a light brown skin tone, possibly of Indian origin, though it’s difficult to tell at a glance, her hair tied off neatly in a short ponytail. The other, also a brunette, is the more masculine of the pair, though not by much, his physique rather unimpressive. A younger male doctor, he gives off a much more anxious vibe than his partner, though they both appear to be suitably comfortable in their jobs.
The woman approaching first, albeit somewhat slowly, a patch on her lab coat lapel identifying her as Dr Byrd, she takes a moment to stare at you appraisingly before getting within your reach. Smiling, though her smile not fully reaching her eyes, she greets you cordially, <span class="female">"Hello, I’m Dr Byrd and my associate is Dr Hewitt. As the more experienced of the two of us, I’ll be conducting the bulk of your examinations, though Hewitt will likely cover some parts of it. I’m of the understanding that you’re already appraised of the situation, though not necessarily on the exacts of it all, so I’ll try and keep repetition to a minimum. All I desire right now is for you to be undressed for me so that we can go a quick appraisal on your body, after which I’ll run you through the full-body scanner"</span>.
Approaching a few steps behind her, Dr Hewitt smiles at you a lot more jovially, though he seems like he might be a little nervous about talking to you, his voice both slightly whiney and wavering simultaneously. Still, he seems to be trying, adding to his associate’s previous statement, <span class="male">"Don’t panic. We’re just making sure you’re as fit and healthy as possible. There’s always a worry, given all the contact you’ve had, that it’s possible you’ve been given faulty mods. That or that someone has taken liberties with you and been way too rough. If that’s the case, then we have a fully documented record and we can deal with it appropriately, getting you the help you need, amongst other things. I’m not sure if that’s the experience you’ve had in the main facility, but down here in the Catacombs we try our best to ensure the best for our patients. It’s kind of a holdover from when this place was just the Tombstone, though that’s before my time"</span>.
Dr Byrd seems to be mildly irritated by his interruption, especially around the later parts, though she keeps a professional silence in her response, limiting her annoyance to giving him a glare that he seems to completely miss. However, your curiosity peaked, you can’t help but ask, <span class="player">"Catacombs? Tombstone?"</span>, turning the names over in your mind, the connotations with death not missing your notice.
<span class="male">"Yeah, those are the names us staff stationed in these parts call them. The Catacombs is named because we’re down in the basement, pretty far underground to my understanding. They’re pretty much the oldest wing here, given that the processing center and the old training rooms were the first parts built. A sort of off the grid private slaving facility in a bunker, back before they introduced the trainee program, when this was all a hush hush government sponsored behind closed doors sort of affair. Anyway, they kept adding to the old stuff, converted the early training rooms, and now we have the Catacombs. Sprawling and confusing, and pretty much all in need of a fresh coat of paint"</span>.
Continuing his story, seemingly enthralled in getting to show off his knowledge regarding his workplaces history, he adds, <span class="male">"Meanwhile, the Tombstone is what we call the up top section of this place. It was built after the Catacombs and was mainly research focused. They say, back in the day, that the Tombstone covered more ground than the Catacombs and this place was way more research focused"</span>, Dr Hewitt adding in a conspiratorial tone, <span class="male">"Though others say that they had a top secret research wing down in the Catacombs way before they even opened up the slave business end of things"</span>.
On this note, the awaiting Dr Byrd finally seems to have reached her boiling point, blocking the space between you and the rambling Dr Hewitt. <span class="female">"That’s enough! We don’t need a history lesson, especially one that presents our esteemed facility in such scandalous terms. Finish it up without all the cloak and dagger, hidden villain lair fantasies, and do it quickly. I really want to get done before <b>he</b> gets back, or you know it’s both our heads that’ll roll"</span>.
Thoroughly chastised, seemingly deflating with a nervous twitch, the friendly male doctor says, <span class="male">"O…ookay. I … erm, I was saying. Oh, yes, I was saying that we called this building the Tombstone. It got the nickname because it was a big grey windowless slab of a building. These days though, it’s all factored into the rest of the facility sprawl, so it’s no longer on its own. But, we have very few interconnecting sections, so we still like to think of ourselves as rather independent. More self-sufficient than other staff groups"</span>.
<span class="female">Good. Now, unless you want to start showing off the places blueprints to the potentially troublesome patient we have, then I think it’s about time they got examined and you started doing your job"</span>, she chides once more, though this time she’s much less aggressive in her tone.
Of course, you understand perfectly what that’s the signal for, the question is whether you want to go along with their instructions.
Do you:
[[Follow their instructions|Auction Processing Accept Remove Clothes][$ggp += 100; $preAuction.compliant= true; if($submission <= 95){$submission += 5;}else{$submission = 100;};]]
[[Resist against their instructions|Auction Processing Resist Remove Clothes][$preAuction.compliant= false; if($submission >= -90){$submission -= 10;}else{$submission = -100;};]]Deciding to sign the tablet, unsure if you really have a choice anyway, the additional points an added benefit too, you pick up the tablet. Looking up to Mr Stein, you <<if $preAuction.voluntary>>answer, <span class="player">"I’ll sign the documents, sir"</span><<else>> try to answer him but are still unable to<</if>>, quickly turning your attention back to the tablet in front of you.
Signing your way through the various highlighted spots with an awkward plastic stylus, your signature practically unrecognizable, you only catch brief fragments of the text. Running through it quickly, not wanting to keep the daunting manager waiting longer than necessary, you see that most of the sections seem sensible. Bold and underline sections cover matters such as your agreement that you were properly cared for, disagreement with which it notes would lead to your, <span class="neutral">"… extensive interrogation by staff under the employ of The Repurposing Center …"</span>. In fact, a general theme running across many of the clauses, is the statement that ‘lies’ filed against the facility are punishable by long term imprisonment or involuntary indefinite slavery, the statement by Stein earlier about the form being a formality striking you as more truthful by the moment.
You’ve just signed a section and are quickly skimming the contents, something about, <span class="neutral">"… agreement to medication the facility feels necessary …"</span>, likely health and safety jargon, when the official takes the data slate away from you, a grin on his face.
<span class="male">"That’s perfect. Everything is in order now and we can progress without issue. For your <<if $preAuction.voluntary>>continued cooperation, a good sign for your future if ever there was one<<else>>cooperation, as good a time to start as any and an act that should not go without reward<</if>>. As such, you have been credited with 500 G.G.P to your account, the value of which I have explained in detail previously. With all that business out of the way, I can finally get around to explaining the procedure for your final processing, the total of which will take about 24 hours to complete"</span>.
Stowing the tablet once more out of sight, the man continues, <span class="male">"You must be rather on edge by <<if $femininity >0>>Miss<<else>>Mr<</if>> $secondName, an understandable state to be in. After all, <<if $preAuction.voluntary>>even if you did come here voluntarily today, your time in the facility may have been a traumatic one<<else>>you were dragged out of your bed, awakening naked in a strange location<</if>>, not to mention the general anxiety that courses through slaves awaiting to find out what their future will entail. That’s why, here at The Repurposing Center, we try and slow proceedings down and give you the time to properly come to terms with everything that’s happening. It’s not entirely altruistic on our part, the delay partly so we can arrange for valued and influential citizens to be informed of your upcoming sale, ensuring the best possible outcomes for all parties involved. It does, however, have the added benefit of letting you acclimate to the situation, giving us the time to sit down with professionals to get you in the right frame of mind, along with making you as presentable as manageable"</span>.
<span class="male">"In a moment, we’re going to leave this room and I’m going to walk you down to our out-going slave medical wing. We need to get a proper reading of just what state your health is in before we transfer your ownership, all very standard legal matters. Our records are good in general, but we like to get a last opinion on matters, the medical logs being part of your auction profile. During this process you’ll be getting a full-body physical just like you’d expect from any normal doctor, if not a little more thorough, though it will be a little different in that we test for a few things that are more unusual. Mostly, we need to document sexual responsiveness, genital wear and tear, and related muscle states. However, a lot of these matters are entirely optional and your decision whether to agree to. Though, if I may be blunt, not having your sexual statistics on your auction profile will likely not be beneficial to you"</span>.
Nodding along, not hearing anything too out of the ordinary to your expectations, the director continues, <span class="male">"After that, we run a couple of more general tests, including giving you the time to sit with a professional psychotherapist to help you relax. The tests aren’t anything to worry about, though it’s once again important to take them seriously, potential buyers will read about your results from them in your auction documents, and they can seriously swing opinion from them. Mid-way through testing you’ll likely be sent to get some rest, during which time you’ll have opportunity to socialize with other slaves in similar situations to yourself, however, as we also do resale on high-value slaves you might meet some new faces too. The rooms are of the highest quality, and we spare no expense to ensure you’re all feeling as pampered and well-looked after as we are able to, somewhat of a thank you for all your hard work"</span>.
<span class="male">"After one last sleep in our facility, and the finalization of your general tests, you’ll then have until the evening to wait, as our high-value auctions are much more successful at night as a bit of an event for all those involved. Up until then we offer, at the cost of a minor amount of facility currency, a number of services to help you relax and enjoy yourself in preparation. Such services include; an onsite private slave spa, a five-star slaves only restaurant worked by award winning chefs, and rentable sex high-class sex slaves, amongst others. We also have a number of free services and facilities available, ranging from games rooms to media centres, the point of which being to keep you happy and relaxed in the run-up to your sale"</span>
<<if $preAuction.voluntary>>Curious on why they’d go to such an expense as what he’s describing, not sure if it’s some sort of play, you politely ask, <span class="player">"If I may ask, why put so much effort and resources in providing luxury services to slaves you’re about to sell?"</span>, the confusion evident in your voice.
Taking a moment to gather his thoughts, the bespectacled man answers, <span class="male">"<<if $submission >=50>>I suppose I can confide in you that information. You’ve proven so far to be a diligent and obedient slave, seemingly coming to terms with their new status incredibly well. The reason why we pamper you so much is that you are very important to us, as I pointed out earlier. We desire for you to be sold to someone of great importance within our society so that you can … help influence them into being more sympathetic to us and our interests. If you want to think about it more formally, in our minds we consider you to be a diplomat of sorts, and a very skilled one at that. Your presence as the consorts of powerful figures helps ensure our plans succeed and prosper, a pair of eyes and ears in every major business and institution, a gentle guiding hand in line with the goals of the Singularity Project. Though, I think I’ve said too much, enough to say, growing a close bond with your owner should be your priority, there’s little else you need to be concerned with<<else>>I’m not sure if I can trust you with the exact reasoning, but seeing as you’re being inquisitive I suppose I can tell you part of it. Suffice to say, we very much value your contribution to our endeavours and wish to properly convey that to you in your final hours with us. You cannot comprehend the importance of your role in matters<</if>>. Regardless of what you think of us, we will be keeping a close eye on your treatment and will ensure that you’re not mistreated. If everything goes to plan, then your future will be a very bright one"</span>.<<else>>Curious as to why they’d go to such expense, but unable to talk, you sit in silence, a look of confusion on your face that he doesn’t seem to wish to answer.<</if>>
<span class="male">"Anyway, after that when evening comes you’ll eventually be collected for the auction. You’ll be taken to get cleaned up and dressed, and then put on display for a couple of hours. Potential owners will want to spend some time with you, ask you a few questions, maybe have a little touch her or there, though nothing too extensive. They’ll spend some time deliberating their possible choices, at which point we’ll run the auction. You’ll wait around in a room off to one side until you’re called up on stage, at which point the live auction for you will occur. Due to the reputations of the various bidders, we don’t have a holding period, as such you’ll be available for collection immediately after the final slave has been auctioned. At which point, you’ll be your new owner’s property, and will likely be taken off of the premises with them as they leave, ready to start your new life"</span>.
Taking another sip of his drink, his brow furrowed thoughtfully, he finishes, <span class="male">"That is, I believe, everything. At least for now. Now, after I’ve finished my drink, I’m going to stand, and together we’re going to leave my office and make our way to the outgoing slave medical examination wing as I explained previously. I’ll see you a couple of times over the course of your processing, I do like to keep an eye on our assets to ensure they meet their full potential, but generally you’ll have a very long and tiring day ahead of you, so try to relax when you have the opportunity and enjoy yourself when you can. Good luck"</span>. True to his word, he finishes his cup of whatever he’s drinking, giving you a little less than a minute or so to process everything in silence.
His business with you complete for now, Mr Stein get’s up from behind his desk, dusting himself off before turning to you. With a somewhat friendly but certainly authoritative gesture which brooks no disagreement he gestures for you to stand and follow him, the older suited administrator holding the door open for you, ready to [[take you for your pre-auction examination|Auction Processing Start]]. Deciding to not sign the tablet, certain that it won’t be a good thing for you to do in the long run, the attempt to bribe you with points obvious, you ignore the tablet. Looking up to Mr Stein, you <<if $preAuction.voluntary>>answer, <span class="player">"I’m not signing the documents"</span><<else>> try to answer him but are still unable to, instead shaking your head<</if>>.
As expected, this doesn’t go too well, the powerful staff member furrowing his brow irritated-ly. <span class="male">"Like I told you, asking you was only a formality, though one that acquiescing to could have benefitted you with additional funding<<if !$preAuction.voluntary>>, funding that could be vitally important to your future<</if>>. Instead, now I have to play harshly to make sure you don’t ruin your future for yourself when you’re so close to a happy conclusion. Rude of you to say the least"</span>. You’re not sure what he has planned, but, when he merely says to you in a slightly off-tone, <span class="male">"Sign the papers"</span>, you’re both surprised and a little amused that he thinks it’s going to be that easy to make you change your mind.
To your shock, however, your arms begin to move in a juddering fashion, reaching out to grab the tablet from where he left it on the desk. Trying to stop yourself, you quickly realize you have no control over your own body, whatever he’s done having instilled a command in you that you’re unable to resist. Still able to move your head at will, at least for now, you look up at the man pleadingly, seeing that his expression is just one of tiredness, clearly not happy to be doing this to you, but equally not sympathetic to your plight.
Involuntarily signing your way through the various highlighted spots with an awkward plastic stylus, your signature practically unrecognizable, due in part to your clumsy movements, you only catch brief fragments of the text. Running through it quickly, unable to keep the daunting manager waiting longer than necessary, you see that most of the sections at least seem sensible. Bold and underline sections cover matters such as your agreement that you were properly cared for, disagreement with which it notes would lead to your, <span class="neutral">"… extensive interrogation by staff under the employ of The Repurposing Center …"</span>. In fact, a general theme running across many of the clauses, is the statement that ‘lies’ filed against the facility are punishable by long term imprisonment or involuntary indefinite slavery, the statement by Stein earlier about the form being a formality striking you as more truthful by the moment. You do, however, get the impression that he might be saving you from your bad choice, one section mentioning similar penalties for non-cooperation in regard to the form.
You’re just about to sign a section and are worriedly skimming the contents, something about, <span class="neutral">"… agreement to medication the facility feels necessary …"</span>, the way it’s written coming off as rather sinister, when you put all your free-will that you can muster into controlling your hand, managing to just about skip over that section. It’s not much longer after that, that the official finally takes the data slate away from you, a dour look on his.
<span class="male">"That’s fine. Everything is in order now and we can progress without issue. Sadly, for your <<if $preAuction.voluntary>>sudden lack of cooperation, a bad sign for your future if ever there was one<<else>>continued lack of cooperation, as poor a decision as ever there was<</if>>, I’m unable to reward you with any points. At least now with all that business out of the way, I can finally get around to explaining the procedure for your final processing, the total of which will take about 24 hours to complete"</span>.
Stowing the tablet once more out of sight, the man continues, <span class="male">"You must be rather on edge by <<if $femininity >0>>Miss<<else>>Mr<</if>> $secondName, an understandable state to be in. After all, <<if $preAuction.voluntary>>even if you did come here voluntarily today, your time in the facility may have been a traumatic one<<else>>you were dragged out of your bed, awakening naked in a strange location<</if>>, not to mention the general anxiety that courses through slaves awaiting to find out what their future will entail. That’s why, here at The Repurposing Center, we try and slow proceedings down and give you the time to properly come to terms with everything that’s happening. It’s not entirely altruistic on our part, the delay partly so we can arrange for valued and influential citizens to be informed of your upcoming sale, ensuring the best possible outcomes for all parties involved. It does, however, have the added benefit of letting you acclimate to the situation, giving us the time to sit down with professionals to get you in the right frame of mind, along with making you as presentable as manageable"</span>.
<span class="male">"In a moment, we’re going to leave this room and I’m going to walk you down to our out-going slave medical wing. We need to get a proper reading of just what state your health is in before we transfer your ownership, all very standard legal matters. Our records are good in general, but we like to get a last opinion on matters, the medical logs being part of your auction profile. During this process you’ll be getting a full-body physical just like you’d expect from any normal doctor, if not a little more thorough, though it will be a little different in that we test for a few things that are more unusual. Mostly, we need to document sexual responsiveness, genital wear and tear, and related muscle states. However, a lot of these matters are entirely optional and your decision whether to agree to. Though, if I may be blunt, not having your sexual statistics on your auction profile will likely not be beneficial to you"</span>.
Nodding along, not hearing anything too out of the ordinary to your expectations, the director continues, <span class="male">"After that, we run a couple of more general tests, including giving you the time to sit with a professional psychotherapist to help you relax. The tests aren’t anything to worry about, though it’s once again important to take them seriously, potential buyers will read about your results from them in your auction documents, and they can seriously swing opinion from them. Mid-way through testing you’ll likely be sent to get some rest, during which time you’ll have opportunity to socialize with other slaves in similar situations to yourself, however, as we also do resale on high-value slaves you might meet some new faces too. The rooms are of the highest quality, and we spare no expense to ensure you’re all feeling as pampered and well-looked after as we are able to, somewhat of a thank you for all your hard work"</span>.
<span class="male">"After one last sleep in our facility, and the finalization of your general tests, you’ll then have until the evening to wait, as our high-value auctions are much more successful at night as a bit of an event for all those involved. Up until then we offer, at the cost of a minor amount of facility currency, a number of services to help you relax and enjoy yourself in preparation. Such services include; an onsite private slave spa, a five-star slaves only restaurant worked by award winning chefs, and rentable sex high-class sex slaves, amongst others. We also have a number of free services and facilities available, ranging from games rooms to media centres, the point of which being to keep you happy and relaxed in the run-up to your sale"</span>
<<if $preAuction.voluntary>>Curious on why they’d go to such an expense as what he’s describing, not sure if it’s some sort of play, you politely ask, <span class="player">"If I may ask, why put so much effort and resources in providing luxury services to slaves you’re about to sell?"</span>, the confusion evident in your voice.
Taking a moment to gather his thoughts, the bespectacled man answers, <span class="male">"<<if $submission >=50>>I’m not sure if I can trust you with the exact reasoning, but, seeing as you’re being inquisitive I suppose I can tell you part of it. Suffice to say, we very much value your contribution to our endeavours and wish to properly convey that to you in your final hours with us. You cannot comprehend the importance of your role in matters<<else>>No, I think you’ve tried my patience enough. I’ve already commented on your value and importance to the facility, whether you believe my statement is your prerogative<</if>>. Regardless of what you think of us, we will be keeping a close eye on your treatment and will ensure that you’re not mistreated. If everything goes to plan, then your future will be a very bright one"</span>.<<else>>Curious as to why they’d go to such expense, but unable to talk, you sit in silence, a look of confusion on your face that he doesn’t seem to wish to answer.<</if>>
<span class="male">"Anyway, after that when evening comes you’ll eventually be collected for the auction. You’ll be taken to get cleaned up and dressed, and then put on display for a couple of hours. Potential owners will want to spend some time with you, ask you a few questions, maybe have a little touch her or there, though nothing too extensive. They’ll spend some time deliberating their possible choices, at which point we’ll run the auction. You’ll wait around in a room off to one side until you’re called up on stage, at which point the live auction for you will occur. Due to the reputations of the various bidders, we don’t have a holding period, as such you’ll be available for collection immediately after the final slave has been auctioned. At which point, you’ll be your new owner’s property, and will likely be taken off of the premises with them as they leave, ready to start your new life"</span>.
Taking another sip of his drink, his brow furrowed thoughtfully, he finishes, <span class="male">"That is, I believe, everything. At least for now. Now, after I’ve finished my drink, I’m going to stand, and together we’re going to leave my office and make our way to the outgoing slave medical examination wing as I explained previously. I’ll see you a couple of times over the course of your processing, I do like to keep an eye on our assets to ensure they meet their full potential, but generally you’ll have a very long and tiring day ahead of you, so try to relax when you have the opportunity and enjoy yourself when you can. Good luck"</span>. True to his word, he finishes his cup of whatever he’s drinking, giving you a little less than a minute or so to process everything in silence.
His business with you complete for now, Mr Stein get’s up from behind his desk, dusting himself off before turning to you. With a somewhat friendly but certainly authoritative gesture which brooks no disagreement he gestures for you to stand and follow him, the older suited administrator holding the door open for you, ready to [[take you for your pre-auction examination|Auction Processing Start]]. Coughing and nudging you towards the side table, that’s all the hint you need that Hannah wants you to get to work, her comments about you serving them fresh in your mind. Getting the tea in order, glad to have something to take your mind off of the horrid dress you’re wearing, you surreptitiously listen in to Hannah talking with her friends.
<span class="female">"Huh, well I guess you’re not entirely just full of yourself then, Hannah. The dweeb in that gross dress is a pretty good joke. Does <<if $femininity >=0>>she<<else>>he<</if>> even know that it’s not long enough to hide that stupid diaper <<if $femininity >=0>>she’s<<else>>he’s<</if>> wearing. Must be a massive pushover if <<if $femininity >=0>>she<<else>>he<</if>> let even you push <<if $femininity >=0>>her<<else>>him<</if>> around"</span>, laughs the tracksuit wearing blonde in an incredibly aggressive tone towards your tormentor, her attempt to be mean to Hannah catching you off-guard.
Sounding a little meeker than you remember, Hannah responds, <span class="female">"Hey, like … no way Sue. I’m just really good as getting people do what I want is all. The big baby was trying to cause trouble for me, so I took a special interest in them …"</span>, her rambling words cut off by the sleepy barely dressed other blonde girl.
<span class="female">"I thought we were getting tea. I … made all sorts of … of effort to come here. Why hasn’t anyone given me any tea yet …"</span>, her speech half yawned, half whined, it doesn’t seem like the sexy maid was paying much attention to Hannah and Sue’s bickering, too pre-occupied with herself. Or, maybe she’s just extremely tired, it’s hard to tell from where you’re standing.
Not wanting to give them any more excuses than they already have you rapidly scurry over with the now filled teapot, doing you best to be careful with the steaming container. Wracked with indecision for a second as you’re unsure who to start with, you decide on the sleepy girl, not wanting to give Hannah or Sue another thing to fight over. As such, you waddle over to the girl in the sexy maid costume, finding her with her cup already stretched out, albeit at such an angle you have to straighten it up before you pour her drink, worried you’d make a massive mess if otherwise.
Working your way around the table, you next approach the well-dressed Indian girl, glancing up to see a warm smile on her face as she holds out her teacup. <span class="female">"Hi $firstName, I’m Aadyha, it’s nice to …"</span>, she starts in a friendly tone, her attempt to talk with you soon cut off by Hannah.
<span class="female">"Ady, stop talking to the dumb baby, <<if $femininity >=0>>she’s<<else>>he’s<</if>> not here to make friends, <<if $femininity >=0>>she’s<<else>>he’s<</if>> here for us to make fun of!"</span>, moans your ‘big sister’, the result of which is only a sigh and an eye roll from Aadyha, though you’re not sure if Hannah spotted that. The sweet girl does, however, give you an apologetic nod as you move onto the big bully Sue.
Even before you start, you know this is going to go wrong, a nervous tingling in your spine creeping you out about the slovenly blonde. Trying to be as rude as possible, Sue places the cup as far onto the table as she can manage, causing you to have to bend over awkwardly to be able to pour out her tea. Of course, this all seems to be part of her plan, as stretched out as you are, your $currentUnderwear is embarrassingly on full display, one of her slender hands grasping at your diaper possessively. So shocked and shaken are you by the sudden action, that you almost drop the tea pot, only managing not to thanks to Ady’s intervention to steady your hands.
<span class="female">"Wow!<<if $femininity >=0>>She<<else>>He<</if>> really is just a big gross baby! This diaper is so wet I totally don’t know how someone could be such a mess. I mean <<if $femininity >= 0>>she’s<<else>>he’s<</if>> meant to be our maid for what, like five minutes, and <<if $femininity >= 0>>she<<else>>he<</if>> can’t even manage that without pissing <<if $femininity >= 0>>herself<<else>>himself<</if>>. Dumb baby! "</span>, mocks Sue loudly, her humiliations aimed more at Hannah than yourself, though that doesn’t stop you from feeling small after all the mean things she’s said about you. What’s more, you know that you haven’t done what she’s said, she’s just making up lies about you to act like a jerk.
Getting up, Hannah also begins groping your diaper, flipping the dress up so that your diaper is even more visible to the group, provoking a round of small laughter, even from the kinder Ady. It doesn’t take her long to check, dry as you are, but you already see where this is going to go. <span class="female">"Yeah … like, gross! You were just supposed to pour some tea for us and you can’t even manage that. I guess you’re … you know, just a big baby. Come on, we’re going now, I’ll punish you outside"</span>, her tone less vindictive and enthusiastic than what you’d normally find from your tormentor.
Being led out roughly by a hand under your armpit, you dress still flipped up, you take one last over the shoulder glance at the group of Hannah’s friends. Funnily, both the sleepy blonde and the nice Ady are waving goodbye to the two of you, though the cute Indian girl waves much more eagerly. Sue, however, just sits there with a smug look of victory on her face, happy to have bullied you and Hannah out of the room.
Once you’re back in the corridor, you wince, ready for a painful spanking or maybe something worse, but to your surprise none of that happens. Instead, as you babble, <span class="player">"But … but … Hannah I was trying … and I didn’t do what … please …"</span>, Hannah just helps you out of the dress, acting a lot gentler than previously.
<span class="female">"Look … I just, I must have made a mistake. You just run along now. This wasn’t as fun as I thought … so you can go now"</span>, the frilly pink bonnet coming off of your head as she explains this, the usually mean Hannah even mindlessly sorting your messed-up hair back into a reasonable state.
Looking up at her unsure, she just taps you on the back of the diaper, ushering you on your way. Taking a moment to get yourself ready, you don’t need asking twice, heading back to where you’d originally intended. Watching as Hannah re-enters the room with her so called friends, you can’t help but think over the encounter you just had with them. Embarrassing as it was, you’re just not sure how to feel about it. All you really can be sure of is that whoever that Sue girl was, she seemed like a real jerk.
<<include [[Travel To End]]>><<set $random = random(1,1)>>In the end you decide to take your chances with a random task, telling the tree, <span class="player">"I’d like to try out the random job please talking tree"</span>, waiting confusedly for a response, not entirely sure how to interact with a large moving computer faced tree.
<span class="neutral">"Hmmm, well that’s an interesting choice you’ve made there cute $firstName. I’m sure we can find something fun to make your day extra happy. Why don’t you spin the wheel of jobs and see what you get"</span>, it answers in its booming voice, the screen featuring its cartoony face transferring into a digital wheel filled with different outcomes.
Running your hand across the touch screen, you watch as it spins wildly, trying to read some of the different tasks that you might end up with. With bated breath, you look on as it finally begins slowing, a bright gold arrow pointing out the winning result for a brief moment before the tree’s face returns.
<span class="neutral">"Ho ho ho! It seems like your task today will be to <<if $random == 1>>model for a special ABDL themed photography magazine named, "Playpen". In just a moment, you’ll be met by their chief photographer, Beck, who’ll go through the full details for you. Who knows little $firstName, maybe you’ll even end up on the cover<</if>>"</span>, laughs the tree jovially, a warm cartoon grin plastered across its screen.
…
<<if $random ==1>><<include [[ABDL Job Minor Random 1]]>><</if>>...
Tired, you finish up your task, resting up for a few minutes on a nice comfy bean bag seat. Remembering that you need to leave soon though, you soon get up, wandering back to the talking tree to see how high your ratings were today. Moving up to the cartoonish screen of the tree, you see that you were right, it is almost time for you to leave, your earnings report fully on display.
<<if $random == 1>><<set _payoutRandom = random(5,6)>><</if>><<set $earnings += (_payoutRandom *50)>><<set $ggp += $earnings>><hr><b>Earnings Report – Little Land Nursery</b>
You garnered a _payoutRandom point rating from - <<if $random == 1>>posing for the magazine Playpen<</if>>: <<set $holderInt = _payoutRandom *50>>G.G.P + $holderInt
Overall earned G.G.P = $earnings
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With your pay received you say goodbye to everyone and <a data-passage="Travel Back">travel back to your room</a>.<<if $underwear.indexOf("Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper") == -1 && ($currentUnderwear != "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" && $currentUnderwear != "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper")>><<addToUnderwear "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper">><</if>><<if $metBeck>><span class="male">"Hello again $firstName, I’m glad to see that you’re still taking up tasks in the nursery since our last run in. I’ll take that to mean that I haven’t scared you off yet, which is certainly a good thing in my mind. I’ve got a long day of photography planned ahead, so fingers crossed we’ll both have a swell time together"</span>, explains the handsome photographer Beck in a warm tone, his tanned skin glistening under the heavy lighting of the side room you’re in. Much like last time, he wears a thin grey tank top that does little to hide his defined muscles, his form just a little sweaty thanks to the heat of the photography setup.<<else>><span class="male">"Hello again $firstName, I’m glad to see that you’re still taking up tasks in the nursery since our last run in. I’ll take that to mean that I haven’t scared you off yet, which is certainly a good thing in my mind. I’ve got a long day of photography planned ahead, so fingers crossed we’ll both have a swell time together"</span>, explains the handsome photographer Beck in a warm tone, his tanned skin glistening under the heavy lighting of the side room you’re in. Looking in over, you notice that he’s wearing a thin grey tank top that does little to hide his defined muscles, his form just a little sweaty thanks to the heat of the photography setup. Other than that, the man is relatively young, mid-twenties you’d guess, his short dark hair having a stylish feel to it that gives you the impression that he knows what looks good.<</if>>
<<if $metBeck>><span class="male">"We’ll be doing things much like last time"</span>, he continues, smiling reassuringly, <span class="male">"I’ll just give you a quick change to make sure that everything is in order, then we’ll take a few photos of you just in your diaper, mostly crawling around, though we do have a few props. It might sound a bit embarrassing, but under these stage lights being just in your diaper will feel a lot less sweaty and icky. Who knows, if we have time, then maybe we can do some more artistic shots to round things out, that or we could goof off and take some silly photos instead"</span>.<<else>><span class="male">"Since this is our first time working together, I’ll try and go over everything so you don’t get spooked or surprised"</span>, he continues, smiling reassuringly, <span class="male">"I’ll just give you a quick change to make sure that everything is in order, then we’ll take a few photos of you just in your diaper, mostly crawling around, though we do have a few props. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, but under these stage lights being just in your diaper will feel a lot less sweaty and icky, I think I’m roasting already. Who knows, if we have time, then maybe we can goof off and take some silly photos too. Just, have some fun and relax, that’s the best advice I can give for all of this"</span>.<</if>>
Answering, <span class="player">"Okay"</span>, in a little voice, slightly nervous but giggling a bit at how friendly your photographer seems to be, you stand there waiting for whatever is going to happen next.
Taking your hand and leading you over to a changing table over to one side, Beck <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>helps you out of your $currentClothing carefully, before helping you up onto the table itself<<else>>helps you up onto the table<</if>>. The plastic-y material that coats the changing table is a little cold against your back, but your photographer assures you he’ll be quick, getting all the materials ready that he’ll need.
<<if $currentUnderwear == "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper" || $currentUnderwear == "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper">>In the end it doesn’t take long for him to switch out your $currentUnderwear for a fresh new one, remembering to powder and wipe you diligently as he does. <<if ($diaperWettingPlay && $diaperWetCounter >= 1) || ($diaperMessingPlay && $diaperMessCounter >= 1)>><<set $diaperMessCounter = 0>><<set $diaperWetCounter = 0>>Whilst you’re embarrassed over him spotting the state of your used diaper, he’s extremely polite about it, not saying anything. You might even have thought he didn’t notice, if not for the way he reflexively wrinkles his nose as he removes it.<</if>><<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">> In the end, it doesn’t take him long to change you into a new fresh plain white reusable cotton diaper. He’s very polite and professional as he does, gently putting your $currentUnderwear to one side, making sure that they’re properly cared for so that you can take them with you later. As for the diapering itself, he’s quick and pleasant with it, remembering to powder and wipe you diligently as he does.<<set $currentUnderwear = "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper">><<else>><<set $currentUnderwear = "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper">> In the end, it doesn’t take him long to change you into a new fresh plain white reusable cotton diaper. He’s very polite and professional as he does, not even commenting on your complete lack of underwear. As for the diapering itself, he’s quick and pleasant with it, remembering to powder and wipe you diligently as he does.<</if>>
Now naked except for your $currentUnderwear, the strong young photographer helps you down from the changing table<<if $breastSize >0>>, your <<checkBreast>> boobs on full display as he does<</if>>. Pouting a little in embarrassment, Beck does his best to reassure you, shepherding you over to the main photography backdrop, a plain white cloth-like material tarp, which you wonder if they’ll change out in editing.
True to his word, Beck mostly concentrates on taking pictures of you crawling around on the floor, most of which he takes from behind, getting your <<checkAss>> diapered bum as the focus of his pictures. It’s kind of fun, especially with the friendly tanned man offering constant words of praise and encouragement. Wiggling your tushy about, looking over your shoulder dopey-ley, you have playfully let Beck take some more photos, even playing with a stuffed bear as a prop, which Beck assures you looks adorable. <<if $diaperMessingPlay || $diaperWettingPlay>><br><br>He does ask you whether you’d be okay … making use of your diaper at one point, which is pretty embarrassing and kind of awkward. <<if $diaperTraining >0>>However, after your diaper training it’s hard to turn down the offer, your body reacting whether you want it to or not. <<if $diaperMessingPlay && $diaperWettingPlay>>)>><<set $diaperMessCounter += 1>><<set $diaperWetCounter += 1>>Peeing and pooping<<elseif $diaperMessingPlay>><<set $diaperMessCounter += 1>>Pooping<<else>><<set $diaperWetCounter += 1>>Peeing<</if>> into your $currentUnderwear freely, Beck documents the entire ordeal, cooing at you comfortingly and telling you that you’re not going to get in trouble. He even lets you hide your face against the floor when it gets too much, just getting some extra close ups of your slowly staining diaper.<<else>>However, he’s totally cool when you turn down the offer, reassuring you that it’s okay and that he doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable doing anything that you don’t want to<</if>>.<</if>>
Sadly, despite the fun you’re beginning to have, things end all too soon, Beck ushering you over to give you a celebratory hug. <span class="male">"You did amazing $firstName!"</span>, he exclaims proudly, showing you a few of the shots he’s got on his digital camera. Looking them over, you’re surprised how good you look in them, Beck obviously quite skilled as what he does. Seeing you surprised glee, he even adds, <span class="male">"You know, I’m not sure how long it’ll take for them to make it into Playpen, but I think you looked great, very photogenic and playful. You can really tell in these things when the models are having fun, and it’s always a pleasure to see. You were a little shy to start, but you blossomed nicely. Anyway, I’m going to ask my boss if we can get you a cover, or at the very least a double page centrefold, I think these photos are special, just like the cutie who’s in them"</span>.
You chat with Beck a little while longer, learning a bit more about his work for Playpen, though you don’t really have enough time to learn much other than that it’s an ABDL themed magazine that’s quite popular. Instead, before long it’s time for him to pack everything up, Beck giving you a warm goodbye before he sends you on your way.
<<set $metBeck = true>><<include [[ABDL Job Minor Random End]]>><<addToFurniture "Ultimate mattress">>Looking through a catalogue on a stand you see a list of possible changes that can be made to your room here at the facility. Looking through the furnishings section, eventually, you find something that is listed as the most comfortable mattress ever, an ultimate mattress if you will, and write out its code. Your purchase selected, you bring the order slip to the shops counter.
[img[TRCimgs/Shop Items/Receipt.png]]
<span class="bimbo">"It … it looks so comfortable. How can it be so soft and fluffly looking, and like, super firm and supportive at the same time. And, and, like, it even heats, cools and massages you. Wait, and it has an inbuilt mini bar and sound system, how does that even work. It sounds super amazing, but does it like, do everything for you. This is just too much, you’ve got to let me check it out, you can’t hog something this cool. We should, like, have a sleepover together so I can give it a test drive"</span> Tilly giggles, as she finishes processing your order.
With your purchase complete you [[return to shopping|Shop Stock]]
However, this visit there’s someone else standing up in front of the counter, currently in a seemingly distracted by a quite in-depth conversation with her. Looking him over as you approach, the first thing you notice is his outfit. Whilst you can’t see the whole thing, his back to you as it is, you can make out that he’s wearing a muted green tweed suit. Additionally, you spot atop his head a matching tweed flat-cap, his thick silver hair flowing back behind it, tied with an ornate wolf-shaped silver hair tie into a ponytail which reaches his mid back.
<span class="male">"You know Jasmine my dear, it truly warms my heart to see how dedicated to this place you are. You’ve really managed to do yourself proud"</span>, says the man jovially to Jasmine, still not registering your presence, <span class="male">"Just remember Jaz, if any of the board of executives asks you for a favour, then it’s imperative to do as they ask. They really don’t respond well to rejection, and if they’re ask you for anything then it’s likely because you’re doing something that stands in the way of their schemes"</span>.
Sighing exaggeratedly, her expression warm even if it does seem like she’s heard the lecture before, the fox-girl responds, <span class="female">"Come on Uncle Vincent, you’ve gone over this so many times already. Look, I’m not going to pick any fights with the admins, scouts honour. You know I’m just having fun giving people cool mods, like, the moment it looks like someone is gunning for me then I’ll come running to you with my tail between my legs. That sound fine to you?"</span>, her question mostly rhetorical, she adds in a tongue-in-cheek tone, <span class="female">"Also, this all feels a ton more awkward seeing as we have company. Short of you spit shining dirt off of my face, or whipping out some baby photos of me, I can’t imagine how you could manage to embarrass me more right now"</span>.
Laughing a deep belly laugh, the silver haired Vincent answers her, <span class="male">"Now you know perfectly well Jaz that I could find a way to embarrass you more if I wanted. You know I think I still have the squeaky t…"</span>, his train of thought getting interrupted by shrill startled sounds from the store owner, Jasmine flailing her arms frantically to get him to quiet.
Stifling a small giggle, amused by the good-natured argument going on before you, the strange man, Vincent, turns to greet you, his face plastered with a warm smile. Getting a better chance to take the man in, you first take note of his blue checked waistcoat, muted yellow shirt, and red and yellow striped tie, his outfit making him feel rather overdressed even in comparison to many of the other important people you’ve seen about the facility. Further, other than his eyes that are so pale blue that they’re almost silver as well, the man has one of the most exquisite moustaches you’ve ever seen, the waxed tips turned upwards in a mark of remarkable grooming.
<span class="male">"Hello there …"</span>, he enunciates, waiting expectantly for your name.
Giving a friendly, <span class="player">"Hey I’m $firstName"</span>, Vincent continues as soon as you’ve proffered your name.
<span class="male">"Yes, hello $firstName. A very pretty name if I do say so, I once knew a $firstName in fact, a very lovely individual if I do say so, though a particularly messy eater. Anyway, I’m Vincent Lord of Smythe, and I’m sorry if I’m holding you up. I was just checking in on Jaz … Jasmine I mean. I must endeavour to remember to call her by her full name when she’s working, I got scolded the last time I visited for that"</span>, the furry fox-girl once more interjecting over him, looking mortified in the way that only is possible when someone close to you says something embarrassing.
Talking to the well-dressed man, she states, <span class="female">"Uncle Vincent, I’m sure $firstName doesn’t need to hear all that"</span>, before turning her attention back to you apologetically, <span class="female">"Vincent here is a very lovely and overprotective long-time family friend. He’s a big donor for the center, and he holds a lot of the same interests as myself, though, he’s a bit more old-fashioned in his techniques. He also, it seems, enjoys tormenting me at every turn"</span>.
Doubling over in another sincere bout of laughter, Vincent adds, <span class="male">"The tormenting is incidental, not on purpose but I’ll agree to the rest"</span>.
<span class="female">"But, I will say that if you have to pick a sponsor to help you out in here, then you couldn’t find a better man than Uncle Vincent. He’s got a lot of connections, enough money to buy you if you hit it off, and he’s probably the best man I know, outside of my family that is"</span>, Jasmine continues, the look of adoration clear on her face.
Slightly ruffled, the silver-haired man looks around, the shoe now on the other foot as he seems to be the one who’s feeling embarrassed, he waves off her words, <span class="male">"My dear Jasmine is a notorious flatterer, so don’t take her word on all that, she’s way too kind to me. Still, I’m happy to echo her sentiments about a sponsor if you’re interested. You just have a quality that reminds of someone I used to know, I can’t entirely place it, but I’d be elated to spend some more time with you if the opportunity arose"</span>.
Not entirely sure what to make of his offer, the two of them both seemingly over-sharers when it comes to personal details, you let out a stuttering, <span class="player">"Well … you know … this is kind of sudden"</span>, trying to buy more time for yourself to think. After all, an affluent influential sponsor to look after you during your stay could come in very handy. But, you’re still not entirely sure what he’d want from you, other than that vague comment by Jasmine about him having similar but more old-fashioned interests than her.
Seeing your indecision, Vincent warmly says, <span class="male">"We can always leave such talk for a later date, or not at all if you’re truly not interested. However, if you’d like then we could go into Jaz’s back room, and I could show you the sort of thing that I’m interested in. I don’t really want to sully the whole matter with money, as I don’t want to make you feel like I’m bribing you for your affections, but I’d be happy to give you a small gift in return for indulging me in this. So, what do you say $firstName?"</span>, the offer left open for you to think over.
Do you:
[[Accept the offer|Fur Life Meet Vincent Accept][$ggp += 500;]]
[[Turn Vincent down|Fur Life Meet Vincent Decline]]Deciding to give him a chance, the possibility of getting someone influential on side, along with getting some extra points in the bargain, both putting you in high spirits, you nod in response. Taking an extra moment, figuring that it’s probably best to give a full response, you answer, <span class="player">"Okay, that sounds fine"</span>, the smile on Vincent’s face shining out as soon you give your assent.
Holding his hand out for you to take in a rather gentlemanly fashion, Vincent joyously says, <span class="male">"Excellent! Then please come with me $firstName and we can talk about matters more in Jaz’s backroom. Oh, this truly is splendid turn of events"</span>, adding in a brief aside to the curious fox-girl, <span class="male">"And, Jaz. You wouldn’t do me a massive favour and process 500 G.G.P to $firstName here, would you? I’d of course return the favour for you in turn"</span>.
Sighing an overly melodramatic sigh, only just stifling a giggle, Jasmine responds, <span class="female">"Running off with my customer, using my relaxing room without asking and wanting me to give you money. If you weren’t my favourite uncle, then you’d be getting an ear full right now Uncle Vincent. But, sure, go ahead and have fun you two"</span>, messing about with her till as she speaks.
Waving off her comments playfully, Vincent whisks you behind the counter and through a rather unassuming door, taking you into what you assume is the backroom they’ve been talking about up until now. The room itself is a lot nicer than you might have guessed, certainly not a stock room, but, instead, the room is a stylishly decorated sitting room with a bed in the back. It’s almost like a small apartment, complete with a small kitchen area, but the majority of the space is take up by a huge lion print ‘U’ shaped sofa.
Escorting you over so that you’re sitting on said sofa, the silver haired gentleman takes a couple of steps back, standing in front of Jasmines large-screen TV like he’s about to give a presentation. <span class="male">"Sit, sit, yes good. It seems you’ve settled in nicely and found a comfortable spot. I’ll endeavour to explain to you a bit about myself and my interests"</span>, stopping a second in thought, he adds, <span class="male">"Oh, but I almost forgot myself. Have a sweet whilst you wait"</span>, throwing a small silvery wrapped object your way which you manage to catch despite your surprise.
Turning it over and unwrapping it, you soon discover that Vincent has given you a small chocolate, your confusion only growing from his action. Still, seeing no sense in wasting it, you pop it in your mouth, the buttery smooth chocolatey treat melting in your mouth sumptuously. Humming happily, managing a muffled, <span class="player">"Yum! Thanks!"</span>, your potential sponsor just watches on happily.
<span class="male">"Excellent! I hope you enjoyed your well-deserved little treat. Well, where to start. I’m Vincent, and I’m the Lord of Smythe. Smythe is relatively small, so it’s understandable if you’ve never heard of it, but we are a lovely county, with a lot of rustic charm. Then again, I might be a tad biased. Anyway, to my luck, a good few years back now, it turned out that we had a very rare and valuable form of frog in our lands that we’ve since in conjunction with this facility found a way to exploit without causing any ethical or financial issues. Well, even before this my family had been rather well to do, a product of smart financial investment unlike many of the traditional noble families, but afterwards we have become significantly more financially comfortable. In pursuit of our business endeavours, we have made close connections with The Repurposing Center’s board of executives to ensure that we stay in their good graces, as best not to end up like those who’ve behaved adversarial in their dealings with them"</span>, Vincent continues, taking a quick break to catch his breath.
<span class="male">"Catch!"</span>, the jolly Lord laughs as he throws another chocolate your way, blindsiding you with the unexpected action. However, miraculously you manage to get your hands around it, quickly unwrapping the new treat and devouring it. <span class="male">"Good catch there $firstName! Excellent! But, yes, where was I? Oh, yes. I’m unmarried, but I make sure to support my family, along with lending a hand to a number of long-time friends, which keeps me at least a little busy. After finding out about the frogs interesting properties, and the subsequent income that has come from that, it has left me with an awful lot of spare time to fill, a task that honestly, I find rather daunting. That’s why I’m so interested in sponsoring you, I’m looking for some companionship to help me pass the time. Now, don’t get me wrong, I don’t necessarily mean in a sexual sense or as a wife, just a friend and companion to enjoy my luxury lifestyle with"</span>.
Putting your hand up, you ask slightly curiously, <span class="player">"So, you just want me to hang out with you?"</span>, swallowing down the last fragments of the last tasty chocolate.
<span class="male">"Yes, effectively. There’s a bit more to it than that, as I have a few more unconventional interests as my dear Jaz mentioned earlier, but in general I just want a long-term close friend to waste away my days with. I’m still not entirely sure how to broach the subject, so, until I figure out how best to word it, would you like another chocolate?"</span>, continues Vincent slightly awkwardly, proffering another glittering wrapper as he thinks over what he wants to say.
Slightly confused but happy to get another one of those tasty chocolates, you nod along, <span class="player">"Yeah, sure. Those chocolates are really nice"</span>, holding your hand out to get it from him.
Musing over your response briefly, Vincent responds, <span class="male">"That was okay $firstName. But, I think you can do a little better than that. If you’d really like another chocolate then it would please me greatly if you could beg for it with a tad more politeness"</span>, his tone still remarkably friendly, giving you the impression that this might be some sort of game, though a good-natured one at that.
Choosing to play along, not seeing any harm in indulging him a bit, you hold out both your hands stretched, answering quietly, <span class="player">"Yes sir. Please can I have one of those delicious pieces of chocolate?"</span>, the warm smile you receive from Vincent in response telling you immediately that you’ve answered correctly.
The new chocolate tossed into your outstretched hands, you unwrap it voraciously, gobbling it up with gusto, the work you put into getting it making it taste all the sweeter. Clapping his hands together, as if achieving some sort of eureka moment, Vincent bursts back into conversation, <span class="male">"Very good $firstName! Excellent behaviour! Well, you see, it’s hard to explain but I have a long history in my family of training canines. The whole procedure is just exhilarating, and so very rewarding. There’s something about trained pets that is special, they’re just more loyal and companionable than a friend could ever be, closer than family as they often say. That’s ultimately what I’m looking for, to train a companion to be that special sort of loyal compatriot, to stay by my side without the spectre of mistrust that plagues all relationships of the rich, a bond of true trust and caring"</span>.
Giving his words a moment to sink in, the realization that he was subtly giving you commands and rewarding you for fulfilling them briefly running through your mind, the silver haired Lord continues, <span class="male">"That all probably sounds quite odd, to which I can understand the concern, but is it <i>that</i> odd really? What I mean by that is, most people around here are looking to press a slave into a life of sexual slavery, conditioning them to be obedient toys to sate their many desires. What I’m offering is similar, sure, but I’m looking to find someone who I can help grow and become part of my family. If you look at it objectively, all I want to do some consensual roleplay that brings me closer to my charge and creates a bond between us, whilst teaching them good manners and a few fun tricks. It doesn’t even have to be sexual really, though I’m happy for it to be if my partner is. I’ve probably muddled my words a little there, but I hope the point has come across appropriately"</span>, giving pause, you see the first hints of uncertainty on the mans’ brow, likely worried that he’s said something that will scare you away.
Opening your mouth to give an appropriate response, Vincent interjects, holding his hands out in the way one might expect a rancher to calm a skittish horse, <span class="male">"I’ve dropped some complicated matters on you today. They’re probably quite confusing, maybe even a little scary. However, I only wish for you to think them over for me with an open mind, that’s all I ask of you. For now though, I think it best if we retreat back into the front of Jaz’s shop, lest she thinks we’re up to something much lewder than we are"</span>, the man offering you his hand to get up from the sofa before gently guiding you back into the main room of Fur Life.
Slipping another chocolate into your hand as he does as a parting gift, he nods to Jasmine as he emerges past her counter, the fox-girl looking on with an expression of unsure curiosity, as if she’s not entirely sure if she wants to know but her gossipy nature is pushing her to ask. However, sticking his tongue out at her, he quashes her questions before they begin, instead stating in a good-natured joking tone, <span class="male">"We had a lovely quick conversation Jaz and that is all. Get your mind out of the gutter girl"</span>, to which you can’t help but smile at.
Looking at his watch, he suddenly exclaims loudly, <span class="male">"Sadly, it seems I’ll have to be on my way. Time stops for no man after all. Anyway, it was a true pleasure meeting you $firstName, I hope we can spend more time together in the future and that you might consider my offer to be your sponsor. Also, it was good to see you as always, my dearest Jaz. Have a wonderful day you two"</span>, Vincent hurriedly leaving the shop giving a polite goodbye wave to the both of you as he does.
Standing around in an awkward silence for more than a little while, you’re not sure what to say, not wanting to make the situation any more uncomfortable. Sighing and shrugging, Jasmine eventually breaks the silence, giggling briefly, <span class="female">"Wow, well, that was really awkward wasn’t it. Don’t worry, I just hope you have fun. But, I’m a business, your money … well points, are welcome here regardless. Just, Vincent really is a good guy, it’d be great if you two could get along, you could have a lot of fun with him. Did I mention earlier how amazing he is at all this stuff? Like, he’s got a lot of spare time, so he trains dogs, and they’re just so cute …"</span>, her words trailing off again, possibly because she doesn’t want the conversation to descend back into silence.
<span class="female">"Anyway, business and all that. I’m glad you came back! Sorry but not sorry about the brief delay. Is there anything I can do for you today? I’m not sure if we’ve got any new stock in since last time, but I’m certain we can find something fun in our selection to brighten your day. However, if you just want to spend some time here instead then that would be cool too. I like the company, and we have so many comfy sofas that nobody is going to complain if you just want to put your feet up and relax. So, what’s it going to be today?"</span>, adds the fox-girl rather quickly in her high-pitch girly voice, observably excited to be talking about her business.
Do you:
[[Ask to look at their treatment options|Fur Life Menu]]
<<if $mobileView>><a data-passage="Fetish Hub">Leave building</a><<else>><div align="center"><a data-passage="Fetish Hub"><img src="TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitDark.jpg" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitLight.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitDark.jpg'"/></a></div><</if>>Deciding, at least for now, that you’re not interested in Vincent’s mysterious offer, you politely respond, <span class="player">"I’m sorry, but I don’t think that’s something I want to try. Not at the moment anyway"</span>, leaving yourself the wiggle room to change your mind later.
Reacting to your dismissal of his offer, Vincent is obviously a little down, his easy to observe expression a disappointed one rather one of anger. Taking a second to readjust his tie and shirt collar, likely just to give him a moment to recompose himself, he finally replies, <span class="male">"Well, it was a pleasure to make your acquaintance $firstName none the less. I’m sorry to hear that you’re not up for my offer of teaching you a little more about my interests and maybe working out some sort of sponsorship deal between the two of us. However, if you ever change your mind I’ll be around these parts somewhere. I always check in on Jaz whenever I get the opportunity, so she might be able to point you my way if you have need of me"</span>.
Looking at his watch, he exclaims loudly, <span class="male">"And, it seems I’ll have to be on my way. Time stops for no man after all. Anyway, it was a pleasure meeting you $firstName, and it was good to see you as always, my dearest Jaz. Have a good day"</span>, Vincent hurriedly leaving the shop making a small polite goodbye wave to the both of you as he does.
Standing around in an awkward silence for more than a little while, you’re not sure what to say, not wanting to make the situation any more uncomfortable. Sighing and shrugging, Jasmine eventually breaks the silence, giggling briefly, <span class="female">"Wow, well, that was really awkward wasn’t it. Don’t worry, I’m a business, your money … well points, are welcome here still. Just, Vincent really is a good guy, think about it sometime, you could have a lot of fun with him. Did I mention earlier how great he is at all this stuff? Like, he’s got a lot of spare time, so he trains dogs, and they’re just so cute …"</span>, her words trailing off again, possibly because she doesn’t want to take the conversation back to where it was a minute or so ago.
<span class="female">"Anyway, business and all that. I’m glad you came back! So, sorry about the brief delay, is there anything I can do for you today? I’m not sure if we’ve got any new stock in since last time, but I’m certain we can find something fun in our selection to brighten your day. However, if you just want to spend some time here instead then that would be cool too. I like the company, and we have so many comfy sofas that nobody is going to complain if you just want to put your feet up and relax. So, what’s it going to be today?"</span>, adds the fox-girl rather quickly in her high-pitch girly voice, observably excited to be talking about her business.
Do you:
[[Ask to look at their treatment options|Fur Life Menu]]
<<if $mobileView>><a data-passage="Fetish Hub">Leave building</a><<else>><div align="center"><a data-passage="Fetish Hub"><img src="TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitDark.jpg" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitLight.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitDark.jpg'"/></a></div><</if>><<if $inventory.indexOf("Giant teddy bear") != -1>><<removeFromInventory "Giant teddy bear">><<addToFurniture "Giant teddy bear">><</if>><<if $inventory.indexOf("Neon unicorn painting") != -1>><<removeFromInventory "Neon unicorn painting">><<addToFurniture "Neon unicorn painting">><</if>><<if $inventory.indexOf("Robotic changing table") != -1>><<removeFromInventory "Robotic changing table">><<addToFurniture "Robotic changing table">><</if>><<if $inventory.indexOf("Ultimate mattress") != -1>><<removeFromInventory "Ultimate mattress">><<addToFurniture "Ultimate mattress">><</if>><<if $inventory.indexOf("Snuggly Warn Teddy Bear") != -1>><<set $hypnoBearTrait = true>><<removeFromInventory "Snuggly Warm Teddy Bear">><<addToFurniture "Snuggly warm teddy bear">><</if>><<if $inventory.indexOf("Wicker picnic basket") != -1>><<removeFromInventory "Wicker picnic basket">><<addToFurniture "Wicker picnic basket">><</if>><<if $inventory.indexOf("Bouquet of roses") != -1>><<removeFromInventory "Bouquet of roses">><<addToFurniture "Bouquet of roses">><</if>><<if $inventory.indexOf("Model jet kit") != -1 && $midShelf.indexOf("Model jet kit") == -1>><<addToMidShelf "Model jet kit">><</if>>Taking a moment to think about your situation you suddenly come to a startling realization. Why are you carrying around all your furniture? Deciding that lugging around so many heavy objects isn’t really feasible, you instead make the choice to leave them where they are in your room, making a mental note that furniture is bulky and not meant to be taken to work with you.
[[Return to options menu|Options]]<<addToFurniture "Pile of plushies">>Looking through a catalogue on a stand you see a list of possible changes that can be made to your room here at the facility. Looking through the furnishings section, you see that they offer an obscene amount of plushie toys to decorate your room with and write out its code. Your purchase selected, you bring the order slip to the shops counter.
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<<if $abdlPlay>><span class="bimbo">"Wow, those are pretty cute, but, wow! Like, normally I might let someone get away with this without teasing them, because having a tonne of cute stuffed toys is super girly and cute. But, like, you’re obvs just getting them because you’re into plushies, like, really into them. Guess you’re just a big baby at heart! Still, you can probably snag a hot date if they see how adorbs you are playing with your stuffies. You know, I have some too, and this one time I got so worked up … but, yeah, super baby-ish when you do it!"</span>, Tilly giggles as she finishes processing your order.<<else>><span class="bimbo">"Wow, those are pretty cute. Like, normally I might tease someone for buying something so girly but I, like, totally understand it. You’re obvs just trying to connect with your feminine self, so that’s cool. Like, that or you’re trying to snag a hot date by playing the cute act when you get them back to your place. Either way, I totally get it. It’s pretty hot!"</span>, Tilly giggles as she finishes processing your order.<</if>>
With your purchase complete you [[return to shopping|Shop Stock]].Clambering up onto your plushie covered large <<if $bedType == 0>>pink<<else>>blue<</if>> canopy bed, you flop down face first, feeling the cool material against your cheeks. Surrounded by adorable soft toys, you pull up some additional ones from the floor beside you, creating a little nest of fluffy toy animals around you. Flipping over in your mind whether to get under the covers or not, in the end you err on the side of laziness, deciding instead to stay on top of your duvet, content to be lying in a pile of plushies. <<if $abdlPlay>>Pulling a few of your more favourite soft toys into your grasp, you snuggle up to them, their fuzzy squishy forms feeling great in your arms.<</if>>
<<if $bedType == 0>>[img[TRCimgs/Bedroom/PinkBed.png]]<<else>>[img[TRCimgs/Bedroom/BlueBed.png]]<</if>>
<<if $plushiesHuggedToday>>You’ve already taken a nap with your soft toys today, so having another just doesn’t seem to have the same impact as you’d hoped. Tossing and turning, your mind is just way too pre-occupied to really relax despite being surrounded by your cute fluffy toys. Maybe tomorrow you could manage a high-quality nap again, but for today you don’t think you’ll manage and eventually give up.<<elseif $actionAmountCurrent > 0>><<set $plushiesHuggedToday = true>><<set $actionAmountCurrent -= 1>>Rolling around until you find the perfect spot, it doesn’t take long for you to feel comfortable and content surrounded by your plushie collection as you are. Letting out a large yawn, absentmindedly running your hands over a stray teddy bear that is close to your waist, you blink a few times, slowly sinking into a restful nap. You’re not sure how long you’re out for, but you get the impression it isn’t very long, invigorating as it is. Feeling refreshed, wiping the sleep from your eyes, you begin pulling yourself off of your bed slowly, picking up a few of your soft toy collection as you do, putting them back where they were before. You do, of course, without thinking give a couple of quick hugs to your plushies, dozy as you are in your post-nap state, but it doesn’t take long to get everything back in order.<<else>>Trying to take a nap, you find that it just isn’t as easy as you thought it would be. Sadly, you’re just way too energetic at the moment to get any sleep, even as little as a brief nap. Instead, after tossing and turning for a few minutes it doesn’t seem to be working, despite being surrounded by your cute fluffy toys. There’s just too much to do right now for you to take a restful nap, your mind unwilling to let you rest just yet. Pulling yourself back up off of your bed, you decide to give up for now, taking a moment to reposition your plushies, giving one or two stray hugs as you do.<</if>>
Finished with your napping efforts, you find yourself <a data-passage="Room Hub">standing in your bedroom</a>.As you pass through the main shopping hub, walking around one of the higher balconies, you spot something that catches your attention. Minding your own business, out of the corner of your eye you watch on as a strange man fiddles about with his wallet and a large camera as he looks over the atrium from above. Wearing brown shorts and a very colourful shirt, sunglasses sitting atop his head, you get the impression that he might be a tourist, albeit not a very suitably dressed one given that the facility is all indoors and mostly aimed at a wealthy looking clientele.
<span class="male">"Drat! Not again, why does this always happen to me!"</span>, he calls out, attracting your attention just in time to watch as his wallet tumbles all the way down the heavily travelled plaza bellow.
<<if $actionAmountCurrent >= $actionLimit>>Very tired but still wondering if there’s anything you could do, you come up with two main options. Firstly, if you weren’t so out of energy you could rush down there and retrieve the wallet for the man, hoping for a reward. Or, you could rush down there and steal the contents of the man’s wallet instead. However, as lazy as you’re feeling at the moment there’s not really a choice, and instead you figure that someone else will almost certainly get to the wallet first.<<else>>Your mind wondering if there’s anything you could do, you come up with two main possible choices. Firstly, you could rush down there and [[retrieve the wallet for man|Shopping Hub Wallet Drop Help][$actionAmountCurrent += 1;]], hoping he might give you some sort of reward for your good deed. Or, you could rush down there and [[steal the contents of the man’s wallet|Shopping Hub Wallet Drop Steal][$actionAmountCurrent += 1;]], slipping away before anyone sees your nefarious deed. You could also, of course, just ignore the whole thing, as getting down there in time would probably be pretty tiring, however, you’re sure that choice isn’t going to reward you.<</if>>Deciding that you’ll take the contents of the wallet for yourself, you spend a second thinking up your plan of attack, paying little heed to the tourist who is looking below for his lost property nervously. <<if $wingType != 0>><<set $ggp += 600>>Knowing what to do to get to it first, you quickly vault over the high railing, propelling yourself with a quick kick against the wall so that you get a decent clearance from it. Four stories or so up, you trust that your wings will be enough to support your weight, unsure just how effective they’ll be but committed to your choice now.
Spreading your wings, the air rushing past your face and your adrenaline pumping, your fall is rapidly slowed. Your wings, whilst not able to truly support you in regard to flight, certainly are able to let you effectively glide, swooping down upon your prey, the wallet, like a hawk. You feel on top of the world, the elated sensation only growing as some of the crowd spot your decent, whooping and clapping at your amazing and elegant show of flight ... well, controlled falling.
Landing by the wallet, you find that you’ve gotten there early enough that all the money is still inside. There’s a lot of people watching you, <<if $pickPocketingTrait>>but you know what to do, trained in the arts of pickpocketing. Remembering the advice Mari gave you, you nonchalantly strip the wallet of its contents, stealthily letting the wallet slip out of your hand onto the floor behind you as you stroll away.<<else>> but you’re committed now, plucking the money out of the wallet and dumping the rest on the floor behind you as your stroll away triumphantly. It might not have been the smartest decision, but at this moment you don’t care, chest pumping with adrenaline and with a fist full of cash. <<set $random = random(1,2)>><<if $random == 1>><<set $numberOfComplaints += 1>>Walking away, you’re sure you spot a facility guard watching you suspiciously, though by that point you’re already pretty far away from him, so you’re not sure if anything will come from that.<</if>><</if>>
After that, you spend a few minutes looking for a shop that’ll exchange your ill-gotten money for points without asking too many questions, a task that turns out to be rather easy. Thankfully, most of the store owners are looking to make some fast money and don’t want to rock the boat, so after a few probing questions, you quickly get the money converted. For your efforts, you find that you’re now 600 G.G.P richer, not too bad for a few minutes work. Additionally, you thankfully don’t spot the tourist who dropped the wallet in the first place again, probably a good thing after what you did.<<else>><<set $ggp += 400>>Not knowing a better way of getting down there quickly, you run as quickly as you can, heading to the nearest stairway. Taking it three steps at a time, you’re already feeling pretty tired by the time you get to the bottom of it, only just now coming to the realization that there’s still three sets of stairs and a fair amount of running in between them until you’ll get yourself down to the plaza, at which point you’ll have to barge your way through the crowd to get to the wallet.
Eventually reaching the floor, feeling more than a little sweaty from the exertion, you wipe the sweat from your brow, trying to remember just where the tourist was standing when he dropped his wallet. It takes you longer than you’d probably like to admit, having had to change your position multiple times in search of getting to the nearest stairs down whilst travelling all the way down from the fourth floor, but you do manage to locate the spot. Pushing your way through the mass of people and kneeling down to search for it as surreptitiously as possible, you do in fact find your prey, the stray, albeit already opened wallet of the tourist.
Looking inside, it looks like a lot of the contents have already been stripped, all the ID and bank cards already missing. On the bright side, at least for you though, it seems like most of the cash is still there. There are, however, a lot of people around you paying you attention as you go about your nefarious business. <<if $pickPocketingTrait>>But, you know what to do, trained in the arts of pickpocketing. Remembering the advice Mari gave you, you nonchalantly strip the wallet of its contents, stealthily letting the wallet slip out of your hand onto the floor behind you as you stroll away.<<else>> But, you’re committed now, plucking the money out of the wallet and dumping the rest on the floor behind you as your stroll away triumphantly. It might not have been the smartest decision, but at this moment you don’t care, chest pumping with adrenaline and with a fist full of cash. <<set $random = random(1,2)>><<if $random == 1>><<set $numberOfComplaints += 1>>Walking away, you’re sure you spot a facility guard watching you suspiciously, though by that point you’re already pretty far away from him, so you’re not sure if anything will come from that.<</if>><</if>>
After that, you spend a few minutes looking for a shop that’ll exchange your ill-gotten money for points without asking too many questions, a task that turns out to be rather easy. Thankfully, most of the store owners are looking to make some fast money and don’t want to rock the boat, so after a few probing questions, you quickly get the money converted. For your efforts, you find that you’re now 400 G.G.P richer, not too bad for a few minutes work. Additionally, you thankfully don’t spot the tourist who dropped the wallet in the first place again, probably a good thing after what you did.<</if>>
Now with some additional money in your account, you thank the shop owner quietly, before [[returning to wandering through the shopping plaza|Shopping Hub]].Deciding to help the tourist retrieve his wallet, you spend a second thinking up your plan of attack, paying watching on as he looks below for his lost property nervously. Turning to him sympathetically, telling him, <span class= "player">"Don’t you worry, I’ll get it for you sir!"</span>, you cheerily spring to action.
<<if $wingType != 0>><<set $ggp += 300>>Knowing what to do to get to it first, you quickly vault over the high railing, propelling yourself with a quick kick against the wall so that you get a decent clearance from it. Four stories or so up, you trust that your wings will be enough to support your weight, unsure just how effective they’ll be but committed to your choice now. The man shouting behind you worriedly, <span class="male">"What are you … WAAH!"</span>, having just seen someone seemingly plummet to their death before his eyes, his day only getting worse.
Spreading your wings, the air rushing past your face and your adrenaline pumping, your fall is rapidly slowed. Your wings, whilst not able to truly support you in regard to flight, certainly are able to let you effectively glide, swooping down upon your target, the wallet, as if you were some sort of superhero. You feel on top of the world, the elated sensation only growing as some of the crowd spot your decent, whooping and clapping at your amazing and elegant show of flight … well, controlled falling.
Landing by the wallet, you find that you’ve gotten there early enough that all the money is still inside. There’s a lot of people watching you, but when you wave up at the wallets owner, gesturing towards your rescued cargo, the onlookers break out into applause, clearly impressed by your show of heroism. Giving them a few nods, of acknowledgement, you quickly start looking for a stairway back up, beginning the arduous trek back to the wallets owner.
It’s tough, so many stairs and they’re placed in such a way that getting back up to the fourth floor isn’t an easy task, having to dart back and forth on each tier to make it to the next. Still, whilst you’re out of breath and starting to feel a little sweaty, you manage to make your way back up to the man in a few minutes. Waving at him, wallet in hand, you’re glad to see that he looks happy to see you, the man having clearly been nervous about his lost possessions.
<span class="male">"My wallet! You went and got my wallet for me? I don’t think anyone has ever done something so nice for me. Not only that, but it was so impressive, jumping off and flying down there, I’ve never seen anything like that. Please, if you give it back to me I’ll do my best to repay the favour!"</span>, says the man in a tone that conveys his sheer awe of you, his hand outstretched to retrieve the wallet.
Handing it over to him, the tourist finally reunited with his lost property, he opens it up, looking through its contents. With a big smile, you can tell he’s especially impressed that everything is still inside it, not a single card or note missing. Pocketing his wallet, he exclaims, <span class="male">"Amazing! I was worried that something might have fallen out, but it’s all still there. Thank you so much, I don’t know how I can make it up to you, but I’ll try my best. I’m guessing that you’re a trainee, right?"</span>, waiting until you nod in agreement he continues, <span class="male">"Then I’ll put some money into your account. It’s the least I could do. Hopefully 300 G.G.P is enough to help you out like you’ve helped me. Thanks!"</span>.
<span class="player">"You’re welcome sir, that’s very kind of you"</span>, you respond joyfully, happy to have done a good deed today. Making a note to check your account later to make sure that he’s actually sent you what he promised.<<else>><<set $ggp += 200>>Not knowing a better way of getting down there quickly, you run as quickly as you can, heading to the nearest stairway. Taking it three steps at a time, you’re already feeling pretty tired by the time you get to the bottom of it, only just now coming to the realization that there’s still three sets of stairs and a fair amount of running in between them until you’ll get yourself down to the plaza, at which point you’ll have to barge your way through the crowd to get to the wallet.
Eventually reaching the floor, feeling more than a little sweaty from the exertion, you wipe the sweat from your brow, trying to remember just where the tourist was standing when he dropped his wallet. It takes you longer than you’d probably like to admit, having had to change your position multiple times in search of getting to the nearest stairs down whilst travelling all the way down from the fourth floor, but you do manage to locate the spot. Pushing your way through the mass of people and kneeling down to search for it as surreptitiously as possible, you do in fact find your target, the stray, albeit already opened wallet of the tourist.
Giving it a better look, it seems like some of the cards are missing from how it’s all laid out, and you get the impression some of the money might be gone too, but there’s not much you can do about that now. By this point there’s a few people watching you, sweaty and out of breath as you are, but when you wave up at the wallets owner, gesturing towards your rescued cargo, the onlookers break nod and smile at you, realizing that you’re in the middle of helping someone out rather than anything shady. Giving them a few nods, of acknowledgement, you quickly start looking for a stairway back up, beginning the arduous trek back to the wallets owner.
It’s tough, so many stairs and they’re placed in such a way that getting back up to the fourth floor isn’t an easy task, having to dart back and forth on each tier to make it to the next. Especially with your tiring trip down, the way back up takes a lot longer than you’d hoped, leaving you soaked in sweat and feeling more than a little light headed. You do manage to make your way back up to the man, but it takes a good ten minutes to do so. Waving at him languidly, wallet in hand, you’re glad to see that he looks happy to see you, the man having clearly been nervous about his lost possessions.
<span class="male">"My wallet! You went and got my wallet for me? I don’t think anyone has ever done something so nice for me. Not only that, but you look exhausted, I’m sorry if I’ve caused you a lot of hassle. Please, if you give it back to me I’ll do my best to repay the favour!"</span>, says the man in a tone that conveys his sheer awe of you, his hand outstretched to retrieve the wallet.
Handing it over to him, the tourist finally reunited with his lost property, he opens it up, looking through its contents. His smiling drooping a bit, you confirm your earlier suspicion that things are now missing, though the man still seems to be in generally good spirits. Pocketing his wallet, he exclaims, <span class="male">"I think a few of the cards have fallen out on the way down, but I can cope with that. I’ll just have to contact my bank and my employer to get everything in order. Thank you so much, I don’t know how I can make it up to you, but I’ll try my best. I’m guessing that you’re a trainee, right?"</span>, waiting until you nod in agreement he continues, <span class="male">"Then I’ll put some money into your account. It’s the least I could do. Hopefully 200 G.G.P is enough to help you out like you’ve helped me. Thanks!"</span>.
<span class="player">"You’re welcome sir, that’s very kind of you"</span>, you respond joyfully, happy to have done a good deed today, even if it didn’t’ go perfectly. Making a note to check your account later to make sure that he’s actually sent you what he promised.<</if>>
Now with some additional money in your account, you thank the tourist profusely, before [[returning to wandering through the shopping plaza|Shopping Hub]].Pulled along by the blonde bombshell, you wonder where she might be planning to take you, possibly a favourite restaurant or store. Then again, she seemed to think that her choice would seem weird, so unless it’s a very fetishy location, you can’t think of anything else that Tilly might think of as strange. Still, it’s nice to be holding her hand and you walk, it just feels so very normal and sweet to be out with your girlfriend for a romantic stroll.
As Tilly pulls up to a rather non-descript metal door off of a side corridor, you’re starting to feel even more confused, especially after spotting a worn out, <span class="neutral">"STAFF ONLY"</span>, sign peeling off of its surface. Watching as Tilly drags you up to it and subsequently through it, the door swinging open for her without the ditzy girl needing to do a thing with it, you’re now in a rather dingy corridor with the paint peeling off the walls in patches. Now in an out of bounds area, you <<if $submission >=0>>start to panic a little, not wanting to get in trouble, but you trust Tilly enough that she wouldn’t take you somewhere if she thought you’d get caught<<else>>wonder if maybe you should sneak off and try to find an exit, your decision made for you as you come to terms you’re your lack of knowledge of where you are, along with your desire not to hurt Tilly’s feelings<</if>>.
<span class="player">"Hey, erm, Tilly. Where are we?"</span>, you ask as she begins leading you up a stairway with metal flooring, your combined footsteps clanging loudly in the otherwise silent staff hallways.
Stopping for a moment, she bites her plump bottom lip in thought, <span class="bimbo">"Huh, like I never really thought about it too much cutie. I guess this is, like, the old wings of the facility, before they rennervated it a few years back. They do that sort of stuff all the time, then they knock the old stuff down eventually for space, or re-paint it, or stuff. The doors let me through, so I sometimes wander about, especially when I get confused. But, there’s somewhere really cool I want to show you, so no more hints"</span>. Giggling happily, picking back up the pace, she continues to lead you on, your questions at least partly answered for now. At the very least it seems like you’re unlikely to encounter any guards or security systems.
Things continue like this for another half hour or so, the journey taking a lot longer than you expected. Tilly does, however, start chatting to you as you get further in, more small talk than anything, but it’s kind of nice especially in such an eerie setting. And, on that note, as you travel further you see a fair amount of creepy abandoned corridors and general areas, their state dilapidated but not to such an extent that they’re falling apart. It puts a chill up your spine to think that such a huge area is actually walled within the facility yet completely ignored, making you question just how big The Repurposing Center is. Thankfully though, the lights still work, so you can clearly see your path, many of the side rooms looking horrendously dust covered and almost as if they were left in a hurry.
Eventually though, you reach a cleaner and less dingy portion of the wing, a sign on the floor propped up against the wall half rusted reads, <span class="neutral">"Experimental Subjects Wing"</span>. Side rooms begin shifting from offices to bedrooms, atriums feel more welcoming, and most of all there’s very little dust, as if this place is possibly cleaned. Passing by a set of open doors, you get the briefest glimpse of an operating room, the inside not only immaculate but just as high-tech as anything you’ve seen in the normal clinic rooms. However, as you try to linger to get a better look, Tilly pulls you along with a harsh tug, adding, <span class="bimbo">"We’re almost there!"</span>, chirpily.
Arriving at a door marked, <span class="neutral">"Solarium"</span>, you both pass inside, Tilly barely able to contain her excitement. Surveying the interior though, you’re unsure why she’s so happy, the room bare other than a few chairs and a mattress that seems to have been moved in here from elsewhere. The lighting feels a bit weird, but other than that you can’t place why she’d be so in love with this place.
Trying not to disappoint Tilly, you try to look impressed, nodding at the chairs and the mattress each in acknowledgement, you state, <span class="player">"So … you’ve um, you’ve got a nice place here … lots of space. And, er … it’s all nice and on its own so people don’t … wander in and both you …"</span>, not entire sure how to word your attempt at placating her.
<span class="bimbo">"No silly! Not the room"</span>, giggles Tilly whilst she gets behind you, pushing you further into the center of her special place before pointing up at the ceiling. <span class="bimbo">"You have to look up instead, that’s where the cool thing is … though I do like to nap on that mattress too, so you were still kinda right"</span>.
Finally having some instructions, you tilt your head up, taking a look at where she’s directed, the shock of what you’re seeing taking a good few seconds to sink in.
Above you, through at least 10 feet of reinforced glass, the immense frame of which is entirely solid metal, you can see <<if $time>5>>the moonlit sky, covered in tiny stars<<else>>the sunlit sky, filled with fluffy white clouds<</if>>. Astonished, you do a double-take, having likely not seen the outside of the facility since arriving, even now questioning whether this is another illusion. Still, it’s breathtakingly beautiful, your jaw dropped in awe.
<span class="bimbo">"Told you it was pretty! I super win on this one! "</span>, cheers Tilly as she hugs you, the collision catching you unaware and causing you to stumble slightly. <span class="bimbo">"Plus, like, it’s totally real! You see, like, back when they still used this place, they used to have us sit in here like an hour a day. It was sorta boring, but also sorta nice. So, like, I like to come back here and just sit here and stuff. I hope that doesn’t sound super dumb of me …"</span>, her words trailing off as you get the hint she’s kind of self-conscious about all this.
Impressed, you reply joyfully, <span class="player">"This is amazing Tilly! Thank you for showing me your special place!"</span>, the double entendre not escaping Tilly as she bursts into full on laughter, you curiously add, <span class="player">"So you were brought in here a few years back? Why was that? And, how long ago was that too?"</span>, your curiosity getting the better of you in the face of so many questions to ask.
Scratching her head, her foot scooting back and forth, Tilly answers you after a short pause, <span class="bimbo">"Well, it’s sort of complicated and I sorta don’t fully get it. But, the newer lights are super special, whilst the old ones were super lame, so now we don’t need to spend time in the sun anymore to be fine. The sun’s just so pretty though, same with all the twinkly stars, so I like to come here and watch them"</span>.
<span class="player">"That makes sense"</span>, you respond, putting things together from her explanation, <span class="player">"So, what was this wing? You said you were brought here a few years back, so how long was that? It’s just I don’t know too much about your time here, at least your early time"</span>.
Moving over to the mattress, Tilly has her back turned to you so it’s hard to gauge her feelings, but you do notice her being remarkably quiet. Pulling the big squishy rectangle over, she says over her shoulder, <span class="bimbo">"You know what will be ever more amazing than napping in here? I bet going down on you would be just super awesome. Can I? Please?"</span>.
Tilly turning to face you, you can see that she’s obviously turned on, her face lit up with the breathy lust you’ve come to expect of her. Still, you can’t get past the idea that she’s trying to distract you away from having to answer your questions. Whilst getting oral from her would be great, especially under the <<if $time>5>>moon light<<else>>sun<</if>>, you’re not sure what the best thing to do for your relationship together is. Either way, you know that you’ll have to approach this situation delicately to not upset your buxom girlfriend.
Do you:
[[Keep pressing with questions|Date Tilly Mid Date Cuddle][if($tillyRelationship<=96){$tillyRelationship += 4;}else{$tillyRelationship = 100;};]]
[[Let Tilly perform oral sex on you|Date Tilly Mid Date Oral][if($tillyRelationship<=98){$tillyRelationship += 2;}else{$tillyRelationship = 100;};]].Deciding that you want to know more about Tilly’s past, you approach her, cupping her face. Lightly placing a tender kiss upon the tip of her nose, you begin circling around her. Slowly moving the both of you down onto the mattress, Tilly sat in your lap, her bubble-butt rubbing against your crotch tantalizingly as she gets the totally wrong impression from your actions, you ask again. <span class="player">"Tilly, could you please tell me more about your past? I want to understand you better sweetheart, and this seems like an important part of your time here"</span>.
<span class="bimbo">"Hmmmph …"</span>, whines your girlfriend as her attempts to press back against you increase ten-fold, <span class="bimbo">"Not fair, you were acting totally sexy. Now I’m mega horny and you’re asking me mean questions"</span>, the sulkiness in her tone extremely evident.
Sighing a little internally, mentally kicking yourself for doing anything that might turn your bimbo girlfriend on when you want to have a serious talk, you come up with a brilliant idea. Pressing your <<checkLips>> lips against the crook of her neck, you begin lightly kissing her, your hands slowly advancing from her waist up to her prodigious boobs. In not much more than a whisper, you seductively tell Tilly, <span class="player">"How about I make things fairer then? You’re my wonderful, beautiful and very sexy girlfriend, and I want to find out all about you. The more I know, the more I can help you. But, I get that you have needs to, so I’ll help you with those, and hopefully in return you’ll play nice with me and let me hear your story"</span>, the <<if $time>5>>moon light<<else>>sun light<</if>> of the solarium lens illuminating your actions like a spotlight.
Making loud thinking sounds for a moment as she contemplates your offer, the rest of her body squirming hotly against you, Tilly settles back slightly, relaxing in your grasp. <span class="bimbo">"That sounds fair, but you better be super handsy if you want my secret awesome backstory"</span>, giggling a little as she does.
<span class="bimbo">"So, I’m like, not fully great at remembering things, but I’ll totally try. Ooo … hands lower please! I think I’ve said it before, but I was a stinky icky boy when I came here. I didn’t like it at first, but I tried really really hard, and signed up for a whole bunch of training. I was doing some bar stuff because I totally like drinking, and dancing, and stuff. Then I got pushed into trying out some weird machine. But, like, the machine went totally screwy, and not in the good way, and I don’t remember much for a long while"</span>, the horny girl in before you now starting to pant like she’s in heat already, even though you’ve done little other than foreplay with her.
Not wanting to tease her, you begin tweaking her nipple, one of your hands slowly slipping further down to begin unbuttoning her shorts. <span class="bimbo">"So, like I don’t know what happened during that time, but I got sorta told later. I think that weird Tony guy made my brain all mushy, and then the staff got all panicked because they thought that they’d all get in trouble for it. That’s why they got some seriously dorky scientists to help out, and they made me all better. They didn’t do much …. ooooh …. do much changing people back then, other than making us all prettier, so it was a big thing, but they kept it super quiet and told me to … I guess I shouldn’t be talking about all this"</span>, taking another pause she adds sulkily, <span class="bimbo">Promise not to tell or you’ll be a massive mean-y"</span>.
Answering, <span class="player">"I promise sweetheart. I wouldn’t do anything like that to you"</span>, you finally mange to undo her shorts, Tilly helpfully scooting up so you can remove them, giving you full access to her wet and hairless core.
<span class="bimbo">"Yay! Well, I woke up and they did loads of super boring tests on me. But, like, they also did fun sexy ones too, so I guess they weren’t too mean. So, I thought I was going to get sold, but I spent so long here that I didn’t want to go. There were so many nice people, and I got all the cock and pussy I could ever want. I got all teary and gross, but this super nice man found me and said all sorts of extra nice things to me. They put me into the auction after that, but the guy came and took me out of it, said something really weird about me being a special test something or other, but he was so awesome. Ahhh … oh fuck yes!"</span>, her hips gyrating against your hand as you start playing with her slippery folds.
<span class="player">"So what happened then?"</span>, you ask, trying to keep her on topic.
Panting even heavier, her head flailing from side to side, she manages in a breathy tone, <span class="bimbo">"I got to stay, but they totally had no idea where to keep me. They kinda forgot about that when they decided that I was gonna get to stay. Heh, heh … ooo. Some of the lower staff were really rude, saying that I was a big dummy, but the admin guy who was so nice kept telling them that I was more important than them, and they got all pale and stuff. But, like, in the end they asked me what I liked, and I told them I liked shoes and dresses and pretty stuff like that. So, they got me a job looking after the main store for the trainees, and I did really good at it, and everyone was like ‘Tilly is so great at giving us cute fashion advice’, so they’ve let me keep doing that since"</span>, her story pausing for a moment as she tries to angle herself for your to push your fingers deeper into her, whining, <span class="bimbo">"Not fair, more touching please"</span>.
Taking two fingers, you start to run them inside her feminine tunnel, the loud and passionate sounds she’s making telling you all you need to know. Still, there’s still one burning question on your mind, <span class="player">"Thanks for telling me everything. I’ll have to think about it more, but I have to ask, how long have you been in this facility?"</span>.
Her words practically incoherent, her actions completely dictated by her horniness, in a show of incredible willpower she manages to say, <span class="bimbo">"Ooo … yes … so good! How old? Don’t know"</span>, her own hands now trying to press your hands more firmly against her most sensitive spots.
<span class="player">"You don’t know how old you are? Is this just because you’re really turned on right now? "</span>, you ask in turn, not sure if you’ll get any good answers now.
Her head spinning a little in her lust, Tilly whines, <span class="bimbo">"Loads of birthdays, and they give me pretty stuff, but I’m … oh crap, more … not sure how old I am. I think that we don’t really age after the stuff they give us … ooo … everyone always looks super-hot and not old. Eeeee!"</span>, her final enthusiastic scream accompanied by a rush of hot liquid as her molten core clamps down on your fingers like a vice, Tilly flailing about so badly you’d think she’s having a seizure if you didn’t know better. Instead, you hold her tight, kissing the back of her head and neck as she comes back down, practically asleep she’s so worn out.
Now with a few questions answered, and a lot more new ones to ask, you decided not to push any further today, instead spooning up behind Tilly on the mattress, cuddling her as she makes cute cooing sounds.
<span class="bimbo">"Best date ever!"</span>, she giggles quietly, practically sleep talking, the both of you bathed in the <<if $time >5>>moon light<<else>>sun light<</if>> of the giant window above you. It’s so relaxing and serene, that you can’t help but think she might be onto something, the both of you staying in your cute position for a little while longer, not wanting the moment to end, though eventually it must. Thankfully, the trip back is much quicker, and mostly down-hill.
Your time in the Solarium complete, [[Tilly suggests you both go back to her apartment|Date Tilly Apartment]].Tilly suggests you both go get something to eat as she’s hungry, the both of you working together to figure out where you want to eat from. She seems to genuinely not mind letting you pick where you’re going to eat, though you get the impression that given she took you there on your first date together that Tilly enjoys eating a Milky’s. Deciding that it’d be fun to go back there, especially as you know Tilly likes the food, you end up picking Milky’s, the large effervescent smile she gives you in return confirming that you made a good choice.
Being met by a cheerful yet ditzy waitress, you’re led through the heavily chrome decorated diner to a comfortable and secluded table booth. Sitting across from the giggly Tilly, you both stare around at all the retro decorations, enjoying both the ambience and your time together. Not long after that you both order your food, a pair of burgers, a recommendation by your waitress, and settle down into conversation as you wait. Mostly it’s just light flirting, though Tilly seems to be making a lot of effort to actually hold a conversation with you, asking you about your day. She even tells you her favourite food, well foods, ice-cream or strawberries, maybe chocolate, she can’t make her mind up but she makes the compromise that ice-cream can be both the other two, so it should probably win.
Enjoying your burgers, as soon as they’re finished Tilly orders a big <<if $lactationPlay>>breast-milk <</if>>ice-cream for you to share, the giggly bimbo practically vibrating she’s in such a good mood. Eating a fair amount of the huge amount of dessert that arrives, you can’t help but laugh when she manages to get a large dollop of whipped cream stuck on her nose, affectionately helping her remove it to which Tilly blushes a little in response. After that you both finish up your drinks, Tilly surreptitiously putting her hand out on the table for you to hold whilst you do. All in all, it’s a surprisingly chaste and intimate date.
The meal complete, [[Tilly takes you back to her apartment|Date Tilly Apartment]].Tilly suggests you both go shopping together, her suggestion striking you more as her desire for you to carry her bags than much else. She does seem to want to spend time with you, but the pull of shopping, one of her favourite past times, especially once she sees some of the sales that are currently on, means that she’s heavily distracted.
Pulling you into store after store, she piles your arms high with dresses as she searches through the racks, explaining to you that she needs you to hold onto them as she can’t properly examine the dresses otherwise. She also notes that this is so much easier than when she does this alone, commenting on how she often has to re-hang the clothes until she’s ready to take them to the changing rooms, losing out on so many pretty outfits over the years. Whilst it’s a little boring, you do get to see Tilly in a variety of sexy outfits as she wants to hear your opinions on them, the moment where she first came out in nothing but a tiny g-string thong to ask your thoughts seared into your mind forever.
Arms laden with bags from various clothing boutiques, not having much of an opportunity to look around for yourself even if you wanted to, Tilly seems to come to a realization. Looking at you a little sheepishly, she apologizes, trying her best to look cute so you’ll forgive her. Slightly nervously, she tells you that sometimes she gets caught up in things and can’t really help it, and that she hopes you weren’t too bored waiting around for her. In an attempt to make it up to you, she even takes you for milkshakes, which you drink down enthusiastically, sharing a tender moment together with Tilly as you rest your feet.
The shopping trip complete, [[Tilly takes you back to her apartment|Date Tilly Apartment]].Agreeing with Tilly’s assessment that <<if $penis>>getting a blowjob<<else>>having your pussy licked<</if>> under the <<if $time >5>>moon light<<else>>sun light<</if>> would be pretty awesome, you respond, <span class="player">"That’s really sweet of you Tilly! Of course, I’d love some quality time with my super sexy girlfriend"</span>.
Quickly dropping to her knees before you with a well-practiced ease, Tilly sets upon you, doing her best to push you down onto the mattress behind you. Losing your footing, you fall heavily on the springy surface, thankfully cushioned from the impact. This, however, doesn’t slow the horny Tilly who besets you voraciously, <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>stripping you of your $currentClothing and your $currentUnderwear, leaving you naked before her vivacious gaze<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>stripping you of your $currentClothing, leaving you naked before her vivacious gaze<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>stripping you of your $currentUnderwear, leaving you naked before her vivacious gaze<<else>>biting her plum lower lip sensuously as she takes in your nude form with her vivacious gaze<</if>>. Unable to hold herself back, giving you only a moment to rearrange yourself more comfortably on the mattress, she descends upon your crotch, her luxurious blonde hair obscuring your view of her actions.
<<if $penis>><<set $timesYourDickSucked += 1>>Latching on, all the way down to the base of your <<checkPenis>> cock in one rapid sucking motion, Tilly begins immediately deepthroating you, her lust evident as she humps against the floor<<else>><<set $timesYourPussyLicked += 1>>Spearing her tongue out, Tilly rams the soft pink appendage straight into the depths of your cunt in one rapid thrust, her lust evident as she humps against the floor<</if>>. It seems she’s really intent on rushing you to orgasm as soon as possible, but, her frantic actions and horny moans give you the impression that she’s still very much into this. In fact, as she slips her hands under your bare ass cheeks, mashing you even more tightly against her ravaging mouth, you’re starting to think that maybe a worked-up Tilly is even hotter than normal.
Imploring eyes staring up at you, her tongue beginning to trace circles as she sucks, it’s barely a minute since she started and you’re already getting near to peaking. It’s wonderful and terrible at the same time. So intense, but also intimate, a pure expression of your girlfriend’s hedonistic needs. Still, you don’t want this to end <i>that</i> quickly, the thought of cumming that quickly in front of your girlfriend highly embarrassing, so instead you scrunch your eyes tight, trying to resist the ever mounting need to orgasm.
You hold out a few minutes longer, the <<if $penis>>way Tilly’s tongues lavishes attention on the head of your needy cock as she pulls it back out before deepthroating once again, catching you off guard<<else>>way Tilly begins sucking on your throbbing clit as she pulls her attention away from your feminine tunnel suddenly, catching you off guard<</if>>. Your <<if $penis>><<checkPenis>> rod pulsing in preparation of reaching it’s peak, desperately trying to milk every drop of cum into your girlfriends awaiting mouth, Tilly’s eyes light up as she realizes what’s about to begin<<else>>cunt becoming increasingly wet and warm, your depths beginning to flex as the desperately try to cling to your girlfriend to prolong the pleasure, Tilly’s eyes light up as she realizes what’s about to begin<</if>>. Repositioning herself <<if $penis>>so her lips are barely wrapped around the spout of your dick-hole, she sucks with all her might, making you moan loudly from the wonderful sensation as you cum fills her mouth<<else>>so her mouth is completely covering your pussy hole, she sucks with all her might, making you moan loudly from the wonderful sensation as your fem-cum squirts into her mouth<</if>>.
Pulling back, her cheeks bulging, Tilly waits until you sit back up before she opens her mouth back up with her head tilted back, displaying to you the massive load of <<if $penis>>cum<<else>>fem-cum<</if>> resting upon her tongue. The ditzy blonde seems to be in rapture as she sits tasting your distinct flavour, giving it a good swish around before finally swallowing it with a contented sigh.
Both of you feeling more than a little exhausted after your frantic session, Tilly plants her face against your <<if $penis>>now flaccid cock, saliva and stray beads of cum wetting her cheek as she snuggles against it<<else>>extra sensitive vagina, saliva and fem-cum wetting her cheek as she snuggles against it<</if>>. Glancing down at her as she lets out an extremely cute yawn, Tilly begins whispering.
<span class="bimbo">"Super tasty! Now my tummy is all fun and warm"</span>, a fit of giggles accompanying her observations, <span class="bimbo">"I don’t think I’ve given such a great <<if $penis>>blowie<<else>>cunt-licking<</if>> all the way back when I was here first time around, though before that mean Tony guy made my head all fuzzy I don’t remember much, so maybe I had tons of awesome ones before them"</span>, her tiredness seemingly taking down some of the barriers she’d put up earlier.
<span class="bimbo">"I think I gave that guy who put my mushy brain back together a pretty cool blowie as thanks, but even with was certainly in the top 3, maybe the best. Plus, like, I was the best at this sort of stuff back when I came here, and I’ve been here for a super long time, and I’ve only got more better. So, I’ve gotta be one of the best at sucking <<if $penis>>dicks<<else>>lady-parts<</if>>, and this was one of my best, so you better be grateful"</span>, Tilly sticking out her tongue playfully at the last comment.
Petting her hair as she rests with you, you ask quietly, <span class="player">"Put your brain back together? What did they do to you sweetheart?"</span>, nervous to hear what horrible things might have happened to your eternally chirpy girlfriend.
Shrugging, seemingly a little awkward about this herself, she responds, <span class="bimbo">"Like, when I was a trainee I worked at this bar, and the owner was really handsome but ... I don’t know, kinda skeevy. He convinced me to volunteer for some sorta test thingy that his business was doing, they said I was like the first person, maybe the second, it was pretty confusing. Anyway, it went super wrong and I got super dumb, but the proper staff made me better again, then they let me stay around. So, like, it’s all good in the end, nothing to be sad about"</span>, the way she looks at you conveying to you that she’s okay.
Now with a few questions answered, and a lot more new ones to ask, you decided not to push any further today, instead repositioning yourselves so that you’re spooning up behind Tilly on the mattress, cuddling her as she makes cute cooing sounds.
<span class="bimbo">"Best date ever!"</span>, she giggles quietly, practically sleep talking, the both of you bathed in the <<if $time >5>>moon light<<else>>sun light<</if>> of the giant window above you. It’s so relaxing and serene, that you can’t help but think she might be onto something, the both of you staying in your cute position for a little while longer, not wanting the moment to end, though eventually it must. Thankfully, the trip back is much quicker, and mostly down-hill.
Your time in the Solarium complete, [[Tilly suggests you both go back to her apartment|Date Tilly Apartment]].<<if $currentClothing == "Naked" && $currentUnderwear =="Naked">>Seeing no reason to refuse their request, especially as you’re already completely naked, you reply, <span class="player">"Okay, that sounds fine. I’m nude already, so we can start whenever you’re ready"</span>.
Shrugging, the female Dr Byrd nods over to her co-worker, telling him, <span class="female">"Note compliance with basic requests on <<if $pronoun == 1>>her<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>his<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>their<<elseif $vagina>>her<<elseif $penis>>his<</if>> chart, and put in a request with Alice to add 100 G.G.P to <<if $pronoun == 1>>her<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>his<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>their<<elseif $vagina>>her<<elseif $penis>>his<</if>> account"</span>, the doctor only taking a brief moment to make sure he’s doing as told before returning her focus to you, adding, <span class="female">"Good, good, very good. I’m glad to see that you won’t be acting out with us today. This shouldn’t take long and is much less of a hassle for both parties if everyone just plays along. Every little helps, so if you make sure to behave for me today, I’ll make sure that you have a good recommendation from us in your processing records, understood?"</span>.
Nodding your agreement, quietly adding a, <span class="player">"Yes miss"</span>, to it to make sure she hears you, you wait on to hear what she has to say next.<<else>>Seeing no reason to refuse their request, the likelihood that it would be futile anyway pretty high, you reply, <span class="player">"Okay, that sounds fine. I’ll just get undressed. Is there anywhere I should put my clothes?"</span>.
Shrugging, the female Dr Byrd nods over to her co-worker, telling him, <span class="female">"Note compliance with basic requests on <<if $pronoun == 1>>her<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>his<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>their<<elseif $vagina>>her<<elseif $penis>>his<</if>> chart, and put in a request with Alice to add 100 G.G.P to <<if $pronoun == 1>>her<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>his<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>their<<elseif $vagina>>her<<elseif $penis>>his<</if>> account"</span>, the doctor only taking a brief moment to make sure he’s doing as told before returning her focus to you, adding, <span class="female">"Good, good, very good. I’m glad to see that you’re at least pretending to be acting in good faith. This shouldn’t take long and is much less of a hassle for both parties if everyone just plays along. Every little helps, so if you make sure to behave for me today, I’ll make sure that you have a good recommendation from us in your processing records, understood? Anyway, just fold any clothes and place them on the examining table next to you. Hewitt will move them for the time being, then you can have them back after we’re done with the examination stage"</span>.
Nodding your agreement, quietly adding a, <span class="player">"Yes miss"</span>, to it to make sure she hears you do as you’re told. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>First wiggling out of your $currentClothing, you quickly place it presentably next to where you’re sitting before pulling down your $currentUnderwear and placing them on top of the pile<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>Wiggling out of your $currentClothing, you quickly place it in a presentable fashion beside you, waiting for further instruction<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>Pulling down your $currentUnderwear, you lay it out beside you, the lone set of underwear sitting beside you in such a tiny pile as you wait for further instructions<</if>>. True to her word, Hewitt quickly comes and removes your offering, giving you a subtle thumb’s-up as he does before scarpering off. That done, it looks like the older doctor is ready to go through the next stage of processing.<</if>>
<span class="female">"Done. So, I’ll briefly go over the next stage of processing, mostly so you have nothing to panic about. There’s nothing too invasive, though there may be a couple of things that may seem a little embarrassing depending on your sensibilities. Firstly, I’ll be giving you a full physical examination. That does mean giving your body a good look over, as we need to make sure nothing looks out of place. It’ll also mean giving your genitals a more in-depth inspection given the nature of this facility. I’m a doctor and have absolutely no interest at all in taking longer at this than necessary, so don’t go getting flustered about the possibility of me taking advantage of you"</span>.
Taking a moment to let you ask questions, she continues, <span class="female">"Well, when that’s over and we have everything on record, I’ll run a handheld body scanning wand over you. That’ll give us a full 3d model of your body for your auction file, along with giving us the equivalent of a complete x-ray so that we can ensure there’s no unwarranted mutations going on internally. There’re some minor extras that we offer after that, things that’ll help bulk out your auction report and make you more desirable to potential owners, but by and large they’re optional unless we’re instructed to conduct them by the higher ups. Finally, we’ll give you your preliminary slave grading, which is a major indicator of value, though that’ll probably change after the testing phase. And, that’s everything. Any questions?"</span>.
Quietly offering her a small, <span class="player">"No, I’m fine"</span>, Dr Byrd wanders off to a side table, picking up a stethoscope before returning back to you. Now fully undressed and with the next step of the process explained, [[you sit and wait for your physical examination|Auction Processing Physical]].<<if $currentClothing == "Naked" && $currentUnderwear =="Naked">>Not wanting to go along with their request, even if you are already completely naked, you reply, <span class="player">"No, I don’t want to. Can’t we just skip over this?"</span>.
Shrugging, the female Dr Byrd nods over to her co-worker, telling him, <span class="female">"Note a lack of compliance with basic requests on <<if $pronoun == 1>>her<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>his<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>their<<elseif $vagina>>her<<elseif $penis>>his<</if>> chart, and put in a request with Alice to invoke <<if $pronoun == 1>>her<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>his<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>their<<elseif $vagina>>her<<elseif $penis>>his<</if>> internals"</span>, the doctor only taking a brief moment to make sure he’s doing as told before returning her focus to you, adding in a tone that impresses upon you how little she cares about your decision, <span class="female">"Not that it really matters, but going along with all this would probably help you out more than obstinate defiance. You’re already nude, so having a doctor’s appointment shouldn’t be too much for you cope with. Now I have to put in a bad word for you on your auction record over this, understood?"</span>.
Nodding your agreement for some inexplicable reason, your body acting as if you had no control of it you shudder internally at what they’re able to force upon you. Your lips parting in speech, you quietly say, <span class="player">"Yes miss, understood, I agree to behave during the physical"</span>, your tone oddly robotic and missing the usual emotion expected in human conversation.<<else>>Not wanting to go along with their request, preferring to keep as clothed as you are given the circumstances, you reply, <span class="player">"No, I don’t want to. Can’t we just skip over this?"</span>.
Shrugging, the female Dr Byrd nods over to her co-worker, telling him, <span class="female">"Note a lack of compliance with basic requests on <<if $pronoun == 1>>her<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>his<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>their<<elseif $vagina>>her<<elseif $penis>>his<</if>> chart, and put in a request with Alice to invoke <<if $pronoun == 1>>her<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>his<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>their<<elseif $vagina>>her<<elseif $penis>>his<</if>> internals"</span>, the doctor only taking a brief moment to make sure he’s doing as told before returning her focus to you, adding in a tone that impresses upon you how little she cares about your decision, <span class="female">"Not that it really matters, but going along with all this would probably help you out more than obstinate defiance. I’m a professional doctor, so having a doctor’s appointment with me shouldn’t be too much for you cope with. Now I have to put in a bad word for you on your auction record over this, understood? Anyway, when it kicks in just take off and then fold any clothes you’re wearing. After that, just place them on the examining table next to you. Hewitt will move them for the time being, then you can have them back after we’re done with the examination stage, see how simple this all can be"</span>.
Nodding your agreement for some inexplicable reason, your body acting as if you had no control of it you shudder internally at what they’re able to force upon you. Your lips parting in speech, you quietly say, <span class="player">"Yes miss, understood, I agree to behave during the physical"</span>, your tone oddly robotic and missing the usual emotion expected in human conversation. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>First wiggling out of your $currentClothing, you quickly place it presentably next to where you’re sitting before pulling down your $currentUnderwear and placing them on top of the pile<<elseif $currentClothing != "Naked">>Wiggling out of your $currentClothing, you quickly place it in a presentable fashion beside you, waiting for further instruction<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>Pulling down your $currentUnderwear, you lay it out beside you, the lone set of underwear sitting beside you in such a tiny pile as you wait for further instructions<</if>>. True to her word, Hewitt quickly comes and removes your less than consensual offering, giving you a nervous smile as he does before scarpering off. That done, it looks like the older doctor is ready to go through the next stage of processing.<</if>>
<span class="female">"Done. Not that you had much choice. Anyway, I’ll briefly go over the next stage of processing, mostly so you can calm down about it. There’s nothing too invasive, though there may be a couple of things that may seem a little embarrassing depending on your sensibilities. Firstly, I’ll be giving you a full physical examination. That does mean giving your body a good look over, as we need to make sure nothing looks out of place. It’ll also mean giving your genitals a more in-depth inspection given the nature of this facility. Once again, I’m a doctor and have absolutely no interest at all in taking longer at this than necessary, so don’t go getting flustered about the possibility of me taking advantage of you"</span>.
Taking a moment to let you ask questions, she continues, <span class="female">"Well, when that’s over and we have everything on record, I’ll run a handheld body scanning wand over you. That’ll give us a full 3d model of your body for your auction file, along with giving us the equivalent of a complete x-ray so that we can ensure there’s no unwarranted mutations going on internally. There’re some minor extras that we offer after that, things that’ll help bulk out your auction report and make you more desirable to potential owners, but by and large they’re optional unless we’re instructed to conduct them by the higher ups. That said, non-compliance does sometimes spur them on to do so. Regardless, finally, we’ll give you your preliminary slave grading, which is a major indicator of value, though that’ll probably change after the testing phase. And, that’s everything. Any questions?"</span>.
Grumbling quietly your breath, <span class="player">"No, not that it matters, it seems like I don’t have a choice anyway"</span>, at least in semi-control of your body now, you watch on as Dr Byrd wanders off to a side table, picking up a stethoscope before returning back to you. Now fully undressed and with the next step of the process explained, you have little choice but to [[sit and wait for your physical examination|Auction Processing Physical]].<hr>
Hello player!
Currently in terms of the auction system this is the end of the content for this build. I hope to get more content to fill in here soon (I've got some half written and some planned, so it shouldn't be too long), with more than ten separate new NPC potential owners, along the prospect of being bought by a few you already know. Until then, I hope you've enjoyed the content you've played, and if you’re still chomping at the bit for more content then hitting the back buttons at the top left of the screen will take you back to the main game.
Thank you for playing and have fun!
Jpmaggers
<hr>Weaving through the crowds, you eventually spot a rather lost looking male tourist, his large gut barely restrained by a gaudy garishly coloured shirt. Deciding that he’ll make a good target, especially when you see him fumbling clumsily with his wallet, juggling it, his phone, and a shopping bag all at the same time. Even better, the man seems to keep his wallet in his back pocket, making it feel a lot more likely that you could grab it unseen.
Stalking after him, keeping your distance, you tail him for a good ten minutes, trying to find an opportune time to make your strike. You’re still a bit nervous, but the idea of making some easy money is way too tempting, especially after homing in on someone even you think you could manage. However, despite his general cluelessness, the tourist hasn’t given you another good opening yet, too pre-occupied with buying more things in shops to put his wallet back to where you need it for long enough. He even goes for a donut which seems like a good opportunity, but the bench he sits on is too solid to let you get a hand through the slats, so you give up on trying to rob him then.
Feeling a little disheartened, you jump on the spot in shock when you feel a tiny prod against your arm. Turning as you make a shooing motion, trying to play it cool despite feeling rattled, worried that someone has noticed your suspicious behaviour, you’re more than a little surprised at who the prodder turns out to be. Indeed, standing at barely five foot in height, the girl, or at least you think it’s a girl beneath all the dirt and grime on her face, looks at you with a somewhat blank expression. Stranger, your gaze drifting down past her slightly ratty light brown, possibly dark blonde when clean, hair, you see that she’s wearing what you can only assume is a boiler suit, ragged and tailored into a dress at the bottom as the legs have been cut slightly shorter and patched together. Upon the lapel you see the name badge, <span class="neutral">"Larry"</span>, though you suspect from its refurbished and threadbare state that maybe she’s not the original owner.
<span class="female">"Hi. He’s a bad target"</span>, she barely whispers, her tone somewhat monotone, though her eyes convey a flood of emotion, mostly sympathy towards you.
<span class="player">"I don’t know what you mean"</span>, you respond, trying to cover yourself in case she’s trying to trick you, adding, <span class="player">"But, what do you mean?"</span>, unable to help but be curious regarding her short comment.
Shrugging a little noncommittally, she answers, <span class="female">"He looks dumb, but he’s not getting easily distracted. The guards look out for guests like him too"</span>.
<span class="player">"Okay then, well what am I supposed to do? If you think the guards will be paying too much attention to him, and you think he’s not going to distract himself, what do you suggest? Should I find someone else, or should I try and distract him myself? "</span>.
<span class="female">"I’ll help"</span>, the dishevelled girl says in return, walking over straight towards the man who’s now returning to the seat with another donut in hand. Nervously standing in front of him, she says something that you can’t hear from where you’re standing, though from the reaction he gives whatever it was seems to have made him look in a much better mood, a smug grin crossing his face.
Seeing this as a good time to move in, the man much more distracted than previously, with not too many people around and both of his hands full, you swoop forth. Circling behind him out of sight, you try and find the pocket on his khaki pants you earlier saw him place his wallet, overhearing the girl tell him about a number of places that are less well known within the facility. Holding your breath, you dive in, plucking his wallet clumsily from his back pocket, your lack of ability so bad that you’re sure if it was almost anyone else you’d have been caught. Instead, your body pumping with adrenaline, you begin to stride away, trying to look as normal as you can.
Turning a corner, you begin riffling through your ill-gotten acquisition, finding inside a number of bank cards and a fair amount of paper money. That’s when realization strikes you, money’s practically useless to you, you’re forced to use the stupid facility points system. Kicking yourself for your poorly thought out plan, you look up to spot that the girl has caught up with you again, her head still hanging slightly down as if she’s anxious, but you do notice a small warm smile from her.
<span class="female">"Good work. Guards don’t expect pairs"</span>, her limited response giving you the impression that she doesn’t speak to a lot of people.
Figuring that she might have a better idea, and feeling at least a little thankful over her help and advice, you in turn ask the grimy girl, <span class="player">"Thanks for the help back there. I was just wondering, I can’t really use money, do you know of any place that I could change it for facility points?"</span>, hoping she doesn’t give you a hard time over being a trainee.
<span class="female">"Hmmm"</span>, the girl responds, thinking for a moment, <span class="female">"Guards can give points too, but they might just steal it. Buy stuff and return it? Convert it that way?"</span>.
Seeing the second option as the best plan you have, not wanting to risk getting robbed or worse by one of the guards, you nod agreeably. After that, the girl tagging behind you, you spend a few minutes looking for a shop that’ll exchange your ill-gotten money for points without asking too many questions, a task that turns out to be rather easy. Thankfully, most of the store owners are looking to make some fast money and don’t want to rock the boat, so after a few probing questions, you quickly get the money converted. For your efforts, you find that you’re now 500 G.G.P richer, not too bad for less than an hour’s work.
Not entirely sure how to act around your tag along, you say to her in a friendly tone, <span class="player">"So, erm, I’m $firstName. Do you want me to give you some of the money? I just converted it, but I could get you something?"</span>
Shaking her head, the girl responds, <span class="female">"Hi $firstName. Mari. Your money, you keep. Want to be friends?"</span>, a question that is both somewhat awkward and rather cute, the way she keeps bowing her head down to avoid eye contact coming off as more of a charming shyness than anything duplicitous.
Seeing no reason to say no, at least for now, Mari having helped you out and possibly knowing some useful things that could help you out further, you tell her, <span class="player">"Sure, that sounds fine by me"</span>.
Tugging at your arm as if she wants to lead you somewhere, you decide that after everything that has just happened you might as well go with it, seeing no downside to going along with her, especially as from the look on her face you can’t spot any menace or trickery. Surprisingly though, she’s not trying to show you somewhere close by, instead taking you to a nearby service stairway and down to one of the lower floors. Now slightly richer from the aid of the dishevelled brunette, you <a data-passage="Industrial Hub Spend Time With Mari">follow Mari deep into the bowels of the facility</a>.<<if visited() <=1>>You end up all the way down on the industrial floor of the facility, characterized by large rusty pipes, tight corridors, grumpy looking laborers and most of all grime. Mari, however, seems to know her way, keeping to your pace as she swiftly directs you through the maze of passages. There are no guards down here, at least once you pass out of the main hub, and the workers you do see give you no mind, way too preoccupied with their own troubles already.
It takes a while, where ever she’s taking you way off the beaten path, still despite your best attempts to get an answer, she just tells you, <span class="female">"Home. Soon. Follow"</span>, which you figure is about the best you could expect given her terse and brief speech style.
Eventually, however, you find yourself at a particularly non-descript section of grimy corridor, filled with the exact same sorts of pipe and cable you’ve already gotten bored from seeing in your journey so far. But, this time, Mari stops, moving low against one of the walls, as if she’s looking for something. A metallic grinding shocks your senses, pushing you to pay more attention to what’s going on, your eyes catching the glint of mostly dull metal moving in the low light. In fact, it seems like Mari has pulled away a large vent panel, exposing behind it a remarkably dust and grime free vent, well mostly grime free.
Clambering inside with incredible agility, she turns in the opening, ushering you to follow. Not loving the idea of crawling into a, admittedly slightly cleaner than average, vent, you sigh, but ultimately follow her. After all, she did help you out, so you figure you can humour her at least for a little while longer. Further, you’re more than a little curious to see where all of this ends up. Getting on your knees, you squeeze inside, Mari waiting for you to get in before wiggling past you, pulling the back over your entrance before rubbing against you once more, passing by you to once more lead the way.
Now you’re crawling through the vent, it takes only a brief trip to reach your final destination, the vent opening up into a remarkably odd room. For the most part it has a low ceiling, maybe 4 or 5 foot tall. However, the far end of the room has a metal grating for a floor, the ceiling sloping up until its maybe a hundred feet in height. Further, there’s a railing, a decent distance away from the back wall, making you wonder what might be beyond it, most likely a long fall. Getting a better look, you notice that there are some other things that stand out, pillows and blankets, boxes, empty food containers, even a working television. It seems that this might be Mari’s home within the facility.
Grinning at you with a smile that melts your heart it’s so sincere, Mari gestures you over towards some blankets and pillows before the TV, ushering you to sit down. Doing so, you’re soon handed a candy bar and a can of soda, the teenager doing her best to make you feel welcomed in her home. <span class="female">"Thanks for … coming here. I don’t have many friends. Only you really. Wanna hang out?"</span>, her awkward shyness still palpable in the air, though she’s obviously trying really hard.
Spending some time chatting a little, mostly you are doing the talking, but you get the impression that she does in fact live down here. You’re not sure why, but it sounds like she steals from guests to feed herself, dodging the guards or paying them off if she has to. Most of all, you repeatedly note just how lonely she seems to be down here on her own. It’s weird being in some forgotten maintenance room, talking to a girl in rags, but equally quite endearing, a simple peacefulness to it that makes you feel better and more relaxed.
Eventually though, you do need to leave, or at least do something with your time, to which Mari looks up at you with big puppy dog eyes. <span class="female">"Come back … please? Anytime. Thanks for being … being my friend"</span>, she offers you, leaving also the option open for you to just stick around and hang out with her further. At the very least, if you do want to spend some more time with Mari, you now know where to find her.<<else>>Crawling back through the vent that Mari showed you previously, you make your way back into her home. The odd room for the most part has a rather low ceiling, maybe 4 or 5 foot tall. However, the far end of the room has a metal grating for a floor, the ceiling sloping up until its maybe a hundred feet in height. Further, there’s a railing, a decent distance away from the back wall, making you wonder what might be beyond it, most likely a long fall. Getting a better look, you notice that there are some other things that stand out, pillows and blankets, boxes, empty food containers, even a working television. Thankfully, it seems like you’ve caught her at home, the dishevelled girl sitting in front of the TV curled up in blankets, spotting you with a smile.
Standing at barely five foot in height, Mari is extremely dirty, especially her face, though that’s to be expected given that she lives in a forgotten maintenance room and crawls through the facilities vents. She has slightly ratty light brown, possibly dark blonde when clean, hair, and she is wearing a ragged boiler suit that has been tailored into a dress, the bottom having been cut slightly shorter and the legs patched together. Upon her lapel you see a name badge that reads, <span class="neutral">"Larry"</span>, though you know that her name is Mari.
<<if $mariABDL>>Shuffling over in your direction with a ragged blanket and a juice box in hand, she firstly slips the fluffy sheet into her arm pit, putting the straw in the juice box before handing it to you, almost as if she doesn’t think you can manage it alone. Whispering shyly, <span class="female">"Juice and blanket. I’ll put on cartoons for you. You okay? You hungry?"</span>, the question left to linger in the air.
Slightly more boldly, she hands you the blanket as she ferries you over in front of her TV, her insistent pushing not leaving you a moment to think or complain as she sits you down on some cushions. Flicking around channels for a moment, she eventually finds a very childish cartoon show, bright vibrant colours filling the screen. However, instead of watching it, she’s very clearly watching you, trying to figure out from your expression whether you’re enjoying it or she needs to find something else to entertain you.
Regardless, it’s without a doubt that she’s happy to see you, the warm smile on her face a testament to that face.<<else>>Shuffling over in your direction, a candy bar in hand to offer you, she whispers shyly, <span class="female">"Hi. Chocolate? Wanna watch TV?"</span>, her expression leaving you without a doubt that she’s happy to see you.<</if>><</if>>
Do you:
<<if $actionAmountCurrent >= $actionLimit>>You're too tired to hang out with Mari at the moment, maybe if some time passed you'd be ready to try again?<<else>>[[Offer to hang out with Mari|Industrial Hub Hang Out With Mari][$actionAmountCurrent += 1; $mariFriendship += 1;]]<</if>><<if !$pickPocketingTrait>><br><br><<if $actionAmountCurrent >= $actionLimit>>You're too tired to ask Mari to teach you more about pick-pocketing, maybe if some time passed you'd be ready to try again?<<else>>[[Ask Mari to train you in pick-pocketing|Industrial Hub Train With Mari][$actionAmountCurrent += 1; $mariTraining -= 1;]]<</if>><</if>>
[[Finish spending time with Mari|Industrial Hub]]Wondering if turning in Mari, the sweet yet quiet vent dweller, might be a beneficial thing to do, you tell the administrator, <span class="player">"Hey. So, I know that you’re not interested in regular complaints, but what about if I knew something about someone hiding out in the facility and pick pickpocketing people?"</span>, tentatively waiting for her response.
Despite everything she’s said so far to you, you certainly didn’t expect the reaction you receive. As, the blonde administrator Lianne looks at you aghast, her jaw dropped in shock. <span class="female">"Wait! What? Are you really telling me that you’re trying to sell out that sweet innocent girl, who, out of the kindness of her own heart helped you out in a time of need. The same one who showed you back to her secret lair where she gave you food and drink and just wanted to be your friend. You’re really trying to turn her into me?"</span>.
Feeling embarrassed at her tone, and more than a little worried about the implications of what she just said, you continue on. <span class="player">"No you’ve got it all wrong. But, if you were right, how do you know all that?"</span>, you ask, the level of detail she’d given you uncanny.
Shrugging, yet still looking uneasy, Lianne finally answers, <span class="female">"Look, you think there’s a single thing that goes on in this place that we don’t know about. Especially when it comes to our prize trainees. We know all your dirty secrets, including what you get up to in the showers when you don’t think anyone’s looking. No, we know all about your pick-pocketing antics. The thing is, my ethical stance, and that of most of the managerial staff, is that it’s not a crime unless someone gets caught. That’s why we don’t rain thunder down upon your ass every time you get up to hijinks and mischief. But, well … this. This is pretty messed up!"</span>.
Slightly perturbed over just how power they have over you, especially given their complete lack of scruples, you rub your forehead in irritation. Sighing in exasperation, you nod, <span class="player">"Well I guess that means no"</span>, ready to change the subject.
Instead, the blonde admin looks back at you confused. <span class="female">"The answer’s never no darling, I’m just personally shocked and appalled at your entirely lacking sense of morality. We pay snitches well around these parts. Dirty rats who are willing to stab their friends in the back are always sure to prosper under our guidance. But … still … yowzah! There’s heartless and then there’s less heart than that, and you’re falling into column B on this one. I don’t know whether to be proud that my little pigeon has flown the coop, or shed tears that it’s joined a gang of hoodlums"</span>, her tone now more teasing, conveying that she’s having a lot more fun tormenting you than anything at this point.
<span class="player">"So, how much then?"</span>, you ask, getting more than a little vexed by her taunts at this point.
<span class="female">"Sure, sure. The price for information leading to the apprehension of a an illegal resident of the facility is 3000 G.G.P upon their capture. Good money, but … and I don’t want to make a habit of trying to be reasonable … don’t you think it’s kind of harsh to turn in someone who helped you out like that?"</span>, Lianne explains, waiting for your response.
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[[Give Lianne the information on where Mari lives|Admin Desk Complaint Mari Betrayal][if($submission >= -90){$submission -= 10;}else{$submission = -100;}; $ggp += 3000; $mariRemoved = true; $mariEnding = 5; $mariQuestComplete = true]]
[[Back out of betraying Mari|Admin Desk Complaint]]Committing yourself to the choice of informing on Mari, you tell the administrator, <span class="player">"Okay, I’ll do it, I’ll inform on Mari"</span>, waiting for her response.
Shrugging once more, turning towards her tablet computer for a second, Lianne eventually turns back to you, smiling her usual predatory grin, asking, <span class="female">"Okey-dokey. So, what would you like to tell us about that poor sweet pick-pocketing urchin?"</span>.
In too far with it all now, you tell her everything. Starting with tattling on her pick-pocketing endeavours and the fact that she doesn’t seem to be legally in facility, you go into exact detail to explain to her the location of Mari’s secluded and well-hidden vent home. Internally you feel a few twinges of regret for doing something so heinous, but, when so many points are on offer for doing practically nothing, you can’t help but go along with it. Additionally, it’s not like Mari was innocent in all this, she’s obviously been robbing people for a while.
Eventually, finished with your exposition, Lianne holds up a finger to silence you, <span class="female">"The team I sent out five minutes ago has apprehended that lovable scamp, and they’re now wrangling her for more appropriate individuals to deal with. It seems like all your information was correct, not that we didn’t have it all already, but an official witness statement is just that. I’ll have your ill-gotten gains transferred to you post-haste. That poor poor girl"</span>, the admin hamming up her statements about your perceived misdeeds once more.
A nearby dinging sound, accompanied by a familiar monotone voice announces, <span class="neutral">"Trainee $firstName has been awarded 3000 G.G.P for, snitching on a poor defenceless orphan, probably in between their usual day jobs of kicking puppies and robbing blind people"</span>, confirming that the transaction is finally complete, albeit in a way that causes you to glare grumpily at the smug woman before you. Still, after all the comments, you can’t help but feel a little bad about what you’ve done, worry about what sort of future you’ve caused Mari running through your mind whether you want it to or not.
<span class="player">"What’s going to happen to her? "</span>, you ask in a small voice, gulping nervously as you do.
Letting you linger for far too long, enjoying watching you stew over the possibilities, Lianne eventually relents. <span class="female">"Oh … well, we do have plans for her. She’s actually remarkably skilled, if not a little socially stunted. If it eases your conscience so overburdened with sin, then I suppose I can tell you. She’s been scouted as talent by one of the higher ups. She’s a real go getter that Mari, takes some skill to find a hiding place like that, steal that much from guests over the years, even just evading the guards looking like she does. They’ll probably fast track her to the junior management program with the alternate offer to sell her off as a slave at a more private auction. There’s a big market for corporate spies and people with the right sort of burglary skills, she’ll be well taken care of either way"</span>.
<span class="female">"Though, it does feel almost a little sad given her situation. You know, we even had a pool going on in the admin department over how things were going to turn out for her. You’ve lost me money today, but that’s okay because I already took it back out of your 5000 point reward … of course, I mean I’ve completely left untouched your 3000 point reward. Anyway, a real tear jerker her story. Suckered in with a legitimate job prospect, then robbed of her ID papers and left to rot within these walls. Probably was some politicians kid being bailed out of here at her expense. Heck, at that point you’re lucky to end up on the trainee program, but she showed some real gumption, it’ll be a shame to see her antics come to an end"</span>, the bespectacled administrator explains, the way she speaks making it hard to figure out whether to believe the story she’s spinning you. Though, she does sound almost wistful by the end, so maybe she is being genuine, or at least as genuine as she can muster.
Deciding not to press matters any further after everything you’ve just heard, you return to your [[conversation with Lianne about making official complaints|Admin Desk Complaint]].<<if $mariFriendship >= 4 && !$mariQuestStarted>><<include [[Industrial Hub Mari Quest Start]]>><<elseif visited("ABDL Job Main") && !$mariABDL>><<include [[Industrial Hub ABDL First Time Hang Out With Mari]]>><<elseif $mariABDL>><<include [[Industrial Hub ABDL Hang Out With Mari]]>><<else>>Telling Mari that you’d like to hang out with her for a while, she waves a small excited wave at you before becoming her normal sheepish self again, retreating back into herself. Sitting next to you, she seems to be in thought for a second before quickly scurrying off to a set of cardboard boxes and plastic packaging, returning soon with a smaller cardboard box. Letting you look inside it, you find the package filled to the brim with candy, snack bars, juice boxes, soda cans and other assorted snacks, all of which seem to have been randomly thrown in by your grimy host.
Offering them up to you, seemingly happy for you take whatever you desire, Mari watches on with wide eyes expectantly as you take out a bag of salted potato snacks and a soda, the label of which is in a language you’ve never even seen before. Glad that you’ve accepted her hospitality, Mari picks out some snacks for herself, preferring a juice box and an energy bar. Eating your snack food next to each other, watching the television, it’s kind of nice to just relax and do something normal with a friend, even if the setting for your hang out session is anything but normal. Mari even hands you half ruined TV remote, content to let you pick the show, though you make sure to choose one that she also seems interested in.
As you spend some time with her she doesn’t talk much, but seems to thoroughly enjoy your presence, listening to you talk and all the while giving you her undivided attention.
<<if visited() == 1 || visited() >= 4>>You even end up laughing together as a particularly goofy game show comes on, a rerun, but that doesn’t bother you when it’s so zany. It’s nice seeing the otherwise timid girl come out of her shell a bit, seeing her chuckling as people run through an inflatable race course making her seem a lot more like any other girl in her late teens. In fact, In a rare moment of speech, she even asks you about what girls are wearing outside of the facility these days, the comment coming out quietly, likely caused by her being a little self-conscious about her looks, but she soon perks up when you start explaining what you know of the topic. In fact, you get the sneaking suspicion that she might even be taking notes on the matter from you.<<elseif visited() == 2>>Talking about your various interests, the usually silent Mari actually speaks, mentioning in a very quiet voice the word, <span class="female">"Ponies"</span>. Watching her happily, waiting patiently for her to explain further, she eventually manages to add, <span class="female">"They’re pretty. I want one"</span>, her statement said in an extremely self-conscious tone. Smiling warmly, glad that she shared that, you flick through the TV channels, eventually coming upon an equestrian competition that’s being broadcast live. A normal one that is, not the sort of ‘ponies’ you might find down on the fetish floor. Seeing her eyes light up in turn, you decide to watch this with her, Mari having been accommodating enough so far for you to indulge her in this. It soon seems like that’s the right decision, as she is riveted to the screen, even talking a little, though more to herself than anyone.<<elseif visited() == 3>>Sitting around, Mari bringing over another snack box, this one fully of brightly coloured candy, you can’t help but wonder where she gets all of this stuff. She likely buys it or steals it, but given her unwashed state, you have to question who would sell all these things to her. And so, you do. Mari in turn looks a little confused for a moment, but she eventually answers you with a quiet, <span class="female">"They give it me"</span>. Even more intrigued now, you push her for more information, to which she adds, <span class="female">"People are nice, especially down here. They give me stuff. I try to help them out too when I can"</span>, her tone conveying just how sincere she’s being. You’re surprised, but it’s nice to hear that there are people trying to help her, the new information putting the sweaty industrial floor and its residents in a whole new light.<</if>><</if>>
However, after a little while, you realise that you probably need to do something more productive. Getting up from your spot on the floor you [[go back to talking to Mari|Industrial Hub Spend Time With Mari]].Figuring that maybe learning how to steal from people in public places might be good idea, you ask Mari in the sweetest voice you can manage, <span class="player">"Hey Mari. You’re so good at that whole pick-pocketing thing, you don’t think you could help me out by giving me some tips about it? I just want to make it as risk free as possible"</span>.
Looking up from her spot swaddled in rags and blankets on the floor, Mari seems <<if $mariABDL>>a little torn, her expression showing that she’s clearly worried about you doing something so risky. In a voice much more normal in volume than normal, she clearly states, <span class="female">"No, you’re too little"</span>, shaking her head from side to side dramatically.
Deciding to press the matter a little further, you add, <span class="player">"Please? It’d be riskier to go out there without the proper training"</span>, your persuasive words seemingly making Mari reconsider.
<span class="female">"Okay, but it’s dangerous. You have to run … really fast if anything bad starts"</span>, the worry still evident in her eyes, even though she’s conceding to help train you.<<else>>happy to help you, if not a little worried, stating, <span class="female">"Okay, but you gotta try and be safe. Okay?"</span>, to which you respond by nodding eagerly, glad to have convinced her to offer her aid.<</if>>
<<if visited() <= 1>>You’re not really sure how she’s going to train you, but when she starts flipping through TV channels you begin to suspect that she intends to train you later. However, to your surprise, out of seemingly nowhere she points at the screen, saying just, <span class="female">"Him"</span>. Having not been paying attention, you don’t catch what she’s pointing at, nor the purpose, instead sitting their confused and stunned.
Eventually you interject, though only after Mari has pointed at the screen twice more in a similar style, still flicking through the channels. It takes a bit to get the full story of what’s going on out of her, the way she speaks not helping matters, but, in the end you figure out what she’s doing. It seems, that whenever she spots someone who she thinks is an easy target she announces them, slowly helping you to paint a picture of just what sorts of people are the easiest to pick-pocket. It’s unconventional to say the least, but you can’t help but think that it seems a useful talent for her to teach you.<<else>>You’re curious how she’s going to train you this time, but when she starts flipping through TV channels again you begin to suspect that she intends to train you the same way as last time. Your suspicions confirmed when she points at the screen, calling out in a quiet voice, <span class="female">"Him"</span>, you watch on, trying to figure out why he’d be a good target. Slowly helped to paint a picture of just what sorts of people are the easiest to pick-pocket, you’re now being able to more easily spot them before she calls them out, specific traits cluing you into who you should target to be safe. It’s unconventional to say the least, but you can’t help but think that it seems a useful talent for her to teach you.<</if>>
That part done, she also shows you a few more general skills, things like how to sneak around or take things quietly. She does it all in her vent home, the short ceiling making it a little difficult for her to explain everything, but you are getting an idea of the various techniques at least. Mari is quiet as ever, however she seems to be doing her best to train you, helping guide your hands and feet positioning in the various tasks through a variety of pokes and prods.
<<if $mariTraining == 0>><<set $pickPocketingTrait = true>>In the end though, Mari calls a stop to things, looking at you with a remarkably cheery grin. <span class="female">"All learnt now"</span>, the small girl announces, scurrying over to her snack pile to bring you both back a drink to rehydrate with.
A little unsure, you ask in return, <span class="player">"I’ve really learnt everything I need to know about pick-pocketing?"</span>, slightly worried that you haven’t learned a whole lot really.
<span class="female">"Yes. Know what good targets look like. How to sneak. To run if it goes bad. That’s everything"</span>, her shrug not entirely filling you full of confidence. But, from the way she says it so nonchalantly, you do get the impression that she’s being honest, Mari truly believing that you’ve not learned all that she can teach you about stealing from people. Most of all, imparting to you the importance of fleeing at the first sign things don’t seem to be working out, along with picking people that won’t catch you and cause those problems in the first place. Looking over your sessions, brief though they were, you do start to feel more confident in your pick-pocketing abilities, even if they aren’t perfect, yet.<<else>>Eventually though, Mari calls a stop to the proceedings. Probably more out of her own tiredness than anything, if her yawns are anything to go by that is. Still, she’s complimentary about your progress, announcing in her usual quiet tone, <span class="female">"Good. Still too dangerous. Come back soon"</span>, finding you both something to drink to rehydrate before flopping into a particularly cushiony pile of assorted pillows and cushions, rolling around until she gets comfortable. It’s adorable, and you can’t help but join her on the blankets, just sitting there with her peacefully.<</if>>
Your pick-pocketing training session now come to an end, you thank Mari thoroughly for her help, especially thankful that she’s done it for you for free. Getting up from your spot on the floor and stretching out your arms, you [[go back to talking to Mari|Industrial Hub Spend Time With Mari]].Telling Mari that you’d like to hang out with her for a while, she shuffles closer to you and gives you an affectionate hug before becoming slightly more sheepish again, retreating back into herself. Sitting next to you, she seems to be in thought for a second before quickly scurrying off to a set of cardboard boxes and plastic packaging, returning soon with a smaller cardboard box. Though, before she does, she makies sure that the TV is set to something significantly babyish, obviously an attempt to keep you distracted. Letting you look inside it as she seats herself back next to you, you find the package filled to the brim with candy, snack bars, juice boxes, soda cans and other assorted snacks, all of which seem to have been randomly thrown in by your grimy host.
Gesturing for you to wait, Mari rummages through it, displacing candy bars and soda cans, searching for something specific with all her concentration. Eventually pulling back from her search, placing the box down beside her on the opposite side to you, she holds in her hands an assemble able children’s lunch kit. Glancing at it as best you can from your position, you can just about spot that it’s the type that comes with crackers, processed cheeses, processed meat slices and a few extra treats, most of them shaped like cartoon dogs and bears.
Of course, the embarrassingly childish snack pack is intended for you, your host even going as far as to open it up and make the first one for you, slowly showing you just how to put them together with a warm grin. Not wanting to upset her, the smell of the cheese and crackers actually pretty appetising, you let her put it in your lap, slowly eating your way through it as you go back to staring at the television screen. Distracted as you are, it’s no wonder that manage to drop crumbs all over your chest and lap, Mari dutifully helping to clean you up with a damp rag before you even realize what’s happening.
Waiting until you’re finished before she disposes of the plastic wrapper, the dishevelled girl brings back with her another cardboard box, this one labelled as, <span class="neutral">"Toys"</span>, in a slightly wonky handwriting. Placed in front of you by an eager eyed Mari, you pull the lid open, staring down at the remarkably clean, if not a little worn, toys inside. Of particular note, you spot a rather well-loved teddy bear sitting in one corner, making you a little suspicious that maybe Mari might have been using it too.
<span class="female">"I got these for you. You need good things to play with. I’m being a good friend?"</span>, the petite woman asks, obviously having put a lot of effort into doing this for you given her status and that the facility doesn’t really cater to these sorts of items.
Not wanting to hurt her feelings, and finding the gesture incredibly sweet, you nod in agreement, quietly telling her, <span class="player">"Thank you Mari"</span>, pulling out a colouring book and the bear to play with, to which Mari seems incredibly happy, albeit in a shy way.
The colouring book it turns out is in fact based on one of the cartoons you’ve been watching, a collection of assorted coloured; pens, pencils, crayons and anything else she could find that looked like it could work for such tasks, also supplied in the toy box. It’s fun, regardless of how you felt when you started. Cartoons, snacks, colouring, juice boxes, and most of all a friend who cares about you so much that she would go this far to try and make you happy. Whilst Mari doesn’t join in with you in your play, she’s content to sit beside you, listening to what you have to say in that quiet caring manner you’ve come to expect of her, though she does say a word here or there, trying her best to join into the conversation.<<set $mariABDL = true>>Asking Mari if it’d be okay to hang out with her for a while, she nods enthusiastically at you before becoming her normal sheepish self again, retreating back into herself. Sitting next to you, she hands you the decaying TV controller before quickly scurrying off to a set of cardboard boxes and plastic packaging, returning soon with a smaller cardboard box. Flicking around the channels absentmindedly, you look inside package to find it filled to the brim with candy, snack bars, juice boxes, soda cans and other assorted snacks, all of which seem to have been randomly thrown in by your grimy host.
Beginning to offer them up to you, seemingly happy for you take whatever you desire, Mari suddenly gets very distracted, pointing behind you in the direction of the television. Her gaze darting back and forth between you and whatever is happening, she mumbles in a confused tone, <span class="female"> "You’re on TV $firstName?"</span>, everything about the situation giving you the distinct impression that she doesn’t know how to react.
Turning, you spot the culprit of your current issue, the television in your random clicking having turned onto the ‘Little Land Nursery Show’. Blushing from head to toe at the scene unfolding before you, images of you prancing around the diaper-themed amusement park and talking to the Fluffy-Snuffy-Kin filling the screen. It seems that the show is showing highlights of your introduction, you excitement clear as day as you interact with all the distinctly childish tasks put before you, all to a clapping, laughing and cheering studio audience.
Moving towards the TV, trying to block her vision of the offending material, not sure how she’ll take it, you try to bluff, <span class="player">"You don’t understand, it’s not like that. I did it as a goof. You know, like on a dare. It was an accident really. I didn’t get a say, so … you know, I get it, lets all have a quick laugh at me looking silly on TV and move on"</span>, your rambling babble not doing much to persuade the socially awkward vent dweller.
Instead, Mari just sits there quietly for the best part of a minute, trying to process a response but not fully equipped with the know-how to do so. However, she eventually looks at you with a warm expression, her eyes seeming bigger than normal as she looks at you sympathetically. <span class="female">"$firstName friend"</span>, she starts, causing you to nod along hopefully, <span class="female">"But I’ve been a bad friend. You like that stuff, and I’ve been giving you my stuff"</span>, she continues to say, her explanation muddled but filled with emotion.
<span class="female">"Sorry. I’ll try to look after you better now. We can watch cartoons instead"</span>, the worry that she’s offended you by how she’s treated you up to now obvious on her face. Of course, that does little to dissuade to twisting sensation in your stomach that this is about to get even more embarrassing.
Remembering that she’s holding the box of snacks that she was offering you, she looks down at it, clearly trying to find something specific. You go to take a can of some weirdly labelled soda, wanting to diffuse the tension, but Mari blocks your hand, shaking her head, <span class="female">"That’s big <<if $pronoun == 1>>girl<<elseif $pronoun == 2>>boy<<elseif $pronoun == 3>>person<<elseif $vagina>>girl<<elseif $penis>>boy<</if>> drink. Will make your tummy sore"</span>, leaving no room for disagreement in her statement.
Watching on, you see her locate a juice box, even going so far as to put the straw in, all the while looking at you. When she reaches out to hand it to you, the possibility that she was getting it for herself fades in your mind, the humiliation of the situation only made worse in that she didn’t think you capable to even put your own straw in. Taking it reluctantly, you tell her, <span class="player">"Mari, it’s okay, you really don’t need to. I drink soda all the time, and I can put the straw in too. Can we just go back to normal"</span>, feeling a little out of balance from the surprise of seeing your TV show appearance with a friend.
But, Mari doesn’t seem to be listening at this point, instead going over to the TV and changing it to an extremely brightly coloured and babyish cartoon, watching you expectantly with such a warm grin that you can’t help but go along with it for now, not wanting to upset her kind hospitality. After all, it’s obvious that she’s only doing all of this because she thinks she’s upset you and needs to make up for it. Maybe she’ll even go back to how she was before with you after she’s gotten it out of her system, you think to yourself, slurping at the sweet berry juice.
That said, as time goes by and she keeps fawning over you, making sure that you’re properly fed, hydrated and entertained, you get the sinking feeling that things will never be the same again between you two.<<set $mariQuestStarted = true>>Telling Mari, <span class="player">"Would it be okay for us to hang out a bit together now?"</span>, not expecting her to turn down the offer, you’re surprised at her response. Indeed, instead of the usual enthusiastic nods and smiles you’re used to, she’s just sat there staring at the television, distracted and possible a little sad from what you can tell of her grimy facial expressions<<if $mariABDL>>, whatever the case, it’s a far difference from the caring diligent Mari who gets you juice boxes and lets you watch cartoons<</if>>.
Giving her a moment, she still doesn’t answer, only becoming more despondent as time goes on. Wanting to help her, you try and locate the source of her discomfort, homing in on the show that she’s currently transfixed with. Finding it to be an advert for a woodland holiday park, filled with horse riding and family picnics, you’re not sure if it’s the problem or something else, but you still decided the best choice for now is to turn it off, hoping that doing so might calm Mari down from her now quiet sobs.
<<if $mariABDL>>Not sure what to say you just give her a big hug to help cheer her up. Beginning to stir from her fugue, Mari looks at you apologetically, saying, <span class="female">"Sorry. I’m supposed to look out for you. I’ll get you juice"</span>. Despite the fact that she still has tear tracks running down her cheeks, it seems like your caring friend is still putting your needs ahead of her own, genuinely mortified that she failed in her perceived duties.
<span class="player">"It’s okay Mari, I’ve still got some juice"</span>, you say sympathetically, holding up your half-full box of juice, <span class="player">"But, you seemed really upset back there. Is there anything I can do to help you?"</span>.<<else>><span class="player">"Hey, erm, Mari. You seem upset, is there anything I can do?"</span>, you say, looking at her sympathetically. She doesn’t seem completely convinced, staying quiet at first, but regardless you decide to press the issue, adding, <span class="player">"I’m worried about you Mari, and I want to help if I can. So, please, tell me what’s the problem so I can try"</span>, the extra comments seeming to make some impact at least.<</if>>
Not wanting to burden you with the issue, the grimy girl tries to wave you off, but when you don’t relent, looking at her with pleading eyes, she answers quietly, <span class="female">"Advert made me upset"</span>, leaving a bated pause before continuing, <span class="female">"It’s outside. And, it’s nice. And, everyone seems happy"</span>.
Unable to be entirely sure the reason for her outburst, but pretty confident that it might be how she’s stuck inside the facility, you think back to your previous conversations with the vent dweller. Strangely, you don’t think that she’s ever commented on how she ended up here or why she can’t leave, though, given how little she usually says that maybe isn’t so strange after all. On that note, you resolve to get to the bottom of this, enquiring in a gentle tone, <span class="player">"So … Mari. I don’t think it’s ever come up before but, um, how did you end up here? I mean, in the facility"</span>.
<span class="female">"Tricked"</span>, she answers nervously, not looking you in the eyes, <span class="female">"A bad man offered me a job. Then stole my ID. My online accounts are gone too"</span>, tears beginning to start back up as she answers your query.
<span class ="player">"Who? Maybe I can report him, or make a deal to get you your identity back. There’s got to be some way out of this, especially if I help out"</span>, you reply supportively, giving her the sort of look that you hope will cheer her back up.
It works a bit, but she’s still not sure, at least as much as you can tell. <span class="female">"He’ll do bad things to you too. I don’t want you getting hurt by him"</span>, she warns, finally faltering as she explains, <span class="female">"He sold it and left. The man who bought it is called Tony Bosco. I think he sold it on too"</span>, sounding thoroughly defeated after that last pronouncement.
Still, regardless of what Mari thinks, you’ve still got yourself a couple of leads. After your experience with pick-pocketing, you know that most people can be bought around here, so chances are there might be some way to buy her out of her predicament. The question is, if you do try and help, who would be the best person to talk to about this? After all, Tony B isn’t going to want to hand over her identity without something in return, if he has it at all. Meanwhile, the security in the facility could possibly help out, but only if they think there’s something in it for them, and if they suspect that you’re helping a fugitive within the facilities very walls, then they may just turn on you instead. Either way, there are options at least if you want to try and help your dishevelled friend.
Doing your best to comfort her, you tell her, <span class="player">"I’ll check around, if I hear anything helpful I’ll try my best"</span>, wanting to give her some comfort without raising her hopes needlessly, her eyes going wide at your announcement.
<<if $mariABDL>><span class="female">"No, you can’t risk yourself</span>, she cries in anguish, <span class="female">"You’re too little. You’ll get hurt. I have to protect you"</span>. All the while you can feel the tension in the air, Mari clear in her stance that she sees you as too childish to risk doing something like this. However, remembering the image of her face red and puffy with tears, it still might be worth it to help her.<<else>><span class="female">"Okay"</span>, she answers, subdued, <span class="female">"But, don’t take risks. Please"</span>, her concern for you palpable. However, after seeing the image of her red faced and in tears, it still might be worth helping her even if a few risks are involved.<</if>>
For now though, you both just settle back into your normal routine of snacks, TV and light conversation for a little while.<<set $alfonsiQuestGiven = true>>Making your way a inside, you’re about to be greeted by Villin, the violet haired bunny-girl waitress, but, just before she reaches you, the balding elderly owner of the establishment whispers something in her ear, causing her to wander over to the kitchens. Walking over to meet you instead, Mr Alfonsi, in his flour dusted apron smiles at you a greeting, announcing, <span class="male">"Hello there. I’m sorry for the delay in you being seated, but I had a small proposition for you. There’s no pressure, just an offer if you’ve got time"</span>.
Curious, you let him lead you over to a shadowy table in the corner, taking a seat. Likewise, the chef and owner of the restaurant, Mr Alfonsi, does the same, albeit sitting on it backward, straddling the seat whilst resting his arms on the backboard. <span class="male">"Ahhh. You kids won’t be able to appreciate how good it feels to sit down after a long day’s work when you’re old, but it’s the greatest. Anyhow, I apologize for taking time out of you day to yap at you, but I do have something that I thought you might be interested in. You see, strange as it might sound, I need someone who’s willing to taste test some of my new dishes. Thought you might be up for the challenge"</span>.
Curious to hear more, but guessing there must be a catch, you ask, <span class="player">"Thank you for the offer, but if it’s not a problem to ask, what’s the catch?"</span>, trying to not sound accusatory as you pump him for more information.
<span class="male">"Well, some of my produce is … unsual"</span>, he starts, pawing at his greying and balding hair, <span class="male">"Look, I spotted you as one of those trainee program kids. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not into giving you all a hard time like some around here or nothing. Just, I thought you might be tight for cash, plus you have a weird body chemistry too. You see, my Villin used to be one of you, and she’s had more minor reactions to the stuff, so I don’t want her to test it. Meanwhile, I don’t really want to sell anything to customers that might do weird stuff to them. Might only do it to trainees, but I’d still feel like an ass. So, if you were willing to help an old man out with this, then I’d be more than willing to give you a good payment"</span>.
With all his cards on the table now, so to speak, you wonder to yourself just how bad this could all be. Still, Mr Alfonsi seems a nice and rather genuine sort of guy. You certainly don’t get the impression he’s trying to trick you in any way. Wanting to hear more, you press on, <span class="player">"I’m still not completely sure, but if I did what sort of pay could I expect?"</span>.
Nodding along, happy to hear your interest, Mr Alfonsi replies, <span class="male">"So, I’ve got some points stored up from customers. I can never figure out the whole exchange rate thing on them, so you can have those if you want. Otherwise, I can hook you up with a discount card for meals here, give you a good rate on them too, best prices in the center and best food too if I say so myself"</span>, the older man chortling at his last statement, <span class="male">"Anyway’s, I’ve got work to do, but if you’re interested tell Villin anytime and we’ll sort it all out. I’ll let you pick from my shortlist, you test four dishes and you get the pay. Hope you give it a shot, but until then have a great meal"</span>.
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And, on that note Mr Alfonsi departs, turning the chair back around the right way before he does so. Not long after, grabbing a menu along the way, Villin returns, with a cheery grin on her face, <span class="female">"Hello again $firstName, and welcome back to Restaurant Alfonsi! Sorry about the interruption, but I hope Mr Alfonsi wasn’t too … full on with you, he can get a little … boisterous sometimes. But, um … I’m Villin, and I’ll be your waiter today. We have a daily specials board that I’ll grab for you in a second. Mr Alfonsi makes a lot of really nice traditional dishes, along with a great dessert selection, so I’m sure there should be something that catches your fancy. In terms of payment, we accept facility points as well as cash and staff reward coupons. We also provide live music at regular intervals. I’ll give you some time to look over the menu before I come back to take your order. I can also bring over a pitcher of water if you’d like, free of charge while you try and figure things out"</span>, the bunny-girl trying to cover for any possible faux-pas caused by her boss.
Responding to her a, <span class="player">"Hey Villin. Thanks, that all sounds great, and don’t worry, Mr Alfonsi was fine"</span>, as you take the opportunity to look over what’s on offer, you watch on as Villin sags a little, taking a deep breath of relief.<<set $alfonsiQuestGiven = true>>Telling Villin, <span class="player">"Can you please get Mr Alfonsi for me? He asked me to talk to him if I wanted a bit of a job"</span>, you decide to take Mr Alfonsi up on his offer, the prospect of taste-testing some dishes and getting paid at the same time too appealing to turn down.
With a small giggle, the violet-haired bunny-girl winks at you, her tone jovial and upbeat yet still quieter than you’d expect from most people, <span class="female">"You planning on stealing my job, or will I have some company washing dishes after work"</span>.
Her good spirits infectious, you say to her as she leaves on her task, <span class="player">"Not this time. Just a one off thing for him. Your jobs safe … for now"</span>, both of you having a quiet laugh over the joke.
It doesn’t take long for Villin to disappear into the kitchens, the aging Mr Alfonsi bursting back through the swinging door soon afterwards with gusto and bravado combined. It seems like everyone is cheery today, though with such delicious smells and lovely ambience around, you can understand why the both of them might be so happy working here. Still, you’re not left long to think before Mr Alfonsi hurridly shuffles over to you, his arms open as if he’s hugging the air. <span class="male">"Ahhh, there you are. My dear Villin tells me that you’re here to take me up on my offer. If that’s the case, then today is my lucky day indeed"</span>, he chortles, losing his breath mid-way so that it turns into a slight cough.
<span class="player">"Yes, I’m here to help you out with the taste-testing job, if the offers still open that is"</span>, you reply with a smile, the combined scent of so many aromatic dishes really starting to make you feel hungry.
<span class="male">"Good, good!"</span>, the restaurant owner exclaims in return, clapping his hands together for emphasis, <span class="male">"Then I’ll give you the run down on it all and get back in the kitchen to plate it all up for you. I’ve got a lot of recipes that I want to test out, so I hope you’ve brought your appetites with you. Now, some of the ingredients that I’ve acquired in here are slightly … questionable. It’s not like I got them off the back of a truck, but I’ve got limited access to suppliers in here for fresh produce, and some of them are Frankenstein-ed together if you get my meaning. You hear stories, and I don’t want my dishes causing my customers to get ill or grow an extra arm, or anything. So, that’s why I came to you for help. No offense, but you guys on the trainee program are both more susceptible and more easy to treat for these sorts of things. I don’t know the science, that stuff goes way over my old head, but you’re more … malleable than normal people for whatever reason, that’s the short version that I got told anyway"</span>.
<span class="male">"But, I’m not some heartless businessman, this is my career and my passion, not some hunt for big money, I’m not going to give you anything I think could do you bad. You’re doing me a favour on this, and my Villin too. I think I mentioned it before, but she’s an ex-trainee program member, so I always worry about having her around ingredients that could adversely affect her. No, no, that’s probably the biggest part of all this. That’s why I’m willing to pay you big for your efforts. Your choice, either one and a half thousand facility points, or I can give you a half price discount card on all my food forever, which is good money if you’re planning on sticking around"</span>.
Giving you a long stare, the extended eye contact a little unnerving, though it seems like he’s just trying to establish his sincerity in all this, Mr Alfonsi continues, <span class="male">"The plan is, I’ll give you a short-list of some of the new dishes I have planned, then you tell me what you’re feeling sounds good. You test four of my list for me and we’re all good. I’ll find someone else for the others sometime, or make a bigger list of new recipes and call you back. One or the other. I have a few worries about some of the ingredients so I’ll tell you the rumours I’ve heard ahead of time, but for the most part it’s just trying out four dishes and giving me your opinion on them, you know, outside of seeing if they turn you blue with pink polka dots"</span>, another round of stunted laughter bellowing out of the slightly portly man as he amuses himself over his joke.
Slightly nervous, but committed to helping now, you nod, answering, <span class="player">"That sounds fine. So, what’s on the menu?"</span>, the smell of his delicious cooking helping to quickly melt away your worries.
And, on that note, he pulls out a handwritten list of dishes [[which he hands to you|Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Main]].Reading it through, there’s not much there, just a few dishes named and the general ingredients that are used in them. Mr Alfonsi has gone to the effort to highlight which ones could possibly cause an allergic reaction, though you don’t think that given your seemingly boundless health since the treatment, that you have anything to worry about in terms of traditional illnesses. The balding gentleman sticking around to read over your shoulder and offer the advice that he promised he would.<<if !visited("Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Meatballs")>><br><br><span class="neutral">"Spaghetti and meatballs"</span>, reads the first dish on the list, Mr Alfonsi quickly chiming in, <span class="male">"Ahh, yes, my family meatball recipe. I’ve wanted to add it to the menu for a long time, but you just can’t get the quality beef stock for the mince in here. Feh, the owners of this facility pride themselves on the luxury of it all, but then they provide sub-standard ingredients, or everything is in quarantine until it’s no longer fresh, how is a man supposed to work under these conditions"</span>, throwing his hands up dramatically over his plight.
<span class="male">"Then I get approached by a man who works in one of their science labs. He tells me, ‘Mr Alfonsi, we’re making top quality meat, grown in a vat. No animals hurt and we provide whatever meat you want made to order. Big and perfect, more perfect than any best bred livestock’. Well, I laughed at him, but I told him if he could get me sample to test then I’d give it a try. He delivers the stock, it’s top quality like he said, but then he tells me they pump it full of some magic growth hormones to make it get big so quickly. It looks good, but I’ve heard enough rumours about giant food, heard how it can get into people who eat it. Not sure what it’ll do if anything, but I’d appreciate knowing if I can source all my meat from inside this place. It’d certainly be a load of my back"</span>.<</if>><<if !visited("Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Pizza")>><br><br><span class="neutral">"Traditional cheese and tomato pizza with rocket"</span>, is the next option, a smiling Mr Alfonsi explaining, <span class="male">"Now, before you get the wrong idea, I do have pizza on the menu already, but I wanted to try a different cheese supplier as my current one is pretty pricey. Everything else on it is fine, but I’m using a combination of mozzarella and parmesan cheese produced through the center’s dairy. It’s probably fine, but you can never be too careful. It smelled good at the very least, and I’ve sampled it without getting sick or changing. Still, might do something different to a trainee. I’d say it’s probably one of the safest options on the menu really, but you never know what schemes they’re up to around these parts"</span>.<</if>><<if !visited("Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Chicken")>><br><br><span class="neutral">"Pan fried chicken breast in sundried tomatoes"</span>, the menu lists as another choice. <span class="male">"The chicken is fine, we’ve had a good supplier for that for years now. It takes a little while to go through quarantine, but the chicken keeps better than some of the meats. The problem I’m having is with the sundried tomatoes. Maybe it sounds an odd thing to worry about, but there’s a proper way to prepare them, and I just don’t know if the high tech way the facility is producing them is safe. In fact, I’ve had some of the factory staff down on the industrial floor tell me how many of the workers turned red, like a beet, all over their bodies. They say some of them also had vines grow out of their orifices. It sounds terrible, dreadfully terrible. How would you cope with vines coming out of your mouth and ears, let alone down below. I’d love to get some sundried tomatoes, but if the rumours are true it might not be worth the risk for either of us"</span>.<</if>><<if !visited("Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Olive Oil")>><br><br><span class="neutral">"Basket of assorted breads with olive oil and balsamic vinegar"</span>, reads the next item on the list. <span class="male">"It might seem like an odd thing to test, but hear me out first"</span>, starts Mr Alfonsi, hands up in the air, <span class="male">"My bread is fine, fresh baked in my Kitchen twice daily. It comes out piping hot and fluffy as they come. No, my concern is a new olive oil batch I bought. One of the facility admins came and offered me a free crate, extra virgin olive oil by the bucketload. That’s odd enough, they don’t give anything away for nothing, but to send someone down from high up to offer it, no that sets of alarm bells in old Mr Alfonsi’s head. I can’t guess what it might do, but it’s suspicious"</span>.<</if>><<if !visited("Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Horseradish")>><br><br><span class="neutral">"Horseradish baked clams"</span>, you see is the next option on the tester menu. His face going a little pale at this one, Mr Alfonsi explains, <span class="male">"This one I’m especially worried about. I’ve not been able to get a single piece of horseradish since getting here. It’s not a big deal, but it limits some of my options, especially with fish dishes. But, I’ve heard bad things, very bad things about this. It was sold through the official suppliers, but I’ve been told by other restaurants the horror stories. People have horrible reactions to it, I’ve heard people get cloven feet and grow hair all over their bodies. Oh, it’s terrible business. You can try it if you want, but I’m not going to feel sad if you ignore this one"</span>.<</if>><<if !visited("Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Steak")>><br><br><span class="neutral">"Steak with a red wine sauce"</span>, reads the next item on the list, Mr Alfonsi going over the explanation once more, <span class="male">"The steak is not an issue. We sometimes have issues getting good quality fresh meats, but that’s a whole different kettle of fish. No, what I’m testing on this one is the red wine sauce that goes with it. The wine is apparently grown in facility greenhouses somewhere on site. I’m not sure if I trust the idea of wine from a greenhouse rather than a vineyard, but I can likely still use it as a base for sauces. I might even use it in some of the pasta dishes if it proves to be alright. You can never trust these sneaky business types though, so I’d prefer if I got it tested first. I’ve not heard much about it, though I did have one waitress I talked to in a bar tell me that it made her lips swell up. Not sure if that was true or if she was just flirting with me"</span>, a gruff laugh telling you that he considers the last statement in a more joking manner.<</if>><<if !visited("Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Gelato")>><br><br><span class="neutral">"Rainbow Gelato"</span>, reads the subsequent entry, accompanied by another explanation, <span class="male">"Not too much to say about my assortment of Gelato flavours. It’s a top seller, people really love the traditional taste of gelato, myself included. But, I’ve had word from Villin that some of the trainees who come in here have a weird reaction where their hair changes colour. I want to know if Villin can eat it without risk, or if this is all panic for nothing. I get the milk from inside the facility, so it’s possible the food dyes are doing something weird because of it, but I’ve never seen anything myself. It does taste good though"</span>.<</if>><<if !visited("Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Lasagne")>><br><br><span class="neutral">"Vegetable Lasagne"</span>, is the last item on the list, a slightly quiet Mr Alfonsi scratching the bolding spot at the top of his head nervously, <span class="male">"Look, this one is safe. No new ingredients, no complaints, no rumours. It was one of my ma’s old recipes that I found a few months back in one of her old cookbooks. I’ve been trying to get it right, but I’m not sure if I’m doing a crap job at it or just not able to compare it to what my memory of hers was like. Guess I’m just being nostalgic, but I’d appreciate another opinion on it, maybe figure out where I’m going wrong. Personally I prefer a good mince in my lasagne, but ma always cooked it as a vegetable dish, so that’s what I got to do too. But, looking at it the other way, you’ve got one option that you know isn’t going to make you grow a third breast, so you can indulge an old man in this can’t you?"</span>.<</if>>
Your options all laid out, you wonder what would taste the best. You’ve still got <<set _remainingDishes = 5 - visited()>>_remainingDishes dishes left to taste before you’ve finished.
Do you:<<if !visited("Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Meatballs")>><br><br>[[Pick the spaghetti and meatballs|Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Meatballs]]<</if>><<if !visited("Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Pizza")>><br><br>[[Pick the cheese and tomato pizza|Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Pizza]]<</if>><<if !visited("Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Chicken")>><br><br>[[Pick the chicken with sundried tomatoes|Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Chicken]]<</if>><<if !visited("Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Olive Oil")>><br><br>[[Pick the bread basket with olive oil and balsamic vinegar|Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Olive Oil]]<</if>><<if !visited("Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Horseradish")>><br><br>[[Pick the horseradish baked clams|Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Horseradish]]<</if>><<if !visited("Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Steak")>><br><br>[[Pick the steak in red wine sauce|Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Steak]]<</if>><<if !visited("Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Gelato")>><br><br>[[Pick the rainbow gelato|Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Gelato]]<</if>><<if !visited("Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Lasagne")>><br><br>[[Pick the vegetable lasagne|Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Lasagne]]<</if>>Shuffling back to your table with a large contented grin, Mr Alfonsi claps his hands for emphasis, <span class="male">"$firstName! You’ve done me a big favour today. Lots of things tested, lots of new options for me in the kitchen, and for Villin to know what is safe to be around. And, don’t worry, I can get some shmuck to test the rest of them. Anyway, you don’t want to hear me blathering on all day like some senile old man on the porch yell at the kids. No, let’s get down to business. As I told you before, I have two different things I could pay you with depending on which you prefer"</span>.
<span class="male">"Firstly, you could have all the points I have laying around that I haven’t cashed in with the facility. I can never figure out how to get he money for those damn things, so I have Villin run down there once a year or so to do it for me. She has a much better head for that stuff than me, goes way over this man’s head. Got about one and a half thousand of them I think, though I’d have to check for the exact number. I could probably round them off to that, that might be easier. But, yeah, you could have some money to help you out on the day to day if you want. I hear those points go a long way for you trainees, especially if you want to impress people or stick around longer"</span>.
<span class="male">"Or"</span>, he continues, <span class="male">"I could fit you up with one of my amazing discount cards. You get a shiny little card to remember this all by, and a fifty percent discount on all the food you purchase from my establishment. You know, we don’t give out a lot of these, basically only to family, friends and the top executives for the facility, very esteemed company. I often don’t even break even on those sort of meals, that’s the kind of love I’m showing with the card, it’s like I’m making you a family meal"</span>.
Asking him, <span class="player">"Which one would you take if you had to pick?"</span>, curious which one he considers the better deal, you watch him scratch his chin for a moment in contemplation.
<span class="male">"The card I think. Other than it making a great bargaining tool down the line if you need to get into someone’s good graces, which is a valuable commodity around here, if you’re eating regularly then you’ll make a profit on it pretty quickly. But, then again I’m kind of biased. After all, I want to hear you keep praising my cooking, so having a way to keep you coming back for it is in my best interests too. Don’t look at me like that, give an old man his due, flattery over my food is always appreciated and often required"</span>, chuckles the elderly restaurant owner, giving you a happy grin as you contemplate your reward options.
It seems, that you’ve got two choices before you. Firstly, you could take the money. It’s a fair amount of points, and those could cover your expenses for a while, or buy you something big if you wanted it. Either way for an hours work at most you’d be walking away with some serious cash. However, the discount card has its merits too. Other than letting you get cheap high quality food from Mr Alfonsi, a talented chef and a man who seems trustworthy, it also does give you a potent gift to bargain with if you ever need to get a favour from someone important. Either way, it’s probably about time to make a choice.
Do you:
[[Take the points as your reward|Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Money Reward][$ggp += 1500; $alfonsiQuestComplete = true]]
[[Take the discount card as your reward|Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Card Reward][$alfonsiQuestComplete = true]]Selecting the cheese and tomato pizza, seeing the happy grin of the portly restaurant owner grow even wider, Mr Alfonsi quickly shuffles back into the kitchens to make it for you. Stewing over in your worry about what could happen to you, the possibility of some strange effect overcoming you from the pizza a very real possibility given your knowledge of the facility, though he didn’t seem too worried about this one. Still, your wait isn’t long, and the combination of sumptuous smelling food and the generally relaxed atmosphere help keep you relatively calm.
<span class="male">"Here it is. One piping hot stone baked cheese and tomato pizza with rocket, straight out of the oven. It’s a pretty big one, so don’t worry about eating the whole thing, just manage what you can"</span>, smiles the aging man, placing the heated plate of pizza before you.
Looking it all over, the pizza doesn’t seem unusual. The base is a little uneven, as if it spilled out with a mind of its own, and there’s some tomato slices mixed in with the melted cheese and sauce, but other than that it’s just what you’d expect of a pizza. Well, that is other than the fresh chopped rocket leaves sprinkled across the top of it, but they don’t look suspicious at least, especially when your worries surround the origin of the cheese. Overall, it smells delicious, the cheese still slightly bubbling as it’s only just come out of the oven it’s so fresh.
Giving it a moment to cool, you tentatively pick up a slice, wondering in the back of your mind whether in a restaurant you should eat pizza like this or with a knife and fork. Still, as you take your first nibbling bite of it, your taste buds are in heaven, the pizza almost perfect in every way. You can’t place why, but you certainly can appreciate the expertise and care that went into cooking it, the recipe likely a long held family secret. What’s more, even as you finish off your first slice, moving onto the next, you’re yet to see a single consequence of eating it, the mild concerns about the cheese seemingly unfounded, much to your relief. It’s also about this time that Mr Alfonsi returns.
Seeing him return, you tell Mr Alfonsi, <span class="player">"It doesn’t seem to have done anything to me, and it’s really tasty"</span>, the older man nodding along happily to your pronouncement.
Chortling a little he responds, <span class="male">"Good, good. If there’s nothing wrong with it then I can get away with using cheese from the dairy without worry. That means I get to use the pizza oven a whole lot more, which makes me happy. Now that I know I’ll try and get the pizza up on the menu"</span>.
Letting you finish up however much you want to, he quickly busses your plate when you’re done, <<if visited("Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Main") == 4>>telling you [[he’ll be out to pay you in a second|Restaurant Alfonsi Quest End]]<<else>>[[he’ll be out to hear your next choice in a second|Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Main]]<</if>>.Selecting the pan fried chicken breast in sundried tomatoes, seeing the happy grin of the portly restaurant owner droop slightly, Mr Alfonsi quickly shuffles back into the kitchens to make it for you. Stewing over in your worry about what could happen to you, the possibility of some strange effect overcoming you from the sundried tomatoes a very real possibility given your knowledge of the facility, especially after the rumours that Mr Alfonsi mentioned. Still, your wait isn’t long, and the combination of sumptuous smelling food and the generally relaxed atmosphere help keep you relatively calm.
<span class="male">"Hey … um, here it is. You know, you don’t have to eat this one if you don’t want to. Having plants growing out of … places, doesn’t sound good. I mean, I want them tested, but that just sounds bad. Guess if you’re up for the risk though it does smell good. Made sure to do all my best work on it, so if it goes wrong as least it’ll be a good meal still"</span>, smiles the aging man slightly nervously, placing the dish of chicken and sundried tomatoes before you.
Looking the meal over, the chicken doesn’t seem unusual, although you’re unsure if you’d know what to look for really if it was. It looks nicely cooked, with a relatively thin sauce that’s full of the worrisome sundried tomatoes. Along with the chicken that you expected, you also spot some new potatoes and asparagus tips, likely to fill the dish out so it feels more complete. Overall, it smells delicious, though again, there’s not much you’ve seen in the restaurant that doesn’t.
Poking at the sundried tomatoes with your fork, you half expect them to shoot out tendrils of plant matter, however, the just sit there as they were, red and delicious smelling. Still not ready to trust them, you slowly work your way around everything else, eating the potatoes and the asparagus tips, not really considering in the moment that they’re all sitting in the sundried tomato sauce, meaning that eating them would likely contaminate you all the same. Finally deciding to bite the bullet and give the chicken a try, you cut off a sizable chunk, scooping up one of the shrivelled tomatoes along with it, the delectable balsamic aroma helps slightly sooth your concerns, taking your attention off your impending doom just long enough for you to stuff it in your mouth.
Chewing it as fast as you can, swallowing it down so fast you worry you might choke instead of whatever other dangers there, you wait for it to do something freaky to you.
…
Nothing happens. Even after waiting a whole minute with bated breath nothing has happened yet. You’re almost disappointed after all the warnings you received, though relief that you’ve managed to avoid disaster helps mollify any disappointment you might feel. Well, that and how great the food is, the vinegar flavour matched with the savoury chicken and delicious tomatoey base all combine together wonderfully, making your stomach feel warm and comforted. That’s about when Mr Alfonsi arrives.
Seeing him return, you tell Mr Alfonsi, <span class="player">"It’s tasty but … urgh … I think something is happening"</span>, doing your best to fake having some sort of bad reaction, the sounds you start making likely wouldn’t feel out of place in a zombie film.
Going completely pale, the aging restaurant owner, turns to run, calling out in panic over his shoulder, <span class="male">"The rumours were true! Please don’t turn me into a plant monster!"</span>.
Laughing, you know that you should probably say something before this gets out of hand, the poor man truly seeming to believe your hokey acting. <span class="player">"No, I’m really fine. I just wanted to get back at you after all those comments about vines and … places. It seems like someone was pulling a prank on you when they told you those rumours. I can’t see it doing anything and it tastes great"</span>, you respond, hoping that the apologetic face you’re pulling will be enough to make him feel better.
<span class="male">"Okay, okay, you got me. Pulling such a mean prank on an old man, how terrible of you. Fair is fair though, I shouldn’t have fallen for those crazy rumours in the first place. You spend enough time around here, they start to sound less kooky. Glad to hear it tastes good though, that means I’m safe to get myself all the sundried tomatoes I want. So many new options in the kitchen"</span>, he says, the older man seemingly haven forgiven you.
Letting you finish up however much you want to, he quickly busses your plate when you’re done, <<if visited("Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Main") == 4>>telling you [[he’ll be out to pay you in a second|Restaurant Alfonsi Quest End]]<<else>>[[he’ll be out to hear your next choice in a second|Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Main]]<</if>>.Selecting the steak, seeing the happy grin of the portly restaurant owner grow even wider, Mr Alfonsi quickly shuffles back into the kitchens to make it for you. Stewing over in your worry about what could happen to you, the possibility of some strange effect overcoming you from the pizza a very real possibility given your knowledge of the facility, though your lips maybe getting a little thicker doesn’t sound too bad a risk to take. Heck, swollen lips might just be an allergic reaction. Still, your wait isn’t long, and the combination of sumptuous smelling food and the generally relaxed atmosphere help keep you calm.
<span class="male">"Here you go. I wasn’t sure how you best like your steak, but overcooking such a nice piece of meat would be a sin, so I did it medium-rare. It’s not bloody, but there should be a lot of flavour still. It’s a 10 ounce fillet cut, accompanied with seasonal vegetables and new potatoes. I thought about going with dauphinoise potatoes, but they’re more of an acquired taste, they also doing go particularly well with the red-wine that you’re testing. As for the red-wine sauce itself there’s not a lot for me to mention. I’ve included it in a small serving jug, put on as much as you want, though I’d certainly prefer if you did use it given that it’s the thing you’re testing for me. I’m not sure how good a red it is, but it probably doesn’t matter as it’s just being used as a sauce base, it’s more about whether it has any side effects. Anyway, enjoy"</span>, smiles the aging man, placing the plated large steak in front of you.
Glancing at the steak and extra’s it all seems rather normal. The steak itself relatively big and thick, the meaty scent both tantalizing and instantly able to impress upon you the skill of Mr Alfonsi as a chef. The potatoes and vegetables also look fine, though in truth you’re not sure if you can really go too much wrong with basics like those. The only item that raises your suspicions is the aforementioned red wine sauce, however, even that doesn’t look or smell out of the ordinary, just a relatively thin liquid in a little white container sitting on the edge of your plate, waiting to be used.
Giving it a moment to stoke yourself up, you decide to dive right into it, pouring the sauce onto the steak. Picking up the steak knife you’ve thankfully been left, you carve off a small bite, the pink insides of the fillet looking positively delicious. Closing your eyes, you jam it into your mouth, chewing so quickly you barely taste it, not wanting to sit in anymore anticipation of it possibly going wrong. Swallowing it, shaking slightly, you hold your hand up to your face, touching your <<checkLips>> lips, a sinking feeling in your chest making your adrenaline surge as you discover if anything has happened..
However, it seems like despite the rumours nothing has changed. Still not sure if maybe the wine could have a delayed reaction, you don’t let down your defences just yet, but you’re certainly feeling much more calm about everything. Calm enough that you can really start savouring the delicious meat cut, enjoying the slightly fruity alcoholic tone the red-wine gives it. But, when you’ve made it through a few more bites and nothing has changed, you really start to relax into it all, luxuriating in the expensive dish that’s been served to you. That’s about when Mr Alfonsi returns.
Seeing him return, you tell Mr Alfonsi, <span class="player">"It’s amazing, and my lips are all fine, no problems with this one"</span>, the older man nodding along happily to your pronouncement.
Chortling a little he responds, <span class="male">"Good, good. I’m glad your mouth didn’t swell up like a balloon, it would make it difficult for you to eat my cooking. It seems the drunk waitress must have been imagining things, or maybe just making excuses for her over-pumped lips. Regardless, this is excellent news, now I can start using the in-facility red wine in my cooking. You don’t know how much it has pained me having to decide between pouring quality wine into the cooking or avoid it at all. Oh so much fine red I’ll be able to acquire"</span>.
Letting you finish up however much you want to, he quickly busses your plate when you’re done, <<if visited("Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Main") == 4>>telling you [[he’ll be out to pay you in a second|Restaurant Alfonsi Quest End]]<<else>>[[he’ll be out to hear your next choice in a second|Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Main]]<</if>>.<<addToMidShelf "Restaurant Alfonsi ‘meatballs’ photo">>Selecting the spaghetti and meatballs, seeing the happy grin of the portly restaurant owner grow even wider, Mr Alfonsi quickly shuffles back into the kitchens to make it for you. Stewing over in your worry about what could happen to you, the possibility of some strange effect overcoming you from meatballs a very real risk given your knowledge of the facility and its many traps and tricks. Still, your wait isn’t long, and the combination of sumptuous smelling food and the generally relaxed atmosphere help keep you relatively calm.
<span class="male">"Here you go. One portion of spaghetti and meatballs, just like my ma used to make. Hope you enjoy it"</span>, chortles the aging man, placing the heaping portion of spaghetti and meatballs before you, breaking you out of your thoughts.
Looking it all over, the dish doesn’t seem unusual. There’s spaghetti, of course, some small tomato chunks within the sauce, and a fresh scattering of parmesan topping it all off. The one thing that truly stands out is the meatballs, huge hunks of seared mince and herbs, maybe as big as your fist and there’s multiple of them. But, like everything you’ve seen put in front of customers at the Restaurant Alfonsi, it smells delicious, causing you to not hesitate a moment before tucking in.
Starting with the spaghetti, getting a nice few strands wound around your fork it lovely, salty and tangy, a hint of possibly red wine and balsamic in the sauce base, though you can’t say for sure. That said, you know deep down that you’re only stalling in truth, resisting eating the suspiciously large meatballs. The thought of them being grown in a vat is just too weird, even if the prospect of meat without any animals getting hurt is kind of cool. Still, that’s what you’re being paid for, so you tentatively pry off a lump of meatball, spearing it on the end of your fork before finally bringing it to your mouth. It’s also about this time that Mr Alfonsi returns.
It does taste nice despite your concerns, though almost immediately you start to get a strange overfullness in your chest, an odd warmth accompanying it. Wondering if it’s giving you heartburn, you gave up to realize that Mr Alfonsi is aiming an old instant camera at you, his expression telling you that he’s extremely excited. <span class="male">"You’re the first person who’s tasted my families special meatball recipe for a good couple of decades now. I wanted to catch the moment for later, so I can show off how delicious they are. You certainly look like you’re enjoying them"</span>.
He’s not wrong, the meatballs and everything else is tasty, but you can’t help but feel something is wrong, the sudden heat now making you feel light headed. Trying to finish off your mouthful to say something, it’s only now that you notice something shocking enough to cause you to swallow too much meatball in one go, coughing and spluttering with wide eyes. Indeed, something is happening to your chest, more specifically you think you’re likely <<if $breastSize ==0>>growing breasts<<else>>having your breasts expand<</if>>.
<<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>Straining against your $currentClothing, it seems like your <<checkNipple>> nipples are rock hard, poking out lewdly<<else>>Feeling fuller against the open air, it seems like your <<checkNipple>> nipples are rock hard, pointing outward lewdly<</if>>. Meanwhile Mr Alfonsi just lines his camera up, happy as they come. Everything around your chest buds feeling much more sensitive, it doesn’t take long for the rapid stretching to set in, your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest blossoming into a rather large set of breasts from nothing<<else>>your breasts growing dramatically in only a few seconds<</if>>.
<<if $breastSize <= 7>><<set $breastSize +=10>><<else>><<set $breastSize = 17>><</if>>Shouting, <span class="male">"Say cheese!"</span>, the flash of the camera goes off, capturing the last moments of the change, your chest now supporting a pair of humongous <<checkBreast>> boobs <<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>barely contained by your clothing<<else>>open for anyone to see<</if>>. It’s extremely embarrassing, especially with Mr Alfonsi bringing attention to your plight, the older man apologetically red-faced as he looks up from his camera, seeming to not have noticed your circumstances until now. Doing nothing but sitting there stunned, you listen on as he even lets out a little, <span class="male">"Oh"</span>, similarly confused as you are.
<span class="player">"I think we know what the meatballs do now"</span>, you say, breaking the tension, the whole situation both kind of mortifying and hilarious at the same time.
Laughing along at your comment, though his eyebrows cocked in a more sympathetic manner, he responds still blushing, <span class="male">"Your meatballs, I mean my meatballs, I … you know the dish of meatballs. Oh crap! I guess it’s not terrible as changes go, they are kind of … enticing, if you’re into large .. well you know. But, I can’t serve these, too much trouble. Poor ma, no one will get to try her dish for a little big longer it seems"</span>. Noticing the rather salacious picture in his off hand, the image developing before both your eyes, he adds, <span class="male">"This is probably best in your hands too. Wouldn’t want you to think an old man was trying something with you here"</span>, passing it over to you with an unsteady grip.
Not wanting things to go on any further like this, he quickly busses your plate, <<if visited("Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Main") == 4>>telling you [[he’ll be out to pay you in a second|Restaurant Alfonsi Quest End]]<<else>>[[he’ll be out to hear your next choice in a second|Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Main]]<</if>>.Selecting the rainbow gelato, seeing the happy grin of the portly restaurant owner grow even wider, Mr Alfonsi quickly shuffles back into the kitchens to make it for you. Stewing over in your worry about what could happen to you, the possibility of some strange effect overcoming you from the gelato a very real possibility given your knowledge of the facility and the previous warnings Mr Alfonsi gave you. Still, your wait isn’t long, and the combination of sumptuous smelling food and the generally relaxed atmosphere help keep you relatively calm.
<span class="male">"Here you go. One big bowl of assorted gelato. There’s a lot there, so you’re your time and eat as much as you like"</span>, chortles the aging man, placing the huge bowl in front of you.
Taking in the sight of the colossal expanse of gelato, it’s a lot to take in. A weighty serving in its own right, the mass of sparklers, wafers and biscuit-like tubes sticking out the top of it, make it look even grander than otherwise. Originally you’d wondered if he might just give you a small tester version, but it seems he’s gone whole hog in preparing this for you. What’s more, in this amazing dessert every scoop of ice-cream is a different colour, ten different colours in total, with one of the scoops being a multi-coloured oddity, served right in the middle of the others.
Pulling out on of the wafers to nibble at tentatively, you get your first taste of the gelato, lightly caught to the bottom of it. It’s exquisite. Sweet and sugary, but not too strong or sickly, a perfect balance. Digging into the main bulk of the gelato monstrosity, you attack it with great fervour, not wanting to be defeated by the delectable ice-cream mass. Every spoonful is a treat, each of the different flavours somehow more interesting than the last. Whilst a lot of the flavours are relatively standard classic ones, you are very pleased to find that there’s also; peach, blueberry, blackberry, raspberry, orange, and even a tutti frutti scoop, that being the rainbow coloured one. Those, combined with the classic; strawberry, vanilla, chocolate, mint, give you more than enough to hold your attention.
Taking a heaped spoonful of the dessert, with a double-take, you spot your reflection in a mirror mounted on the far side of the restaurant. With shock, you note that your normally $hairColour hair, is now tinged with flecks of a shining <<set $random = random(1,11)>><<if $random == 1>><<set $hairColour = "brown">>brown<<elseif $random == 2>><<set $hairColour = "blonde">>blonde<<elseif $random == 3>><<set $hairColour = "red">>red<<elseif $random == 4>><<set $hairColour = "green">>green<<elseif $random == 5>><<set $hairColour = "blue">>blue<<elseif $random == 6>><<set $hairColour = "orange">>orange<<elseif $random == 7>><<set $hairColour = "pink">>pink<<elseif $random == 8>><<set $hairColour = "purple">>purple<<elseif $random == 9>><<set $hairColour = "glow-in-the-dark white">>glow-in-the-dark white<<elseif $random == 10 || $random == 11>><<set $hairColour = "rainbow-coloured">>a multitude of colours<</if>>. Swinging your head around, trying to find an answer as your reflections hair steadily becomes more $hairColour, your vision finally rests on the spoon in your hand. To your surprise it seems his concerns about the dish were correct, the gelato having done this to you. It seems, eating the <<if $random == 1>>chocolate<<elseif $random == 2>>vanilla<<elseif $random == 3>>strawberry<<elseif $random == 4>>mint<<elseif $random == 5>>blueberry<<elseif $random == 6>>orange<<elseif $random == 7>>raspberry<<elseif $random == 8>>blackberry<<elseif $random == 9>>peach<<elseif $random == 10 || $random == 11>>tutti frutti<</if>> gelato sometimes has the effect of turning your hair $hairColour.
Pointing at your head as he returns, you say to Mr Alfonsi, <span class="player">"It’s a great dessert, but I think it might have a few … issues"</span>, the older man taking in your new look.
Chortling a little he concludes, <span class="male">"You might be right on that one. I’ll probably keep it on the menu with a warning, but I won’t be letting my little Villin anywhere near the stuff, not that she’d be against having a nice new colour for her hair to go with her gelato"</span>.
Letting you finish up however much you want to, he quickly busses your plate, <<if visited("Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Main") == 4>>telling you [[he’ll be out to pay you in a second|Restaurant Alfonsi Quest End]]<<else>>[[he’ll be out to hear your next choice in a second|Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Main]]<</if>>.Selecting the bread basket, seeing the happy grin of the portly restaurant owner grow even wider, Mr Alfonsi quickly shuffles back into the kitchens to prepare it for you. Stewing over in your worry about what could happen to you, the possibility of some strange effect overcoming you from the suspicious olive oil a very real possibility given your knowledge of the facility and the previous warnings Mr Alfonsi gave you. Still, your wait is exceptionally brief, and the combination of sumptuous smelling food and the generally relaxed atmosphere help keep you relatively calm.
<span class="male">"Here you go. One basket of assorted breads, extra virgin olive oil and balsamic vinegar. I brought you the bottles of each and the dipping saucers, so you can pour out as much as you want. Try and at least test the olive oil, that’s what I’m curious about, but I’m always happy to hear a good review of my home baked breads. Just tear it and dip it, that’s all you need to do. Enjoy"</span>, chortles the aging man, placing the basket of bread and the other accoutrements in front of you.
Glancing over the wicker basket of breads there’s one thing you’re already sure of, you know that you’re not going to be able to eat all of that bread in one sitting. Little crisp rolls, soft fluffy buns, even half a baguette, there’s a lot of choice, most of which consists of the sorts of breads that will best soak up the balsamic and oil mix when you pour it. What’s better, it’s all still warm.
Palming one of the small crusty rolls, you crack it in half, the hot scent of fresh bread filling your nostrils, making your stomach rumble sympathetically in anticipation. Giving it a nibble it’s just as lovely as you suspected, so light and airy, more so than you’re used to in terms of bread. However, it’s not the bread you’re here to test, uncorking first the balsamic bottle and next the offending olive oil bottle, before pouring them in one after the other into one of the saucers to create a layered effect. As you place down the suspicious extra virgin olive oil bottle you notice on the otherwise unremarkable glass bottle that the label is covered in artistically styled attractive and exceedingly feminine silhouettes. Strange.
<<if $femininty >=80>><<set $femininity =100>><<else>><<set $femininity +=20>><</if>>Dipping the white warm fluffy insides of the roll tentatively it quickly soaks in, turning the dazzlingly clean bread a oil drenched yellow, blotches of black marking where the balsamic has been rubbed off onto it. Closing your eyes in anticipation, you plop the piece into your mouth savouring the wonderful taste for only a moment before you swallow it down. Opening your eyes to peek out, looking around for a reflective surface you can’t see or feel anything out of the ordinary, breathing a sigh of relief as you continue to eat the bread, the soft sensation in your hand feeling better by the second. Oddly so.
Looking them over your suspicions are confirmed, as before your very eyes you see your entire frame, starting with your hands, begin to look significantly daintier, major changes to your body making you look all the more feminine. Dropping the piece of bread you’re holding, you run your hands over each other to check them both out, causing you to moan out loud, unable to resist the pleasant sensation. Your soft skin seems extremely sensitive to your touch, luxuriously so. It’s about at this point that Mr Alfonsi returns.
Pointing at yourself, you say to Mr Alfonsi, <span class="player">"I think that the virgin olive oil might have a problem. It’s made me look more … girly"</span>, the older man taking in your new look.
Chortling a little he concludes, <span class="male">"Well they do say that olive oil preserves your beauty. I once had a neighbour who used to drink the stuff to keep herself young and beautiful, at least that’s what she thought. Well, I might be able to get away with selling this one, put it on as like a spa treatment and snack rolled together. Sorry you got hit by it without knowing, hopefully you don’t mind your new looks. You know, I think this is the first time I’ve been given a ‘gift’ by the facility that I actually could use. Guess miracles really do happen"</span>.
Letting you finish up however much you want to, he quickly busses your plate, <<if visited("Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Main") == 4>>telling you [[he’ll be out to pay you in a second|Restaurant Alfonsi Quest End]]<<else>>[[he’ll be out to hear your next choice in a second|Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Main]]<</if>>.Selecting the lasagne, seeing the happy grin of the portly restaurant owner grow even wider, Mr Alfonsi quickly shuffles back into the kitchens to make it for you. Of all the dishes on the test menu, this is the one you have the least worry over, Mr Alfonsi clearly explaining to you that he’s just testing out an old family recipe and wants your opinion on it. There’s still always the possibility of something going wrong when the facility is involved, but you think the chances are slim to say the least. Still, your wait isn’t long, and the combination of sumptuous smelling food and the generally relaxed atmosphere help keep you spirits high.
<span class="male">"One portion of vegetable lasagne"</span>, smiles the aging man, placing the plate of lasagne in front of you somewhat nervously, <span class="male">"If there’s anything wrong with it please say. I’ve been trying to get the recipe just right, but I keep messing it up. Just can’t find the right balance. I’m tempted to sit with you and get your thoughts, but I don’t want to crowd you so I’ll give you a moment to enjoy it. I’ll be back soon though"</span> .
Looking it over, there’s not really much to say about a slice of lasagne. As was explained to you it’s a vegetarian lasagne, sheets of pasta, a tomatoey sauce in between, and topped with a thick creamy bechamel sauce. It smells good, though you can say the same for most of the dishes that you’ve seen served in the restaurant. Though, to your knowledge it doesn’t have some horrible surprise to it, so it has that going for it at least.
Cutting off a square of the tiered serving, you bring the forkful to your mouth, slowly savouring the combination of flavours. Savoury and tasty, you have to admit that it does feel like something is just … missing. It might be because it’s such a simple dish and needs something to go with it, or it might be because Mr Alfonsi is still new to cooking it, but you get the impression that it’s so very close to be being perfect much to your disappointment. Trying another chunk you come to the same conclusion, pondering what it could be. As you think, you catch out of the corner of your eye Mr Alfonsi sitting inconspicuously at a nearby table, watching you tentatively from behind a menu.
Ushering him over, you tell Mr Alfonsi in as gentle a tone as you can muster, <span class="player">"The lasagne is good, but there’s something about it I just can’t place. It feels kind of incomplete almost. I hope that makes sense. It’s still nice though, really nice in fact"</span>.
Scratching the bald spot at the top of his head nervously, he responds in turn, <span class="male">"Yeah. I think you are right. Just can’t get it done properly. Maybe I need to tweak with the recipe, or maybe it’s because I can’t get the traditional ingredients, or even that the produce I do get just isn’t fresh enough to cut it. I’ll think some more on this one. Thanks for being honest at least, I hope you enjoyed it a little, even if it isn’t perfect"</span>. Slightly downtrodden after his perceived failure, but determination evident on his face, the older man nods and smiles at you, regaining his usual zest and vigour.
Letting you finish up however much you want to, he quickly busses your plate when you’re done, <<if visited("Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Main") == 4>>telling you [[he’ll be out to pay you in a second|Restaurant Alfonsi Quest End]]<<else>>[[he’ll be out to hear your next choice in a second|Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Main]]<</if>>.Selecting the horseradish baked clams, seeing the portly restaurant owner begin to look increasingly worried, Mr Alfonsi anxiously shuffles back into the kitchens to prepare it for you. Stewing over in your worry about what could happen to you, the possibility of some strange effect overcoming you from the mysterious horseradish a very real possibility given your knowledge of the facility and the previous warnings Mr Alfonsi gave you. Still, your wait is relatively short, and the combination of sumptuous smelling food and the generally relaxed atmosphere help keep you relatively calm.
<span class="male">"Here are your baked clams"</span>, he explains quietly as he returns, all of his usual bravado and humour gone, <span class="male">"I’ve heard some very bad things about the horseradish, though it could be untrue. I’ll keep a close eye on you when you eat them, will keep the response team on quick dial too just in case. The clams are shucked, coated in a horseradish sauce and then baked. I hear good things about my baked clams, though that’s normally without the horseradish. The should still be good though … hopefully"</span>. Scratching the bald spot atop his head the aging man places the plate of clams before you, taking a seat across from you, a pained expression upon his face.
Glancing over the baked clams you’re not sure what to make of them, at the very least they don’t look very clam-like, a crispy golden brown and without the distinctive clam shells. They do smell good, though there’s something about them that instinctively makes your spine quiver and twitch, almost as if you can sense something that’s putting you in a state of unease. Still, you did say you’d eat them, and rumours of cloven feet and other similarly crazy things can’t be true, can they?
Biting into the first one you know immediately that you made the wrong decision, the taste not even registering before your body begins to feel not fully under your control. A wave of clumsiness comes over you, sluggishness and a general sense of not feeling right accompanying it. Falling off your seat to the floor, Mr Alfonsi rushes over to help before recoiling himself in horror and worry.
<span class="male">"Oh $firstName! Your hands, your feet!"</span>, he cries out, the customers rushing out of the business as the room around you descends into chaos and confusion, none of the guests wanting to stay around too long after hearing those words within the facility.
You still can’t pick up on exactly what’s going on, but as you groggily pan your vision about, [[you finally catch sight of what’s happening to you|Restaurant Alfonsi Quest Horse Ending]]Deciding on accepting the points as your payment you tell Mr Alfonsi, <span class="player">"I think I’ll take the points this time. There’s always a use for those"</span>.
With a nod and a wink, the older gentleman responds, <span class="male">"That’s marvellous. I’ll have Villin wire you the cash"</span>, his jovial tone only making you feel even more upbeat. You expect him to wander over to the tiny alt bunny-girl to get her attention, but instead much to your surprise he just shouts over to her in his usual bravado filled tone, <span class="male">"Hey Villin. Send $firstName the trainee points we talked about. I can’t figure out those dratted machine, help me out won’t yah"</span>, the loud plea for aid over the otherwise quiet restaurant making you stuff your hand in your mouth to stop yourself from laughing.
Sighing and deflating in a way that tells you this isn’t unusual business for the pair, Villin answers in a tone you’d normally only expect between family, <span class="female">"It’s really easy Mr Alfonsi, you just have to tell it what to do, it’s an AI. Come on … oh okay, I’ll do it this time, but next time you have to learn how to do it yourself"</span>, the violet haired waitress wandering into the kitchen muttering to herself and waving her hands in an exaggerated manner around much like Mr Alfonsi. It’s almost as if she’s picked up the habit from him.
<span class="male">"That Villin, such a good girl, does this old man’s heart proud. She’ll get it all sorted for you. You just go check your bank account after you leave and you’ll see it’s all there. If not, then I’ll have to talk to that damn talking devil box and that’s not happening, so Villin will sort it good for us. Anyway, enjoy the money, you deserve it for doing such a good job helping me out, so many new cooking options are now open for Mr Alfonsi here"</span>, continues Mr Alfonsi as if shouting over a crowded room is not unusual at all, the guests mostly ignoring it, likely considering it as something worth putting up with for such a delicious meal.
Nodding along, you tell the man, <span class="player">"Thank you Mr Alfonsi, I appreciate the opportunity"</span>, the restaurant owner beaming back at you in return.
<span class="male">"Don’t mention it, you’ll make me blush. Just don’t forget to come back, maybe spend a few of those points on a nice meal for yourself. Must remember to eat properly, get good food in you unlike the travesty that you’re likely being served"</span>, he laughs back, winking at you once more in his casual friendly demeanour.
Your reward received and the conversation now come to an end, you return to sitting at your table alone, [[trying to figure out what to do next|followDestination('Restaurant Alfonsi')]].<<addToInventory "Restaurant Alfonsi Discount Card">>Deciding on accepting the discount card as your payment you tell Mr Alfonsi, <span class="player">"I think I’ll take the discount card this time. Half priced meals seems a much better deal, especially with how great everything smells here"</span>.
With a nod and a wink, the older gentleman responds, <span class="male">"That’s marvellous, I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist. I’ll have Villin grab you the card, we have a machine that prints them in the back room, confuses the hell out of me"</span>, his jovial tone only making you feel even more upbeat. You expect him to wander over to the tiny alt bunny-girl to get her attention, but instead much to your surprise he just shouts over to her in his usual bravado filled tone, <span class="male">"Hey Villin. Go get $firstName that discount card we talked about. You know I can’t handle that blasted card making thing, help me out won’t yah"</span>, the loud plea for aid over the otherwise quiet restaurant making you stuff your hand in your mouth to stop yourself from laughing.
Sighing and deflating in a way that tells you this isn’t unusual business for the pair, Villin answers in a tone you’d normally only expect between family, <span class="female">"It’s really easy Mr Alfonsi, you just have to tell it who the card is for and press the button, it’s all hooked up to the AI. Come on … oh okay, I’ll do it this time, but if you think you’re getting away with this next time you have another thing coming"</span>, the violet haired waitress wandering into the kitchen muttering to herself and waving her hands in an exaggerated manner around much like Mr Alfonsi. It’s almost as if she’s picked up the habit from him.
<span class="male">"That Villin, the best girl an old man could ask for, does my heart proud every day, so smart. She’ll get it all sorted for you. It only takes a minute, at least when you know what you’re doing. I once spent the best part of an hour with it and still got nowhere. Never again. Anyway, I appreciate your help, it opens up so many new cooking options you don’t know how helpful you’ve been today"</span>, continues Mr Alfonsi as if shouting over a crowded room is not unusual at all, the guests mostly ignoring it, likely considering it as something worth putting up with for such a delicious meal.
Nodding along, you tell the man, <span class="player">"Thank you Mr Alfonsi, I appreciate the opportunity"</span>, the restaurant owner beaming back at you in return.
<span class="male">"Don’t mention it, you’ll make me blush. Just don’t forget to come back often, you need to make the most of that card by eating me out of house and home, that’s what a savvy consumer would do. And, remember to eat properly, get good food in you here, unlike the travesty that you’re likely being served"</span>, he laughs back, winking at you once more in his casual friendly demeanour.
It only takes about another minute before Villin returns, bounding over to you, smiling effusively, <span class="female">"One Restaurant Alfonsi discount card, just for you. Though … you probably could give it to someone else if you wanted to, they have a chip in them that lets you confer ownership to another person. But, erm … of course you wouldn’t want to right, because Mr Alfonsi’s cooking is so great"</span>, the quiet bunny-girl quickly trying to back-pedal on the trading comment, much to both yours and Mr Alfonsi’s amusement, the portly man certainly not looking offended by her words as she hands you over the shiny black metallic card with your name across it.
Your reward received and the conversation now come to an end, you return to sitting at your table alone, [[trying to figure out what to do next|followDestination('Restaurant Alfonsi')]].Hooves. You have hooves, and not just coming out of the end of your legs. Instead, both your hands and feet have both converted without you even noticing them into heavy and solid horse-like hooves. However, that’s not the worst part. As a cracking sound reaches your woolly brain, you manage to rouse your attention just enough to realize that you’re hearing the noise of your own bones breaking and reforming. It’s not painful, thankfully, but even in your impaired state you’re still conscious enough to recognize how bad all of this is.
<span class="male">"Your legs, they’re hairy too"</span>, gasps the panicked Mr Alfonsi, <span class="male">"The tales ma used to tell are true! They’ve made you into the beast of the night"</span>, his words punctuated by him making odd signs with his hands in your direction and backing up another pace. Normally you might feel offended by him trying to ward you off like some evil spirit, yet for the moment everything is just too surreal for you to register it.
Looking up you now catch from your reflection that you look oddly elongated, your arms having shifted into legs, albeit not human ones, the legs instead resembling those of a pony or maybe a donkey, it’s hard to tell. Your legs meanwhile are similarly changed, though that’s far less shocking to you than the loss of your arms. Equally, your body is covered in a fine thin layer of <<if $altColour == "none" || !$altColour >><<set $altColour = $hairColour>><</if>>$altColour hair, your new coat of fur sleek and shiny. <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" || $currentUnderwear !="Naked">>You also notice that what apparel you were wearing is now shredded on the floor, but, given your strange growth spurts that sort of makes sense.<</if>>
In one of the wall mirrors you catch your $hairColour hair growing out and latching to the back of your neck, latching itself onto your neck and upper back until it becomes an elegant mane. This is still not the most concerning alteration though, your face elongating into a equine muzzle, long and much larger than your head used to be, your nose fusing into it.
<span class="player">"What’s going on?"</span>, you manage to mumble, your voice a little hoarse but otherwise unchanged.
Your ability to still speak seems to break Mr Alfonsi out of his terrified stupor, his eyes wide and wild, <span class="male">"You can talk, but you have become the beast of the night! Wait … no, you’re a ... a horse?"</span>, the incredulity in his voice immediately evident, <span class="male">"The horseradish, it turned you into a horse? A talking horse? Was this a prank, or did someone think this was something that anyone would want"</span>.
Trying to shrug but unable to, your body finally starting to settle from the round of cracking, shifting and growing, now that of, from what you can gather, an adult horse. <span class="player">"How can I be a horse, can they really do something so … big?"</span>, you ask in your confusion.
<span class="male">"I guess they can? The response unit will be here any second, I’m sure they’ll be able to cure you and you’ll be back to your training in a day or two"</span>, he chuckles to you in return, his face conveying an extremely apologetic tone to you.
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Six months later:
<span class="female">"Good show out there today $firstName, the kids love you"</span>, smiles your producer Liz, an overly cheery woman who handles the show and your interactions in it. <span class="female">"Just let me get Suzy off of you and you’ll be ready to rest up for the rest of the day"</span>.
Pulling a giggling little girl who you’ve had the combined pleasure and displeasure to have met off of your back, you sigh, <span class="player">"Alright. Good bye Suzy, see you tomorrow"</span>, Suzy turning back momentarily to shine her mischievous grin at you as she runs off, likely to find her mother, knowing her she’s probably planning some prank to pull on you for tomorrow, though she is a great actress especially for her age.
Wandering off into your changing room, you think back to how odd your last few months have been, ever since the incident. What you originally thought was going to be a brief stint as a horse ended up being a more permanent change. You hear that they still are working on how to turn you back, they even say they’re getting close, but you don’t particularly think they’re as close as they keep assuring you. At least they caught the rogue scientist who thought it was funny to alter the horseradish to turn people into horses, it turns out that even for the facility that was too much for good taste. You hear that the guy got turned into a horse too and that he’s the one they’re testing the cure on, though that might just be a rumour to make you feel better.
After your removal from the restaurant by the recovery team, the act requiring them to take a chunk out of the front wall to get the trolley in, you spent a few day in a very comfortable stable they just so happened to have in the facility. It was comfortable, and every was very pleasant to you, but it wall all a lot to get used to. They tried curing you, but nothing stuck, the huge change seeming to cling to you regardless of their efforts.
In the end they decided that you needed something to preoccupy your time and that’s when they made you the deal. As $firstName the talking horse you really were so different on a fundamentally genetic level that they were willing to no longer classify you under your old trainee profile. Resultantly they gave you a new citizen identification and even hooked you up with a remarkably well paying job. You still wonder whether the whole thing was them covering their arses, but, given the circumstances regaining your freedom and getting a decent pay check isn’t something you’d really want to complain over.
They put you in touch with a TV channel, a rather normal one, nothing like what you’d expect from the facility at least. A talking horse is a pretty big deal, and the executives for the TV company had a lot of ideas on shows you could star in, quickly making you a deal that you couldn’t argue with. Shipped out of the facility the very same day, you were soon in the care of your new bosses, in particular Liz who was put in charge of you. She’s nice, if a little fake, and she made sure that you had all the comforts you need, even getting you a specially made apartment put together on set, giving you most of the luxuries of your normal life, just, built for a horse. The shower is probably the oddest one, though the TV and microwave come close to it in their oddness now they’re modified for equine use.
Your show is very popular too. In the end they decided to put you on a kids show, <span class="neutral">"The Adventures of $firstName the Talking Horse and Suzy"</span>, not very imaginative, but the network polls say that you’re the most popular children’s TV show in the country. It’s almost worth putting up with that brat Suzy for, even when she tugs at your mane just a little too hard. At least you’ve had some movie offers off the back of it, even a big one for a blockbuster buddy cop film.
<span class="female">"Hey, $firstName. You’ve got a fan here looking for an autograph if you’re up for it"</span>, calls Liz, breaking you out of your reminiscing as she escorts a wide eyed young boy before you holding out an autograph book before him in awe.
Seeing the look of adoration cross his face, you can’t help but think that maybe things turned out for the best. Then again, maybe you’re just horsing around with all this.
Ending 10: Horsing Around
<<click "Restart?">><<script>>UI.restart()<</script>><</click>>Passing through one of the largely indistinguishable corridors that make up the facility, travelling on your way to your destination, you hear a familiar mocking giggle to your right. Turning to look with a start, you see to your continued dismay that it’s Hannah, the cruel trainee who continuously mocks and taunts you, long with appointing herself as your ‘big sister’. Wearing her usual pink hoodie and yoga pants, overall, she’s pretty cute, in a mean girl sort of way. With her pouty full lips and pulled back dark brunette ponytail, she looks quite menacing despite her relatively small height.
<span class ="female">"I thought that was you $firstName. <<if $hannahMood == 0>>Is my dumb little baby <<if $femininity >=0>>sister<<else>>brother<</if>> doing alright? I bet you’re walking around with a stinky diaper and crying all the time. You’re such a big cry-baby! You probably couldn’t manage a day without me around to keep you in check, you’d probably just sit around being a big dumb idiot. Yeah that’s what I bet you’d be doing.<<elseif $hannahMood == 1>>Is my dumb baby little <<if $femininity >=0>>sister<<else>>brother<</if>> doing alright? I bet you’ve been missing me, and that’s why you’re walking around? You’ve probably filled your diaper and stunk up the place, so you want me to help you out because I’m so much smarter and just generally better than you. I don’t know how you ever managed without an older sister like me to look out for you. You probably just sat around being all dumb and sucking your thumb, and annoying everyone. Yeah that’s what I bet you’d be doing without me.<<elseif $hannahMood == 2>>Is my sweet little <<if $femininity >=0>>sister<<else>>brother<</if>> doing alright? I bet you’ve been wandering around looking for me because you missed me so much. Sometimes you can be kind of cute I suppose, even if you are kind of dumb and stinky. You probably need me to change your diaper for you because I’m so much smarter and bigger than you. I don’t know how you ever managed without an awesome big sister like me looking out for you. You’d probably be sucking your thumb and crying because no-one understood you/<</if>> Anyway, I’m here now, so I can check your diaper for you and make sure everything is fine. Just remember that I’m doing you a big favour checking over your gross diapers"</span>, she explains in her normal condescending tone, her posture and attitude making it very clear that she firmly believes herself in charge.
Not sure what else to do, knowing that she’ll just resort back to blackmail if you don’t do what she says, you answer quietly, <span class="player">"Okay Hannah"</span>. Waiting for her inspections. Except that’s when you hear a sound as if someone was clearing their throat, albeit largely muffled.
<<if $hannahComplaint>><span class="neutral">"Are you Hannah? We’ve had an internal complaint lodged against you’d, and I’d like to ask you a few questions"</span>, asks the imposing heavily armoured guard, their full-face helmet making it almost impossible to tell their gender.
Glancing over at you with a scowl, Hannah responds through gritted teeth, an extremely fake smile on her face, <span class="female">"Nothing’s wrong officer. It’s just that my dumb little <<if $femininity >=0>>sister<<else>>brother<</if>> here keeps causing all sorts of trouble, and all I’ve been trying to do is stop them from causing problems for anyone else. I should be being thanked, but because they’re so naughty they’ve gone and made false complaints about me. I think they’ll need to be punished for that, which I’d be more than happy to help you with"</span>.
Looking into the slightly reflective black visor of the guard you’re unable to tell how they’re reacting to her comments, their body language giving away nothing. <span class="neutral">"That’s not my problem. The missive says that you’ve had a complaint lodged against you. Further, you’ve just admitted that it’s true. After that it’s not really my concern. I’ll now assign you a punishment if you have nothing else to add to all this"</span>, you hear once more in a muffled rumble, still giving you no idea of the severity of all this.
<span class="female">"You can’t do this"</span>, Hannah squeaks angrily, stomping her feet about bratty-ly.
<span class="neutral">"Can and will. You don’t make the rules around here, the staff do"</span>, the guard continues, turning to face you for the first time, <span class="neutral">"Do you have anything to say on all this? As the one to file the complaint I’d like to hear your thoughts on all of this too"</span>.<<else>><span class="neutral">"Hey, you! Are you Hannah? I’ve seen you around causing noise and trouble, what seems to be the problems?"</span>, asks the imposing heavily armoured guard, their full-face helmet making it almost impossible to tell their gender.
Appearing rather nonplussed, Hannah responds in her super sweet voice, an extremely fake smile on her face, <span class="female">"Nothing’s wrong officer. My dumb yet sweet little <<if $femininity >=0>>sister<<else>>brother<</if>> here has a habit of misbehaving, causes all sorts of trouble, mostly by accident. That’s why I gotta play with<<if $femininity >=0>>her<<else>>him<</if>>, and punish <<if $femininity >=0>>her<<else>>him<</if>> every now and again. To keep <<if $femininity >=0>>her<<else>>him<</if>> behaving properly. So you see it’s all just normal stuff"</span>.
Looking into the slightly reflective black visor of the guard you’re unable to tell how they’re reacting to her comments, their body language giving away nothing. <span class="neutral">"It doesn’t look like that to me. Looks like you’re tormenting another trainee. Most of the other guards might let that slip, but I take my job looking after the trainees here seriously. Further, you’ve just admitted that it’s all true, even if you don’t see it that way. I’m going to assign you a punishment now, if you have nothing else to add to all this"</span>, you hear once more in a muffled rumble, still giving you no idea of the severity of all this.
<span class="female">"You can’t do this. The big baby loves it really. They keep coming back for the attention. It’s not me breaking the rules at all"</span>, Hannah squeaks angrily, stomping her feet about bratty-ly.
<span class="neutral">"That’s not the way I see it. Looks to me like you’re just trying to sneak out of trouble after mistreating this other resident"</span>, the guard continues, turning to face you for the first time, <span class="neutral">"Do you have anything to say on all this? As the one who’s had to deal with her I’d like to hear your thoughts on all of this too"</span>.<</if>>
Thinking for a second, you try and make up your mind what to say to the security agent, Hannah shooting daggers at you silently. This might be your best chance to get rid of Hannah, or at least stop her tormenting you a bit. Yet, you still don’t know. Maybe the punishment is going to be really minor and Hannah will just be more angry with you afterwards, if that’s the case you have no idea just how bad she could get. Also, even after everything that she’s done to you, getting her in serious trouble might still be a pretty mean thing to do, though she probably deserves it still.
Do you:
<<if $submission >= 25>>[[Tell the guard how bad Hannah is|Travel To ABDL Hannah Decision Neither][$holderInt = 1; $hannahDecision = 2]]
[[Keep quiet about Hannah’s treatment of you|Travel To ABDL Hannah Decision Both][$holderInt = 2; $hannahDecision = 3; $hannahNursery = true; $hannahPlayerNursery = true]]
[[Tell the guard there’s been a mistake and that Hannah’s okay|Travel To ABDL Hannah Decision You][$holderInt = 3; $hannahDecision = 4; $hannahPlayerNursery = true]]<<elseif $submission <= -25>>[[Tell the guard how bad Hannah is|Travel To ABDL Hannah Decision Hannah][$holderInt = 1; $hannahDecision = 1; $hannahNursery = true]]
[[Keep quiet about Hannah’s treatment of you|Travel To ABDL Hannah Decision Neither][$holderInt = 2; $hannahDecision = 2; $hannahPlayerNursery = true]]
[[Tell the guard there’s been a mistake and that Hannah’s okay|Travel To ABDL Hannah Decision Both][$holderInt = 3; $hannahDecision = 3; $hannahNursery = true; $hannahPlayerNursery = true]]<<else>>[[Tell the guard how bad Hannah is|Travel To ABDL Hannah Decision Hannah][$holderInt = 1; $hannahDecision = 1; $hannahNursery = true]]
[[Keep quiet about Hannah’s treatment of you|Travel To ABDL Hannah Decision Both][$holderInt = 2; $hannahDecision = 3; $hannahNursery = true; $hannahPlayerNursery = true]]
[[Tell the guard there’s been a mistake and that Hannah’s okay|Travel To ABDL Hannah Decision You][$holderInt = 3; $hannahDecision = 4; $hannahPlayerNursery = true]]<</if>>As you pass through one of the many corridors within the facility, on your way to your destination, you suddenly see a guard marching towards you, their hulking armoured figure making you feel more than a little nervous. Worse, they walk straight up to you, blocking your path and towering over you both menacingly and silently.
After an exceptionally long wait, the helmeted and completely indistinguishable guard speaks, <span class="neutral">"I remember you. You were the one I caught causing trouble before. I don’t know if the previous punishment worked, but I think that I’ll have to take you somewhere they can properly handle you again just to be sure."</span>.
<span class="player">"Wait, no, I’m behaving"</span>, you call out pleadingly, the guard completely ignoring you other than to place one large gloved into your armpit to grasp you so that you can’t escape.
Looking around nervously, you’re told in the usual muffled tone of the guard, <span class="neutral">"You will come with me for punitive correctional work, that is my decision. Do not resist"</span>.
Not having much choice in the matter you silently sulk, annoyed that even though you’ve done nothing wrong you’re being punished again. Fuming that this was all after the Hannah incident, you wonder if there’s anything you could do to get out of it. You briefly even wonder if you could bribe guard someway, or possibly someone higher in the command chain to stop them, but you’re not sure where to start. Additionally, the almost painful jerking by the guard is breaking your train of thought, which really doesn’t help. Instead, you gulp nervously as <a data-passage="ABDL Job Sent By Hannah">you’re led deeper into the facility</a>.<<if $holderInt == 1>>Deciding to tell the guard everything, you point at Hannah incredulously and shout, <span class="player">"She’s awful! She kept threatening to blackmail me, to make up all sorts of lies about me to tell the guards. She made me wear a diaper and do embarrassing stuff for her, and then she’d check that I was still wearing it. There were so many threats and insults, and she was obsessed with treating me like a little kid she could push around. Thank you for helping me, she really needs to be taught a lesson!"</span>, <<if $submission >=25>>however, despite your best efforts, your words come out nervous and timid, not particularly convincing at all<<elseif $submission <= -25>>your words filled with determination, coming out as extremely convincing<<else>>your words coming off a little shaky but still convincing<</if>>.
As Hannah gives you a sneering stare that could curdle milk, obviously fuming over your comments, you await the deliberations of the guard, hoping that someone might finally help you with your Hannah issue.<<elseif $holderInt == 2>>Deciding to not really say anything to the guard, unsure how everything is going to play out, you say nonchalantly, <span class="player">"Oh, well. You see. That’s Hannah. She’s … you know. And then there’s, well everything. So you see, that’s that"</span>, <<if $submission >=25>>however, despite your best efforts, your words come out nervous and timid, almost as if you had something to hide<<elseif $submission <= -25>>your words filled with determination, the determination for what is debatable<<else>>your words coming off a little shaky and more than anything confusing<</if>>.
As Hannah looks on at you incredulously, obviously confused by your comments but still somewhat annoyed that you didn’t cover for her, you await the deliberations of the guard, unsure how this is all going to turn out.<<elseif $holderInt == 3>>Deciding to cover for Hannah, not wanting to get her into any big trouble, especially given how grumpy she might be afterwards, you look towards Hannah and say, <span class="player">"No, you don’t understand, there’s been a big misunderstanding. Hannah … my big sister … is really just looking out for me. She’s so nice. I don’t know how I’d manage without her help. Please don’t punish her on my account"</span>, <<if $submission >=25>>your submissive tone clearly making your plea to the guard, albeit also making it look like you’re the cause of the disruptions<<elseif $submission <= -25>>your words filled with determination, making it clear that you’re completely complicit in all this, and that you want Hannah to act this way towards you<<else>>your words coming off a little shaky, but making it clear that you don’t think Hannah is at fault in all this<</if>>.
As Hannah gives you a surprisingly pleasant nod, as if she was almost proud of you, you await the deliberations of the guard, hoping that Hannah doesn’t get in trouble over this.<</if>> <<include [[Travel To ABDL Hannah Decision Response]]>>
After an exceptionally long wait as the helmeted guard weighs the situation, both you and Hannah standing in nervous silence, they finally respond, <span class="neutral">"I can’t figure this one out. I thought she was the one causing trouble, but now I can’t fully get the whole thing. Is she tormenting you, or is she just stopping you from misbehaving? At the very least it seems like you’re being a disobedient trainee, and that Hannah is stopping you causing trouble. I think that I’ll have to take you somewhere they can properly handle you."</span>.
Hannah upon the verdict of her innocence immediately begins to grin, obviously elated that she’d managed to get away with everything, even more so seeing that you’re the one in trouble. <span class="female">"See, just like I said, just a big naughty baby. I was just doing my civic duty"</span>, she responds in a bratty tone, gloating loudly over the whole matter.
<span class="neutral">"I’m not finished"</span>, the guard answers her decidedly more tersely, even without their facial expression being visible. The guards using one large gloved hand to take hold of you under your armpit, stopping you from escaping, they continue to tell Hannah, <span class="neutral">"You are also in trouble. I might not be able to put together all the pieces, but you certainly seem at least partly at fault, especially after all that. I think you’ll both do better being punished together. You will both come with me for punitive correctional work, that is my decision. Do not resist"</span>.
Trying to flee, Hannah is no match for the hulking security agent, their other hand whipping out to seize Hannah in exactly the same way that you were. Now holding onto both you, a hand lodged in your corresponding armpits, the guard beings to frogmarch you down the corridor, the height difference and their incredible strength causing you just a little pain.
Meanwhile, Hannah begins wailing and tantrum-ing, her free hand flailing about wildly. <span class="female">"S’not fair! You’re already punishing the baby, you don’t need to punish me too. I’ve not done anything wrong. Let me go"</span>, tears and snot now beginning to streak her face as she cries.
Having no choice but to continue onward, heading towards your mysterious punishment location, you monetarily wonder if you made the right choices, balking at what future could await you both. You have to admit, at least in the back of your mind, that maybe, just maybe, you feel a bit bad for Hannah, the way she’s crying making you want to say something comforting to her. Then again, she did get you into this situation, so maybe you shouldn’t feel too. The almost painful jerking by the guard breaking your train of thought, you gulp nervously as <a data-passage="ABDL Job First Time With Hannah 1">you’re both led deeper into the facility</a>.<<include [[Travel To ABDL Hannah Decision Response]]>>
After an exceptionally long wait as the helmeted guard weighs the situation, both you and Hannah standing in nervous silence, they finally respond, <span class="neutral">"I can’t figure this one out. First you’re acting like something is going on. Then the ‘victim’ starts acting all cagey about things. I just can’t tell if anything has gone on, and even if there has been I don’t know if I want to get involved with whatever <i>this</i> is. You two are free to go, just don’t let me see you up to … whatever all this is again"</span>.
Hannah upon the verdict of her innocence immediately begins to grin, obviously elated that she’d managed to get away with everything. <span class="female">"See, just like I said, it’s all normal. Wasn’t doing anything wrong"</span>, she responds in a bratty tone as the guard leaves, her arms flailing out at the sides for emphasis.
The guard now well and truly gone, she turns to you, her grin becoming increasingly predatory, <span class="female">"Guess this means that we can continue on with our fun games. I’m pretty tired for now, so I’ll let you off today, but I expect you to keep wearing your diapers for your big sis Hannah. Else, I’ll give you so many spankings you won’t believe. Like, you’ve seen it today, no matter what the guards aren’t going to help you, so I can get away with whatever I like. That’s why you’ve got to be a good stinky baby <<if $femininity >= 0>>sister<<else>>brother<</if>> for me. So there"</span>, the mean girl sticking her tongue out at your tauntingly, seemingly only spurred on by her successful escape from the consequences of her actions.
<span class="player">"Okay big sis Hannah"</span>, you respond in a quiet whisper, hoping that’s good enough for her and that she’ll now let you go.
<span class="female">"That’s so adorable! Well, I guess you can go now. I wouldn’t have time to change your diaper or give you a proper spanking after that interruption, so you’re off the hook for now. But, next time I see you, you have to be on your best behaviour, or else"</span>, she giggles menacingly, turning to go, leaving you on your own.
Continuing onward, as you head on towards your intended location you monetarily wonder if Hannah not getting in trouble was the right outcome to all this. There probably might still be a way to get rid of her if you needed to, but it’ll not be through the guards, that’s for sure. But, maybe all the attention she gives you is kind of fun, in a weird way at least, though maybe not too. Realizing the time you decided that those sorts of thoughts are for another day, as, for now you have places to be.
<<include [[Travel To End]]>><<include [[Travel To ABDL Hannah Decision Response]]>>
After an exceptionally long wait as the helmeted guard weighs the situation, both you and Hannah standing in nervous silence, they finally respond, <span class="neutral">"I can’t figure this one out. I thought she was the one causing trouble, but now I can’t fully get the whole thing. Is she tormenting you, or is she just stopping you from misbehaving? It sounds more like the latter to me. If she isn’t the one at fault, like you’ve even said, then it sounds like you’re just walking around being a disobedient trainee, causing trouble. I think that I’ll have to take you somewhere they can properly handle you."</span>.
Hannah upon the verdict of her innocence immediately begins to grin, obviously elated that she’d managed to get away with everything, even more so seeing that you’re the one in trouble. <span class="female">"See, just like I said, just a big naughty baby. I was just doing my civic duty"</span>, she responds in a bratty tone, gloating loudly over the whole matter.
<span class="neutral">"Yes"</span>, the guard answers her more tersely, doing their best to ignore her after that. The guards attention returning to you, one large gloved hand seizing you firmly within your armpit so that you can’t escape, you’re told, <span class="neutral">"You will come with me for punitive correctional work, that is my decision. Do not resist"</span>.
Not having much choice in the matter you silently sulk, Hannah’s brazen remarks making you feel all the worse. Marched away by the hulking guard, Hannah shouts at you as you leave, <span class="female">"After your punishment is over you should call me. We could hang out and I can be your big sis again. Seems like you really loved the attention. But, you know, that’s just a thought. Hopefully I’ll see you around and we can have even more fun with me ‘looking after you’"</span>. Strangely, you get the impression, odd as it is, that her offer was sincere, Hannah legitimately offering to hang out with you later.
But for now you have no choice but to continue onward, heading towards your mysterious punishment location. Monetarily wondering if covering for Hannah was the right thing to do, you gulp at what future could await you. Meanwhile, there probably might still be a way to get rid of Hannah if you needed to, but it’ll not be through the guards, that’s for sure. That said, maybe all the attention she gives you is kind of fun, in a weird way at least, though maybe not too. The almost painful jerking by the guard breaking your train of thought, you gulp nervously as <a data-passage="ABDL Job Sent By Hannah">you’re led deeper into the facility</a>.<<include [[Travel To ABDL Hannah Decision Response]]>>
After an exceptionally long wait as the helmeted guard weighs the situation, both you and Hannah standing in nervous silence, they finally respond, <span class="neutral">"Seems like Hannah is the problem here"</span>.
Hannah upon the verdict of her guilt immediately begins to stomp and thrash her hands about, the tantrum both rather ironic given her treatment of you, whilst also just a little endearing, her bratty nature making her look kind of cute in a strange way. <span class="female">"You can’t do this! It isn’t fair! I … was … the boss! $firstName is mine!"</span>, tears now starting to flow down her face.
The guard in question, however, doesn’t appear to be bothered by her wails. Instead, placing a thickly gloved hand skilfully under her flailing armpit, Hannah is quickly accosted, the guard stating, <span class="neutral">"You’ve been acting childish from the moment I spotted you, not to mention all the horrid things you did to that other trainee. No, I think you need to learn everything from the basics. I think I’ll have you consigned to the Little Land Nursery, that way you can at least try to gain some empathy for how you’ve acted"</span>, the security agent not even stopping to say this, instead just dragging to the red faced and increasingly tearfully snotty Hannah along behind them.
<span class="neutral">"Feel free to move along, you’re free to go about your business"</span>, the guard adds in your direction, almost as if it’s an afterthought.
Meanwhile, crying and shrieking, Hannah moans back towards you, <span class="female">"You have to … to come visit me. That’s an … an order … okay. I’m your big sister so you have to"</span>, her talk about her being her being your big sister actually making you feel a little bad about all this, as if maybe all her torments were just trying to get your attention. Then again, she went about things in an extremely mean way, so maybe this is for the best.
Continuing onward, as you head on towards your intended location you monetarily wonder if you did the right thing in getting Hannah sent to the Little Land Nursery. Though, it’s unlikely you could get her back out even if you wanted to, so maybe it’s not worth thinking about. Still, it’s possible now that she’s had a taste of her own medicine that she might have calmed down. Visiting her might even be kind of fun. Then again, all those are thoughts for another time, as, for now you have places to be.
<<include [[Travel To End]]>><<if $abdlTrainerTask == 3>><<set $abdlTrainerTaskComplete = true>><</if>>Frogmarched through the facility by the guard, you soon arrive before the nursery, a brightly coloured facade covered with childish cartoon characters making it clear this is the place. A slightly wonky sign reads "Little Land Nursery", a couple of letters covered with cutsie love hearts.
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Ushered through the wide, open entry, you find the room inside just as over the top as the entrance. Vibrant murals of unicorns, princesses and teddy bears cover the walls of the foyer. An older looking man with salt and pepper hair sits behind a desk, awaiting your arrival, his immaculate suit out of place in the youthful environment. <<if visited("ABDL Job First Time With Hannah 1") || visited("ABDL Job First Time 1") || visited("Little Land Nursery")>>From your previous interactions, you know this man as Papa Glover, the Little Land Nursery CEO.<</if>>
<<if visited("ABDL Job First Time With Hannah 1") >1 || visited("ABDL Job First Time 1") >1>><span class="male">"Hello <<if $femininity <0>>sport<<else>>pumpkin<</if>>, are you ready to have some more fun today? I know that you’re not here totally of your own free will, but let’s not let that get in the way of having a great time. We’ve got all sorts of fun activities planned today, so find something you like and have a good time. But, first dear, I think I spot something behind your ear"</span>, adding quietly to the guard who brought you, <span class="male">"I’ll take things from here"</span>, the guard acquiescing silently and leaving.
Stifling a childish giggle with a sulk, slightly grumpy still at your unwilling abduction to this place, you know what he’s going to do, and can’t help but feel at least a little better as a result of it. As, putting his hand behind your head, he slowly pulls it back, opening his palm to show you a small golden hard candy. Smiling tentatively at the gesture, you take the small treat from him and begin to unwrap it, thanking him quietly as you do. Popping it into your mouth you taste the familiar lovely buttery flavour, which makes you feel rather comforted and relaxed, like a safety blanket, the unpleasantness of being dragged here dissipating slightly.
<span class="male">"I’ll never stop being astounded that your ears make candy, and you’re good mannered too! I’m sure all your friends have missed you greatly while you’ve been gone, so make sure to give everyone a big hug when you see them. And, always remember, if you ever get scared, or upset, then come find me straight away, okay sweetheart?"</span>, the tone he uses as he talks to you can only be described as grandfatherly. And, combined with the pleasant sweet you’re sucking, you can almost forgive the guard for your abduction to this place.
<span class="male">"So, <<if $femininity <0>>Sport<<else>>Pumpkin<</if>>, there’s no special plans for today, so I’ll just walk you into the play room. I’ll just need you to hold Papa’s hand. We wouldn’t want you getting lost on the way, would we?"</span>, smiles the old man, patting you on the head endearingly.
Extending his hand out for you, you slowly take it, both knowing that play won’t start until you do, and also finding a strangely warm reassurance from the action. Smiling at you with obvious pride, Papa Glover walks you the [[short journey into the nursery|ABDL Job Play Room Main]].<<else>><<if visited("Little Land Nursery") || visited("ABDL Job First Time With Hannah 1") || visited("ABDL Job First Time 1")>>Getting up from his seat with an audible creak, the elderly businessman picks up an old-fashioned clip board and approaches you. With an excited gleam in his eye that you might not otherwise expect from someone of his position, he greets you enthusiastically, <span class="male">"Hello dear. You’re $firstName $secondName, correct? We talked a little earlier, when you came to visit before, and you signed that agreement. I’m sorry that you’ve been brought here today in a less than willing capacity, though I hope you’ll still give us a try. We’re not like a lot of the other businesses in the facility, and we do our best to ensure that the trainees under our care aren’t exploited, so I’m not going to force you to do anything. I do, however, think you’ll love it here if you give it a chance"</span>. <<else>>Getting up from his seat with an audible creak, the elderly businessman picks up an old-fashioned clip board and approaches you. With an excited gleam in his eye that you might not otherwise expect from someone of his position, he greets you enthusiastically, <span class="male">"Hello dear. You’re $firstName $secondName, correct? I don’t think we’ve met before, but I got your record sent over to me when they decided to send you over. My names Papa Glover, at least that’s what the residents of the nursery like to call me, and I’m one of the board of executives for the Little Land Nursery TV show and channel. In fact I’m the CEO. Now, I know you’re probably not very happy right now, and I’m probably a good target for your outrage, for that I wouldn’t blame you, but I’m not planning or trying to do anything untoward towards you. My compliance in your punishment might seem contrary to that, though in my mind I consider it much nicer for me to take you in for a brief stay instead of some insidious punishment being doled out to you by the facility staff. That said, I will, however, need your signature to allow you into the studio. Again, I know asking for favours isn’t something you’ll probably be receptive too, now of all times, but I need it to let you in. If it helps your decision I’ll just be taking you for a tour today, and that’ll include stopping off at a theme park we have built up inside"</span>.
Smiling warmly at you he holds out the clipboard and pen, the affable old man putting you slightly at ease, even if you are in a bad mood over being forced here. On top of that, whilst you get the impression that Papa Glover won’t do anything to you if you refuse, the guard who brought you is another matter. As such, wincing a little, you sign your name to the document, answering defeatedly, <span class="player">"Okay, I’m signing it"</span>.
Nodding understandingly at you, the elderly executive takes the clipboard back from you, flipping to another document. <span class="male">"I know you probably didn’t feel like you had a choice in that, but I still appreciate that you signed it for me. Once more, I’m sorry that you’ve been brought here today in a less than willing capacity, though I hope you’ll still give us a try. We’re not like a lot of the other businesses in the facility, and we do our best to ensure that the trainees under our care aren’t exploited, so I’m not going to force you to do anything. I do, however, think you’ll love it here if you give it a chance"</span>.<</if>>
<span class="male">"Through my position here I’ve managed to convince the other board members to put a lot of the profits back into the show, so the living standards are extremely high. And, because we make most of our profits just from filming the interactions of our littles, you’ll have very few obligations, whilst with us. So, if you decided to stay with us at the end of your time as a facility trainee then you would be assured a very comfortable and enjoyable life with us. I know all that’s a long way away, but I thought it should get it all out of the way before we got started"</span>, he says, adding quietly to the guard who brought you, <span class="male">"I’ll take things from here"</span>, the guard acquiescing silently and leaving.
Taking a moment to check his clipboard for something, he picks the conversation back up, <span class="male">"Ah, yes, almost forgot. There’s a lot to go through dear, but we’re going to take it slow and try to cover every detail so that there’s no unpleasant surprises for you. Now you might not have thought about it given the circumstances, in terms of pay it’s a bit difficult for me to describe exactly how much you’ll make. You see, it varies depending on how much of your footage we can make use of when we cut it down, but even if you just slept through the entire session you’ll still get paid, after all we don’t want any of you to be under pressure to perform. Whilst we don’t directly pay you for wearing appropriate attire, we do often see that those who embrace the little lifestyle do much better in terms of ratings"</span>.
His vision sweeping over the clipboard once more, he rubs his chin in thought. <span class="male">"There’s a few more things, but I think we’ve covered the main ones now dear, so I won’t bore you for much longer. If nothing else, I think going in there and finding something fun to do might put you more at ease"</span>, tapping the clipboard with his fingers thoughtfully, he seems to suddenly remember something, <span class="male">"Oh, yes, that’s what I was going to say. We’ve been talking about a lot of very adult matters, what with pay and your future, and everything. But, as soon as we’re finished here with the introduction, then you’ll be a little under my care, and I’ll be treating you as such. I’m not sure how in the know you are about these things, but it’s easy to get into if you just relax and have fun I hear. I do, however, hope you understand that it’s all a part of the lifestyle you’ll be leading while you’re here, and it would be rude of me to treat you any different. Though, you still might encounter some more ... adult experiences here and there if you go looking for them. So, now’s your last opportunity to ask any adult questions"</span>.
Shaking your head slowly with a sigh, no questions coming to mind, his body language changes subtly. Putting the clipboard back on the desk, he turns back to you with an even wider smile. <span class="male">"Hello $firstName, you look like such a big <<if $femininity <0>>boy<<else>>girl<</if>> don’t you, and adorable too. I don’t know if we’ve met, but I’m one of the people who’ll be looking after you here, Papa Glover. Though most of the young’uns just call me Papa. We’ve got a really fun day of play planned for you today. But, first dear, I think I spot something behind your ear"</span>.
You worry what he’s referencing, unsure if he’s about to do something weird to you. However, you quickly realize what he’s doing. As, putting his hand behind your head, he slowly pulls it back, opening his palm to show you a small golden hard candy. Having to stifle a giggle slightly at the gesture, still trying to keep your grumpy look at being brought here against your will, you take the small treat from him and begin to unwrap it, thanking him quietly as you do. Popping it into your mouth you taste a lovely buttery flavour, which makes you feel a lot more comforted and relaxed as you wait to find out what your day has in store.
<span class="male">"Your ears make candy, and you’re good mannered too! I’m sure you’ll make so many new friends before you know it. I’ve already told the others to expect someone new, so they’re all very excited to see you. I know your first day of nursery must be scary, but they’ve all promised to be on their best behaviour to help make you feel welcome, so there’s nothing to worry about. However, if you ever get scared, or upset, then come find me straight away, okay sweetheart?"</span>, the tone he uses as he talks to you can only be described as grandfatherly. And, combined with the pleasant sweet you’re sucking, you can almost forgive the guard for your abduction to this place.
<span class="male">"So, <<if $femininity <0>>Sport<<else>>Pumpkin<</if>>. Today I’m going to walk you around all the super fun things we have at the nursery, and introduce you to a few of the regulars. I’ll be holding your hand the entire time, and I’m sure everyone will love you. I’ve even got a special present for you for being such a sweet <<if $femininity <0>>boy<<else>>girl<</if>>, and for coming and joining us. But, that’ll have to wait until after you’ve settled in. With that said, let’s get going"</span>, smiles the old man, patting you on the head endearingly.
Extending his hand out for you, it seems as if his comment about holding you hand throughout the day was likely not a turn of phrase. But, begrudgingly, after how nice he’s been you see no reason to fight over it, and take hold of his slightly wrinkled hand, letting yourself be slowly [[led off further into the nursery|ABDL Job First Time 1]].<</if>>Frogmarched through the facility by the guard, you both soon arrive before the nursery, Hannah wailing and complaining the entire way. A brightly coloured facade covered with childish cartoon characters makes it clear this is the place, a slightly wonky sign which reads "Little Land Nursery", with a couple of the letters covered with cutsie love heart topping the tall archway.
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Urged painfully through the wide, open entry, the guard now jerking both of you more regularly, though mostly only whenever Hannah gets particularly loud, you find the room inside to be just as over the top as the entrance. Vibrant murals of unicorns, princesses and teddy bears cover the walls of the foyer. An older looking man with salt and pepper hair sits behind a desk, awaiting your arrival, his immaculate suit out of place in the youthful environment. <<if visited("ABDL Job First Time 1") || visited("Little Land Nursery")>>From your previous interactions, you know this man as Papa Glover, the Little Land Nursery CEO.<</if>>
<<if visited("Little Land Nursery") || visited("ABDL Job First Time 1")>>Getting up from his seat with an audible creak, the elderly businessman picks up an old-fashioned clip board and approaches you. With an excited gleam in his eye that you might not otherwise expect from someone of his position, he greets you both enthusiastically, <span class="male">"Hello dears. You’re $firstName $secondName, and you’re Hannah … just Hannah … correct? We’ve talked a little earlier $firstName, when you came to visit before and you signed that agreement, though I don’t think I’ve met your little friend before, so I’ll have to get her signature in a moment. I’m sorry that you’ve both been brought here today in a less than willing capacity, though I hope you’ll still give us a try. We’re not like a lot of the other businesses in the facility, and we do our best to ensure that the trainees under our care aren’t exploited, so I’m not going to force either you to do anything. That said, I think I have someone who’ll handle your case for you very well. She specializes in diaper cases, to which I hear this all revolves around, so I’m sure you’ll all get along swimmingly"</span>.<<else>>Getting up from his seat with an audible creak, the elderly businessman picks up an old-fashioned clip board and approaches you. With an excited gleam in his eye that you might not otherwise expect from someone of his position, he greets you both enthusiastically, <span class="male">"Hello dears. You’re $firstName $secondName, and you’re Hannah … just Hannah … correct? I don’t think we’ve met before, but I got your records sent over to me when they decided to send you over. My names Papa Glover, at least that’s what the residents of the nursery like to call me, and I’m one of the board of executives for the Little Land Nursery TV show and channel. In fact I’m the CEO. Now, I know you’re probably not very happy right now, and I’m probably a good target for your outrage, for that I wouldn’t blame you, but I’m not planning or trying to do anything untoward towards either of you. My compliance in your punishment might seem contrary to that, though in my mind I consider it much nicer for me to take you both in for a brief stay instead of some insidious punishment being doled out to you by the facility staff. That said, I will, however, need your signature to allow you into the studio. Again, I know asking for favours isn’t something you’ll probably be receptive too, now of all times, but I need it to let you in"</span>.
Smiling warmly at you he holds out the clipboard and pen, the affable old man putting you slightly at ease, even if you are in a bad mood over being forced here. On top of that, whilst you get the impression that Papa Glover won’t do anything to you if you refuse, the guard who brought you is another matter. As such, wincing a little, you sign your name to the document, answering defeatedly, <span class="player">"Okay, I’m signing it"</span>.
Nodding understandingly at you, the elderly executive takes the clipboard back from you, flipping to another similar looking document, probably for Hannah. <span class="male">"I know you probably didn’t feel like you had a choice in that, but I still appreciate that you signed it for me. Once more, I’m sorry that you’ve been brought here today in a less than willing capacity, though I hope you’ll still give us a try. We’re not like a lot of the other businesses in the facility, and we do our best to ensure that the trainees under our care aren’t exploited, so I’m not going to force you to do anything. I do, however, think you’ll love it here if you give it a chance"</span>.<</if>>
<span class="female">"No, not signing it"</span>, Hannah whines sticking her nose up into the air bratty-ly, having moped and sulked silently until now. In response to this, Papa Glover just holds out the clipboard patiently, waiting for her to calm down.
<span class="neutral">"I can make her comply with your request"</span>, the guard who’s been standing by silently until now chimes in ominously.
However, the aging executive just waves them off, <span class="male">"No, everything is fine here"</span>, he answers conversationally, not taking his focus off of Hannah, <span class="male">"We’re fine here, so feel free to be about your way. If I need you back I’ll call you, but you’ll just be standing around bored if you stay I fear"</span>, his pronouncement enough to make the guard finally stand down, turning their back to you and leaving.
<span class="female">"I’m still not going to do it, so you’ll be waiting all day until you let me go"</span>, the pink-clad girl grumbles, her cheeks puffing up in a pretty adorable way, not that you’d probably say that to her face.
Seemingly not perturbed, Papa Glover just waits patiently, only taking a brief break to rub his knees and hiss a little from being on his feet for so long. All the while you’re left to just sit there bored, not sure if that’s better or worse than all the diapers and baby talk. <span class="male">"You know I can’t let you in without your signature dear, but you also know that if you walk out that door now the guards are going to be very angry regardless of what I say. I’m not going to make you sign it like I said before, but I don’t think trying to start a new life out of our foyer is a very practical plan either. We have all the candy you could eat in there, comfy spots for napping, and lots of televisions and games to play. It’s not really a job so much as like going on a very brightly coloured holiday. I’m sure you’d love it if you gave it a chance"</span>.
Replying with another, <span class="female">"Hmphh!"</span>, her nose pointed rudely up into the air once more, you think for a second you see a flicker of indecision in her eyes as she does, as if the reality of the situation is finally dawning on her. Slowly beginning to blush minorly, you think she’s about to say something, but whatever she was going to say gets stopped as a loud yet feminine voice echoes through the large entranceway.
<span class="female">"There they are! Don’t worry Mr Glover, I’ll take it from here. These are the two adorable diaper cherubs aren’t they. I’m sure they are, they just look sweet enough to eat. I’ll take them with me at once"</span><<if $diaperSkill >0 || $abdlTrainerFirstVisit>>, the voice sounding suspiciously that of Aunt Mildred<</if>>.
Whipping your head about rapidly to see who the newcomer is, [[you spot sight of them entering through a side door|ABDL Job First Time With Hannah 2]].Silhouetted in the frame of a nearby unassuming side door is an older looking woman with greying hair and a prodigious set of breasts. Dressed in a long sleeved floor-length brown dress, an apron tied off in front of it, she comes off as having an extremely old-fashioned style about her. <<if $diaperSkill >0 || $abdlTrainerFirstVisit>>Whilst it’s hard to tell from the distance she’s at, especially distracted as you are, you think that she might be Aunt Mildred, her familiar warm vocal tones confirming this in your mind.<</if>>
<span class="male">"Hello there Mildred, I’m glad that you’ve managed to make it here early. I hope I didn’t call you away from anything important. $firstName has signed the release for the channel, but Hannah hasn’t yet. If you want to take them into the playroom or any of the other areas off of it you’ll need her to. Other than that I think you know everything you’ll need to about their predicament"</span>, explains Papa Glover to the new woman, his attention shifting from Hannah.
Coming closer she coos in a cheery voice, <span class="female">"Don’t worry about me Mr Glover, I’ll have them right as rain in no time. I didn’t plan to take them out onto the main floor, but thank you for the heads up, I was instead hoping to spend sometime privately in my rooms with them to help them adjust more comfortably to the nursery. I saw the note about their diaper proclivities, and I’d absolutely delighted to hear so"</span>.
Her bottom lip extending upward in even more of a sulk, the two older people now both completely ignoring her, the stroppy trainee loudly shouts, <span class="female">"I don’t like diapers!"</span>, stomping her feet and starting to turn red faced now, though whether it’s out of embarrassment or anger you can’t tell.
Their eyes both flipping back to Hannah for a moment before meeting each other’s once more, Papa Glover speaks up first, barely restraining a laugh, <span class="male">"I think you’ll have a lot on your hands with that one. I’d say getting her some food and putting her down for a nap might be the best option, though I know you’ve got the both of them to handle. She’s a cute one, when she’s calmed down I bet she’ll be a real little charmer. I leave them both in your trustworthy care Mildred"</span>, the older man returning to his seat, but not before giving you both a little wave, Hannah not able to make contact with him after his comments.
Meanwhile, Mildred looks at you first, stating in a cooing tone, <span class="female">"Hello there $firstName<< if $diaperSkill >0 || $abdlTrainerFirstVisit>>, it’s so good to see you here<<else>>, I’m known as Aunt Mildred around here</if>>. You’ve been very well behaved so far. Now, I know this might all be scary so far, what with big guards and new people, but you don’t need to have a worry in the world here. Lets get you all settled down and then we’ll have a little talk about this place and how wonderful it is"</span>, the older woman tapping you playfully on the nose as she goes past, the tickling sensation making you let out a small giggle despite how unhappy you are at the current situation.
Next turning her attention to Hannah, she takes on a much more strict stance, telling her clearly, <span class="female">"Now listen here missy, you’ve got until the count of ten or I’ll have you over my lap getting spanked right here in this lobby. I’m sure that at least a few people will walk in here hearing all the commotion, and you’ll have to explain to them that you were throwing a tantrum and that’s why you’ve got a sore red bottom. Now, if you don’t want that then you’ll follow me and we’ll get you all settled in"</span>.
Hannah begins to hold her breath, giving you a glare like you should be backing her up in this, but as Aunt Mildred begins counting down from ten you see her will to resist wavering, the promise of punishment making her crack remarkably quickly. Making, <span class="female">"Hmph"</span>, sounds, but sounding less committed to her obstinance by the second, it’s not until Aunt Mildred gets down to the count of two that she fully relents wailing fearfully, <span class="female">"I’m sorry! Please don’t spank me! I’ll follow you!"</span>, a glimmer of light catching her cheek showing to you that a silent tear is rolling down it.
Happy with the response, without saying a word, the older matronly woman grasps Hannah’s hand to no resistance, turning to you and extending her other hand, possibly because she wants to chaperone both of you closely. Seeing as Hannah is willingly going along with it, you just can’t muster the energy to fend off her hand, already feeling tired both physically and emotionally. Instead you let her take your hand too, [[walking you off deeper into a side corridor of the nursery|ABDL Job First Time With Hannah 3]].-Placeholder-
Hello player ^_^
If you're reading this you've reached the end of the Hannah nursery path for the time being. I'm very sorry that this is currently incomplete, however, I needed to get the build out and there’s still a lot of cuteness between you, Hannah and Aunt Mildred to come. Your wait for more content to this shouldn't be much longer, as it's my top priority, but I still feel bad not having this finished.
My recommendation is to make a save on this page for later, as it should update to the new version as of the next update. That way you can play the remainder of this paths scenes and continue on as usual very soon.
Thank you for playing and sorry for the disappointment,
Jpmaggers