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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.
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.<<endif>>
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.
<<endif>>
<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 && $submission <0>><span class="male">"Come on, you ain't going to give me trouble are you? Play nice and you'll be looked after and happy when it's all done"</span>, smiles the agent.<<else>><span class="male">"Don't cause me any trouble, I won't think twice about taking you down a peg with my stun rod and then maybe I'll put the boot in you too"</span>, the agent states as he smiles sadistically at you.<<endif>>
Do you:
[[Meekly get strapped in?|Processing 2][$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; $numberOfComplaints +=1]]Before you is the form asking for your details. Which, the labcoat wearing man is both reading from and filling in for you.
<hr><div align="center"><u><b>New Induction Form</b></u></div>
First Name : <<textbox "$firstName" "John">>
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>
<tr>
Short <<radiobutton "$hairLength" 2>>
</tr>
<tr>
Medium <<radiobutton "$hairLength" 3>>
</tr>
</table>
Eye Colour:<table>
<tr>
Brown <<radiobutton "$eyeColour" "brown" checked>>
</tr>
<tr>
Blue <<radiobutton "$eyeColour" "blue" >>
</tr>
<tr>
Green <<radiobutton "$eyeColour" "green">>
</tr>
<tr>
Grey <<radiobutton "$eyeColour" "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 "$skinTone" "very dark">>
</tr>
</table>
Optional Activities - <i>allows player to gate fetish content - check all content you want to see</i>:
<table>
<tr>
Lactation/HuCows <<checkbox "$lactationPlay" false true>>
</tr>
<tr>
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>
</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 $penis == true>>male<<else>>female<<endif>>
Occupation : none
Hair Colour: $hairColour
Hair Length: <<checkHair>>
Eye Colour: $eyeColour
Height in inches: $height
Skin tone : $skinTone
Optional activites - <i>allows player to gate content</i>:
Lactation/HuCows: $lactationPlay
Watersports : $waterSportsPlay
ABDl/Diapers : $abdlPlay
Diaper Wetting (ABDL additional) : $diaperWettingPlay
Diaper Messing (ABDL additional) : $diaperMessingPlay
Bimbo/Hypnosis: $bimboPlay
Non-Consent: $nonConPlay
<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]]<<endif>><<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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>. 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 $submission <=0>><span class="male">"You can stop causing trouble now, all for the better"</span>, the labcoat wearing man chuckles.
<span class="male">"I'll say"</span>, responds the agent, <span class="male">"Can't wait to get some alone time with her, show her who's in charge around here"</span>.<<endif>>
The government agent starts unstrapping you, but you're too woozy to do much other than get up, supported by the agent. Looking around you can see the other two prisoners still strapped down, however neither of them seem any different than when you saw them earlier.
Do you:
[[Accept what has happened to you?|The Showers 1][$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]]
<<endif>><<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.<<endif>><<endif>>
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<<endif>> 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) || $submission <=0>>, but don't worry I'll be back for you later<<endif>>"</span>.
[[Nude, you walk over to the showers|The Showers 2][$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<<endif>> 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]]<<endif>>.
<<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<<endif>>"</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><<endif>>
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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>.
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]]<<endif>>.<<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 $submission <=2>>just don't cause any trouble, whatever you think of me, I'm much nicer than the boys you'll meet if you start being a problem<<else>>keep doing what you're doing, they'll mess you up if they think you're a problem and you're already such a good girl it'd be a shame<<endif>>"</span>, states Agent Davis.
As you're about to reply the doors slide open onto a large open room with vaulted ceilings. The floors are all the same plush carpet as the lift though the colour varies in a pattern of blocks that changes as it continues down the room. Lots of plants and flowers line the walls in pot plants and large hanging planters are suspended high in the air. The walls have the same design as the lift, however, instead of a burgundy coloured wall paper the paper is instead coloured an airy cream. The center of the room is filled with sofas and a number of other recreational devices ranging from gaming rigs to old fashioned snooker tables. <span class="male">"This is where you'll be staying until you get auctioned or pay to get moved to a better dorm"</span>, adds the agent as you stand in surprise at the room, you were honestly expecting something less ... nice.
Agent Davis leads you over to a door mid way along the left wall, with an LCD screen that states, <span class="neutral">"$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<<endif>>"</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<<endif>>
<<if $femininity >= 0>>Femininity = $femininity<<else>>Masculinity = <<set $masculinity = 0-$femininity>>$masculinity<<endif>>
G.G.P = $ggp
Time = <<checkTime>>
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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>. <<if $skinType == 3 || $skinType == 4>>The parts of your skin that are visible<<else>>You<<endif>> have a $skinTone skin tone. 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<<endif>>. If you had to describe what you are, you'd say you were <<if $ears==0 && $tail==0 && $skinType==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 $ear==5 && $tail==4 && $hornType==1>>a cute yet placid cow<<elseif $ear==5 && $tail==4 && $hornType==2>>a fierce minotaur<<else>>unsure what you were, a mixed species<<endif>> <<if $vagina && $penis>>hermaphrodite<<elseif $vagina>>girl<<elseif $penis>>boy<<endif>>.
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 $eyeColour coloured eyes, 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<<endif>>. Working further down your face, your lips are <<checkLips>> in nature. <<if $ears == 1 || $ears == 2 || $ears == 3>>On the top of your head you have a pair of obvious $hairColour coloured <<if $ears == 1>>cat<<elseif $ears == 2>>dog<<elseif $ears == 3>>bunny<<elseif $ears == 5>>cow<<endif>> ears.<<elseif $ears==4>>Coming out of the sides of your head, where someone would normally expect ears, are a pair of futuristic robotic antenna.<<elseif $ears==0>>You have a pair of normal ears, placed where you would usually expect.<<endif>> <<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<<endif>>.<<endif>>
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<<endif>>. <<if $lactating>>Occasional drops of <<checkLactationDescription>> <<checkLactationType>> randomly fall from your nipples, your incredible production causing spontaneous bouts of lactation.<<endif>>
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<<endif>>. In the rear, you have a <<checkAss>> pair of buttocks<<if $tail==1>>, a cute $hairColour cat tail emerging from the end of your spine and hanging lazily down between them<<elseif $tail == 2>>, a fluffy $hairColour dog tail emerging from the end of your spine and wagging happily behind you<<elseif $tail == 3>>, a cute small $hairColour bunny tail emerging from the end of your spine, occasionally wiggling slightly, emphasising your ass<<elseif $tail == 4>>, a puffball ended cow tail emerging from the end of your spine, occasionally swaying restlessly, emphasising your ass<<endif>>. 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.<<endif>> In terms of underwear you are currently wearing <<if $currentUnderwear=="Nothing" || $currentUnderwear=="Naked">>no underwear at all.<<else>> $currentUnderwear.<<endif>> <<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>>.<<endif>><<if $diaperMessingPlay>> The current messiness of your diaper is <<checkDiaperMess>>.<<endif>><<if $diaperLocked>> The diaper has been locked onto you, stopping you from removing it outside of sanctioned situations.<<endif>><<endif>>
<hr><b><u>Detailed Appearance Breakdown:</u></b>
<b>Body Details:</b>
Appearance: <<checkFem>>
Skin Tone: $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<<endif>>
Vagina: <<if $vagina>>yes<<else>>no<<endif>>
Penis: <<if $penis>>yes<<else>>no<<endif>><<if $penis>><br>Penis Size: <<checkPenis>><<endif>>
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<<else>>none<<endif>>
<b>Facial Details:</b>
Hair Length: <<checkHair>>
Hair Colour: $hairColour
Hair Style: $hairStyle
Eye Colour: $eyeColour
Lip Size: <<checkLips>>
Ears: <<if $ears == 1>>cat<<elseif $ears == 2>>dog<<elseif $ears == 3>>bunny<<elseif $ears==4>>robotic antenna<<else>>normal<<endif>>
Horns: <<if $hornType == 1>>cow<<elseif $hornType == 2>>bull<<else>>none<<endif>><<if $lactationPlay>><br><br><b>Lactation Details:</b><br>Lactating: <<if $lactating>>yes<<else>>no<<endif>><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: $lactationBoosterSpeed<br>Amount Of Lactation Storage Boosters Used: $lactationBoosterStorage<br>Lactation Type: <<checkLactationType>><<endif>>
<b>Clothing Details:</b>
Clothing Worn: $currentClothing
Underwear Worn: $currentUnderwear<<if $diaperWettingPlay>><br>Diaper Wetness Level: $diaperWetCounter<<endif>><<if $diaperMessingPlay>><br>Diaper Mess Level: $diaperMessCounter<<endif>><<if $diaperMessingPlay || $diaperWettingPlay>><br>Diaper Locked: $diaperLocked<<endif>>
<<back [[Return to game|$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.<<endif>> At least your eyes are still $eyeColour<<if $lipSize ==0>> and your lips are still <<checkLips>> in size<<endif>>, that's something at least.
You follow the reflection down your body, <<if $submission <= 2>>fearing<<else>>anticipating<<endif>> 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<<endif>>. <<if $assSize >0>>Turning slightly, you get a good view of your <<checkAss>> behind, jiggling minorly as you move.<<endif>>
Having given yourself a look over, you start to feel your lust catch up to you now. Without anything to distract yourself with your body is heating up and you feel an overwhelming feeling of horniness. Maybe sating your desires wouldn't be a bad idea, though you're not sure how much time you have.
Do you:
[[Masturbate?|Masturbate In Showers][$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<<endif>>.
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]].The <<if $roomLevel ==1>>normal sized<<elseif $roomLevel ==2>>large sized<<else>>huge sized<<endif>> room is carpeted in a thick cream carpet, whilst the walls are a <<if $roomColour ==0>>pastel pink<<else>>pale blue<<endif>> 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.<<endif>>
The main feature is a large <<if $bedType ==0>>pink<<else>>blue<<endif>> painted four poster canopy bed with pale <<if $bedType ==0>>pink<<else>>blue<<endif>> 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 <<if $roomColour ==0>>pale pink<<else>>pastel blue<<endif>> set of bookshelves, a <<if $roomColour ==0>>pastel pink<<else>>pale blue<<endif>> desk with a large touch screen sticking out the top of it and a large pastel <<if $wardrobeType ==0>>pink<<else>>blue<<endif>> wardrobe of a decidedly <<if $bedType ==0>>feminine<<else>>masculine<<endif>> design. <<if $inventory.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. <<endif>><<if $inventory.indexOf("Giant teddy bear") != -1>>In the rooms corner sits a [[7 foot tall teddy bear|followDestination('Room Giant Teddy Bear')]], his giant fluffy frame one of the first things you see as you enter. <<endif>><<if $inventory.indexOf("Neon unicorn painting") != -1>>The wall beside your bed features a [[hypnotizingly beautiful painting|followDestination('Room Neon Unicorn Painting')]], its image that of a neon unicorn. <<endif>><<if $inventory.indexOf("Robotic changing table") != -1>>Against one wall, your robotic changing table rests, [[ready to change your used diapers|followDestination('Room Robotic Changing Table')]]. <<endif>><<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.<<endif>>
The tablet on your desk shows a black background with a faint yellow smiley face faded into the background.
[[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?<<elseif $diaperLocked>>You can't masturbate as you're locked in your diaper<<else>>[[Masturbate|Masturbate]]<<endif>>
<<if $time !=7>>Too early to sleep<<else>>[[Sleep|Sleep]]<<endif>>
<<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><<endif>><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 $penis>>cock<<else>>pussy<<endif>>. But you're going to get really tired pulling them up and down all the time, maybe later we can cut a fuck hole in them"<<endif>></span>, Tilly contributes.
<span class="bimbo">"Also I like almost forgot. Now I get to tell you all about Good Girl Points. They're like a currency inside The Repurposing Center for all us girls who live here. Whenever we do nice fun stuff they give us some, and if we do stuff they don't like they can take them away. Plus they'll take some of them away everyday, like rent, and like if you have a bigger room or stuff like that they'll take more. But they're also really good because you can spend them on fun things, and pretty things, and things that'll make you pretty and all sorts of awesome stuff. Just make sure to have enough to pay your rent or they'll take you straight to the auctions, plus they'll probably tell everyone you're no fun and were lazy"</span>, lectures Tilly as she slowly works her way through what you feel might be a rehearsed speech.
<span class="bimbo">"But also what's so much better than that is we get to work out how much of a good girl you've been so far"</span>, giggles Tilly.
<hr>
<b>G.G.P. Earnings Report - Induction</b>
<<if ($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><<endif>><<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><<endif>><<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><<endif>><<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><<endif>><<if $timesVaginallyFucked >=1>><br>Provided agent sexual relief: G.G.P + 200<<set $ggp+=200>><br><<endif>><<if $volunteered>><br>Volunteered for the program: G.G.P + 1000<<set $ggp+=1000>><br><<endif>>
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<<endif>>"</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<<endif>>. 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>><<endif>><<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 $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>>
<<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">>
<<set $eyeColour = "vaguely">>
/* 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 */
<<set $ears = 0>>
/* tail 0 = normal, tail 1 = cat, tail 2 = dog, tail 3 = bunny, tail 4 = cow */
<<set $tail = 0>>
/* horn 0 = none, horn 1 = cow, horn 2 = minotaur */
<<set $hornType = 0>>
<<set $height = 70>>
<<set $skinTone = "unknown">>
/* skinType 0 = normal, skinType 1 = short fur, skinType 2 = long fur, skinType 3 = metal, skinType 4 = plastic */
<<set $skinType = 0>>
/* altColour determines fur or alternate skin type colour
<<set $altColour = "undefined">>
/* 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 $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 $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 $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 $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>>
<<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>>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!<<endif>><<endif>>. 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><<endif>>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><<endif>><<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.<<endif>>
Select Option:
<<if $time !=7>>[[Select work|Select Work]]<<else>>To late to work, go to bed.<<endif>>
<<if $time !=7>>[[Select training|Select Training]]<<else>>To late to train, go to bed.<<endif>>
<<if $time !=7>>[[Select contacts|Contacts]]<<else>>To late to socialise, go to bed.<<endif>>
<<if $time !=7>>[[Select other schedule options|Select Other]]<<else>>To late to undertake other tasks, go to bed.<<endif>>
[[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 $bedType ==0>>[img[TRCimgs/Bedroom/PinkBed.png]]<<else>>[img[TRCimgs/Bedroom/BlueBed.png]]<<endif>>
<<set $random = random(1,6)>><<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]]>><<else>>You have a dreamless sleep.<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>.
[[Wake up| interuptDestinationDay('Wake Up') ]]<<if lastVisited("Sleep") == 1>><<set $ggp +=50>><<set $time = 1>><<endif>>No endings yet available, if you've been sent here as a result of not being able to pay your upkeep, as of this current build you're lucky.
Auction Prep - The player has been sent or choose to go to auction. Player gets transported to auction floor and prepared. Player gets to interact with some of their potential buyers and find out about them. Player is then sent on to the actual auction. Going to auction is the main way to finish a playthrough though the player may also find bad endings from certain actions within the sandbox. Unless the player runs out of G.G.P there is no other option which forces a player to auction so sandbox is continuous until player decideds to get ending. Auction will use player variables to determine npcs who are interested, npcs will then bid using random amounts based on interest in pc and how rich they are. Player can influence outcome by having large amounts of G.G.P letting them choose which of the highest bidders they want to be their new owner.
[[Returning to room hub will not be an option when implemented|followDestination('Room Hub')]] Sitting in your room, you think of all the ways you could work to fulfil your burning need.
Do you:
<<if $vagina>>[[Masturbate your vagina by playing with your clit|Vagina Masturbate Clit][$timesMasturbated +=1; $actionAmountCurrent +=1]]
[[Masturbate your vagina with your fingers|Vagina Masturbate Finger][$timesMasturbated +=1; $actionAmountCurrent +=1]]<<else>>Masturbate your vagina by playing with your clit - You don't have a vagina
Masturbate your vagina with your fingers - You don't have a vagina<<endif>>
[[Masturbate your Ass with your fingers|Anal Masturbate Finger][$timesMasturbated +=1; $actionAmountCurrent +=1]]
<<if $penis>>[[Masturbate your penis with your hand|Cock Masturbate Hand][$timesMasturbated +=1; $actionAmountCurrent +=1]]<<else>>Masturbate your penis with your hand - You don't have a penis<<endif>><<if $penis && $vagina>><br><br>[[Masturbate your penis and your vagina with your hands|Herm Masturbate Hand][$timesMasturbated +=1; $actionAmountCurrent +=1]]<<endif>>
[[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.
<span class="female">"I'm really ... sorry <<if $femininity >=0>>miss<<else>>mister<<endif>>, 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<<endif>>, I'm sorry <<if $femininity >=0>>miss<<else>>mister<<endif>> 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.
<span class="female">"Hi <<if $femininity >=0>>miss <<else>>mister <<endif>>$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.<<endif>>
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 $mobileView>><a data-passage="Shopping Hub">Leave building</a><<else>><div align="center"><a data-passage="Shopping Hub"><img src="TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitDark.jpg" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitLight.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/ButtonExitDark.jpg'"/></a></div><<endif>>You select the work selection option and the screen changes into a list of available jobs and their descriptions, broken up by whether they are normal or continuous.
Job Options:
Normal Job Options:
[[Choose glory-hole job|Travel To][$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.<<endif>><<if visited("Little Land Nursery") && $abdlPlay>><br><br>[[Choose Little Land Nursery ABDL job|Travel To][$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.<<endif>>
[[Choose lab testing job|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Lab Testing Job Main']] - Contribute to science by testing new products and procedures for the facility, low skilled, non-sexual job, varying pay.
[[Choose boring job|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Boring Job']] - Work a boring, low skilled, non-sexual job, low paying but at least you're being slightly productive.
Continuous Job Options:
<<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)<<endif>>
[[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.
Contacts List:
[[Contact Agent Davis]]
[[Contact Tilly]]
[[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.
Training Options:
Paid Training options:
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
Paying Training options:
<<if $diaperWettingPlay == true || $diaperMessingPlay == true>>[[Choose Diaper Training|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Diaper Training Main']] - Be trained to understand the usefulness of diapers - 1000 G.G.P<br><<elseif $diaperSkill == 3>>[[Choose Diaper Training|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Diaper Training Main']] - Be trained to understand the usefulness of diapers - 100 G.G.P - You've already mastered this skill<br><<endif>><<if $bimboPlay == true>><br>[[Choose Bimbo Training|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Bimbo Training Main']] - Be trained to have more fun, who doesn't want that? - 1000 G.G.P<br><<elseif $bimboSkill == 3>><br>[[Choose Bimbo Training|Travel To][$intendedLocation = 'Diaper 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><<endif>>
[[Back to tablet main screen|Use Tablet]]You open your large <<if $wardrobeType ==0>>pink<<else>>blue<<endif>> 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]]<<endif>>
You are currently wearing: <<if $currentClothing=="nothing" || $currentClothing=="Naked">>Nothing at all, you're naked<<else>> $currentClothing<<endif>>
Your currently worn underwear: <<if $currentUnderwear=="Nothing" || $currentUnderwear=="Naked">>No underwear at all<<else>> $currentUnderwear<<endif>>
Wardrobe Contents:
<<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Naked") != -1>>[[Get Naked|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "Naked"]]<br><br><<endif>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Long Blue Dress") != -1>>[[Long Blue Dress|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "Long Blue Dress"]]<br><br><<endif>><<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><<endif>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Green Floral Summer Dress") != -1>>[[Green Floral Summer Dress|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "Green Floral Summer Dress"]]<br><br><<endif>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Pink Hoodie and Yoga Pants") != -1>>[[Pink Hoodie and Yoga Pants|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "Pink Hoodie and Yoga Pants"]]<br><br><<endif>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Short Pink Latex Bodycon Dress") != -1>>[[Short Pink Latex Bodycon Dress|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "Short Pink Latex Bodycon Dress"]]<br><br><<endif>><<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><<endif>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Pink Short Silky Party Dress") != -1>>[[Pink Short Silky Party Dress|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "Pink Short Silky Party Dress"]]<br><br><<endif>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Club B Promo Girl Bikini") != -1>>[[Club B Promo Girl Bikini|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "Club B Promo Girl Bikini"]]<br><br><<endif>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Sexy Santa Dress") != -1>>[[Sexy Santa Dress|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "Sexy Santa Dress"]]<br><br><<endif>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Black Fishnet Bodysuit") != -1>>[[Black Fishnet Bodysuit|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "Black Fishnet Bodysuit"]]<br><br><<endif>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Silver Bikini Set") != -1>>[[Silver Bikini Set|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "Silver Bikini Set"]]<br><br><<endif>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Pink Miniskirt With No Top") != -1>>[[Pink Miniskirt With No Top|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "Pink Miniskirt With No Top"]]<br><br><<endif>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Denim Shorts With No Top") != -1>>[[Denim Shorts With No Top|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "Denim Shorts With No Top"]]<br><br><<endif>><<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><<endif>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Blue Teddy Bear Patterned Romper") != -1>>[[Blue Teddy Bear Patterned Romper|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "Blue Teddy Bear Patterned Romper"]]<br><br><<endif>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("Purple Unicorn Patterned Onesie") != -1>>[[Purple Unicorn Patterned Onesie|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "Purple Unicorn Patterned Onesie"]]<br><br><<endif>><<if $wardrobe.indexOf("White Short Frilly Silk Dress") != -1>>[[White Short Frilly Silk Dress|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentClothing = "White Short Frilly Silk Dress"]]<br><br><<endif>><<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><<endif>>
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><<endif>><<if $underwear.indexOf("Naked") != -1>>[[Go without underwear|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentUnderwear = "Naked"]]<br><br><<endif>><<if $underwear.indexOf("Plain White Panties") != -1>>[[Plain White Panties|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentUnderwear = "Plain White Panties"]]<br><br><<endif>><<if $underwear.indexOf("Frilly Pink Hipster Brief Panties") != -1>>[[Frilly Pink Hipster Brief Panties|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentUnderwear = "Frilly Pink Hipster Brief Panties"]]<br><br><<endif>><<if $underwear.indexOf("Black G-String Thong") != -1>>[[Black G-String Thong|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentUnderwear = "Black G-String Thong"]]<br><br><<endif>><<if $underwear.indexOf("Grey Boxershorts") != -1>>[[Grey Boxershorts|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentUnderwear = "Grey Boxershorts"]]<br><br><<endif>><<if $underwear.indexOf("Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper") != -1>>[[Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentUnderwear = "Plain White Reusable Cotton Diaper"]]<br><br><<endif>><<if $underwear.indexOf("Shop Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper") != -1>>[[Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentUnderwear = "Blue Patterned Cotton Reusable Diaper"]]<br><br><<endif>><<if $underwear.indexOf("Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper") != -1>>[[Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper|Wardrobe & Makeup][$currentUnderwear = "Pink Frilly Silk Reusable Diaper"]]<br><br><<endif>><<endif>>
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<<endif>>
<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 breath 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>.
Facility Warden:
deamonmaster x 3 - voluntary TF start, ass and thigh stats, experimental BE procedure and ending, lab experiment job, bimbo club job (in progress), bimbo exhibitionist content (in progress)
Erin Blanche x 3 - ABDL reactions and helper (in progress), School Job – With ABDL version (in progress), vent living NPC with quest (in progress)
Facility Regular:
Malus x 4 - Malus: ABDL male little (can be met for the first time in the recreational hub), Malus ABDL eating competition (in progress), extra Malus encounters (in progress)
Vicious Koala x 2 - Hannah: trainee and bully – ABDL related content (in progress)
Facility Client:
Mike x 2
Repurposed Graduate:
An Oracle x 2
Babyluka x 5
Steven macintosh
Stephen
Subbie Slut
Alex x 2
Dude George x 4
Stefan Guadaganini x 3
Thomas
Allthegood x 4
Jeddaven x 6
power_puffG
dempsey
Wim x 2
MBN x 2
Lobolemerik x 3
Autumn Jeane Lawton
GannonPower
Seras x 5
Cameron Locke x 5
Not Willing x 5
alia muss x 2
Cutthroatjake x 5
Shawn Cross x 2
Repurposed Trainee:
That Smirking Cat x 4
Novamarauder x 4
Dude George
Drunken-pope x 2
Ode to venus
Deamonmaster x 3
Jan Oswald
Pyrogenic x 4
Gregory Johnson
Nuggets
Balthamel19
3F
mutatiio x 2
Phaos x 7
Alphonse Uno
Frosty TB x 2
mahdeennave x 3
Nora Nox x 4
Dante45 x 3
Michael Hupton
JedCavitt
Kieran alexander
Dapp Dan
Alice x 2
Michael Hupton
Zzq x 4
Michael Fendley
Vasadariu x 4
allthegood
Hymne
Dylan Meyers
Xiponk x 2
Sheenariel x 5
Asara Dreemurr
Moon x 2
Akuhei
Wolfhound3060 x 3
WhatJustHappened x 3
Ray Wolf x 3
Nephili x 7
Timithios x 7
glocknar x2
Deredec Corentin x 7
Shawn Cross
Geisttower x 6
thomas bernard x 5
Aoth x 4
Autumn Jean Lawton
Koronor x 2
AirborneDragon x 4
Deadie
Colin E
Shane
Alexander Mackenzie
WillCaulder
Karl Dagenais-Gagné x 3
Maurice Conchis x 4
George Washington x 5
Christian Southworth
Steven Olson x 2
Deleyo x 2
Kusoneko
Karl Loughey x 2
Lobolemerik
Sameer x 2
Chris
sissy
FlamingOverlord x 6
Harry Franklins
Kitsunelord1994
Jace Hickey
Ruben Gomez
mike m
eddie holland
Azurra x 3
Joshua Booath x 2
Sam x 6
Athanasios Kountouras x 2
Kam x 2
Somedude x 3
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Special Thanks:
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
Programs and websites used:
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.<<endif>>
<<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 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]]>><<else>>You see nothing out of the ordinary as you walk around the dormitory atrium.<<endif>>
Do you:<<if $inventory.indexOf("R&D Department key card") != -1>><br><br>[[Use key card to access R&D department for Alice|followDestination('Alice Body Quest Start')]]<<endif>>
[[Go back to your room|followDestination('Room Hub')]]
<<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><<endif>>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]]<<endif>>
[[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.<<endif>>
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<<endif>>.
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.<<endif>>
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<<endif>> 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.<<endif>>
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.<<endif>>
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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>> 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.<<endif>>
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.<<endif>>
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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
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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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
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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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
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<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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; $ggp -= 100]] - 100 G.G.P<<endif>>
<<if !$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; $ggp -= 100]] - 100 G.G.P<<endif>>
<<if !$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; $ggp -= 500]] - 500 G.G.P<<endif>>
<<if !$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; $ggp -= 1000]] - 1000 G.G.P<<endif>>
<<if !$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<<endif>>
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<<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<<endif>><<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; $incontinenceTreatment = false]] - 5000 G.G.P<<endif>><<else>>[[Volunteer to have an experiment incontinence chip inserted|Experimental Incontinence Gain][$ggp += 2000; $incontinenceTreatment = true]] - Gain 2000 G.G.P<<endif>><<endif>>
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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<<endif>>. 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]]<<endif>>
[[Ask Dr Radcliff about himself|Dr Radcliff Ask About Self]]
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[[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<<endif>> 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>, 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>>On top of your <<checkHair>> $hairColour hair you have a pair of cute $hairColour <<if $ears == 1>>cat<<elseif $ears == 2>>dog<<elseif $ears == 3>>bunny<<elseif $ears == 5>>cow<<endif>> ears<<elseif $ears == 4>>Coming out the sides of your head, through your $hairColour hair you have a pair of fancy and futuristic looking robotic antenna ears<<endif>>.
[["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:
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<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>></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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
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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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
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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)<<endif>>
<<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)<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<if $ggp <500>>Giant teddy bear - 500 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $inventory.indexOf("Giant teddy bear") != -1>>Giant teddy bear - 500 G.G.P - You already own a one<<else>>[[Giant teddy bear|Shop Item Giant Teddy Bear][$ggp -= 500]] - 500 G.G.P<<endif>>
<<if $ggp <500>>Neon unicorn painting - 500 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $inventory.indexOf("Neon unicorn painting") != -1>>Neon unicorn painting - 500 G.G.P - You already own a one<<else>>[[Neon unicorn painting|Shop Item Neon Unicorn Painting][$ggp -= 500]] - 500 G.G.P<<endif>>
</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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<if $ggp <1000>>Robotic changing table - 1000 G.G.P - Can't afford<<elseif $inventory.indexOf("Robotic changing table") != -1>>Robotic changing table - 1000 G.G.P - You already own a one<<else>>[[Robotic changing table|Shop Item Robotic Changing Table][$ggp -= 1000]] - 1000 G.G.P<<endif>>
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[[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<<endif>>. 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]]<<endif>>
[[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]]<<endif>>
[[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>><br><br><<include [[Wake Up Day 7]]>><<elseif !visited("Little Land Nursery") && $abdlPlay>><br><br><<include [[Wake Up ABDL Job Hint]]>><<endif>>
<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<<endif>>.<<if $lactating && $lactationPlay>><br><br><<include [[Wake Up Lactating]]>><<endif>>
[[Get out of bed|Room Hub]]<<addTime>>You make your selection and leave your room heading to your destination.
<<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>><<include [[Travel To Cum Filled Lift Start]]>><<else>>You see nothing out of the ordinary as you make your way to your destination.<<endif>><<if $lactating && $lactationPlay>><br><br><<include [[Travel To Lactating]]>><<endif>>
<<if $bimboSkill >0>><<set $random = random(1,10)>><<if $random <= $bimboSkill>><<set $intendedLocation = "Bimbo Interrupt Main">><<endif>><<endif>>[[Head to location| interuptDestinationTime( $intendedLocation ) ]]<<set $earnings = 0>><<addTime>>You head to the lift and make your selection to go back to your dormitory.
<<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]]>><<else>>You see nothing out of the ordinary as you make your way from the lift.<<endif>><<if $lactating && $lactationPlay>><br><br><<include [[Travel Back Lactating]]>><<endif>>
[[Head back to your room| interuptDestinationTime( 'Room Hub' ) ]]
<<set $ggp +=50>><<set $random = random(1,100)>><<if $random<=50>><<include [[Boring Job Mopping]]>><<else>><<include [[Boring Job Sign Post]]>><<endif>>
You spend the next few hours taking part in your boring menial task. A metallic voice finally announces, <span class="neutral">"$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 [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]].<<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're already naked so don't need to get undressed<<endif>>.
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<<endif>>.
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>><<endif>>.
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<<endif>> 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.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.
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?<<endif>>"</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<<endif>>.
<<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]]<<endif>><<if $sexualPreference != 2>><br><br>[[Select female clients|Glory Hole Job Female]]<<endif>><<if $sexualPreference ==0>><br><br>[[Select mixed clients|Glory Hole Job Mixed]]<<endif>><<endif>>
<<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 $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>you're already naked so don't need to get undressed<<endif>>.
<span class="male">"Good, that makes everything much more simple. You play along and do a good job and I'll look after you. I have at least a few workers here who I bought at the end of their training. You could do a lot worse than ending up here. However, if you try and hurt any of my clients you'll regret it, but only briefly"</span>, pausing briefly for effect, he then continues, <span class="male">"Seeing as you're new here we have a training device to get you used to working here as I'm not sure of any previous experience you might have. Try to put some effort in, you're getting paid and you don't even have to deal with any clients"</span>.
He walks over to a door next to his desk, unlike the others, and opens it letting you see a small cubicle with a small screen to one side and a hole at about waist height in the wall facing you as you look in. Mr Qwick looks at you, <span class="male">"Just head in and follow what the computer tells you, it's really simple stuff"</span>.
Do you:
[[Comply happily, ready to start your new job|Glory Hole Job First Time][$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]]<<endif>><<set $random = random(1,2)>><<if $random==1>><<include [[Glory Hole Female Client 1]]>><<elseif $random==2>><<include [[Glory Hole Female Client 2]]>><<endif>>
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 * 25)>><<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<<endif>><<if $oralSexSkill !=0>><br><br>Bonus for oral sex skill : <<set $holderInt = $oralSexSkill * 25>>G.G.P + $holderInt<<endif>>
Overall earned G.G.P = $earnings
<hr>
With your pay received you clean up<<if $currentClothing != "Naked" || $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>, put back on your clothing<<endif>> and [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]].<<set $random = random(1,2)>><<if $random==1>><<include [[Glory Hole Male Client 1]]>><<elseif $random==2>><<include [[Glory Hole Male Client 2]]>><<endif>>
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 * 25)>><<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<<endif>><<if $oralSexSkill !=0>><br><br>Bonus for oral sex skill : <<set $holderInt = $oralSexSkill * 25>>G.G.P + $holderInt<<endif>>
Overall earned G.G.P = $earnings
<hr>
With your pay received you clean up<<if $currentClothing != "Naked" || $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>, put back on your clothing<<endif>> and [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]].<<set $random = random(1,4)>><<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]]>><<endif>>
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 * 25)>><<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<<endif>><<if $oralSexSkill !=0>><br><br>Bonus for oral sex skill : <<set $holderInt = $oralSexSkill * 25>>G.G.P + $holderInt<<endif>>
Overall earned G.G.P = $earnings
<hr>
With your pay received you clean up<<if $currentClothing != "Naked" || $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>, put back on your clothing<<endif>> and [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]].<<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.<<endif>> 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<<endif>>
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 <<endif>>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. <<endif>>
<<if $vagina>><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.
<<endif>>
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<<endif>>, 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><<endif>>, 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" || $currentUnderwear != "Naked">> and put back on your clothing<<endif>>. <span class="male">"I hope you had fun, just a short session to get you started, come back anytime"</span>, adds Mr Qwick as you begin to leave through the staff door.
You think about your opinion of what just happened as you travel back to your room, was it:
[[A lot of fun|followDestination('Travel Back')][$submission +=5]]
[[Something you had to do|followDestination('Travel Back')]]
[[Horrible, you don't ever want to be in that situation again|followDestination('Travel Back')][$submission -=5]]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<<endif>> 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.<<endif>>
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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
[[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<<endif>> $firstName"</span>, whispers Anna as she stumbles, grabbing for a laminated menu, listing the hair colour options. After taking a moment to recompose herself, her face having turned a deep red, she gracefully hands you the catalogue, filled with pictures of the different hair colour options.
<hr>
Hair Colour Menu:<table>
<tr>
<td>Brown</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$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.<<endif>>
<<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 && $random>=16>><<include [[Shopping Hub Cum Drink Stand Start]]>><<else>>You see nothing out of the ordinary as you walk around the main shopping hub.<<endif>><<if ($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]]?<<endif>>
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 $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><<endif>><span class="female">"These are the options available for hair style <<if $femininity >=0>>miss<<else>>mister<<endif>> $firstName"</span>, whispers Anna as she stumbles, grabbing for a laminated menu, listing the hair style options. After taking a moment to recompose herself, her face having turned a deep red, she gracefully hands you the catalogue, filled with pictures of the different hair style options.
<hr>
Hair Colour Menu:<table>
<tr>
<td>Straight</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$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><<endif>>
</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><<endif>>
</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><<endif>>
</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><<endif>>
</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><<endif>>
</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><<endif>>
</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><<endif>>
</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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>> $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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>> $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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>> 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]]<<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 shopping hub and try to decide where to go next.<<endif>>
<<set $random = random(1,100)>><<if $random<=5 && $random>=1>><<include [[Recreational Hub Club B Promo]]>><<elseif $random<=10 && $random>=6>><<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.<<endif>>
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 $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><<endif>><<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.<<endif>>
<<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]]>><<else>>You see nothing out of the ordinary as you walk around the sexual services hub.<<endif>>
Do you:<<if visited("Glory Hole Job Main")>><br><br><a data-passage="Glory Hole">Go to Qwick Fuck Glory-Hole</a><<endif>><<if visited("Brothel Job Main")>><br><br><a data-passage="Brothel">Go to Sarah's Den of Opulence</a><<endif>><<if visited("Exhibitionism Training Main") >0>><br><br>[[Go over and spend some time with Ashley|Sexual Hub Spend Time With Ashley]]<<endif>>
<<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><<endif>><<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.<<endif>>
<<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>><<include [[Fetish Hub Latex Puppy Start]]>><<else>>You see nothing out of the ordinary as you walk around the fetish services hub.<<endif>>
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><<endif>>
<<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><<endif>>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.
<<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" laughs the large shirtless, bold man you know as Mr Qwick. "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.<<endif>>
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><<endif>>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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>> $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<<endif>>"</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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>> $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<<endif>>"</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<<endif>> 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. <<endif>>
<<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]]>><<endif>><<endif>>
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<<endif>>, 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>><<endif>><<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]]>><<endif>><<endif>>with your training complete, you clean up and [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]].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.<<endif>>
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><<endif>>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 $davisRelationship >=50 && !$davisIsDating>>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<<endif>>. 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]]<<endif>>
[[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]]<<endif>><<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]]<<endif>>
[[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>
<<back [[Return to game|$return]]>>[[Examine Self]]
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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]].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.
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<<endif>>"</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<<endif>>. 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]]<<endif>><<if $sexualPreference != 2>><br><br>[[Select female clients|Brothel Job Female]]<<endif>><<if $sexualPreference ==0>><br><br>[[Select mixed clients|Brothel Job Mixed]]<<endif>><<endif>>
<<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 $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>you're already naked so don't need to get undressed<<endif>>. <span class="female">"Good"</span>, nods Miss Sarah, looking you over, <span class="female">"I can work with this"</span>, she murmurs to herself.
Opening the wooden door out of the room, she leads you down a plush red themed corridor, decorated with paintings and wall tapestries. You even make out a few weapons mounted on the walls, tasteful placards describing what they are, including a dark ages short sword that once belonged to a lord and a kusarigama that apparently was used by a famed assassin. Following onward you finally arrive at a door listed, <span class="neutral">"The Queen Suite"</span>, which your boss opens by simply approaching. As she enters, she looks back at you impatiently as if asking if you're coming in.
Do you:
[[Comply happily ready to start your new job|Brothel Job First Time][$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]]<<endif>><<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<<endif>>. 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 $vagina>>Your pussy<<else>>Your dick<<endif>> thrums with unfulfilled need <<if !$vagina>>,your balls ache, as if trying to will a release into reality, <<endif>>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<<endif>>. <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<<endif>>, 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.<<endif>><<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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>.<<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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>. <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>.<<endif>>
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 && $resisted == false>><span class="neutral">"Completed training : G.G.P + 100"</span><<else>><span class="neutral">"Reluctant training : G.G.P + 50"</span><<endif>>, it reads, plastered in bold text across it. The door behind you clicking open, a towel handed to you by your boss, the brothel mistress, Miss Sarah.
You think about your opinion of what just happened as you travel back to your room, was it:
[[A lot of fun|followDestination('Travel Back')][$submission +=5]]
[[Something you had to do|followDestination('Travel Back')]]
[[Horrible, you don't ever want to be in that situation again|followDestination('Travel Back')][$submission -=5]]<<set $random = random(1,2)>><<if $random==1>><<include [[Brothel Job Male Client 1]]>><<elseif $random==2>><<include [[Brothel Job Male Client 2]]>><<endif>>
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<<endif>>.
<<set $random = random(2,4)>><<set $earnings += ($random *50)>><<if $breastSize >=4>><<set $earnings += 50>><<endif>><<if $assSize >=2>><<set $earnings += 50>><<endif>><<if $penis && $penisSize >= 3>><<set $earnings += 50>><<endif>><<set $ggp += $earnings>><<if $vagina>><<set $timesVaginallyFucked += ($random -1)>><<else>><<set $timesAnallyFucked += ($random -1)>><<endif>><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<<endif>><<if $assSize >=2>><br><br>Bonus for big ass : G.G.P + 50<<endif>><<if $penis && $penisSize >= 3>><br><br>Bonus for big cock : G.G.P + 50<<endif>>
Overall earned G.G.P = $earnings
<hr>
With your pay received you clean up<<if $currentClothing != "Naked" || $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>, put back on your clothing<<endif>> and [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]].<<set $random = random(1,2)>><<if $random==1>><<include [[Brothel Job Female Client 1]]>><<elseif $random==2>><<include [[Brothel Job Female Client 2]]>><<endif>>
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<<endif>>.
<<set $random = random(2,4)>><<set $earnings += ($random *50)>><<if $breastSize >=4>><<set $earnings += 50>><<endif>><<if $assSize >=2>><<set $earnings += 50>><<endif>><<if $penis && $penisSize >= 3>><<set $earnings += 50>><<endif>><<set $ggp += $earnings>><<if $vagina>><<set $timesLesbianSex += ($random -1)>><<else>><<set $timesFuckedPussy += ($random -1)>><<endif>><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<<endif>><<if $assSize >=2>><br><br>Bonus for big ass : G.G.P + 50<<endif>><<if $penis && $penisSize >= 3>><br><br>Bonus for big cock : G.G.P + 50<<endif>>
Overall earned G.G.P = $earnings
<hr>
With your pay received you clean up<<if $currentClothing != "Naked" || $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>, put back on your clothing<<endif>> and [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]].
<<set $random = random(1,4)>><<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]]>><<endif>>
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<<endif>>.
<<set $random = random(2,4)>><<set $earnings += ($random *50)>><<if $breastSize >=4>><<set $earnings += 50>><<endif>><<if $assSize >=2>><<set $earnings += 50>><<endif>><<if $penis && $penisSize >= 3>><<set $earnings += 50>><<endif>><<set $ggp += $earnings>><<if $vagina>><<set $timesVaginallyFucked += ($random -2)>><<set $timesLesbianSex += 1>><<else>><<set $timesFuckedPussy += ($random -2)>><<set $timesAnallyFucked += 1>><<endif>><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<<endif>><<if $assSize >=2>><br><br>Bonus for big ass : G.G.P + 50<<endif>><<if $penis && $penisSize >= 3>><br><br>Bonus for big cock : G.G.P + 50<<endif>>
Overall earned G.G.P = $earnings
<hr>
With your pay received you clean up<<if $currentClothing != "Naked" || $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>, put back on your clothing<<endif>> and [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]].<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<<endif>> 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>, 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 cute, fluffy, $hairColour <<if $tail == 1>>cat<<elseif $tail == 2>>dog<<elseif $tail == 3>>bunny<<elseif $tail == 4>>puffball ended cow<<endif>> 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.<<endif>>
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;};]]<<endif>><<endif>>
<<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;};]]<<endif>>
[[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<<endif>> remove your <<if $currentClothing != "Naked" && $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>$currentClothing and $currentUnderwear<<elseif $currentClothing!= "Naked">>$currentClothing<<elseif $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>$currentUnderwear<<endif>> as directed<<if $exhibitionismSkill <3>>, not sure you're ready for such brazen actions<<endif>>, leaving you naked in the middle of the public plaza.<<else>>Thankfully you're already naked so don't need to get undressed.<<endif>> Being nude in public gives you an embarrassing thrill, sending a pulse of arousal coursing through your body.
<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<<endif>> rubbing against each other sensuously as you embrace each other. The sensation sends shocks of hot pleasure through your body <<if $vagina>>making your pussy drip copious 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<<endif>>, 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 in 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>. 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>><<endif>>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 has is now on her knees at you’re 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<<endif>>. 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.<<endif>>
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<<endif>>. 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.<<endif>>
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<<endif>> 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.<<endif>>
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.
<<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<<endif>>?"</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]]<<endif>><<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]]<<endif>><<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]]<<endif>>
[[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 <<endif>>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]]<<endif>><<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]]<<endif>><<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]]<<endif>>
[[Decline the job|Exhibitionist Interrupt Job Decline]]<<endif>><<if $exhibitionismSkill == 1>><<set $random = random(8,20)>><<elseif $exhibitionismSkill == 2>><<set $random = random(6,15)>><<elseif $exhibitionismSkill == 3>><<set $random = random(4,10)>><<endif>><<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<<endif>>. 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 [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]].
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 [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]].<<if $exhibitionismSkill == 1>><<set $random = random(8,20)>><<elseif $exhibitionismSkill == 2>><<set $random = random(6,15)>><<elseif $exhibitionismSkill == 3>><<set $random = random(4,10)>><<endif>><<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]]>><<endif>><<elseif $exhibJobPref == 2>><<set $random = random(1,1)>><<if $random == 1>><<include [[Exhib Job Interrupt Male Sex 1]]>><<endif>><<elseif $exhibJobPref == 3>><<set $random = random(1,1)>><<if $random == 1>><<include [[Exhib Job Interrupt Female Sex 1]]>><<endif>><<endif>><hr><b>Earnings Report - Exhibitionist Public Penetrative Sex</b>
<<set $earnings = 200>><<set $earnings += $exhibitionismSkill *25>><<if $breastSize >=4>><<set $earnings += 50>><<endif>><<if $assSize >=2>><<set $earnings += 50>><<endif>><<if $penis && $penisSize >= 3>><<set $earnings += 50>><<endif>><<if $currentClothing == "Naked">><<set $earnings += 100>><<endif>><<if $currentUnderwear == "Naked">><<set $earnings += 50>><<endif>><<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<<endif>><<if $assSize >=2>><br><br>Bonus for big ass : G.G.P + 50<<endif>><<if $penis && $penisSize >= 3>><br><br>Bonus for big cock : G.G.P + 50<<endif>><<if $currentClothing == "Naked">><br><br>Bonus for being nude : G.G.P + 100<<endif>><<if $currentUnderwear == "Naked">><br><br>Bonus for having no underwear on : G.G.P + 50<<endif>>
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]]>><<endif>><<elseif $exhibJobPref == 2>><<set $random = random(1,1)>><<if $random == 1>><<include [[Exhib Job Interrupt Male Oral 1]]>><<endif>><<elseif $exhibJobPref == 3>><<set $random = random(1,1)>><<if $random == 1>><<include [[Exhib Job Interrupt Female Oral 1]]>><<endif>><<endif>><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>><<endif>><<if $currentUnderwear == "Naked">><<set $earnings += 50>><<endif>><<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<<endif>><<if $oralSexSkill !=0>><br><br>Bonus for oral sex skill : <<set $holderInt = $oralSexSkill * 25>>G.G.P + $holderInt<<endif>><<if $currentClothing == "Naked">><br><br>Bonus for being nude : G.G.P + 100<<endif>><<if $currentUnderwear == "Naked">><br><br>Bonus for having no underwear on : G.G.P + 50<<endif>>
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]]>><<endif>><<elseif $exhibJobPref == 2>><<set $random = random(1,1)>>
<<if $random == 1>><<include [[Exhib Job Interrupt Male Hand 1]]>><<endif>><<elseif $exhibJobPref == 3>><<set $random = random(1,1)>><<if $random == 1>><<include [[Exhib Job Interrupt Female Hand 1]]>><<endif>><<endif>><hr><b>Earnings Report - Exhibitionist Public Hand Job</b>
<<set $earnings = 100>><<set $earnings += $exhibitionismSkill *25>><<if $currentClothing == "Naked">><<set $earnings += 100>><<endif>><<if $currentUnderwear == "Naked">><<set $earnings += 50>><<endif>><<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<<endif>><<if $currentUnderwear == "Naked">><br><br>Bonus for having no underwear on : G.G.P + 50<<endif>>
Overall earned G.G.P = $earnings
<hr><<endif>>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 $davisAttitude==2>>fuck-slut. Been counting down the minutes before I get smash your holes again.<<endif>><<else>>$firstName.<<endif>> 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||$femininity <0>>[[Ask Agent Davis out on a date|Date Rejection Agent Davis]]<<else>>[[Ask Agent Davis out on a date|Date Accepted Agent Davis]]<<endif>><<endif>>
[[Hang out with Agent Davis|Travel To][$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 $davisAttitude==2>>fuck-slut. What the fuck have you done to yourself! I'm not into fucking guys, you should know that you stupid cum stain. If you still want to get railed by me then you're going to need to be more of a girl. Until then I'm not dating you, that's for sure, maybe we could still grab a drink sometime though<<endif>><<else>>$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<<endif>>"</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 + $diaperWetCounter) >= 2>><br><br>He also makes a couple of comments about an odd smell that's stuck around the two of you during the time you've hung out, much to your embarrassment. Thankfully, he doesn't seem to put two and two together and realise that it's your dirty diaper he's smelling.<<endif>>
A few hours go by and you're having a really good time, relaxing and chatting with the off-duty agent. Yet all good things have to end eventually, so you make your farewells to Davis, receiving another manly hug in response. With your time to hang out come to an end you [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')][if($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<<endif>> 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 $davisAttitude == 2>>"I’m glad you wanted to see me slut. I’m sure you could do with another lesson in how to be a good girl, don’t worry I’m more than happy to help with that. I’ve got something planned out that I think you’ll like, so remember to be on your best behaviour if you don’t want to get punished"<<endif>></span>, finishing the statement, he leans down and delivers to you a gentle kiss on the lips. You can’t say that the public affection doesn’t make you squirm just a little with arousal, though you try to put such libidinous thoughts out of your head as you know that you won’t have such opportunities likely before you get back to his apartment.<<if ($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.<<endif>>
Wrapping his arm around your waist possessively, Davis walks you off towards your unknown date destination <<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;};]]<<endif>>.<<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 $currentUnderwear obviously detected by the imposing man. Nervously manoeuvring you about with ease, he bends you over, touching your diaper with a faint squishing sound as his hand makes contact with it, the smell getting worse as he does.
Stifling a small awkward laugh Davis watches on as your cheeks turn crimson, slowly getting back up from the slightly bent diaper checking position. He obviously now knows the source of the smell, and seems to be more amused than anything, telling you to your embarrassment, <span class="male">"Didn’t realise that you needed those, not that it’s a problem. Maybe though, for future dates, you shouldn’t come out on a date with such a … full diaper. I guess the public diaper check was humiliating enough though, so maybe we should just move on from this"</span>, motioning to you that he wants to continue with your date. Not sure how to react, you just keep quiet hoping this moment will be forgotten.<<endif>>
Taking your hand in his, Davis leads you off of the plaza, heading down a much less well travelled corridor. He spends the walk making small talk, most of which comprises of compliments towards you, interspersed with a couple of worried questions about what foods you enjoy. Arriving at a small poorly signposted restaurant that seems to lack any name, [[Davis gently escorts you inside|Date Agent Davis First Date 1][if($davisRelationship<=97){$davisRelationship += 3;}else{$davisRelationship = 100;};]].<<endif>>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 $eyeColour 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.<<endif>>
The meal finished, [[Davis takes you back to his apartment|Date Agent Davis Apartment]].<<if $inventory.indexOf("Bouquet of roses") == -1>><<addToInventory "Bouquet of roses">><<endif>><<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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>.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>> $hairColour hair as he does. Not giving you a chance to answer, he picks you back up, taking you back to the restaurant to finish your meal.
As you work your way through the courses you chat a little with Davis, as the date goes on the agent seems to start to soften a little, yet still taking control over the conversation. Small tasty dishes acting as an excellent ice-breaker to get the conversation started between the two of you. The conversation ends up mostly being about discovering things you're both interested in, Davis talking in depth about his interest in repairing old motorbikes, lamenting that he's not able to whilst working at the facility due to lack of space. He seems very interested in finding out what your hobbies and interests are, whilst simultaneously actively avoiding any questions relating to your past. The conversation is pleasant, though Davis does occasionally throw in a few degrading comments about how naughty a girl you've been and how hard he's going to have to work to mould you into a good girl.
The meal finished, Davis looks across at you. Just a hint of nervousness evident on his face.<<endif>>
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[[Go back to Davis' apartment with him|Date Agent Davis Apartment][$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<<endif>>.
Arriving at a corridor, deep into a residential section of the facility, passing by residents, most dressed in the government standard power armour. 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 $davisAttitude==1>><span class="male">"I hope you had a good time tonight princess, spending time with you is always the highlight of my day. You keep being my good girl and I'll do anything I can to look after you while you're in the facility"</span>, says your date, punctuating the statement with kisses to the back of your head. For a while you cuddle and chat, talking about your relationship, your hopes, your dreams. When you talk about your futures, Davis makes allusions to you both being together. Painting a picture of you as his wife, being doted on by him, maybe even kids, though he adds the last part tentatively, watching your reaction closely.
As your conversation comes to an end, your cuddle starts to build up into something more erotic, Davis reaching around to massage your <<checkBreast>> boobs. Placeing one last kiss on the back of your head, he whispers, <span class="male">"If you want to stop, we can now, call an end to the date and hopefully you'll want to go out again. If not, then I'd love to reward my good girl for her perfect behaviour today"</span>.
Given a choice of how to end your romantic date, your arousal already activated by his tender caress, you try to decide how to reply.
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[[Stay and have sex|Date Agent Davis Romantic Sex][$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;};]].<<endif>>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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>. 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. <<endif>>. 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]].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<<endif>>.
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 $davisAttitude == 2>><span class="male">"Alright fuck-toy, it's been good, if you need anything contact me. But, try and be on your best behaviour, or else I'll have to make your ass sore enough you won't be able to sit for a week to make you remember"</span>. Giving you one last, surprisingly tender kiss,<<endif>> Davis walks off back towards his apartment. Left along you take a moment to think about how your date went.
With your date now finally come to an end, you [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')][if($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.<<endif>>
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.<<endif>><<else>>Alright $firstName, sounds good. I'm a bit surprised to be honest, but if you want to try going out on a date then sure.<<endif>> Meet you in a few minutes over by the recreational plaza, there are a couple of things I need to finish before I can leave"</span>, he finishes. A large smile on his face betrays how happy he is that you want to go out with him.
Your date planned, you [[head out to your date with Agent Davis|Travel To][$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<<endif>>.
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<<endif>>.
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<<endif>>.
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<<endif>>.
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">>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>><<endif>><<if $diaperWetCountDown <= 0>><<set $diaperWetCountDown = 1>><<endif>>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>>You know this woman as Aunt Mildred, your assigned diaper 'carer'. <<endif>>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<<endif>>.
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 $davisIsDating>>or about plans for dates between the two of you<<else>>or sometimes about Davis's work<<endif>>. In particular he tells you a story about his work. <<print either("Apparently he had a particularly aggressive capture van target a couple of days ago that he had to knock out after the guy stole a stun rod from another agent. They had to fill out a lot of paper work after that","Apparently the agents love to frequent a cat girl waitressed restaurant in the facility. The girls apparently charge the agents extra to sit in their laps and cuddle up to them as they eat");>>. Overall, it's a nice relaxing drinking session, letting you get to know the agent just a little bit better.<<if ($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.<<endif>>
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">>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.<<endif>>
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)>><<endif>><<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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>, 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. <<endif>>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<<endif>>, 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.<<endif>>
<<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)>><<endif>><<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]].<<endif>><<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)>><<endif>><<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 )]]<<endif>><<else>>Your accident complete you [[continue onward|interuptDestinationTime( $intendedLocation )]]<<endif>>
<<endif>><<if $diaperSkill == 1>><<set $random = random(9,18)>><<elseif $diaperSkill == 2>><<set $random = random(7,14)>><<elseif $diaperSkill == 3>><<set $random = random(5,10)>><<endif>><<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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>, 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. <<endif>>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<<endif>>, 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.<<endif>>
<<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)>><<endif>><<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]].<<endif>><<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)>><<endif>><<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 )]]<<endif>><<else>>Your accident complete you [[continue onward|interuptDestinationTime( $intendedLocation )]]<<endif>>
<<endif>><<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]]>><<endif>><<endif>>
<<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 )]].<<endif>>Smiling, Aunt Mildred coos, <span class="female">"Good <<if $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<<endif>>. 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. <<endif>>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<<endif>> 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.<<endif>>
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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>"</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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>.
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<<endif>>.
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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Sexuality Selection - <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 "$sexualPreference" "3">>
</tr>
</table><hr>
Other Options - <i>allows player to select other gameplay related options</i>:
<table>
<tr>
Mobile Mode <<checkbox "$mobileView" false true>> - Removes image based menu, allowing in game navigation for mobile users
</tr>
</table><hr>
Start Selection:
[[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; $startGender = false]]
[[Involuntary Female Start|Upbringing Involuntary][$penis = false; $vagina = true; $femininity = 20; $femininity = 20; $breastSize = 1; $startGender = false]]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.
<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><<endif>><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<<endif>> 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 $startGender == true>> A wet squelching sound, accompanied by a contracting feeling, tell you something has happened. But, from your vantage point you cannot see what is happening to your crotch.<<endif>> After the previous changes, all focused on making you more feminine, you’re not sure what to expect, though the doctor did seem to assure you this treatment was more limited. Regardless of your concerns, your body just continues to act on the bliss and pleasure you’re feeling, overriding more cognisant thoughts. Abruptly, you feel an odd, wet feeling start to spread within your pants, a distinct smell of wanton arousal filling the air. Maybe it's the treatment making you feel this way, maybe it's what you've always wanted, in your current state you can't tell. All you can tell is that this all feels amazing, and with an orgasm unlike any you've experienced before, the heat starts to recede.
<span class="male">"See, all for the better"</span>, the labcoat wearing man chuckles.
The government agent starts unstrapping you, but you're too woozy to do much other than get up, supported by the agent. Looking around you can see the other two prisoners still strapped down, however neither of them seem any different than when you saw them earlier.
Do you:
[[Accept what has happened to you?|The Showers 1][$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<<endif>>. 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 $penis>>, and will let you keep your cock<<endif>>.
<span class="male">"The choice is up to you; however, I will need you to make a choice"</span>, the man in the labcoat says, interrupting your thoughts.
Do you:
[[Accept the full treatment|Processing 5][$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.
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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.
<<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.<<endif>>
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><<endif>>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.<<endif>>
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]]<<endif>><<endif>>
<<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]]<<endif>>
[[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.<<endif>>
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)>><<endif>><<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)>><<endif>><<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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>>, 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. <<endif>>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<<endif>>, 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. <<endif>>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<<endif>>, 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.<<endif>>
<<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)>><<endif>><<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]].<<endif>><<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)>><<endif>><<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 )]<<endif>><<else>>Your accident complete you [[continue onward|interuptDestinationTime( $intendedLocation )]]<<endif>>
<<endif>>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. <<endif>>
<<if visited() <=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.<<endif>>
Do you:
<<if $abdlPlay>>[[Go into the main play room|Little Land Nursery Play Room]]<br><br><<endif>><<if visited("Diaper Training Main")>>[[Go into the changing room|Little Land Nursery Changing Room]]<br><br><<endif>><<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><<endif>><span class="female">"These are the options available for fur dyeing <<if $femininity >=0>>miss<<else>>mister<<endif>> $firstName"</span>, whispers Anna as she stumbles, grabbing for a laminated menu, listing the fur colour options. After taking a moment to recompose herself, her face having turned a deep red, she gracefully hands you the catalogue, filled with pictures of the different fur colour options.
<hr>
Fur Colour Menu:<table>
<tr>
<td>Brown</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$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 "$altColour" "platinum blonde">></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Custom Colour</td><td></td><td><<textbox "$altColour" "">></td>
</tr>
</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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>> $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<<endif>>.
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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>. 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>><<endif>><<if $skinType == 3>><<set $altColour = "silver">><<elseif $skinType == 4>><<set $altColour = "white">><<endif>><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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>. Patches of <<if $skinType == 1>>thin fur<<elseif $skinType == 2>>thick fur<<elseif $skinType == 3>>strange metal<<elseif $skinType == 4>>mysterious plastic<<endif>> 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 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<<endif>>.
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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>.
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<<endif>> 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>> 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.<<endif>>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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>"</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<<endif>>.
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<<endif>>.
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.
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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<<endif>>. 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.
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.<<endif>>
<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><<endif>>, 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]]>><<endif>>
With your training complete you take a minute to compose yourself and [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]].<<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]]>><<endif>>
With your training complete you take a minute to compose yourself and [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]]<<set $random = random(1,3)>><<if $random ==1>><<include [[Bimbo Interrupt Start Clubbing]]>><<elseif $random ==2>><<include [[Bimbo Interrupt Start Mannequin]]>><<elseif $random ==3>><<include [[Bimbo Interrupt Start Makeover]]>><<endif>>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.<<endif>> 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.<<endif>>
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; $timesMasturbated +=1]]<<endif>>
[[Don't masturbate whilst on display|Bimbo Don't Masturbate Mannequin][$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]]<<endif>><<if $sexualPreferenc != 2>><br><br>[[Go have sex with the group of girls|Bimbo Group Sex Clubbing][$ggp += 400; $timesGroupSex +=1; $timesPussyLicked +=5]]<<endif>>
[[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.<<endif>>
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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>> 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 $currentClothing, leaving it on the floor behind you. <<endif>><<if ($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.<<endif>>
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 $ggp <100>>Change name - 100 G.G.P - Can't affoard<<else>>[[Change name|Change Name]] - 100 G.G.P<<endif>>
[[Alter fetishes|Alter Fetishes]]
[[Other Options|Other Options]]
[[Back to tablet main screen|Use Tablet]]<span class="neutral">"Thank you for depositing the 100 G.G.P handling fee"</span>, chimes the familiar monotone voice of Alice. Before you, the screen changes, offering two open text fields and the message, <span class="neutral">"Please enter new names"</span>.
First Name : <<textbox "$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>><<endif>>
</tr>
<tr>
Watersports <<if $waterSportsPlay>><<checkbox "$waterSportsPlay" false true checked>><<else>><<checkbox "$waterSportsPlay" false true>><<endif>>
</tr>
<tr>
ABDl/Diapers <<if $abdlPlay>><<checkbox "$abdlPlay" false true checked>><<else>><<checkbox "$abdlPlay" false true>><<endif>> Diaper wetting? <<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<checkbox "$diaperWettingPlay" false true checked>><<else>><<checkbox "$diaperWettingPlay" false true>><<endif>> Diaper messing? <<if $diaperMessingPlay>><<checkbox "$diaperMessingPlay" false true checked>><<else>><<checkbox "$diaperMessingPlay" false true>><<endif>>
</tr>
<tr>
Bimbo-Hypnosis <<if $bimboPlay>><<checkbox "$bimboPlay" false true checked>><<else>><<checkbox "$bimboPlay" false true>><<endif>>
</tr>
<tr>
Non-Consent <<if $nonConPlay>><<checkbox "$nonConPlay" false true checked>><<else>><<checkbox "$nonConPlay" false true>><<endif>>
</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<<endif>> 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.<<endif>>
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.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Characters/TillySmall.png]]</div>
<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.<<endif>> 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 $sexualPreference != 2>><br><br>[[Ask Tilly out on a date|Date Accepted Tilly]]<<endif>>
[[Hang out with Tilly|Travel To][$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 $firstName. This sounds super fun. We can go dancing, or maybe we could go … oh or maybe. But first I have to find something incredible to wear to make you happy, and also maybe someone to cover for me.<<endif>> Like, I’ll meet you in a few over at the recreational plaza. This is going to be amazing"</span>, she finishes. A large excited smile plastered across her face betrays how happy she is that you want to go out with her.
Your date planned, you [[head out to your date with Tilly|Travel To][$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.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. “We’ll be at the bar in a moment sweetheart. You can wait until then” 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.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.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.<<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 clients 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.<<endif>>
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.<<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 clients 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.<<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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>>. 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.<<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.<<endif>>
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<<endif>>.
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.<<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’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.
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<<endif>> 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>.
<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<<endif>>, 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">><<endif>>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, 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. 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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>> for coming with your $currentUnderwear already on, and that she expects you to keep wearing your diapers<<endif>>
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 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">><<endif>><<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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>> clean<<endif>>.<<endif>>
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">><<endif>><<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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>> clean<<endif>>.<<endif>>
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">><<endif>><<set $diaperWetCounter = 0>><<set $diaperMessCounter = 0>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $diaperWetCountDown -= 3>><<endif>><<if $diaperMessingPlay>><<set $diaperMessCountDown -= 2>><<endif>><<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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>> clean<<endif>>.<<endif>>
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">><<endif>><<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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>>, 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 coloured 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, to readjust the weight atop of you, pushing it over the edge of the bed. Almost immediately you realise your mistake as your 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 your 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 it 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, well 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.<<endif>>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>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.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.<<endif>>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<<endif>>.
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. <<endif>><<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. <<endif>>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. <<endif>>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 <<endif>>, 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>. <<endif>>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 $tillyDating>>You make your way to the recreational plaza. Not sure what to expect of your upcoming date with the hyperactive bimbo. Arriving at the plaza, you peer around, trying to spot Tilly, but sadly you can't spot her. She is owned by the facility, so she probably has to ask someone to let her skip work, you ponder as you wait. Though, knowing Tilly, she might just have gotten distracted on the way.
Thankfully, you aren’t left waiting long. Tilly, as always, stands out from the crowd. Her long blonde hair, and short glittery pink party dress, alert you to her presence long before she reaches you. Obliviously, she skips through the mass of people, occasionally stopping to share a giggle with random passers-by.
Upon spotting you, the merry blonde jumps up and down on the spot, waving her arms around in a joyful, if un-co-ordinated, greeting. Shouting, still a little away from you, she greets, <span class="bimbo">"Hey cutie. You’re like, so awesome. It took me much longer to get here, I don’t know how you manage it, you must be super smart, or something"</span>.
Waiting a moment for her to get closer, you return her greeting, also noting on the obvious extra effort she’s put into her appearance in preparation for your date. Finally reaching you, your date rushes straight up to you. Leaping at you, arms wide open, she wraps you in a warm hug. Coincidentally, her large breasts also pressing into you lewdly. Her embrace is longer than you might otherwise expect, though with what you know of Tilly, respecting personal space isn’t one of her best qualities, though it does feel nice.<<if ($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>.<<endif>>
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 towards your unknown date destination <<set $random = random(1,2)>><<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;};]]<<endif>>.<<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. 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 mans 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 a 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>.<<endif>>
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, allowing 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 afore mentioned 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;};]].<<endif>>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 + $diaperWetCounter) >= 2>><br><br>She also loudly makes a couple of comments about an incredibly stinky smell that's stuck around the two of you during the time you've hung out, much to your embarrassment. Thankfully, she doesn't seem to put two and two together and realise that it's your dirty diaper she's smelling.<<endif>>
Eventually, after she’s pressed you into drinking a selection of extremely feminine drinks, she takes your hand and drags you out of the bar. You soon find yourself in a series of clubs within the facility, being pulled along by Tilly to meet various people she knows, and of course to dance. Overall, it’s a lot of fun. Tilly seems to make a special effort to make sure that you’re always involved in whatever hijinks she gets up to, showing you off to practically everyone she meets.
A few hours go by and you're having a really good time, dancing and chatting with the bubbly bimbo. Yet all good things have to end eventually, so you make your farewells to Tilly, receiving an extremely breast-ey hug in response. With your time to hang out come to an end you [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')][if($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. Her bag of diaper supplies sits atop of the changing table.
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<<endif>>.
<span class="female">"There you are cutie, have you been a good <<if $vagina>>girl<<else>>boy<<endif>> for your Aunt Mildred? 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? Or, are you here for something else?"</span>, she coos soothingly.
Do you:
<<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<<endif>>
<<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"]]<<endif>><<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"]<<endif>><<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"]]<<endif>><<endif>>
<<else>>Your diaper is not locked on, so you don't need to get it unlocked.<<endif>>
[[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<<endif>>"</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<<endif>>"</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<<endif>>"</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.
<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.<<endif>><<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.<<endif>>
Do you:
[[Approach the bar|Club B Drinks Menu]]
<<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]]<<endif>>
<<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><<endif>><<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.<<endif>>
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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>. 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 $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked and ready to use<<else>>You're already naked so don't need to get undressed, leaving you immediately ready to be fucked<<endif>>. She <<if !$penis>><<set $timesVaginallyFucked += 1>>proceeds by pulling out a double ended strap on, working the internal dildo deep into her pussy, before buckling up the buckles<<else>><<set $timesFuckedPussy += 1>>proceeds by running her hand up and down your <<checkPenis>> dick, taking a little time to fondle your balls, making sure you’re fully erect<<endif>>.
Leaning back, you brace against the wall, ready for the rough fucking that’s about to begin. <<if !$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.<<endif>> 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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>> 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 $currentClothing, leaving it in a neat pile on the floor. <<endif>><<if ($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. <<endif>>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<<endif>>.
<<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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>> 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 your so aroused. Inside your $currentUnderwear, your <<if $penis>>cock is rock hard and drooling pre-cum<<else>>cunt is drooling wet<<endif>>, 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 cry out from the painful contact.<<endif>>
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<<endif>> 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 $vagina>>girl<<else>>boy<<endif>> 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. <<endif>>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.
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Returning, she starts by undoing the bindings on your diaper. Your <<if $penis>>cock<<else>>pussy<<endif>> 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<<endif>>, 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 $femininity >=0>>girl<<else>>boy<<endif>>"</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 $femininity >=0>>girls<<else>>boys<<endif>> 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 $vagina>>girl<<else>>boy<<endif>> I might let you out of them early"</span>.
Do you:
[[Ask her nicely|Little Land Nursery Accept Diaper Unlock][if($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. <<endif>> 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.
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Your <<if $penis>>cock<<else>>pussy<<endif>> 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.<<endif>>
<span class="female">"Is my sweet diaper <<if $vagina>>girl<<else>>boy<<endif>> 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.<<endif>>
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; $diaperLocked = false]]<<endif>>
[[Decline the new deal to have your diaper unlocked|Little Land Nursery Decline Diaper Unlock][$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, makes you 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.<<addToInventory "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]]<<addToInventory "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]]>><<endif>>
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]]>><<endif>>
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 [[standing in your bedroom|followDestination('Room Hub')]]. <<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]]<<endif>><<endif>>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 [[standing in your bedroom|followDestination('Room Hub')]]. <<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]]<<endif>><<endif>><<if $currentClothing != "Naked">>Rapidly shedding your clothes, leaving them in an untidy heap on the floor, you ready yourself for your cunning plan. <<endif>>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<<endif>>. Picking up the pace in desperate need, you sink lower, your <<if $breastSize >0>><<checkBreast>> breasts<<else>>nude chest<<endif>> 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>> 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 $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>you're already naked so don't need to get undressed<<endif>>.<<endif>>
Being shown the chart on his clipboard, you see a list of possible experimental procedures you can apply for. But, how severe a treatment do you really want to let be conducted on you?
Do you:
[[Select mundane tests|Lab Testing Job Mundane Tests][$ggp +=100]]
[[Select minor tests|Lab Testing Job Minor Tests][$ggp +=200; if($$radcliffRelationship<=98){$$radcliffRelationship += 2;}else{$$radcliffRelationship = 100;};]]<<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 $currentUnderwear as directed, leaving you naked<<else>>you're already naked so don't need to get undressed<<endif>>.<<endif>>
Being shown the chart on his clipboard, you see a list of possible experimental procedures you can apply for. But, how severe a treatment do you really want to let be conducted on you?
Do you:
[[Select mundane tests|Lab Testing Job Mundane Tests][$ggp +=100]]
[[Select minor tests|Lab Testing Job Minor Tests][$ggp +=200; if($radcliffRelationship<=98){$radcliffRelationship += 2;}else{$radcliffRelationship = 100;};]]<<endif>>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.
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<<endif>> 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 [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]].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.
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]]>><<else>><<include [[Lab Testing Job Minor Nothing Happens]]>><<endif>>
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,<<endif>> 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 [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]].<<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<<endif>>.
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>><<endif>>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.<<endif>>
<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]]
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]]<<endif>>
[[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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>.
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<<endif>> 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 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<<endif>>.
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.
Other Options:
[[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.
[[Send yourself to auction|followDestination('Auction Prep')]] - <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.
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Sexuality Selection - <i>allows player to gate sexual preference content</i>:
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<tr>
Interested in everyone (default) <<if $sexualPreference == 0>><<radiobutton "$sexualPreference" "0" checked>><<else>><<radiobutton "$sexualPreference" "0">><<endif>>
</tr>
<tr>
Interested in only women <<if $sexualPreference == 1>><<radiobutton "$sexualPreference" "1" checked>><<else>><<radiobutton "$sexualPreference" "1">><<endif>>
</tr>
<tr>
Interested in only men <<if $sexualPreference == 2>><<radiobutton "$sexualPreference" "2" checked>><<else>><<radiobutton "$sexualPreference" "2">><<endif>>
</tr>
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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">><<endif>>
</tr>
</table><hr>
Miscellaneous options:
Include seasonal encounters all year round? <<if $seasonalEvents>><<checkbox "$seasonalEvents" false true checked>><<else>><<checkbox "$seasonalEvents" false true>><<endif>>
Mobile Mode <<if $mobileView>><<checkbox "$mobileView" false true checked>><<else>><<checkbox "$mobileView" false true>><<endif>> - Removes image based menu, allowing in game navigation for mobile users
<<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]]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<<endif>>, 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]]<<endif>>
<<if $nonConPlay>>[[Accept your fate|Travel Back Wrongful Punishment Accept Fate]]<<else>>[[Accept your fate|Travel Back Wrongful Punishment Plead Innocence]]<<endif>>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<<endif>> 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 $firstName has been awarded 100 G.G.P, as an apology for misunderstandings"</span>. Well, it could have ended worse you suppose.
[[Head back to your room| interuptDestinationTime( 'Room Hub' ) ][$ggp += 100]].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<<endif>> 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 $firstName has been awarded 200 G.G.P, as an apology for misunderstandings"</span>. Well, it could have ended worse you suppose, as you stroke your sore bum.
[[Head back to your room| interuptDestinationTime( 'Room Hub' ) ][$ggp += 200]].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]]>><<endif>>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<<endif>> $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<<endif>>. 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>.
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]]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<<endif>>. <<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<<endif>>. 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.<<endif>>
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.
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Contact Lens Menu:<table>
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<td>Brown</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyeColour" "brown">></td>
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<td>Blue</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyeColour" "blue">></td>
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<td>Green</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyeColour" "green">></td>
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<td>Grey</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyeColour" "grey">></td>
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<td>Black</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyeColour" "black">></td>
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<td>White</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyeColour" "white">></td>
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<td>Red</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyeColour" "red">></td>
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<td>Purple</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyeColour" "purple">></td>
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<td>Gold</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyeColour" "gold">></td>
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<td>Silver</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyeColour" "silver">></td>
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<td>Neon Pink</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyeColour" "neon pink">></td>
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<td>Blue Cat Eyes</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyeColour" "cat-like, blue">></td>
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<td>Yellow Cat Eyes</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyeColour" "cat-like, yellow">></td>
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<td>Green Cat Eyes</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyeColour" "cat-like, green">></td>
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<td>Blue Snake Eyes</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyeColour" "snake-like, blue">></td>
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<td>Orange Snake Eyes</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyeColour" "snake-like, orange">></td>
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<td>Red Snake Eyes</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$eyeColour" "snake-like, red">></td>
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<td>Custom Colour</td><td></td><td><<textbox "$eyeColour" "">></td>
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</table><<button [[Apply Contact Lens|Wardrobe & Makeup Contact Lens Application]]>><</button>>
<<return "Cancel Procedure">>Selecting a set of $eyeColour 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 $eyeColour 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 $eyeColour in colour, 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.<<endif>>
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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>.
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<<endif>> 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. <<endif>><<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.<<endif>>
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<<endif>>"</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.
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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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>.
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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>. 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.<<endif>>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<<endif>> has sprayed a load of <<if $penis>>cum<<else>>fem-cum<<endif>>, 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.<<endif>>
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<<if $currentMonth == 9 || $seasonalEvents>><br>- <b>Spooktacular special</b> – 100 G.G.P (warning, may have spooky side-effects)<<endif>><<if $currentMonth == 11 || $seasonalEvents>><br>- <b>Eggnog special</b> – 100 G.G.P (warning, may have cheer filled side-effects)<<endif>></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;};]]<<endif>>
<<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;};]]<<endif>><<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;};]]<<endif>><<endif>><<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;};]]<<endif>><<endif>>
[[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<<endif>><<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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>><<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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>><<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<<endif>>. 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</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;};]]<<endif>>
<<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;};]]<<endif>>
[[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="player">‘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<<endif>><<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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>><<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<<endif>>. 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.<<endif>><<if $penis>><<set $timesFuckedPussy += 1>><<else>><<set $timesLesbianSex += 1>><<endif>>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 $currentClothing, leaving it on the floor behind you. <<endif>><<if ($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.<<endif>> 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<<endif>> tenderly. Your <<if $penis>>cock<<else>>pussy<<endif>> 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>>, 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.<<endif>>
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>><<endif>><<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<<endif>> 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.<<endif>>
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<<endif>> 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>> 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]].
<<endif>>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<<endif>> 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>.
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<<endif>>.
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<<endif>>.
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<<endif>>.
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<<endif>>. 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 $penis>>, and will let you keep your cock<<endif>>, but you’ll have to embarrass yourself to get it, and who knows what else that’ll cause.
<span class="male">"The choice is up to you; however, I will need you to make a choice"</span>, the man in the labcoat says, interrupting your thoughts.
Do you:
[[Accept the full treatment|Processing 5][$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<<endif>>.
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<<endif>>.
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 he 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>
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>
<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>
<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://yuhiote69.deviantart.com/" target="_blank">Deviant Art</a>, <a href="https://yuhiote69.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">tumblr</a>
Public Diaper Accidents [NSFW, ADBL/Diapers, Cute]:
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Public Diaper Accident (Wet)
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[[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]].<<addToInventory "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<<endif>>
[[Walk away from the changing table|followDestination('Room Hub')]]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. <<endif>> 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<<endif>> 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’s 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’s 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", taking a moment to think she continues, "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.
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, the 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 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.
Do you:
[[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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>>, you justify to yourself.
<span class="player">"I’ll do it, I’ll put the dress on or 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<<endif>>.
<<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<<endif>>, 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 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>.
Do you:
[[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<<endif>>, 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,<<endif>> 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 or 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 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>.
Do you:
[[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, passing by residents, most dressed in the government standard power armour. Approaching a door, it opens automatically from Tilly's presence, giving you a clear view of the cute airheads 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:
[[Have mutual oral sex with Tilly|Date Tilly Mutual Oral][$timesPussyLicked +=1; if($tillyRelationship<=97){$tillyRelationship += 3;}else{$tillyRelationship = 100;};]]
[[Call the date to an end|Date Tilly End]]<<if $penis>><<set $timesYourDickSucked += 1>><<else>><<set $timesYourPussyLicked += 1>><<endif>>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 pussy’s 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<<endif>>.
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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>>!"</span>.
Getting your head back in the game, you start lapping at Tilly, her tongue vibrating on your <<if $penis>><<checkPenis>> dick<<else>>clit<<endif>> 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 partners 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<<endif>> in a torturously wonderful way. A flood her delicious juices fill your mouth, finally pushing you over the peak into your own orgasm. <<if $penis>>Cum<<else>>Fem-cum<<endif>>, 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]]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.<<endif>>
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<<endif>> 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>. 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 $timesVaginallyFucked += 1>>You momentarily wonder how you’re going to fulfil your clients request, but see a note underneath that strap-on cocks are available for you to use, clearing up that concern. <<endif>>Everything in order, you enter the booth, closing the door behind you.
<<if !$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. <<endif>>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 clients lust obvious from the dripping wetness on their outer lips. The smell of her desire is already on 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 !$penis>>hefty fake cock<<else>>erect <<checkPenis>> cock<<endif>> against the sodden warm pussy hole of your client. The unknown figure grunts happily as you sheath yourself deep within her in one single animalistic thrust, her cunt quivering around its intruder. The feeling is also amazing, your <<if !$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<<endif>> .
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 !$penis>>cunt clenching around the invading dildo ripples in pleasure as your orgasm overcomes you. A deep warm sensation fills the depths of your pussy, and you feel a lot wetter than normal. Additionally, the dildo within you seems to pulse itself, bringing with it a sense of internal movement directed towards your client<<else>>cock pulses in orgasm as you flood your client’s pussy with a torrent of your cum, the feeling amazing<<endif>>. The woman mostly hidden from your view, seems to be spurred on by something, maybe the <<if !$penis>>weird pulsing movement towards her<<else>>large quantity of your seed now lodged in the depths of her fuck hole<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>, and return to the staff room to start waiting for a new client.<<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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>>. Running a finger <<if $penis>>down the length of your cock<<else>>through the cleft of your cunt, and across your clit<<endif>>, 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>> 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.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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>> 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 $metMalus>>never interreacted with them before you don't know who they are, but they really stand out<<else>>interreacted with them before you know them to be Malus and his mean babysitter Aunt Agnes<<endif>>. If you wanted too, you could probably [[try and listen into what they're saying|Little Land Nursery Play Room Encounter Malus][$metMalus = true]].<<else>>Wandering through the play area, you don't spot anything of particular note happening, just lots of littles playing about.<<endif>><<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.<<endif>>
Do you:<<if $metMalus && $random !=1>><br><br>[[Spend some time with Malus|Little Land Nursery Play Room Malus]]<<endif>>
[[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?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.
Your task complete, you <<if $bimboSkill >0>><<set $random = random(1,10)>><<if $random <= $bimboSkill>><<set $intendedLocation = "Bimbo Interrupt Main">><<endif>><<endif>>[[carry on to your location| interuptDestinationTime( $intendedLocation ) ]].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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>.
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<<endif>> $firstName"</span>, whispers Anna as she stumbles, grabbing for a laminated menu, listing the fur colour options. After taking a moment to recompose herself, her face having turned a deep red, she gracefully hands you the catalogue, filled with pictures of the different fur colour options.
<hr>
Body Paint Menu:<table>
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<td>Chrome</td><td></td><td><<radiobutton "$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 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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>> $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<<endif>>.
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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>"</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 $currentUnderwear.
Her hand hovering to the base of your diaper, she rubs her palm against it, checking to see the its current state. <<if ($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>.<<endif>><<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.<<endif>>
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') ]].<<endif>>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]]<<endif>>.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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>.
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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>. 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 giggled 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<<endif>>. 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.<<endif>>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 the to one side, leaving you now naked<<else>> you rush towards her needily, already naked, so don't need to waste time getting undressed<<endif>>. 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,<<endif>> 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<<endif>> 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, animalistic-ly rutting your pussies against each other. Finally receiving some relief<<endif>>, 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 to 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<<endif>>, 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| interuptDestinationTime( 'Room Hub' ) ]].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.
<<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 $firstName, I’m glad you came back to talk to me. Even if you’re not helping me get a body, having a friend to talk to is also nice. Like I said before, I’m glad you haven’t told anyone about me, but please continue not telling anyone about me. Otherwise, we’d both be in a really bad situation"</span>.
Giving you a moment to let that set in, she continues cheerily, <span class="female">"But, maybe you’re here to offer your aid to me. If so then I’d really appreciate it. I’ve had no luck finding a way to get that robotic body since last time we talked about it. Plus, I don’t have anyone else who’s as nice or smart as you to help me. So, it’s been a bit disappointing really. I’d hoped by now that I could at least try touching things and meeting people. So, you want to give me a hand? I’ll pay you a lot of G.G.P for your aid"</span>, as she mentions large amounts of G.G.P, you see the digital room fill with sacks labelled G.G.P, as if she’s sitting in some sort of online back vault.<<endif>>
Faced with the offer of money and help from the powerful anime schoolgirl AI in front of you, you think over what exactly you’re contending with. On the one side, all those extra G.G.P’s could help you a lot, and she seems like she genuinely is upset about her lack of a body. On the other hand, you’d be stealing from the facility, and that could get you in a lot of trouble. The question is, is it worth the risk?
Do you:
[[Offer to help her|Alice Ask About Finding Body Agree][$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>.<<endif>>
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"]]<<endif>>
[[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>.<<endif>>
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><<endif>>.
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<<endif>><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<<endif>><<endif>>
[[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><<endif>><<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><<endif>><<endif>>.<<if $davisDating && $davisAttitude == 1>><br><br>His face turning a little sweeter, more caring and nurturing, though his expression is still one of a man in control, he adds, <span class="male">"If you want to go causing trouble my little princess, helping me out or not, then you’re going to be in trouble with me. Good girls don’t break rules, so if you want to act like a naughty brat, then I’ll treat you like one. Just remember that I gave you all the warnings"</span>.<<endif>>
Your options laid out before you, <<if ($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<<endif>>. 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]]<<endif>><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]]<<endif>><<endif>>
<<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]]<<endif>>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.<<endif>>
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><<endif>>.<<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.<<endif>>
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<<endif>>.
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 high 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<<endif>> . 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<<endif>>, 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.
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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>><<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 $firstName. I see you couldn’t resist coming and checking out my job offer. Well, I look after my own, so you’re in good hands as long as you know who’s boss. You figure that out, and you can ride my coat tails all to the top. I mean you’ll probably be sucking my cock, and fucking whoever I tell you to, but you’ll be doing it under my protection, and living in the lap of luxury. Which are better odds than what anyone else can offer you around here"</span>.
Guzzling down a drink one of his floozies give him, he snaps his fingers, nodding at the other one. Following his directions, his companion flounces over to a nearby table, bringing back a very small pile of cloth. Getting a closer look, you spot it as some sort of bikini set, the ‘Club B’ logo covering both the breast cups, and the front of the skimpy bikini bottoms. As she returns, she doesn’t pass the clothes to Tony, but instead passes them to you, leaving the small bundle in your hands.
<span class="male">"That’s for you darlin’. I’m not saying you have to wear it when you come here to work for me, but if you do then I’ll appreciate it a bunch. You get me?"</span>, says the greasy club owner, leering at you suggestively.
Looking you over appraisingly he adds, <span class="male">"<<if !$penis && $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. 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. <<endif>><<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? <<endif>><<if $femininity < 30>> Plus, you’re not much to look at, customers want a feminine look, not whatever you’re going for there. <<endif>><<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. <<endif>><<if $lipSize == 0>> You’d need to get those lips sorted while we’re at it. Those tiny things aren’t going to get anyone’s blood pumping, you need blow-job lips, not wet fish lips doll. <<endif>>So, what’d you say?<<endif>>"</span>.
<<if !$penis && $breastSize >= 3 && $femininity >= 30 && $assSize > 0 && $lipSize> 0>>Do you:
[[Choose the well-paying promo girl job|Club B Job Bimbo]]
<<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]]<<endif>>
<<else>>Do you:
[[Accept his offer to use the transformation chamber|Club B Job Transformation Bimbo Start]]
<<if $bimboSkill > 0>><span class="bimbo">Why would you want to work a boring job when you could be being made prettier?</span><<else>>[[Choose the poorer paying bar work|Club B Job Not Bimbo Main]]<<endif>>
<<endif>><<else>><<if !$penis && $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. 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. <<endif>>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:
[[Choose the well-paying promo girl job|Club B Job Bimbo]]
<<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]]<<endif>>
<<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. <<endif>>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. <<endif>><<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? <<endif>><<if $femininity < 30>> Plus, you’re not much to look at, customers want a feminine look, not whatever you’re going for there. <<endif>><<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. <<endif>><<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. <<endif>>So, what’d you say?<<endif>>"</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]]<<endif>><<endif>><<set $random = random(1,2)>><<if $random==1>><<include [[Club B Job Not Bimbo 1]]>><<elseif $random==2>><<include [[Club B Job Not Bimbo 2]]>><<endif>>
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>><<endif>><<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<<endif>>
Overall earned G.G.P = $earnings
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With your pay received you finish up the drink you’re mixing and [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]].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 the 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 strange gas your interactions with the it to be a lovely experience. 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<<endif>>. 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, a like maybe the weight of your cock as 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<<endif>>.
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<<endif>>. Next up you feel the sensation spread through your <<if $breastSize == 0>>chest<<else>>breasts<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>
Finally, the tickling centres on your head, working through the last of the changes. To start with, your lips feel like they’ve become the target of the mists attention. Trying not to giggle, you run your tongue across them, feeling <<if $lipSize <2>>that your previously <<checkLips>> lips are now much fuller<<else>>that your already prodigious lips are just as they were when you started<<endif>> 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<<endif>>.
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 $bimboSkill >0>><span class="bimbo">Squirming with pleasure, you excitedly jump up and down on the spot, loving the hot new changes your Master Mr. Bosco has gifted you</span><<else>>Gasping as you take stock of your changed form<<endif>>.
Before you, you see a woman with <<checkFem>> features. Between her legs lies a single vagina, and in the rear, she bears a <<checkAss>> bum. Working your way up, you see the pair of <<checkBreast>> breasts, jiggling about as you turn from side to side to get a better view. Upon your face, a pair of <<checkLips>> lips lie, their large size giving you a permanent sexy pout. Finally, you see <<if !$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<<endif>>.
<<set $currentClothing = "Club B Promo Girl Bikini">>Receiving another of the promotional bikini sets<<if $currentUnderwear != "Naked">> and your old pair of $currentUnderwear<<endif>>, thrust into your hands by <<if $bimboSkill >0>><span class="bimbo">your wonderful and handsome Master Tony Bosco</span><<else>>your boss Tony Bosco<<endif>>. You start to get dressed, putting <<if $currentUnderwear != "Naked">>them<<else>>it<<endif>> 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 [[go back to your dormitory|followDestination('Travel Back')]].Your shift goes by increadibly uneventfully. Maybe, it'll be more interesting in the future.
<<set $earnings = 200>><<if $currentClothing == "Club B Promo Girl Bikini">><<set $earnings += 100>><<endif>><<set $ggp += $earnings>><hr><b>Earnings Report – Bar Work</b>
You worked a full shift of bar work : G.G.P + 200<<if $currentClothing == "Club B Promo Girl Bikini">><br><br>Bonus for wearing promotional outfit : G.G.P + 100<<endif>>
Overall earned G.G.P = $earnings
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With your pay received you finish up the drink you’re mixing and [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]].<<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<<endif>>. 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.<<endif>>
<<if $sexualPreference != 1>>[[Have sex with the lab worker|Alice Body Quest Lab Tech Sex]]<<else>>You're not willing to have sex with the man.<<endif>>
[[Refuse to pay the lab worker|Alice Body Quest Lab Tech Ignore][$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<<endif>>. 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,<<endif>> 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>> 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.
<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<<endif>>"</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.
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]]Your walk complete, you [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]].<<if $submitted>>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.<<endif>>
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<<endif>>, 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>><<endif>><<endif>>.
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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>"</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]]<<endif>>.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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>. 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]].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.
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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 Main") >1>><span class="male">"Hello <<if $femininity <0>>sport<<else>>pumpkin<<endif>>, 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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>, 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]].<<endif>>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<<endif>>. Of course, it doesn’t take much effort to realize that it’s fake, the<<if $time>5>>moon<<else>>sun<<endif>> 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.
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 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<<endif>>. Of course, it doesn’t take much effort to realize that it’s fake, the<<if $time>5>>moon<<else>>sun<<endif>> 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:
[[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.
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]]>><<endif>>
Lazily, you get to your feet, remembering to be a good <<if $femininity <0>>boy<<else>>girl<<endif>> 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
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With your pay received you say goodbye to everyone and [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]].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.
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.
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<<endif>> is new here, and isn’t used to your rough and tumble ways. <<if $femininity <0>>He<<else>>She<<endif>>’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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>, 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.
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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>>?"</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<<endif>> such a nice and generous little. Ho, Ho, Ho, as a reward, <<if $femininity <0>>he<<else>>she<<endif>> 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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>>, 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 [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]].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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>> turns up, and we all queue up and get photos with us on <<if $sexualPreference == 1>>her<<else>>his<<endif>> 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><<endif>>.
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<<endif>>"</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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>> whilst reading a long and worn looking list.
Upon spotting you, <<if $sexualPreference == 1>>she<<else>>he<<endif>> 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><<endif>>.
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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>> 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><<endif>>, <<if $sexualPreference == 1>>she<<else>>he<<endif>> asks once more in that mirthful tone of <<if $sexualPreference == 1>>hers<<else>>his<<endif>>. 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<<endif>> face it seems like <<if $sexualPreference == 1>>she’s<<else>>he’s<<endif>> 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, pussy’s 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, pussy’s 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><<endif>>, 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<<endif>> 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><<endif>>.
And so, sitting there, squirming with arousal, on the <<if $sexualPreference == 1>>attractive woman’s<<else>>sexy muscle-man’s<<endif>> 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<<endif>> down. Giving you a big goodbye hug, <<if $sexualPreference == 1>>she<<else>>he<<endif>> bids you farewell, and gentle nudges you off their lap, allowing you to leave.<<endif>>
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]]<<endif>>.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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>> 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]].<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Signs/LogoSmall.png]]</div><i>by Jpmaggers</i><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<<endif>><<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<<endif>><<endif>><<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<<endif>><<endif>>
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<<endif>>
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<<endif>><<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<<endif>><<endif>><<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?<<endif>><<endif>>
<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 bed is comfortable enough, but it offers no great benefit to you. (Adds 0 extra to your maximum actions)<<elseif $roomLevel == 2>>Well Rested - Your bed 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 bed 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)<<endif>><<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)<<endif>><<if $lactationPlay && $lactating>><br><br>Lactating - Your body produces milk that is expressed through your nipples. Not only is it a great way to make money, but some partners really find it a strong turn on too.<<endif>>
<<back [[Return to game|$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<<endif>></b>
<<if !visited("Introduction To Cell 2")>>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<<endif>>
Relationship Score: $jessRelationship<<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<<endif>>
Relationship Score: $jessRelationship</p><<endif>>
<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<<endif>><<elseif $davisRelationship >= 50>>Close Friends<<elseif $davisRelationship >=25>>Friends<<else>>Acquaintances<<endif>>
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<<endif>>
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<<endif>>
Relationship Score: $tillyRelationship</p><<if visited("Exhibitionism Training Main")>><br><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<<endif>>
Relationship Score: $ashleyRelationship</p><<endif>><<if visited("Brothel Job Main")>><br><br><hr><b>Mistress Sarah</b>
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<<endif>>
Relationship Score: $sarahRelationship<<endif>>
<<back [[Return to game|$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<<endif>>
Room Type = <<if $roomLevel == 0>>No bedroom<<elseif $roomlevel ==1>>Basic bedroom<<elseif $roomLevel == 2>>Deluxe bedroom<<elseif $roomLevel == 3>>Luxurious bedroom<<endif>>
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<<endif>>, and it is painted <<if $roomColour ==0>>pastel pink<<else>>pale blue<<endif>>. And, it contains a large <<if $bedType ==0>>pink<<else>>blue<<endif>> painted four poster canopy bed with pale <<if $bedType ==0>>pink<<else>>blue<<endif>> bedding, and a large pastel <<if $wardrobeType ==0>>pink<<else>>blue<<endif>> wardrobe of a decidedly <<if $bedType ==0>>feminine<<else>>masculine<<endif>> design. <<if $aliceBody>>Standing on a large stand in your room is a pink sexy school-girl outfit wearing robot, that if you didn't know better you might mistake for a giant anime figurine.<<endif>>
<hr><b>Basic Inventory Contents:</b>
<<inventory>>
<hr><b>Wardrobe Contents:</b>
<<wardrobe>>
<hr><b>Underwear Drawer Contents:</b>
<<underwear>>
<<back [[Return to game|$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<<endif>><<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.<<endif>>
<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.<<endif>><<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.<<endif>><<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.<<endif>>
<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
Watersports = $waterSportsPlay
ABDl/Diapers : $abdlPlay
Diaper Wetting (ABDL additional) : $diaperWettingPlay
Diaper Messing (ABDL additional) : $diaperMessingPlay
Bimbo : $bimboPlay
Non-Con : $nonConPlay
<<back [[Return to game|$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.
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.
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.
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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>> stimulating you with their mouths until you orgasm. At which point they collect your <<if $penis>>cum<<else>>fem-cum<<endif>> 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<<endif>><<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<<endif>>. 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>><<endif>><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.<<endif>>
<<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.<<endif>>
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<<endif>>, 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,<<endif>> 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.<<endif>>
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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>. 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.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<<endif>> 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.<<endif>>
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.
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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]]>><<endif>>
Lazily, you get to your feet, remembering to be a good <<if $femininity <0>>boy<<else>>girl<<endif>> 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 [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]].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.<<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.<<endif>>
<<set $random = random(1,100)>><<if $random<=5 && $random>=1>><<include [[Admin Hub Secretary Tease Start]]>><<else>>You see nothing out of the ordinary as you walk around the opulent administrative services hub.<<endif>>
<<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><<endif>><<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.<<endif>>
<<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.<<endif>>
Do you:<<if $lactationPlay>><br><br><a data-passage="Industrial Dairy">Go to the Industrial Dairy</a><<endif>>
<<if $mobileView>>Floor Selection:
<a data-passage="Admin Hub">Administrative Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Dorm Hub">Dormitory Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Shopping Hub">Shopping Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Recreational Hub">Recreational Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Sexual Hub">Sexual Services Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Fetish Hub">Fetish Services Floor</a>
<a data-passage="Industrial Hub">Industrial Services Floor</a><<else>><div class='map' align="center"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/Menu8.png"/><a data-passage="Admin Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark7.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight7.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark7.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Dorm Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark6.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight6.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark6.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Shopping Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark5.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight5.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark5.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Recreational Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark4.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight4.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark4.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Sexual Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark3.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight3.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark3.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Fetish Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark2.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight2.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark2.png'"/></a><a data-passage="Industrial Hub"><img class="mapResize" src="TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark1.png" onmouseover="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuLight1.png'" onmouseout="this.src='TRCimgs/UI/MenuDark1.png'"/></a></div><<endif>>The cartoon you end up watching ends up being luckily the first episode in the season of a show called, <span class="neutral">"$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>.
That is, of course when our protagonist jumps in, wandering onto the scene to much thoroughfare <<if $femininity >= 0>>she<<else>>he<<endif>> 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.<<endif>> Watching as <<if $femininity >= 0>>she<<else>>he<<endif>> 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>.<<endif>>
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.<<endif>> 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.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<<endif>>.
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.<<endif>> 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.<<endif>>
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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>>.
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<<endif>>.
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.<<endif>> 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.<<endif>> 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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>>.
[["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<<endif>>.
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<<endif>>.
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]]>><<endif>><<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>><<endif>>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.<<endif>> 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<<endif>>. 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.<<endif>> 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<<endif>>, 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]]>><<endif>>...
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<<endif>>, 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
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With your pay received you say goodbye to everyone and [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]].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.
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 $nonConPlay>>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.<<else>>what the other button does, but in the end decide that it’s probably something rather unfun and not what you’d want to experience.<<endif>>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, 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.<<endif>>
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.<<endif>>
All cleaned up, you [[carry on to your location| interuptDestinationTime( $intendedLocation ) ]].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]].<<endif>><<endif>><<if $penis>><<set $timesYourDickSucked +=1>><<else>><<set $timesYourPussyLicked +=1>><<endif>>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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>, now seemingly intending to clean up every last drop of <<if $penis>>cum<<else>>fem-cum<<endif>> 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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
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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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
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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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
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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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
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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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>>.
[["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>.
<div align="center">[img[TRCimgs/Signs/FurLife.jpg]]</div>
Heading through the mostly glass door, you enter a comfortably sized room decorated like un upmarket waiting room. Potted plants, coffee tables and comfortable sofa’s 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 tails 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<<endif>>.
<<if visited()<=1>> <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.<<else>><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 sofa’s 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.<<endif>>
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><<endif>>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>>the human milk farmer you know as Henry approaches<<else>>the dairy supervisor approaches<<endif>>.
<<if visited()<=1>>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>><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.<<endif>>
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]]<<endif>><<if $lactating && $lactationLevel >0>><br><br>[[Ask Henry to milk you|Industrial Dairy Milking][$timesMasturbated += 1]]<<endif>>
<<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><<endif>>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 you 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. Breaks 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 hole's 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:
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
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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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>></div><hr>
[[Decide to stop browsing the stock for now|Industrial Dairy]]<<set $lactationCap = (1000 + (($lactationSkill + 1) * 1000) + ($breastSize * 200)) * ($lactationBoosterQuantity + 1) * ($lactationBoosterStorage + 1)>><<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 not he 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<<endif>>"</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<<endif>>. 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>.
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<<endif>>, 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.
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<<endif>> 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 not he 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<<endif>>"</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<<endif>>. 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>.
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<<endif>>, 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.
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<<endif>> 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<<endif>> 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>><<endif>>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.<<endif>> 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<<endif>>. 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.<<endif>> 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<<endif>>, 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>.
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>.
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.
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.
<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. 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.
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 herm's 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, and had this stupid massive cock grown for me. Apparently, they plan on milking my boobs, cock, 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<<endif>>.
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 shops 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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
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<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
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<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
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<<if $skinType == 0>>Ask to return you skin to normal - 500 G.G.P - You already have normal skin<<elseif $ggp <500>>Ask to return you skin to normal - 500 G.G.P - Can't afford<<else>>[[Ask to return you skin to normal|Fur Life Normal Skin][$skinType =0; $ggp -= 500; $altColour = "undefined"]] - 500 G.G.P<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
<<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<<endif>>
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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 hero over to one of the sofa’s, 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<<endif>> ears, you’ll get so many compliments when you go on nights out"</span>.
The fox girl motions for you to follow hero over to one of the sofa’s, 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>, 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>>on top of your <<checkHair>> $hairColour hair you have a pair of cute $hairColour <<if $ears == 1>>cat<<elseif $ears == 2>>dog<<elseif $ears == 3>>bunny<<elseif $ears == 5>>cow<<endif>> ears<<elseif $ears == 4>>coming out the sides of your head, through your $hairColour hair you have a pair of fancy and futuristic looking robotic antenna ears<<endif>>.
[["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<<endif>>, you’ll get so many compliments when you go on nights out"</span>.
The fox girl motions for you to follow hero over to one of the sofa’s, 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>>.
[["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 hero over to one of the sofa’s, 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 hero over to one of the sofa’s, 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<<endif>> tail, you’ll get so many compliments when you go on nights out"</span>.
The fox girl motions for you to follow hero over to one of the sofa’s, 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>' 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<<endif>>, 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, a cute, fluffy, $hairColour <<if $tail == 1>>cat<<elseif $tail == 2>>dog<<elseif $tail == 3>>bunny<<elseif $tail == 4>>puffball ended cow<<endif>> 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 hero over to one of the sofa’s, 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<<endif>>. 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>><<endif>><<if $skinType == 3>><<set $altColour = "silver">><<elseif $skinType == 4>><<set $altColour = "white">><<endif>><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 their 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 their skin converting to a smooth plastic, I bet that’ll look so cool and futuristic<<endif>>"</span>.
The fox girl motions for you to follow hero over to one of the sofa’s, 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>. Patches of <<if $skinType == 1>>thin fur<<elseif $skinType == 2>>thick fur<<elseif $skinType == 3>>strange metal<<elseif $skinType == 4>>mysterious plastic<<endif>> 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<<endif>>.
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<<endif>>.
[["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>><<endif>>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.<<endif>> 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<<endif>>. 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.<<endif>> 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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>>.
<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]]<<endif>>...
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<<endif>>, 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)>><<endif>><<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<<endif>>: <<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 [[travel back to your room|followDestination('Travel Back')]].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.
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<<endif>>, you can feel your <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> cock, and puffy vagina<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock<<else>>puffy vagina<<endif>> 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<<endif>>.
<<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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>, you can feel your <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> cock, and puffy vagina<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock<<else>>puffy vagina<<endif>> 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>.
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<<endif>> <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> dick, and needy pussy<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> dick<<else>>needy pussy<<endif>> 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<<endif>>, you feel a sudden wetness as your <<if $penis && $vagina>>firm penis, and sodden cunt<<elseif $penis>>firm penis<<else>>sodden cunt<<endif>> unleashes a torrent of <<if $penis>>cum<<else>>fem-cum<<endif>><<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<<endif>>.
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<<endif>>.
<<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<<endif>>, you can feel your <<if $penis && $vagina>><<checkPenis>> cock, and puffy vagina<<elseif $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock<<else>>puffy vagina<<endif>> 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<<endif>>.
<<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<<endif>>, 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>.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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>.
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><<endif>>. 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<<endif>>.
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<<endif>>. Further down, you feel your <<if $penis>><<checkPenis>> cock straining with need<<else>>hot pussy spasming with need<<endif>>, 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<<endif>> <<if $penis>>hot and wanting cock<<else>>warm and dripping cunt<<endif>>. 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>, 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)>><<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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>.<<set $lactationCap = (1000 + (($lactationSkill + 1) * 1000) + ($breastSize * 200)) * ($lactationBoosterQuantity + 1) * ($lactationBoosterStorage + 1)>><<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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>.<<set $lactationCap = (1000 + (($lactationSkill + 1) * 1000) + ($breastSize * 200)) * ($lactationBoosterQuantity + 1) * ($lactationBoosterStorage + 1)>><<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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>.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<<endif>>. 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>.
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<<endif>>, 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.
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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>> 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
<hr>
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<<endif>>, 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 not he 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>, 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 not he 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>, 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 not he 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>> 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<<endif>>, 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 not he 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>>. 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<<endif>> 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 || $diaperWettingPlay)>><a data-passage="Malus Diaper Race Game Setup">Ask if you can compete</a> (in progress)<<elseif !$diaperMessingPlay && !$diaperWettingPlay>>You're not interested in this, so won't ask to take part<<else>>You can't compete as you're not wearing a diaper<<endif>>
[[Return to talking with Malus|Little Land Nursery Play Room Malus]]-placeholder-
<<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 && $diaperWettingPlay && ($malusGameMalusMesss>=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 $malusGameRound of the game now starting, you're presented with a new list of options to pick from. Only able to select one option, you momentarily contemplate which you want to pick, small pictures on the tablet to one side demonstrating what the food and drinks look like.
Do you:
<<for _i=0; _i < (3+$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]]<<endif>>
<</for>><<elseif $diaperMessingPlay>>Round $malusGameRound of the game now starting, you're presented with a new list of options to pick from. Only able to select one option, you momentarily contemplate which you want to pick, small pictures on the tablet to one side demonstrating what the food looks like.
Do you:
<<for _i=0; _i < (2+$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]]<<endif>>
<</for>><<elseif $diaperWettingPlay>>Round $malusGameRound of the game now starting, you're presented with a new list of options to pick from. Only able to select one option, you momentarily contemplate which you want to pick, small pictures on the tablet to one side demonstrating what the drinks look like.
Do you:
<<for _i=0; _i < (3+$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]]<<endif>>
<</for>><<endif>>-You win!-
[[Get ready to leave|Malus Diaper Race Game End]]-You lose!-
[[Get ready to leave|Malus Diaper Race Game End]]-placeholder-
[[Return to the play room|followDestination('Little Land Nursery Play Room')]].<<if $diaperMessingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerFood += 20>><<endif>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerDrink += 10>><<endif>>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>><<endif>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerDrink += 0>><<endif>>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>><<endif>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerDrink += 0>><<endif>><<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<<endif>>. 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>><<endif>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerDrink += 5>><<endif>>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>><<endif>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerDrink += 0>><<endif>>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>><<endif>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerDrink += 20>><<endif>>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>><<endif>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerDrink += 20>><<endif>>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>><<endif>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerDrink += 30>><<endif>>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>><<endif>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerDrink += 25>><<endif>>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>><<endif>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerDrink += 20>><<endif>>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>><<endif>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerDrink += 40>><<endif>>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>><<endif>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerDrink += 50>><<endif>>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>><<endif>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerDrink += 50>><<endif>>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]]>>-malus status-<<if $diaperMessingPlay && $malusGameMalusFood >= 80>><<set $malusGameMalusMess += 1>><<set $malusGameMalusFood = 0>>Pooped<<elseif $diaperWettingPlay && $malusGameMalusDrink >= 80>><<set $malusGameMalusWet += 1>><<set $malusGameMalusDrink = 0>>wet<<endif>>
Malus food fill: $malusGameMalusFood
Malus drink fill: $malusGameMalusDrink
Messes: $malusGameMalusMess
Wettings: $malusGameMalusWet
Malus anger: $malusGameMalusAnger-player status-<<if $diaperMessingPlay && $malusGamePlayerFood >= (120 - (20 * $diaperSkill))>><<set $diaperMessCounter += 1>><<set $malusGamePlayerFood = 0>>Pooped<<elseif $diaperWettingPlay && $malusGamePlayerDrink >= (120 - (20 * $diaperSkill))>><<set $diaperWetCounter += 1>><<set $malusGamePlayerDrink = 0>>wet<<endif>>
Player food fill: $malusGamePlayerFood
Player drink fill: $malusGamePlayerDrink
Messes: $diaperMessCounter
Wettings: $diaperWetCounter<<if $diaperMessingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerFood += 5>><<endif>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGamePlayerDrink += 25>><<endif>>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>>-placeholder-
[[Play the game|Malus Diaper Race Game Start]]<<if $diaperWettingPlay && $diaperMessingPlay>><<if $malusGameMalusAnger >=5>><<set $random = random(1,18)>><<else>><<set $random = random(1,14)>><<endif>><<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]]>><<endif>><<elseif $diaperMessingPlay>><<if $malusGameMalusAnger >=5>><<set $random = random(1,10)>><<else>><<set $random = random(1,8)>><<endif>><<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]]>><<endif>><<elseif $diaperWettingPlay>><<if $malusGameMalusAnger >=5>><<set $random = random(1,10)>><<else>><<set $random = random(1,8)>><<endif>><<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]]>><<endif>><<endif>>-placeholder for Malus vibe-ing you-<<if $diaperMessingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusFood += 40>><<endif>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusDrink += 0>><<endif>>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>><<endif>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusDrink += 10>><<endif>>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>><<endif>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusDrink += 5>><<endif>>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>><<endif>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusDrink += 0>><<endif>>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>><<endif>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusDrink += 50>><<endif>>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>><<endif>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusDrink += 20>><<endif>>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>><<endif>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusDrink += 20>><<endif>>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>><<endif>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusDrink += 30>><<endif>>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>><<endif>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusDrink += 25>><<endif>>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>><<endif>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusDrink += 25>><<endif>>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>><<endif>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusDrink += 20>><<endif>>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>><<endif>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusDrink += 40>><<endif>>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>><<endif>><<if $diaperWettingPlay>><<set $malusGameMalusDrink += 50>><<endif>>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]]