Find Your Future

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This game is more or less a CYOA, or an 'A happens, Do you do B or C?' 'Now that your action has caused D, do you do E or F?' game. Also, keep in mind that this game will pretty much //always// assume that you don't want fetishy things happening to you. If you don't have a CNC or non-consencual kink you may not enjoy this game. If you know of an image that would be hotter/more-fitting for an ending than the one it currently has, feel free to let me know! Without further preamble, let's get to the [[Game]] [[Image credits]]

You quickly get dressed and try to ignore the slightly arousing feel of the nylon rubbing against your boner as he explains in detail what's going on. The shorts cover your crotch, but it still feels more exposed than you're used to. "Most importantly, Welcome to 2124! You were sent to the hospital nearly a hundred years ago, and they were unable to diagnose you so they put you into an experimental cryostasis pod until a cure could be discovered." He says. Perhaps it's the combination of a hundred years of blueballs and the subtle pleasure of the nylon, but you can't help but notice that he must get quite a few girls. Well built, handsome face, a nice beard. "I'm also happy to say that we've given you the standard package for people of our time. A serum that more or less divides the rate at which your body ages by 2, cures and vaccines for just about any disease you can think of and a few hundred that've popped up since, and a stomach implant which disintigrates any waste your body would create, though if you require it can be disabled at any time by tapping twice on your abdomen." He explains. It seems that quality of life improvements are a big thing in the future. "As we didn't know your condition, we had to wait until a miracle cure capable of healing almost any ailment was discovered, which took quite a while. You gave us quite a shock waking up before we could give it to you though, and from my examination i've gathered that your condition was a temporary coma brought on by blunt force trauma, so strictly speaking we didn't //need// to freeze you, but at least nothing went wrong with your cryostasis?" He says, seemingly trying to look on the bright side. ... On one hand, gross medical incompetence always sucks and you should check if there's a statute of limitations for being forcibly frozen, but on the other hand (your amnesia means that) you can't recall any friends or family that you left behind, so maybe life in the future will be more easy, fun, and exciting than life in the past? The doctor hands you a small card with your name and a screen displaying '$2500', explaining that it's similar to your time's credit cards, except all the money you'll ever make or spend will be from that card and every purchase can be easily traced. Finally, after all of his explaining you're able to walk out the door and begin your [[new life of the future!]]

You quickly get dressed and try to ignore the slightly arousing feel of the nylon rubbing against your breasts as he explains in detail what's going on. The top protects you from the transparent suit, but it still feels more exposed than what you're used to wearing. "Most importantly, Welcome to 2124! You were sent to the hospital nearly a hundred years ago in a comatose state, and they were unable to diagnose you so they put you into an experimental cryostasis pod until a cure could be discovered." He says. Perhaps it's the combination of a hundred years of denial and the subtle pleasure of the nylon, but you can't help but imagine that he's pretty good looking despite being nearly double your age.. Well built, handsome face, a nice beard. "I'm also happy to say that we've given you the standard package for people of our time. A serum that more or less divides the rate at which your body ages by 2, cures and vaccines for just about any disease you can think of and a few hundred that've popped up since, and a stomach implant which disintigrates any waste your body would create, though if you require it can be disabled at any time by tapping twice on your abdomen." He explains. It seems that quality of life improvements are a big thing in the future. "As we didn't know your condition, we had to wait until a miracle cure capable of healing almost any ailment was discovered, which took quite a while. You gave us quite a shock waking up before we could give it to you though, and from my examination i've gathered that your condition was a temporary coma brought on by blunt force trauma, so strictly speaking we didn't //need// to freeze you, but at least nothing went wrong with your cryostasis?" He says, seemingly trying to look on the bright side. ... On one hand, gross medical incompetence always sucks and you should check if there's a statute of limitations for being forcibly frozen, but on the other hand (your amnesia means that) you can't recall any friends or family that you left behind, so maybe life in the future will be more easy, fun, and exciting than life in the past? The doctor hands you a small card with your name and a screen displaying '$2500', explaining that it's similar to your time's credit cards, except all the money you'll ever make or spend will be from that card and every purchase can be easily traced. As you're walking away, he gives your butt a firm slap while acting as though nothing is wrong. He notices your shocked expression and a look of surprise manifests on his face as he apologizes, saying that with how much things have changed in the last hundred years, you might need a crash course in proper manners and ettiquite of the 22nd century Do you [[Take him up on his offer?]] Or walk out the door and begin your [[new life of the future!|Begin female]]

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Cool. Cold. //Freezing!// You gain conciousness slowly, not sure where or who you are. "Doctor, the serum is ready." A feminine voice says above you. You're laying on a hard surface and it feels as though you're frozen right to it. you assume the surface to be ice and the chill makes it impossible to tell where it ends and you begin. After thirty seconds you're able to pry your eyes open and (once the blinding light fades) you're left staring at a pink haired nurse and an older man in white. "Hmm... I guess we won't be needing the medicine after all." He says, setting the green-fluid filled syringe aside and beginning an examination as he lifts and pokes varoius parts of your body. His touch sears your icy flesh as he continues checking you over. He picks you up with very little effort and gently places you in a shower. The water starts out as cold as you are yet grows warmer every few seconds, and by the time it's lukewarm you can feel your body once again. It takes another few minutes for you to have the willpower to head back to the slightly chilly air. The doctor returns with a skin-tight nylon suit, a tank top, and a pair of jean shorts, which he insists are common clothing. "Looks like I got these at just the right time" He says with a grin, pointing at you. <img src="Nylon.png"/> At first you're confused, but you realize eventually that your blood must really enjoy being warm again, flowing to //every// part of you. The question is, do you have [[Large red nipples which are rock hard|Female]] or a [[Slightly below average cock standing at full attention?|Male]]

You walk out the door and are greeted by a massive metropolis of skyscrapers and neon lights, although the streets look cleaner than any city you've ever seen: Polished white tarmac roads, litter-free sidewalks, and every storefront and apartment building has neon signs with every letter actually lit up. The whole 'All of your money is stored digitally on one card' thing has made you wonder whether maybe information is the most important thing you could gather right now. If you're looking to get up to date on what's happened in the last hundred years you could always look for any nearby [[museums]], or if you don't mind a few uncredited soruces you could [[Just google some things about the last century.]] Otherwise you could [[Wander the city and keep your eyes open for anything that looks cool]] or you could [[check out the shady alleyway nearby]] which, oddly enough, has an LED sign advertising "Illegal services". You're just in time to see a silver robot with a poilce badge painted on it's stomach walk past, scan the area, and keep moving. Perhaps most cops are AI nowadays and are programmed not to march in with handcuffs ready over the word 'illegal' being printed somewhere?

You politely turn him down and walk out the door, being greeted by a massive metropolis of skyscrapers and neon lights, although the streets look cleaner than any city you've ever seen: Polished white tarmac roads, litter-free sidewalks, and every storefront and apartment building has neon signs with every letter actually lit up. The whole 'All of your money is stored digitally on one card' thing has made you wonder whether maybe information is the most important thing you could gather right now. If you're looking to get up to date on what's happened in the last hundred years you could always look for any nearby [[museums]]. Otherwise you could [[Wander the city and keep your eyes open for anything cool]] or you could act on your burning excitement to see what [[A hundred years of improvements to VR look like.]]

"Wonderful! I'll be happy to give you a bit of personal help learning how to act and behave in this scary new time. Why don't we head back to my house first and I can treat you to a nice dinner." He says, grabbing his suitcase and heading out the door where you follow him to his sports car. The doctor grabs your hand and leads you into his house where he grabs a pen and writes something on the white board. He writes [["Lesson 1 - How you can show respect to men"]] or [["Lesson 1 - Being your true self and ignoring the critics."]] and says that it's up to you what you focus on?

You spend a few hours wandering the Museum and looking at varios exhibits and historical events. You find a bin of futuristic headphone devices that project audio in a sphere around your head, yet use forcefields to block the audio from going more than a foot from your ears, creating an artificial surround sound. Here's what you're able to piece together on your audio-guided tour: (This entire thing //should// be rewritten as it's basically a copy-paste of my personal notes for the game, but I wanted to include this kinda lore somewhere and writing 40,000 other words is taking priority over rewriting this, and I also don't really have perspective for what should be rewritten, so maybe after the contest and with a bit of feedback i'll rewrite it) Most of the late 2020s and early 2030s were about the same as the early 2020s, with people assuming nuclear war was only a year away as well as minor tech inventions along the level of truly waterproof phones. In 2035 a universal income was established (equating to about $20,000 a year in 2024 money) after robots became capable of completing 95% of the world's occupations, with only things like doctors, lawyers, and a few others requiring real people (though still being assisted by robots). Many people continued to have part time jobs either to keep busy or as an income suppliment. With 95% of the world's population suddenly having much more free time, this had three major effects of two good and a bad: The happiness of the average person nearly quadrupled, though many people began to feel unfulfilled with their lives and turned to having children or fulfilling their previously repressed fetishes to feel fulfilled and/or make the feelings go away. People such as school teachers or fast food employees were able to go back to school or work on their radical theories, and discovery and breakthroughs in the fields of science, technology, and nature began to exponentially increase. Finally, the crime rate actually went up, due to a combination of criminals getting legit income to fund bank heists/carjacking tools/pay subbordinates, the average pickpocketting being much more worthwhile as everyone was guaranteed to have at least a 5 figure income, and finally, previously non-criminal people now had more free time, so it's natural that at least a few of them would spend it illegitimately. Technological creations abounded, from deep-dive VR to AR goggles that people wore day to day that gave them a videogame-like HUD at all times, and even cybernetic limbs and brain implants to make you better than before weren't uncommon for rich people. Another thing to boom in the 2040s was pharmeseuticals. A cure for *most* terminal diseases was found, the most prominent that wasn't curable was a rare strain of cancer that effected 2% of everyone who got regular cancer, and the affliction became known as 'super cancer'. Adjacent to pharmaseuticals, dna splicing also entered the testing phase, allowing you to splice your dna with a cat to gain night vision, or splice dna with a horse to gain increased stamina and endurance (With the side effect of randomly becoming anywhere from 5% to 100% like a horse, something that still existed in its full form when it entered the market illegally in 2050. This technology was discovered in finland, where it was used to splice people with bunny DNA, and is also why they're known as In 2053 they finally worked out the kinks and side-effect free animal splices became available for $400,000, which explains why many people opted for the illegal back alley $3,200 versions. In 2060 they were able to use dna to create splices of mythical creatures and put *those* into the serums, enabling unicorn or draconic changes. In 2064 arguably the most breakthrough creation so far was created: a serum that would stop your teromeres from shortening with each split, which in effect caused you to age half as fast in every single way. At age 18 every US citizen is able to get one shot free and from age 18 to 160 they will age half as fast as normal (though their skills and muscle memory and brain and stuff will be uneffected, they still learn new things just as fast) Nothing else apart from inventions happened until 2075, including better technology like flying cars and LEDs that can power themselves, leading to environment-friendly always on lights that can last 100s of years. On top of this, teleportation began appearing as a viable option for short-range transporting. Any distance further than ten miles risked slight changes, but under that and it was fine. In 2075, New Zealand gained a dictator who promised to make new zealand the most powerful country in the world and declared war on the US. The battle lasted fifteen years and was fought entirely by robotic soldiers. As a result of the war, most AI were repurposed as soldiers and an unbelievable 83% of americans over 16 were working, many for the first time, and this remained for the majority of the war and even after it, as some of them enjoyed the work. The end result of the war was that New Zealand agreed to a truce if they would be paid their entire annual gross income as a country every year by the united states and that New Zealand citizens be considered diplomatic travellers in US soil. This was barely anything and the US leaders were more annoyed they couldn't have just started with this. New zealand now makes twice as much money and is called The "Democratic" kingdom of Zealandia (yes, with the quotation marks.) In 2090 the government figured it was finally time to colonize mars, but they didn't have the resources to do it on their own, so they enlisted Fi-Octa LLC, basically the walmart/amazon/google of the future to pay for and rockets and transport and the habitation systems, and over the course of 10 years they shipped 500 people to mars with the prominse of having to do a little bit of work settihng things up and mostly having everything taken care of, but within a year it actually became clear that they would be using mars as basically a giant sweatshop where the workers would work like crazy and the supplies would be shipped to earth. In 2095 Google and Apple, two brands that have since become shadows of their former selves merged and became the only brand capable of competing with Fi-Octa, though the new brand (Still called Google because it's the Goog of google and the Le of apple) is actually a borderline indie, local business that pays its employees well and has very great morals, using their tag line "We're more expensive, but we're not evil (anymore)". America told them that they had to abide by US laws and rules, but Fi-Octa said no and continued doing what they want. The UN initially decided they wouldn't accept any goods from mars, but that would be the real world equivalent of the US banning all apple products, shutting down the amazon.com website, and foreclosing on every single wal-mart in the US, so they just kinda... Kept allowing it. Eventually Fi-Octa LLC found a way to teleport items from earth to mars, but to allwo a huma nto teleport using the same teleport pad would be suicidal, so it's only used for items. From the war ending in 2090 to 2124 very few things changed (unless I think of more cool stuff before the game is finished). Many people continued working and even taught their children that it's good to have a job, leading to an employment rate of around 13% in 2124. Semi-relatedly, inflation grew steadily up through mid 2050s, when it actually reversed substancially, and $1 in 2024 money would be about $8 in 2124 money, give or take a few cents. Having learned more about the future (or rather, the past), you're ready to [[Leave the museum.]]

You pull the smartphone from your pocket and wander to the nearest fast food place to take advantage of their free wifi (Which your phone is miraculously still compatible with) and begin searching for anything you might find useful. In response to "Law changes of the last hundred years." you find the website 'Laws.g0v/New-laws', which explains that nearly fourty years ago thre was a robot uprising and androids have been the dominant race ever since. The robots are overwhelmingly powerful and it would take five hundred infantry with automatic Cobalt-infused ammunition to take down a single bot, and the only reason they're keeping humanity alive is due to a combination of their pity and the entertainment they recieve from it. It also explains that all humans are required to wear a special electronic collar and chastity cage or a robot will pick you up with one hand and drag you away to a mysterious and gruesome fate... The website does seem a little strange, but the consequences for not listening to it if it's true seem dire indeed. Do you [[Slink into a nearby alley and order the items that may very well save your life]]? Or do you [[Ignore it and go do something else |new life of the future!]]

Wasn't there some TV show where a guy went to his bank after being frozen and got like a trillion dollars? Couldn't hurt to see if [[it works for you]] You also notice something shiny shiny in a nearby parking lot, you could [[See if it's something valuable?]] There's a fancy suited woman with a briefcase pacing angrily back and forth by a bench, you could [[See if she needs help]] You feel a slight headache coming on and put a hand to your forehead... Something feels [[off]]

As you look around the city you notice seemingly advanced holograms being used for simple advertising and actual human-animal hybrids going about their day, causing you to wonder whether deep dive VR has been invented if everything else is so advanced. You take a trip to the nearest tech store and begin browsing the setups. Rather than headsets they apparently use collapsible pods that you sit in and jack into with a handful of wires. The box advertises full sensory overlap, approximately 24:1 time dilation, and a real, living and evolving world. The problem is that it also advertises a $22,000 price tag, which leaves you with two real options: You could try to get a crappy retail job and slowly [[earn the rig]], Or you could search around for an older model or 2nd hand version [[that you can already afford]]

You walk into the alley between a bank and a liquer store, and despite the cramped entrance it eventually opens towards the center, becoming a decently sized square plaza. It's made from the same polished white synthetic material and it has plenty of shiny bright LEDs, but whatever cleaning group handles the rest of the city clearly hasn't touched this spot in a few months, with graffiti, cigarettes, and general litter strewn across the area. Before long you're approached by a man in a black hoodie who reminds you of a lazy skateboard obsessed teenager if he made it to his mid 30s without growing out of it. "Hey, you interested in a little [[wager]]?" He asks excitedly. "It's fine if you're not though! I've got other things. You could Buy some of my top tier Liimaas, [[If you don't mind a tiny side effect or two]]." He says hopefully.

You tell him that you've got $2500 and that you don't mind placing a bet or two. He smiles and pulls a white box from his backpack, dropping it in the air a few feet above the ground. Rather than fall to the ground with a crash it hangs in place and even begins unfolding until it's approximately the size of a kitchen table. Once it's set up he pulls five cups and a single white ball from his bag as well. It seems that some things never go out of style, even street hustling games. Although even if you know how to play you don't know what you're supposed to be gambling with. You ask how you can bet if all you've got is a credit card and the man chuckles. "You here from 2060? Just about everyone’s incorporated themselves nowadays, and from there it’s as simple as making an anonymous donation of $1000 in liquid assets to the winner's self-corporation.” He says, and you sheepishly tell him you knew that while he guides you through the process of ‘incorporating yourself’. Now that everything is ready the man is finally able to get started. He presses a button on the side of the cups and they begin to shuffle themselves around. They're going so slowly that at first you wonder if there's some kind of trick, but when they stop and you point to the leftmost cup it turns transparent, revealing the yellow ball sitting comfortably inside. Almost immediately you recieve a notification on your phone confirming that you're now $1000 richer! Without asking you he presses the button again and it goes much the same as last time, and before you know it you're up to $4,500! With today's inflation it's not as impressive as it sounds, but you're just happy to have earned more in a minute than you'd have earned in a month back in the past. "You're doin' pretty good! Saaay, how about you try that great skill against something more worthwhile?~ Five thousand on you mising this next ball." He says charasmatically, tapping his fingers on the floating table. Winning would give you enough to get a great head-start on your new life, but a loss would also leave you $500 in debt and you have no idea what he might make you do to pay him back. You could [[Go all in]] and try to squeeze one more payday out of this guy, or perhaps you're much too cautious for that and [[tell him you're quitting while you're ahead]] so that you can find somewhere nice to spend some of your newfound cash.

He laughs excitedly and pulls a few vials from his bag, explaining that these are real cutting edge meds but no one wants them because of something silly like their hair color getting a bit lighter. You still don't know what a 'liimaas' is but you honestly don't expect this guy to be able to explain it to you so you just wait for him to finish. Once three corked vials are placed on the table he begins a speech. "Okay, so these are two grand a piece and I promise results within twenty minutes. The [[Green vial]] will give you insane stamina and endurance while the [[Blue vial]] will make all the ladies love you. Just cough up the dough, down the vial, and enjoy being superior to everyone else you know!" He says. It's a bit early to be optimistic, but maybe he's really on to something? He looks around to make sure no one is within earshot and pulls a [[Red vial]] from his bag as he leans forward to speak quietly in your ear. "This one is extra dangerous, so i'm only selling it to peeps that look trustworthy, but I like your attitude so far. I sourced this one from less than legitimate means and the only note I could find anywhere was 'Could help you rob a bank???' and I have no idea what it could be. If you want it you can have it for ten percent of the profits you get from your first bank job, but if it turns you into a sexy bank teller lady than don't complain to me, alright?"

You look left and right to make sure you're not in anyone's way and you lean down, but it's just a gum wrapper. It seems that even a hundred years of progress can't cure people being litterbu— HOLY SHIT WHAT IS THAT?! ... ... M-s-... Mi-- P-ea-- wa-- u-! Mmh? Someone seems to be talking to you from really far away and they seem pretty distressed. You're also //really// tired though, and whatever you're in right now is pretty comfortable. Do you want to [[See what the voice wants]] or [[Not bother and keep laying down]]?

You quickly reach a wall that you were sure had been a door when you first came in. "To end the tour, please go left." Says your audio tour, and with no reason to do otherwise, you follow. There are twists and turns and you're pretty sure you're not even on the same floor as the exit. Just as you're about to toss the headphones and find your own way back, the voice begins to freak out. "To reach the end o̵̧͓̪̘̞̖̣̳̙̭͙̅͂̏͐̊̏͊̚͜f̵̢̳̮̪͓̾̈́̍͑͑͆̎̊̕͝ͅͅ ̷̡̢̨̱̜͇̬͚͕̩̫͍̲̀͆͋̾̕͜ͅy̵̢̡̨̢̥̦̱̪̠̰̥̳͂̇ͅo̸̢̦̙̞̣̣̫͇͂͋̃͗̆͛̏̐̽̈́͒̚̚̕ͅu̶͚̖̲̯̣̓̐̊̎̇̀̋̒͂̆̎͝͠͝r̶̡̧͓͋͂̿̕ ̵͖̦̓́͋̋͐̉̑̓̉͒̍f̴̳͙̰́̀͐ŗ̶̢̼͎͙̯͔̙̗͑̅̀̅̇̿̈́̊̚̕̚̚͝ȩ̶̛̛͚͎̞͖̈́́͊̋͑̾̎̿͌͋͌͝͝e̵̛̼̻̥͙̓̋̌͊̏̏̆́̈́ͅd̷̢̫̙̪̬͇̣̹̫̘̋̊̃̅͂̾͠o̸͖͕̭̥̒̓͌̀͝ḿ̵̡̗̬̥͌̏̉͜͝͠͝, please take a l̴̡̺̞͖̉̄͆̃̓͗̍ͅē̶̛̬̖̠͓̜̲͔̝̦͚͍̉̓̓̚f̵̨͔̳̘̪͚̻̯͓̘̲̩̩̠̤͂̈́͋̈́̒̀̽̇̄̓͛t̵̺̺͉̞̭̤̩̗̺͕̭͙͑͐̌̇̓̎̌̿̈́̀͋ ̸̡̘̩͔̖̺͇̠͎̰̜̖͚͛́͒r̴̢̢̧̮̰͉̬̖̫͓̻̻̈́̑̀̀̆̓̿̑̀̅̅̚͝į̷̞̭̹̦̾̑̾͆̂̃̓̿̈́̅́̿̔͠ͅģ̷̣͖̖̠̤̹̯͚̮̀͂͘͜͜͜h̷̩̘̭͙̖͒ṫ̷̢̞̺̘̬̟̟̘̜͎̠̙̮̤̞͋̀̇ ̵̨̪̭̬̻̞̙̞̦̳̳̼̓͆͝r̴̢̺̫̠͙͉̤̩̖̤͍̫͔̄͋̅͝ͅi̴̒̔͐̐͗̑͒̒̽́̆͛̚͜͠g̶̢͍̰̱̼̥͎͕̮̤̯̤̺̝̏̽̂h̸̪̗̤̥͋̈̉ṫ̸̨̢̼͎̖̭͚̱̤͔̰̝̅̃̉̿͊̐̈́̒̊̉̋͆̀̕ͅͅ ̶͕̼̖͙̯̙̫̟͑͑͂̑͆͐͆̕͜ͅļ̷̡̢̟̯̣̱̗̙̥͙̰̳̋̽͑͜ͅȩ̷̰̯̤̣̲̻̺̼͚̼̯̖͈̥̒͐f̷̙̟͙͕̩̖̟̻̼̰͎̲̓͆̆̓̕t̵̨̛͖̟̥̼̪͖͔̪̤̭͕̓̈́͊̄̌̈́̋͝ ̶̧̜̤̥͔͎̹̌̊̔̌̓̑̐̉͌̍͜ū̶̼͈̘p̷̘̯̣̻̰͎̻͊̊̎͑̉͆̀̓̎͘͠ͅ ̴̘͈̙̩͉̬̳͈͉̺͔̻̪̑͗̎̿̊͑̓͝ͅͅp̴̭̫͓̩̂̊́̂͊̐̋̐̉̕͘̕h̷̜͙͇́̇͊̆͊̓͛̔̔̈́̾͗̉͊ă̵̬͛̓̋̊̃s̵̹͇͙̼̫͇̭͖̍̚ė̴̝̼͚͓̯̩̲̣͓͉͈͇̙̀̈͌̃̉̈̚̕ ̸̫̻̼̯̓̆̽̈̂̊̑r̴̨̦͉̀̕į̶̢̞͔͇̬̖̭͚̩̰͛̒̔g̵͙͉͉̖͓̥̹͈͇̯̲̖͍̹̙̈́͆̚ḩ̷̢̢̨̞͍͎̣̤̹͔̲̹́̍̍̉̅̋͋̽t̵̮̲̭̣̗͆̂̋̈́̚͜ ̶̻̓̋͜͝d̴̙̬̍́̆͛͛̑͊́́̕ö̷͖̩͙̰̘̙̞̰̟̝́́͆̒͊̉͂̐̎͛͋̚͜w̴̢̹̳͎̱̖͓̞͍̹̝͑̃̀̈́̆̓̈̌̚̚͠͝͝͝n̵̨͓̼̔̕͠ ̷̢̠̳̟̫̗̞͇͔͑̕͝l̸͍̙̲̥̠̝̖̪̬̬̳̤͚̍͂͒͐̌̆́̊̒̊͜͜ę̷̢̛̰̤̼͈̞̀̏̌́̚͝f̶̧̛̪̹̼̖̗̏̿̽̌͂̅̊̕͠t̴̪͔̎͑͑̂͋̿͋́͐̎̄ here. Uuuh... Either way it seems there's only two ways to go, so do you take a [[right|statue]] or a [[left|Mime]]

Bad end, CW: Not overly horny, kinda dark You take a right and head down the dark hallway that stretches on into the distance You put a hand to the wall and feel your way forward, walking for half an hour with no light and no sign of the exit. Your feet already hurt as you plod along and it's beginning to feel as though this hallway will never end, but eventually, finally, you reach the end. Of the solid ground. You fall a few meters through the large hole and land in a large vat of liquid so thick that it almost feels like landing on solid ground, except that you eventually sink into it and despite your immense struggling it proves too heavy for you to even lift an arm. With no other choice you wait for help at the bottom of the tank. The tank eventually slows down, and the harder it becomes for you to move the slower the vat spins until it eventually stops completely and you drop through the bottom and fall yet again, this time directly onto the main floor of the Museum. The first thing you notice is that you look and feel just like a classical statue. From the chiseled grey look to the inability to move a muscle, the only thing setting you apart from statues hand-crafted by master artists in the 1600s is your pose. For whatever reason the stamce you've been given has one hand on a large stone cock and another groping imporessive set of tits. <img src="Ending1.jpeg"/> "Attention patrons, the Museum will close in five minutes. Please make your way to the exit and have a great day!" Boomed the loudspeaker, yet no matter how hard you slammed your arms forward or tried to flail your body around, you remained on your grey pedastal. You continue trying to escape your stone-based prison through the night, straining your arms to no avail until the light begins to stream in and your exhibit is surrounded by the people walking by in the morning.. "I wouldn't mind looking like that! Seems like they're having a lot of fun." Said one of the visitors, though he has no way of knowing that you can't feel a thing through your thick stone coating. Even your hand, constantly affixed to your massive rock dick doesn't actually touch you. "Yeah, but she's also a statue. As in not real, so let's go look at something actually interesting." His companion said, and just like that you're alone again, without any means of escape or pleasure, and those two's teasing has got you in the mood for some self love. Unfortunately, as a statue your wants and needs are irrelevant and you remain stuck firmly in place, but at least you find out what your exhibit is! When someone takes a selfie with you you're able to see yourself on their camera for a few seconds. You could already see your body, but you now know that there is a wide, almost caricaturish smile on your face as if you'd been frozen mid orgasm, definitely not matching how you feel inside. Meanwhile your pedestal reads 'A statue of our ancestor' and the plaque goes on to semi-accurately explain what life was like a hundred years ago, leaving you with quite a few questions. Did the museum trap you on purpose, or was it a hacker with some vendetta agaisnt you? Are the museum-goers aware that you're a real person? Will you ever be allowed to leave? And the question that grows ever more important, is there any way to cum in this new body? Sadly there's no way to find these answers and you have no other option but to wait. And wait. And wait. Has it been a month yet? You don't have any way to record the passage of time, so it's mostly down to your guesses. You can tell when it gets dark or light, but lately you've been distracting yourself with arousal-fueled fever dreams where you get to fuck literally anything. One of the statues in your peripheral vision has been replaced, was it a person? Maybe they'll try to break it down and the person inside will pop out and he'll be free, just like you'll be someday... For every day that passes it becomes harder to think. You distract yourself with fantasies so often that you're only marginally aware of what goes on in the real world despite never being able to sleep. What you would give for a single breah on your stone dick right now. You strongly believe that even if you can't feel it, the excitement would be enough to fry your mind with pleasure. Not that anyone has shown much interest in giving pleasure to a statue. -------------------------------------------- "Hey, you think this one's worth anything?" Said one scavanger as his bionic eye lit up a corner of the room with a dusty, sun-worn statue of a well endowed futanari grinning madly and holding her cock. "Might as well drop it by Tony later and check, not like anyone's gonna miss it. I heard this place's been closed since 2630!" The other replied, grabbing it by the waist and leaving his partner to grab the rest. On the way out the door he underestimates how thin the archway is and the statue is snapped in half. "Well I guess it's not worth much //now//." He says with a sigh, letting both halves fall onto the outside steps. Not that you mind, you barely even notice that there's no actual human inside of the stone. Was your body turned to stone in the vat? Did the statue slowly overtake your body as you accepted your fate? You'll never know, and you'll never care. Whole, broken, outside, inside, none of these matter to you. Why would you care what goes on in real life when you're halfway through an in-depth 200 year fantasy in which you're dared to fuck every single adult human being in montana in alphabetical order? No, 'you' haven't been there in a looong time, but there's nothing wrong with that. When someone comes and picks your body from the steps and throws you in the junkyard that's just normal business. Life as a statue (even a broken one) is just fine when you're constantly trapped in an arousal-melted fever dream. Ending #1 - Stone Hot [You are statue of '2020s human', people say they wish they'd feel pleasure like you, but you don't feel any pleasure, the end.

(CW - Bestiality You take a right turn and as you pass the corner you see the exit (complete with sign and arrow) right ahead of you! Sprinting forward you charge through the hallway, and although your're caught off guard by a thick white liquid falling from the ceiling and coating you head to toe, you don't let it slow you down as you try to escape this strange place. The door is right there, you just need to head through and you'll be back on the streets! Small problem: The door frame isn't working. The door itself opens just fine, but when you try to walk through you simply bounce off as if there's an invisible wall! You wonder if it's a forcefield of some kind, but everyone else seems free to head through the door in either direction, and it's not until an invisible hand begins dragging you to the center of the lobby that you catch your new reflection in the windows of the museum. Your skin has turned a dim white while your new clothes (A beret, gloves, a T-shirt and long pants) have turned either black or striped black-and-white in contrast. The hand doesn't stop at pulling you and before long you're being groped in public to a chorus of laughter and applause. It's not until your attempts at screaming for help fail to produce any sound that you realize what's happened: You've become a sexy female Mime. <img src="ending2.png"/> (Couldn't find a lot of fitting mime images, so here's this one. If you know of a better one lemme know) Eventually the invisible hands get tired of groping you and exposing your body to dozens of onlookers, but before you can breathe a sigh of relief you feel something warm, tight, and throbby pressing against your ass. You bite your lip and lean against the invisible barriers as your assailant poudns your ass and allows people to get a unique look into your gaped ass mid-fuck. To add insult to injury he pulls out and cums directly on your face, leaving you to complain internally because no one can even see his invisible cum, so what's the benefit of making your day even worse?! For the rest of the night you're fucked, groped and toyed with in the middle of the mall. Are these actual invisible people there with you? is their body being projected remotely? Is it simply dick/hand shaped extentions of the forcefields themselves? You have no idea, and it doesn't really matter to you when you're being used regardless. A couple things happen over the next week: You discover that it's not just humans that can freely abuse your holes, dogs and even (thankfully the very uncommon) horse will occasionally slobber on you and completely destroy your pussy as spectators laugh and treat it as a completely normal street performance. After another few weeks the museum puts a card scanning machine to accept (steal) tips for your performance. You've been pumped full of doggy batter enough times that you really deserve that money, but there's little you can do about it from your box. It can also turn itself into an invisible kennel when dogs are using you, just for that added bit of ironic sting. It does get easier over time though. You may not have freedom or control, but you don't have to go to work or get up early, and you do get to cum //a lot//. You even sometimes feel like you're protecting the lives of those who watch you, as every once in a while your human and animal partners are swapped out with something massive, slimy, and with a whole lot of tentacles, and you can't help but imagine that anyone who glances at it would either turn to stone or go insane. Maybe it's a good thing that one's invisible... Ending #2 - Don't need nothin' but a good mime

Hmm... If the people of this age are as media-centered as they were in your time you may be able use your situation to gain some easy fame and therefore money! Explaining what it was like before flying cars (are there even flying cars in //this// time period?), maybe even some merch and coffee mugs or whatever. Though the big question is what kind of famous you'd like to be...

Image credits: I AM UNABLE TO ADD SPOILER MARKS IN TWINE. THE TITLES OF THE ENDINGS WILL SPOIL THE CONTENT OF THE ENDINGS!!!!! DO NOT SCROLL DOWN UNLESS YOU EITHER DO NOT CARE OR HAVE ALREADY SEEN MOST ENDINGS. Also, if you see an imageless ending and know one that fits or have a better image for it feel free to let me know. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Endings: Nylon picture - It's from the sales page of an online catsuit retailer, but I can no longer find the website Ending one - Statue - Oshin https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/67223522 ending two - mime - Motylek https://twitter.com/MotylekOfficial/status/1639738687893405697 Redhead introduction - Userisbad https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=9863099 ending three - findom - Shonomi https://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/shonomi/434733/Pyrrha-x-Coco-RWBY-Extracurricular Ending four - fantasy horse - Vyazinrei https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/113848183 ending five - fantasy meek - Konoshige and Ryuun https://twitter.com/tnsrk612/status/1588550121142497280 Slime introduction - Moral Cacoethes https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=8289179 Ending six - cumslut- Kinky Queen https://twitter.com/kinkyqueen13/status/1644740173194842112 Ending seven - bimbo- Zo'Dee https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=1996540 Ending Eight - Nickelodeon Gak - unyin . https://twitter.com/UnyinNSFW/status/1619557264570085376 //and// red slime image with no source or artist listed https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=6448101 Goblin introduction - Can't find artist name and source link leads to a forbidden URL, but this is the r34 page: https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=9124057 Ending Nine - Green Whore - Kikka Sorra https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=4996292 Ending Ten - Size Queen - LluisaBadais rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=9840339 Succubus introduction - KatouShinobu - https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=9605353 Ending Eleven - Bad succubus - Gurigurisan https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=5671791 Ending Twelve - Cumcubus artist - Yumejidake https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/84322019 Ending Thirteen - Fuck nugget - Iri-neko https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=1481824 Ending Fourteen - Limb whore - No image sadly, had trouble finding one that was close enough to be worth including. Ending Fifteen - IQ theft - Smokeghostwolf - https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/117152266 Ending Sixteen - Pet limbs Drawnthatwayxx - https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=2050836 Sub introduction in dom path - Afrobull https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=7728062 Ending Seventeen - Cruel Dom - this and nice dom don't have images, but there's one of the sub on the path before Ending Eighteen - Beggar Danny782 https://www.deviantart.com/danny782/art/Byleth-and-Edelgard-939543621 Ending Nineteen - Gloryhole - KVPK 5428- https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/99295667 Ending Twenty - Pig - Hikagenootimsya - https://e621.net/posts/1921935 Ending Twentyone - Stepford - Sealguy - https://rule34.us/index.php?r=posts/view&id=8195741 Ending TwentyTwo - Google - No image Ending TwentyThree - Cuberific! From the game 'Taiminin Asagi 3' Ending TwentyFour - Aliens!!! - Lilassiaboy - https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=9494617 Ending Twenty Five - not gay - Chinanago7010 - https://twitter.com/chinanago7010/status/1659876632780308483 Ending Twenty Six - Giffany - Parowy https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=2555369 Ending Twenty Seven - Cruel giant. - OkiOppai https://twitter.com/OkiOppaiLegit/status/1598078057088053248 Ending Twenty Eight - Kind Giant. - Whitelister https://www.furaffinity.net/view/55772353/ Ending Twenty Nine - Super Gay - No tagged artist, https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=9729216 Ending Thirty - Princess Peach - Hiruson - https://twitter.com/hiruson_lewd/status/1645832887701504000 Ending Thirty One - Harley Quinn - Lepire - https://twitter.com/lepireart/status/1572572431889608705?s=21&t=T0DW7R0m0XRd-Br3nw1x2Q Ending Thirty Two - Booth Glitch - Oukadan - https://twitter.com/Oukadan/status/1773452081300386277/photo/1 Ending Thirty Three - Doggy Dog world. - No image even though I really wanted one. sadly couldn't find one to fit. If you can find a good one PLEASE let me know, okay? Ending Thirty Four(Technically ending 19 chronologically, but forgot to write it down) - Kind Dom -this and cruel don't have images, but there's one of the sub on the path before. Ending Thirty Five - Bank - Majalis - https://twitter.com/majalisart/status/1203759721976602625 Ending Thirty Six - JOI Succubus - Koakuma - www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/92179650 Ending Thirty Seven - Strip-bot Eigaka https://e621.net/posts/1302360?q=pole+helmet

Getting a job would be a massive headache and you really don't want to think about it right now. Instead You go for a walk while contemplating how to best acquire a cheaper VR set and eventually realize that you've accidentally walked back to your apartment! It's a long shot, but now that you're here it couldn't hurt to see if you can get your deposit back. <img src="redhead.png"/> (But she's actually clothed and sitting at a desk) At the counter is a very attractive redhead who's too distracted with what appear to be AR glasses, though you don't know what she's actually doing with them. You wait patiently for a minute before eventually knocking on the desk to get her attention, and once she's finally looking up from the screen you explain that you lived in apartment 2F in 2024 and would like your deposit back. "Mmh, let me check that for you." She says, rolling her eyes and tapping the air a few times. A look of surprise washes over her and she looks between you and whatever's on her 'screen'. "Wow, You really weren't kidding, same looks and everything. Well, we can't really give you the deposit, but I can arrange for you to [[Get your first two months free on a new apartment]] if you'd like... Or you could let me have it, i could really use a few rent free months and i can make sure you don't regret it." She offers. She's //really/ hot and it seems like you could get a nice relationship (or at least a friendship with benefits) going out of this, but can you really afford to [[let her have your apartment?]]

You go online to place an apartment and find a page explaining that for the last 70 years there has been a universal income of around $10,000 a month in today's money, meaning you can get one month of your apartment free and still have $7000 left! After that you swing by a fast food place, ask if they're hiring and you get the job pretty much on the spot. The future seems pretty nice so far, even if you still have to work. That night you lay in bed and watch hours of videos about the standout game for the Oculoid Nift(y), FantasYeehaw 2, which apart from the name is completely incredible! One day in-game is one hour irl, and playing the game is almost as refreshing as sleeping. The machine can also feed you a semi-nutritious gruel while you play, allowing for up to three IRL months of uninterupted play!There's also a 20,000 square mile map where every plant and animal and person grow in real time even when no one is in the game, and there are over 5,000 quests with a hundred new ones replacing others every in-game week! You can hardly wait, but it's important to go to work if you ever want to play it for yourself. The next month passes by on the spot, but between your job and universal income you're just able to afford it by keeping the heat off all month and mostly eating ramen. you head into the tech store and can't stop smiling as you bring the surprisingly small box to the counter and finally get your own copy! While standing in line you see someone buying an identical product yet it only costs $2200, and once you're up you ask him about it. "Oooh, that's the NPC version, you wouldn't want that one. See, the NPCs in some of the Oculoid's games are a bit... Dumb, so they have models where you can play all of the games for free, but you're stuck as a civilian. For every eight hours that you spend as a maid, or teaching middle school, or as the clerk in an armor store you get about 1/100th of the way to your machine becoming a full Oculoid complete with each of the games you've played. If you've got 800 hours to spend it can be worth it especially if you resell the machine once you get bored, but it's an absolutely horrendous grind." He explains as he scans your card. Feeling a lot better that you did the responsible thing and got a job, you carry your package home and begin setting up the pod. It's surprisingly easy and requires only a few button presses before you're able to climb in and enter the game. One of the only things you're asked is how long to set up the simulation, with a warning that under certain scenarios such as strong curses or character pregnancy, you can //only// be removed by the timer that you set here. An ingame month seems pretty good, just under 32 hours of IRL time so you only need to call in for one day of work! Heading around the house you make sure everything is taken care of and hop inside. //Booting... Entering 'FantasYeeHaw 2 - Full version'.// //Assets loaded, Have a great time!// You wake up in a sparsely furnished bedroom, a large bag of gold on the dresser. Information begins pooling into your head, though it's not intrusive or annoying, simply letting you know your character's backstory and history. Apparently you're a relatively normal half-elf who's just recently saved enough money to try your hand at being an adventurer! You grab the money and head out the door, unable to suppress your natural smile at how fun this is going to be! You're making your way to the weapon shop when an old, experienced looking wizard with a long beard stops you in your tracks. "Aaah, my magic tells me that you're on your way to become an adventurer? Well a squishy elf like you will stand no chance against the raid bosses of olde, but if you had a bit of my special, class changing magick..." He says. You did find it a bit odd that there was no race select, perhaps this was a part of the tutorial? "Uh, sure! If this is something i'm supposed to do to make my character, let's do it. What are the options?" You say, and the wizard stabs his staff into the ground and a holographic menu pops up. The wizard apparently can't directly tell you which race you'll be choosing so that you don't try to meta-game, so you're limited to somewhat vague descriptions. The first race is one powered by demonic energy, with a focus on dexterity and charisma but a lack of strength. The second is a very durable yet unorthodox race which resists slashing damage, has excellent constitution and is low on wisdom. Finally, I could make you into the perfect race for picking pockets and robbing banks, so if you're a bit of a gold hoarder you know which one to pick. "so, what'll it be? The [[Demonic Race]], the [[unorthodox race]], or the [[Best Thief]]

CW: Very extreme, findom, overworking, very-poor-living-conditions "You will?! Great~ Let's head into //my// apartment to seal the deal." She punctuates her sentence by popping her gum bubble and walks upstairs, her fat butt swaying the entire way. Once you're both inside she has you sit at the table and pulls out a confusingly worded, fifteen page long contract and explains that it's just the agreement to transfer ownership of the apartment. You pick it up and begin to read, but while you're still on the first page your new friend shoves a few fingers inside your eager slit. She must be so grateful for the free apartment that she can't wait to start pleasing you! She's so nice.. You try to read more of the contract, but all you can think about are her expert hands teasing and toying with your pussy. In an effort to speed things along you sign your name at the bottom, but the redhead's reaction doesn't remotely match what you'd expected. She's holding a strange device with lights and straps and a padlock, and her wide, monstrous grin looks unnatural on her otherwise attractive, petite body. "I can't believe someone actually signed that thing, You really think with your pussy, don't you? From now on you won't be doing //anything// with it unless I allow it." She says, strapping the chastity belt over your crotch and locking it away with a key, passcode, and fingerprint scanner. Before locking you up she'd managed to bring you right to the edge of orgasm, and at this moment you want nothing more than to taste the sweet exctacy of cumming. You tell her that if this is one of her kinks you wouldn't mind occasionally indulging it, but you really need to cum right now. She laughs and motions for you to kneel beside her which you quickly do. "In addition to signing the apartment's lease to me you've also agreed to wear your chastity belt 24/7 for as long as I want (possibly the rest of your life), and under threat of a $10,000,000 fine you will not remove it without my express permission." ....Fuck. Feeling like it's your only choice you bow until your face is touching the floor and beg all your heart to be allowed to cum. Sensing your weakness she gives you a deal. "How about this: Once a month I will meet with you and decide if you've pleased me enough to deserve an orgasm. If you've done enough for me and haven't pissed me off, you'll get a full, true orgasm from the retractable vibrator in your belt. If not you'll just have to work harder next month." She says, holding out her foot for you to kiss, which you immediately begin lathering with lipstick marks and nervously ask if you've earned an orgasm. "Weeeell, the apartment is pretty sweet, and I like your attitude... Okay, you can have a full orgasm right now as long as you agree not to have one next month." She offers, and your arousal soaked brain instantly accepts. It takes ten minutes for you to stop giggling from the pure adrenaline high of the powerful orgasm. As soon as you've recovered enough to walk she practically pushes you out the door and tells you to "be ready for tomorrow", whatever that means. Away from your tormentress and with a clear mind you begin researching the validity of your 'contract', and unfortunately you find stories of other people being made to do any number of things because they accidentally signed an agreement. Feeling annoyed with yourself you use $1800 of your $2500 to buy a week at a nearby motel and promise that by the time it's up you'll have a job. As it turns out you both do and do not keep that promise. The next day you head to the woman's apartment to see what you were supposed to be ready for, and apparently she wanted you to do her job for her! The boss was an AI that didn't care who sat at the desk as long as the job got done, so that's how you ended up working the counter while the redhead sat in your apartment for free. The rest of the week you tried to search for jobs, but they all either didn't pay enough, were already overtaken by AI, or weren't okay with you spending 8AM to 4PM every day at a different job. When the motel kicked you out it didn't take long for you to beg the redhead (Who'd begun demanding that you call her 'Mistress') to be able to sleep in //her// apartment. "I don't take pity on freeloaders, and you don't even have a paying job, so there's no way i'm letting you stay here." She said, clearly enjoying how easily she can fuck you over. "Although, in my time working the desk i've yet to see anyone enter the broom closet, so if you don't mind spending your nights finding out how it feels to be a mop you can always stay there." You open your mouth to complain, or bargain, or do literally anything, but Mistress rubs her foot against your chastity belt as if to remind you that she owns you, and the fear of not getting an orgasm this month shuts you up. The idea of going another three weeks is already as much as you can handle. The time until your next release pass by at a glacial pace, and between working Mistress's job, looking for one for yourself, and sleeping in a cubicle sized room surrounded by cleaning supplies, your orgasm is about the only thing you're looking forward to. You head to her apartment, knock twice, and kneel outside her door, hoping that she's not in the shower or asleep. She made it very clear that you are not allowed to enter on your own, and you can only knock once per hour. Additionally, she has a camera set up that will automatically alert her if you begin kneeling and then leave before the door opens, so once or twice you've been left at her door all night just waiting for a response. Thankfully it only takes twenty minutes this time and she has you crawl in on all fours. "You've done //very// well this month!~ "I've" worked 160 hours, you haven't complained a single time, and you're starting to get real good with that tongue of yours. I would definitely, absolutely give you a full orgasm this month. If you hadn't already agreed not to have one when your greedy pussy needed an orgasm the minute you got that belt on." She said, shattering your hopes and ensuring that you'd be on your best behavoir for the next month at the same time. <img src="ending3.png"/> After forcing you to giver her an orgasm (and moaning a lot more than she had to), Mistress let you go back to your closet where you spend the rest of the night rubbing your hands over the metal belt. Go to work, go to your tiny room, fantasize about being able to cum, repeat. This is your life for the next month, but eventually, finally, you're ready for your orgasm. You kneel by her chair and wait almost two hours for her to open the door (She's been a little less interested in you the last few days). She cuffs your hand and sets your belt to lightly vibrate. "You've done a great job so far, my little helper, I just need one more small thing from you. See, your free lease runs out tomorrow, but I've gotten pretty used to a free apartment, so if you want your orgasm you're going to send in this application for a job at Mcdonalds and you'll give me the cost of my apartment and then a tip (of about 30% of the rest of your wages) for taking care of you." She said. There's nothing she could have asked that would change your answer, so of course you nod furiously and beg her to make you cum. In your horny haze she almost seems generous for letting you keep nearly half of the wages from one of your two jobs, and being given the single greatest orgasm of your life doesn't make it any easier to dislike her. You struggle to stay concious, and by the time that the feelings begin to subside you're on your back with curled toes and a huge smile. The next day you apply for your second job and are accepted on the spot, as having a couple human workers can be quite useful, but hardly anyone works at fast food places anymore as it barely pays and it's hard to feel like you're really accomplishing anything. Your job is mostly supervising the robots and occasionally waiting on some customers. Just enough to be both physically tiring and decently stressful. As part of your new schedule you wake up at 7:30AM, clean yourself in the employee bathroom, work from 8-4, jog to Mcdonalds and work from 5-1AM, run back and check if mistress needs anything before finally falling asleep some time between 2:30 and 4 depending on how long it takes her to notice you. On the bright side you're able to buy a sleeping bag and a few decent pairs of clothes for yourself before Mistress begins asking for expensive things that you can (and do) buy her. Every month Mistress's purchase 'requests' became more expensive until eventually you could no longer afford them. Faced with disappointing the person who could fully control you there was no option but to ask your boss if you could work full time saturday and half days on sunday, to which he quickly accepted, happy to have such a dedicated employee. Losing most of your only times to relax hurts, but not as much as it would to never cum again if Mistress got really angry and melted your key. The lack of sleep is really beginning to mess with you, but not as much as the lack of orgasm. You don't know if Mistress is messing with you or your belt is acting up, but throughout the day it seems to vibrate on and off, complicating your jobs even further. When you politely ask if she knew anything about it she tells you that it must be your imagination after so much time without any stimulation, and who are you to argue with Mistress? For the next few months you mostly continue this trend, and you're even able to approach seven hours of sleep by napping at the desk during slow hours. It does demote you to a ruined orgasm one month, but the exhaustion of serving couldn't be avoided forever. On your sixth orgasm appraisal Mistress looked very excited about something, and she was all too happy to tell you about it. "You've been my worker for quite a while now, and you've made me over $100,000! Pretty impressive, and I hope you can keep going for a while longer.—" Even knowing that a lot of that is inflation, it's still painful. "— But it won't be in person anymore. I met this really cute guy and he lives a few states away," She says, giving you hope that maybe you'll finally be able to keep your own money! "Don't worry though, I have a neice in her 20's who could use a free place to live, so as long as I keep recieving my cut from you the orgasms will be on an automated cycle from here on out. I ccouldn't really figure out how to choose the time so I think it's set for 6AM, so I guess you'll have to stay up if you want to really experience the orgasm, but that's probably fine." She mentioned with a shrug. "Oh! And don't expose her to any of your weird fetishes, she thinks i'm being a nice aunt and paying for the apartment and I don't want you telling her anything else." Mistress says, shutting you down once again. She allowed you to give her head one last time as a parting "gift" to you before kicking you out and locking the door. You head back to your room and contemplate whether you're brave enough to try to break the chastity belt, likely automatically alert Mistress and encurring the fine. Would you be arrested? Could she force you to pay 99% of your salary to her through the courts and making your life even worse? You're only snapped from your terrified daydreams by the bell at the front door. You step out of the closet acting as though you were putting something away and help guide the woman through the leasing process. You can't help but notice that she's paying with Mistress's card, though her hot looks gave away who she was as soon as you saw her. Flush with embarrassment you can't stop yourself from staring at her ass as she climbs the steps just as you had with her aunt... Ending 3 - I spent way too much time on this one.

She's pretty hot (Or maybe you don't bend that way, that's none of my business) but there's no way she's worth two month's rent! You politely decline and slink to your room so you can scour the web for any kind of cheap VR rig that can get you into the game. The first thing you notice is how little the internet has changed, Apart from some QoL features and every logo just being a different colored square it's basically the same, but more importantly you finally find a rig that's only $1800, arrives today and even has a warranty! You place your order and after a few hours hear a quiet whirring from the hallway. Upon opening the door a propeller-less drone flies in and drops your package on the living room floor, and once opened you only have to press a button to make the microwave sized piece of tech telescope into a shiny black pod the size of a small closet. You suppress your nerves and step inside as the pod fills with a clear liquid and you slowly lose conciousness in the thick, wet liquid. //Booting.....// // Connection established... Entering FantasYeehaw 2; NPC edition - Duration: Indefinite// //Human conciousness succesfully transferred to cloud, loading assets...// "Hey, wake up you lazy ass, I don't want to open late again because of you." Comes a loud, high pitched voice above you. You jolt up and hop out of bed, looking for your dress. Your name is Simma and you're the only daughter of a mediocre adventurer. He'd tried teaching you how to fight, but you could never get the hang of it and once he passed away you were forced to find a more mundane source of income, hence why you're currently laying in the staff room of the local inn. You work as one of the wenches of the adjacent tavern, and the woman trying to wake you up is the boss Toria. "Sorry, miss. I'll be ready in just a minute, I had to stay up late last night fixing my skirt after a drunkard got a little rowdy and tore it." You say. Wait... That's not you! You were just in your bedroom preparing for a fun VR adventure, so why are you a lowly tavern girl and what's with all of these thoughts pouring into your head? Growing up with your dad and constantly failing at anything to do with adventuring. Being too shy and insecure to ever kiss a boy and gaining a reputation as a prude, leading to you never going on a date with anyone. Applying for a job at the tavern after your father's death and feeling grateful and indebted to the verbally abusive Innkeeper because she hired you despite being a semi-incompetent clutz. It takes almost a minute of clutching your head in your hands and concentrating hard to sort out your thoughts and feelings. The you from the world of technology that doesn't have magic is the real one while the current you must be false memories, but even now the "real" you feels much like a recent dream that's trying to slip away from you. Regardless of how real or fake the world you currently inhabit is you'll likely still need to feed and house yourself, so you slide the provocatively small Tavern-girl uniform over your body and head to the seating area. Toria instructs you to stand by the counter with your hands folded as it's "Unprofessional to take up too much space" according to her. While waiting for customers you try to open any sort of debug menu or pause menu to no evail. You never even thought about it before hopping in the pod and now you have no idea how to leave! Eventually a few patrons shuffle in and you begin to take their orders. Starting with the most impatient looking one (A gruff, experienced adventurer type with an eyepatch) you try to smile at him and instinctively curtsey. "H-hello sir! Are you ready to order? I'll serve you the best I can." You say. God, this new you is so insecure, you even have a memory in which a customer says that "You'd be easier to look at if ya had a nice set o' melons." which you apparently took to heart and have worried that your breasts are ugly ever since. Get me some mead, little Las." He says, and you nod before meekly sprinting to the kitchen and nearly knocking over a chair. You fill a mug with mead and bring it back ot the man, gasping when he begins roughly kneading one of your breasts while enjoying his drink. The real you desperately wants to tell him to piss off, but the you from this world is too self concious and shy to do anything but patiently let him finish. Both parts of you are in constant conflict and it's only a matter of time before your thoughts and mannerisms are overwritten by the meeker you, and you need to decide right now whether you'll [[Keep control by telling this customer off]] or [[Save your energy for finding a way out and playing your part]].

"G-get your hand off me, jerk!" You shout just quiet enough that Toria cannot hear you. Rather than shout or get you in trouble he laughs heartily and asks if you've got any experience in fighting or adventuring and explains that he's part of a group that's looking for a fourth member who can be stealthy and you could be it. "Well actually I trained with my father, but I always... Did pretty good." You say, nearly letting the false memories ruin this chance, but you're able to save your chance at becoming an adventurer. He tells you a time and place before paying and heading out the door. No longer having any reason to play the part of a tavern wench you steal a knife from the kitchen, slink away from the building and head into town and spend the last of your money on a light yet sturdy set of armor. The meeting spot is a cave on the outskirts of town that's apparently connected to a low level dungeon. Upon entering you see a red haired female paladin, a tank of some sort wearing full armor, and the man who recruited you who seems to be a spellcaster. The tank looks you over and already has a problem with you. "//Really// xXSpinnerXx? You recruited an NPC? I've seen this girl at the tavern every day this week and she practically starts crying every time I call out to her for a refill." He says. At first you think the caster is going to defend you, but instead he says "Oh... I figured she was a low level player who wanted to grind for money or something... She might at least be a decent decoy, right?" You cross your arms and 'hmph' at them. "I am a real person! I got in one of those pods and entered the game just like you guys." You shout, and while it doesn't seem like Tank believes you, it at least convinces him to give you a chance. A chance that you royally blow. If there's a way for you to miss an enemy, you do. If there's a way to get your team spotted, you cause it. The final straw was when you trip over a vase and fall onto an enemy, simultaneously alerting the enemies, losing half your health from falling on the enemy's sword, and forcing the caster to use a healing potion. You regain conciousness when all of the enemies have been defeated as tank stands over you. "You said you're from the real world, right? How long's it been since you entered?" You explain that it's been about six hours. "Mhm... Who's the current president of the USA?" He asks, to which you cannot answer. "And who was the first man on mars?" ...... "Here's a real easy one: What is the name of the game that you're in right now?" You know this one, don't you? What was it... The splash screen said something like... "Oh, it's uh... Fantaslayers? Fantasynged, something about fantasy?" You say, but apparently you weren't correct as Tank grabs you by your shirt and begins pulling you out of the cave. "I am a real person! Let me go! I don't want to go back to being a Tav—" The paladin shuts you up by shoving a large golden sphere (the treasure that the goblins were carrying) into your mouth and using some rope to keep it there. For once, Tank is actually pleased with you and starts talking about tons of ideas for you that all sound pretty awful. Hopefully you can get away before they happen. ............................................. Six in-game months / a little under 8 IRL days later. <img src="ending4.png"/> "Mush, Horsey!" The female paladin says. You still don't know any of their real names, but when the riding crop hits your thigh you're expected to trot forward. As usual, you're pulling a wagon just large enough for the four adventurers to ride on or for hundreds of pounds of treasure to be carried with, though thankfully not at the same time. The wagon is enchanted to any would-be thieves with 400 volts, while you have an equally useful enchantment which forces you into a pocket dimension contained within Tank's ring whenever an enemy approaches. If only that was the only magic effecting you... "Neeeigh!" Your tall hooved boots let you carry an extra 100 pounds or pull an extra 500 as long as you raise your feet above your knees with each step, otherwise it's incredibly hard to balance. Your skimpy armor covers a few vital areas while also tazing you every time you hear 'Bad girl' or walk over 100 feet from any members of your party. After hearing someone call him a kidnapper one too many times, Tank commissiond a set of horse tailplug, horse ear headband, and latex hood which makes you appear as a regular horse to anyone who hasn't seen you without them on. You pull the cart as fast as you can, but even though you're already sweating you're hit with the crop again signalling that someone isn't happy with your speed (The blinders on your face make it impossible to see who actually swung it). The makeshift gag has been replaced with a ring gag that magically converts your moans and cries into neighs and whinnies. It seems that Tank proved himself right: You are now an NPC, as when the party leaves you for weeks at a time (from your perspective) they rent you out as a regular horse and come back to dozens of gold from your grueling work. You have exactly two things to be thankful for: The permenant armbinder is just regular leather and has no ungodly enchantments, and the party has never rented you out to a horse breeder. Though with how rarely you get to cum (Usually only when the wagonload of loot is over 100 platinum, and even then it's usually from having a carrot lazily shoved inside your pussy and you have to hump a wall to actually orgasm) you're not sure how much longer you'll be against the idea. Ending 4 - Have I earned a "Why the long face" joke here?

It's more important to save your strength for later, when you can try to bruteforce your way out of this scam of a game! That's what you tell yourself as you fight back tears while being groped in public. The worst part is that you're not borderline crying over getting manhandled by a stranger, it's because you're scared that you're doing a bad job and he's not enjoying your body as much as he would if you were prettier or more experienced. You bite your lip and try to stop the humiliating words from coming out of your mouth, but now that you've given in once it's impossible to hold back. "A-are you enjoying yourself, sir? I-I can try any number of things if they would make you enjoy using me!" You say with a blush. The man grins and thinks to himself for a moment before pulling out paintbrush and a vial of ink. "Well, seeing some nice words of encouragement on ya might help a bit." He says, and once you nod he begins drawing on various parts of your body. You have no idea what he's written or how bad it is, but when you take his empty glass back to the counter Toria looks surprised and says "Well it's true but you still shouldn't advertise it, we could charge for it if no one knows that you'll do it for free." Which //really// worries you. Unfortunately there's no time to check what it says as another man has walked in. "Oh? If you get down and kiss my boots i'll give you a headpat." He says, interrupting you. A small part of you is grossed out and already doesn't like him, but the much larger part thinks "Really!? But that's so easy, even //you// can do that!" and you quickly kneel down and kiss each of his boots twice. True to his word you immediately feel his large hand ruffling your hair and lightly patting your head, causing your heart to flutter. "You're a cutie and i'd love to have you do more, but i'm just here for some Gin and then i'll have to go, so hurry on up and grab me some." He says. You practically sprint away to grab his drink, feeling indebted to him for showing a small act of "kindness" and complementing you once. You return with his drink and he quickly downs it before tossing you a few copper and heading out. Toria sees this and excitedly takes the copper exclaiming that you're not as useless as she'd thought! <img src="ending5.png"/> Your top is quickly ripped in half and your breasts are left hangout out for the whole world to see while you barely manage an "U-um..." in protest. The next few people to come in are all impressed by your commitment to making them happy and are more than willing to call you cute or give you a kiss if you do something really simple for them. One guy just wanted to see your panties and he gave a nice, warm hug and left you (well, technically Toria) a full silver piece! At the end of the day you head back to your room and can finally see what that nice man wrote on you. On your forehead is "I do anything for affection" with sloppily scribbled cocks on each cheek, and on the midriff "2 shy 2 resist, treat my like your doll."... That's it? Phew, you were worried he'd written something bad, or humiliating, or false! He must've known that you're too nervous to ask all those big scary guys for compliments or hugs. You make a mental note to thank him the next time you see him and climb into bed. Your next few days are even more fun than the first as patrons get more accustomed to you and get you to do more and more outlandish things. Before long you're blowing pople under the table just for a few copper and a "Good Job, slut". You regularly whatever wins the unofficial 'who can bring in the most perverted outfit' contest, which often includes crotchless panties, anything latex, mild bondage (so you can still deliver drinks), and ungodly amounts of sex toys. Just the other day you had a woman get jealous that her husband was staring at you, so once she'd downed her drink she shoved the entire bottle up your ass and ordered you to leave it in for the rest of the day. Not that you'd even realized the situation, you thought of yourself as plain at best and felt lucky that anyone wanted to look at your body. Deep down there may still be a small part of you that feels repulsed by what you do on a daily basis, but for the overwhelming majority of your time is spent happily serving others and being thankful for where you are in life, which is more than most people can say. Ending 5 - No dumb pun, I just think forced meekness/shyness/insecurity is really cute and underrated.

The wizard lets out an ominous cackle and hits you with a blast of red lightning as you feel a burning tingle spread across your body. As the changes begin the wizard thanks you for giving him the consent to cast his spell, shapeshifts into a bird, and flies away. Through the discomfort of your body shifting you see 'Bimmy69 (lvl99 warlock) has switched to another lobby' from the chat log and suddenly everything makes more sense. Unfortunately there are more important things to be worrying about, namely how much more sexual your body is suddenly becoming. Your feet quickly harden and turn into stiletto heel-shaped hooves and the rest of your skin shifts to a stop-sign red hue. Your breasts, ass, and thighs begin to expand and you let out an involuntary moan as new pleasure nerves create themselve in the newly formed flesh. You also feel a pair of black horns jutting out from your head, too small to be useful as anything other than handlebars. Finally a long, thin tail emerges from above your ass ending in a heart-tip and your eyes change from white to a firey orange, perfect for pacifying anyone foolish enough to look into them. As if that's not bad enough, another alert has now appeared in the chat: "User has suffered an advanced curse; user cannot leave the game until wish spell is cast to reverse it or their predetermined timer is up. <img src="succubus.png"/> Looks like you'll be spending an entire month in this cartoonishly sexual body, but it's hard to worry about anything when you see yourself fucking ten guys at once whenever you close your eyes. Just trying to adjust to the consistent burning lust flowing throughout your pussy and ass is taking most of your energy and you can even feel both holes lubricating themselves with precum as you stand in the middle of the road in the thankfully quiet part of town "So this is me?" You say, and you are completely unprepared for the orgasm that comes just from saying four words. You can feel the tight thong you're wearing get even wetter as your eyes roll back in your head.Your new lips are at least as erogenous as your old pussy, which begs the question: How good must your //new// pussy feel? Will you [[Try it out]] and embrace your new over-sexuality, or [[try to resist]] and stay as un-aroused as possible?

The wizard lets out an ominous cackle and hits you with a blast of red lightning as you feel a burning tingle spread across your body. As the changes begin the wizard thanks you for giving him the consent to cast his spell, shapeshifts into a bird, and flies away. Through the discomfort of your body shifting you see 'Bimmy69 (lvl99 warlock) has switched to another lobby' from the chat log and suddenly everything makes more sense. Everything you'd been thinking about suddenly took a backseat however as your body began to sweat, then ripple, and finally full on melting. No matter what you tried it continued to effect you until you'd become a puddle on the ground, after which you slowly turned blue and felt a near orgasmic pleasure as your form began to thicken and you're finally able to reform into a humanoid shape. As a slime girl. From head to waist you look mostly like a blue human covered in transparent jello and a hard, shiny red core where your heart would be. Starting at the waist however your body devolves into a singular mass of blue slime, appearing almost as if you're wearing a blue dress that goes down ot the ground, albeit with a close approximation of a pussy etched where it should be. You experimentally move one of your arms back and forth and try sliding along the ground. Your arm works mostly the same apart from a few globs of slime falling off, but the real problem is in 'walking;. Somehow, some way, the bottom of your slime body is erogenous, so every foot that you sludge your way across the ground feels like someone pistoning their cock inside of you."F-fuck... What do I do now?" You ask out loud, though it soudns as if you're speaking while a hose is being pointed directly at your mouth. As if that's not bad enough, another alert has now appeared in the chat: "User has suffered an advanced curse; user cannot leave the game until wish spell is cast to reverse it or their predetermined timer is up. <img src="slime.png"/> (Note that I do not condone hololives) Great, looks like you'll be spending a whole month in this distressing body. Just keeping yourself together takes physical effort and it doesn't seem to get easier with time. At first you try sliding into your boots and letting your lower half pool into them, but you don't have the strength to lift them when you don't really have any muscles. You sigh (Though it sounds much more gurgle-y than usual) and climb out of them, sliding your way to the nearest town and trying not to let your arousal overtake you as every few feet travelled elicits another moan. It's actually much less tiring to glide along the groudn leaving a slimy trail than it would be to walk. Less tiring, but definitely more distracting, especially as you only make it half a kilmoeter efore your body begins to shake and become more liquid and you feel a tremendous standing orgasm that can't compare to anything you've felt as a human. It's while you're still panting and reforming that you realize something major: Will the townspeople even let you in? You can mostly talk and you resist physical damage, but the guards might see you as a threat and you can't take them all on... It's hard to believe that you'll need to spend a month like this, but it's time to decide whether you'll take the chance and try to spend it [[in a civillized city]] or play it safe and [[find a nice cave to make camp in]]

You continue the trek to what the map claims is the large city of loungeberg, taking care to stop every hundred or so feet to avoid another orgasm. Eventually you find yourself close enough that the large walls are visible, and as you're approaching the gate a tiny naked fairy flutters by you, her pink hair sllightly dishevelled. "You trying to head into town? Normally they turn girls likke us down, but if you make your breasts a bit bigger like I did that pervy guard captain'll let you right in." She says. Is that something your new form is capable of? Out of curiosity you close your eyes and attempt to direct some of your slimy mass onto your chest. It takes a few minutes of practice, but through hard concentration you're able to guide some of it away from your torso and arms and towards your breasts. What had previously been D cups at most were now F cups about the size of your head! Even walking in a straight line is impossible while you're not wearing a bra (or even a shirt.) There's no doubt that most men would act against their better judgement when you're in their line of sight, but is it really worth it to [[Use this form to enter the town]], or should you try to [[get in legitimately]]?

It takes you the better part of a day but you eventually find a sunken hole surrounded by a rocky formation in the side of a hill. You hear a steady drip of water and it's almost calling to your new, slimy form. Damp areas with hard flooring sound really good to you right now and you keep sliding along. The lack of grass or grooves even make it a little easier to avoid having an explosive orgasm every kilometer. At the end of the cave is a massive pool of strange, shimmering liquid. Mostly red and green, though a slight bit of blue mixed in as well. The liquid calls ot you and as you reach out it suddenly erupts! Wave by wave the liquid shoots onto the land, and before long the pool is empty while hundreds of red and green slimes that are... Saluting you? "What are you doing? Hello?" You ask, but these slimes don't seem to have a language of their own. One of them points to a rock formation that seems almost like a natural bowl small enough for a single slime to liquify in it. Tentatively you climb up and are impressed by how comfortable it really is. every so often one of the slimes will drop a fresh fruit into your mass and the corrosion of your body will dissolve it, allowing you to enjoy the unique feel and great taste of the food. While you sleep there are a few guards positioned around the bowl to protect you. This continues for a few weeks as you enjoy the easy life of being a slime queen. No one expects you to do anything and yet you're always given the freshest food, best nap spots and sometimes one of the 'lesser' slimes will climb into your bowl and do... Something (you're not really sure what) that always results in the best orgasms of your life. One night, however, you were abruptly and rudely awoken by the feeling of someone picking you up. "Wait... How do you pick up a liquid slime?" You tried to say, but you had no mouth, nor slime, nor //anything// but a small inner crystal in the hands of a green or 'Middle tier' slime. You were unable to resist as she shoved your cystal inside of her body before yanking hers out and pushing it into your old blue slime, somehow without either guard attacking her! //De-volution into Green Slime complete. All stats down by four. Two new perks unlocked: "Slive mind - You can understand the simple thoughts of nearby slimes" "Shaky Resolve - If someone wants you to do something, the only way to get out of doing it is to convince yourself that there is a genuinely good reason it shouldn't be done (IE 'It'll hurt someone'). <img src="ending8green.png"/> Suddenly bright lights and loud noises fill your senses and you liquify into a green mass from the shock! There are no words, but it feels as if you're being assulted by pictures and ideas and vague memories of places that you've never seen! It's a few minutes before you've recovered enough to look around, but what you see doesn't make you feel any better. Your throne has been taken by "You", and all of the specialties you'd once enjoyed are being given to them. A royal guard is even walking towards you, and it seems from the telepathy that they want //you// to go and get some fruit for the queen! Rediculous! You try to shake your head, or communicate no, but it seems that 'I don't want to do it' is not a good enough reason, so it's out into the world you go. After a few hours (and a dozen orgasms) of sliding along the ground you find an apple tree! Without delay you begin filling the basket you were given. "Here's one! I bet it'll drop at least a few silver or something." You hear from a few dozen feet behind you. Whipping around you see a well dressed, even more well prepared duo of adventurers aiming swords and crossbows at you. Before you're even able to attack they slice you up and, for some reason, it takes literal hours to be able to form again. You assume they had magic swords and hope that you don't run into them again, but the important thing is that you pick up the apples and head back home. //Battle lost. -25XP. Lvl 5 - 0/600XP ---> Lvl 4 - 475/500XP All stats -1// ....Shit. Sighing internally (because apparently the girl who stole your body never bothered giving herself a mouth and you've been too lazy to form one when it won't see any use) you trek back home. The queen is happy with you at least, and you spend the rest of the night working on interpreting the Slive mind a bit better. For the next month that's how things go: Have a decently good time in the slime cave, head out to fetch something for the woman who stole your body, sometimes lose some XP, repeat. It hasn't even occured to you that more than a month has passed because your new schedule and the sleeping habits of slimes are so alien to you. Unknown to you however, this time will be different. The adventurers who've been hounding you had apparently become too powerful to bother slime hunting, but a gang of goblins spotted you one day and to your embarrassment a single goblin was able to just barely take you down. Since then they've been guarding what is to your knowledge the only apple tree within 50 miles of the cave, allowing you to pick them only once you've been beaten in combat. It's humiliating getting taken down by the weakest mob in the game, but the joke's on them: You're already at the minimum XP! De-volution complete: Green slime --> Red slime/"Pussy slime". New max HP - 9 All stats are now 1 with exception of INT which becomes 10 Gained perk "Queen's bitch" which biologically ties you to your queen. For as long as she lives you must be within one mile of her at all times and her touch/affection are highly addictive." Perk "Shaky resolve" replaced with perk "No will." You may now disobey orders again, however with each order refusal or disobedience you lose 5HP, and at 0 you'll pass out for 24 hours and awaken with a permenant stacking -1INT debuff. <img src="ending8red.png"/> ............Fuuuuuuuck. A calm blue light surrounds you and you are teleported back into the cave, presumably to adhere to the one mile restriction that you now have. Once your slime cavemates notice that you're green they quickly put you to work servicing anyone who asks. Apparently slimes enjoy a sexual act that you can only compare to being shoved inside of a washing machine. Whether it feels better for them or they just enjoy this or maybe even that the 'dominant' of this activity isn't actually being spun, you don't know, but it's one of many things that you're now expected to do for the colorful women who now rank above you. Licking something close enough to pussy, the washing machine thing, being liquified and used more or less as bathwater for red slimes to relax inside you. These become as normal as eating and sleeping to you, and the worst part is that you never even get to experience the addictive joy of your Queen's attention because you can never get near her. Green slimes are apparently even allowed to order each other, so you service them a lot too, but this whole Slive-mind is too foreign for you to figure out how to order them so it's very one sided. But hey, at least yo ustill get to cum pretty often as you walk back and forth between people to serve, so it's not all bad! This goes on for what feels like years, but eventually thirty days pass in the real world (about 620 days of being a slime) and everything can end. While sitting in the cave enjoying a fruit, the slime queen suddenly disappears! Everyone, including you are pretty freaked out, though for different reasons. Was the game actually unaware that you'd swapped bodies? What is that NPC going to do in the real world? Are you stuck here forever? Over the course of the next week you found that the answeres to those questions were 'Yes, That's a story for another time, and yes'. your group spent another few weeks doing all kinds of sexual things to each other, but after a while everyone seemed depressed and aimless without their queen, so it was decided by the red slimes that you'd all jop back into the empty pond and wait patiently for another queen to find you. Nevermind that it could be thousands of years before a blue slime happens to walk into your random hideaway, it was decided by those smarter than you so it's what's happening. You'd only gone down to 6 int when the queen left, so while there's a pretty thick fog inside your slimy mind, you can still think. As everyone is pushed into the large hole you begin to feel pretty good. The other slimes are warm, and with everyone's viscosity it feels more like you're floating in a tub of hot pudding, except you're being smushed tightly against breasts or asses or mouths and it feels incredible! There's not even a hierarchy or class system, everyone is a jumble of red and green and you're all equal in the slime sea. Oh yea, you could get used to this... Ending 8 - Get in the Gak pit or i'll force you in

Determined to actually reach civilization you keep your body as it is and wobble your way to the gates. Thankfully there's a metal knocker that you can sound as you're not sure your slimy fists would make enough noise to alert anyone, and after banging it a few times a rugged, handsome guard walks out. He has short brown hair, a decorated uniform, and if you didn't know better you'd think he was attemtping to hide a baton in his underwear. "Welcome, miss! I just need to ask you a few questions. Let's see here... 'Are you or have you ever been anything but a human, elf, or dwarf'." He says, brandishing a quill and scroll. You'd expected him to automatically mark off that you indeed were not, but he patiently awaits your answer. Recalling what the fairy said you lift your new breasts before letting them fall and the guard's eyes don't stop trailing them until they've completely settled in place again. "Does it matter?~" You say with a smile and the guard is quick to respond with: "N-no, no, just for keeping track of our citizens. Next question: Do you have a medical, magical, or otherwise life threatening reason that you must enter this town." "Of course! I don't have a bra, and for tits this legendary it's practically a sin to leave them unprotected like this." You say seductively and he hurries to check 'yes' to the question. His final question is simply whether you've committed any grave crimes and if you have any bounties, to which you can just answer honestly. He hands you a piece of paper with a quick scribble of your face and the words '7 day visitation pass'. "That card will get you a week in the town, and if you'd like a residence you can simply apply to turn the pass into a permenant citizen's card." He explains. "I know that you're technically free to head in, but I can't help but feel terrible that those breasts are forced to go without a bra. Why don't we both head to the boutique and i'll buy you something nice. We can even stop by a cafe later if you'd like." The guard offers, and with no reason to turn down a free way to regain some modesty you accept. The grooves between the brick roads of the town feel especially sensual on the bottom of your slime body, trying and failing to bite your lip (hard to bite slime with slime) and barely disguising another orgasm on the way to whatever store you're headed towards, although your partner seems too obsessed with your looks to notice the slight shakiness and quiet moan of your orgasm. Soon after you enter a fancy, high-end building with dresses and suits covering practically every tile of the floor from wall to wall. Before either of you have had time to speak there's a loud clatter as the lid of a trapdoor slams against the floor and out climbs a very... Androgynous person. Their hair is long and slides upwards as if with hairgel, while their dress is an odd tuxedo-esque thing made of reflective material and with pantlegs of mismatching colors. They begin looking you up and down, even poking a finger directly into your shoulder. "Mmh, mmmh....." They say, visually measuring you before heading back downstairs and coming up with a small bag. "I've only had the pleasure of fitting a slime twice before, but I've learned that any cloth will simply be absorbed by their squishy bodies. Luckily a good seamworker comes prepared, and I have a few things that'll work." They say, pulling what you eventually realise is a bra from their bag. It's bright pink with white trim and each cup is larger than your head. While you're too distracted by the unusual item to respond, the 'Seamworker' slips around you and tightly fastens it. The latex is shiny and feels kinda nice on your slippery skin, though you notice that the bra is perfectly sized for your (apparantly even larger than you'd thought) breasts. "Perfect! I wasn't sure what to expect when all I had in latex and your size was some novelty threads leftover from the previous owner —" They lean forward and begin to whisper "— Who ran a sleazy sex shop." The fashionista doesn't stop there however, pulling out a latex choker and a small hot pink skirt which you imagine looks a little weird on your mutant mermaid tail-esque appendage. He's able to undo both items and fasten them with velcro, though you don't realize until you turn away and see your reflection in the window that the new choker says '//BIMBO//'. Some part of your gooey brain is telling you to be offended by the choker and that you should, at the very least, undo it and slam it back on the counter. Instead, you thank him for the clothing and wait for your 'date' to pay as you struggle and fail to remember what a bimbo even is... <img src="ending7.png"/> (Imagine this but with a pink body) Your man is finishes paying while you're still trying to figure out if it's important that you can't seem to count above a hundred. "Are you ready to head back to my house?" He asks, looking up at you like a lost puppy as you giggle and tell hum sure. It doesn't take long for you to reach his home, a large wooden manor that's likely a century old, and if you weren't too busy jiggling your tits and laughing you'd likely be more impressed. The guard presses a hand to your tits, squeezing tightly and letting it slide inside of your breast as you begin to shake violently and try to avoid having a violent orgasm right in the man's arms. "Y'know I'm really impressed at how big your tits naturally are! When I first saw them and eventually recovered my ability to think I remembered that slimes can't just increase their breast size like a lot of other monsters since your brains slowly shrink the longer you keep any sort of shapeshifting going." He says without a hint of maliciousness as his hand sinks deeper into your tits and he strips his pants. The red crystal core of your body begins to beat as the slime molecules around it vibrate heavily and begin to turn pink as your blue mixes with its red. By the time he's got his cock inside you the pink has already reached your lower stomach, and you stand motionless as he does, hardly feeling the sexual pleasure and instead basking in the euphoric fuzzy nothingness of what was your brain. Eventually you look around and are surprised to find that not only are you done fucking, the man had asked you something at least once. He kindly repeats himself and asks how you were able to turn pink and why you did it. //Evolution complete! Blue Slime ----> Pink Slime Strength - 3/20 Dex - 14/20 Con - 18/20 Int - 3/20 Wis - 1/20 Cha - 20/20 Unique perks: "Easy cleanup" - Anyone who fucks you will have a sparkly clean, freshly washed cock when they pull out. "Really? I never noticed the sky was green, but if you say so..." - You will believe just about everything you hear, and for every lie that you're led to believe you regain one extra HP from long rests. "Patient Zero" - If you can get someone to eat a bit of your slime, they will lose 30% of their INT and their cock (if they have one) and their tits (if they feel sufficiently feminine conciously or subconcicously) will greatly expand. If they spend enough time around you following that, this perk may also be passed onto them and their saliva will trigger this change in others.// "Eheheh, Like I dunno! I guess pink is pretty or somethin'..." You say, giggling happily for whoever this guy was. Your pimp? No, he'd know you're too dumb to know if you're getting scammed. Your boyfriend? You've like, never even kissed him which you think dating people do. Your daddy? Well duh, that must be it! After all he does all the thinking for you and makes sure to protect you from all those creeps who want to pull you aside and fuck you in the middle of the street. (Daddy does that all the time, but it's different with him.) It would seem that whatever causes your pinkness, Daddy isn't immune to its effects either as he's already calling you Kitten and leading you upstairs so that you can try on dresses while he fucks you for hours. Last time that happened you'd gone through six dresses before even noticing him! It's like he always says though: "What you lack in IQ you make up for in your tits and your willingness to do literally anything that sounds 'Like totally fun'". In a few years the simulation will end and you'll wake up back in your room. Most likely your time as a bimbo-slime will render you incapable of much more than giggling at nothing and looking confused, at which point the only humane choice will be to put you back into the pod for good so that you may spend centuries as a good fuck-kitten for your loving Daddy. Ending Seven - The brains of a rock but the body of an overfull waterbed.

If Growing your breasts and acting like a slut is the best way to get into town than you'll just have to settle for the 2nd best way. You slide to the gate and are met by an out-of-placely handsome man in well maintained armor. He holds a sheet of parchment to the air, writes something on it, and opens his mouth. "Thankfully I only need to ask you two questions, so we can get this finished pretty fas. Firstly: Do you have any sort of medical emergency that would require entry into this town to survive, and secondly have you ever been granted access to this town before?" He says bluntly. Nervously you answer no to both questions and ask if you could still be granted entry while you try and adjust to your new, notably less solid mouth. He shrugs and tells you that he has no reason to allow a monster with no credentials into his otherwise safe town, leaving you with nothing to do but walk away, the disappointment of his decision slightly muting your normal arousal. It dawns on you that you're not exactly fit to survive in the wilderness. What do slime girls eat? Do you melt in the rain? Are there even other sentient slimes? It seems you'll find the answers to a few of these questions or die trying... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Over the next week you try your jiggly hand at living in the wild. It does not go well. Your first goal is to find some sort of shelter, but the best you can manage is a heavily canopied forest. By the time you've smoothed out a decent sleeping area you've realized two things. A: Temporarily melting into a puddle seems much more comfortable than laying down, and B: you've been a slime for nearly 22 hours and aren't remotely tired. With that ordeal past you the next step is to figure out what, if anything, you can eat. Trying to dissolve berries in your hand does nothing, and when you stick your finger into a lake it disolves and reforms a few minutes later, leaving you to wonder if you've lost some slime mass. Without anything else to do you head back to the camp you've set up and hope there's more than a shiny crystal sitting there the next time it rains. On day five you take a look at your arms and notice that you're getting thinner! You're at least 20 percent smaller than you'd started if the parts of you that are out of your field of vision match the rest. You take deep breaths (Is the air actually even going inside of you?) and try to calm down. Your best guess is whenever you slide along the ground to go somewhere, tiny bits of you get stuck on the ground and you occasionally lose mass, but it's not like you can sit in one place for the rest of your life! Eventually your anxiety gets the best of you and it's time for a trip back to the gate. The guard sighs when he sees you but you quickly launch into a somewhat incoherent rambling about shrinking and 'possibly dying' and not knowing what to do. He looks at you for a moment with his well traind poker face before staring at the paper in his hand. "Let me make sure i've got this right: You are a slime. You are slowly shrinking and you do not know how, why, or any methods of preventing it?" He asks, to which you nod, hoping that he has some sort of fix for it. Wordlessly he motions for you to follow and leads you through the massive wooden gate and into the town. A few more minutes of travel and you're lead through a secret door in the brick wall of an inn and into a small, well maintained room with a granite floor so that your slime doesn't drip between the cracks of a wooden one. The only notable things in the room are a small hole at a suspiciously lewd height and a water fountain. "Most slime creatures need to absorb liquids in small amounts and of varying viscosities to maintain their outer layers of slime. I assume that you're an escaped domestic slime girl? Don't worry, you've got everything you'll need in here." He says, not answering what this place really is. It doesn't take long for you to get an answer via the eight inch unwashed human cock sliding through the hole mere moments after the door slammed shut behind the guard. Somehow you're able to smell it in your form and it could be described as 'rank' if you wanted to be polite. Pre drips from the large beast and your eyes are drawn to it. From the way your body seems inherently drawn to the large cock you're pretty sure what the guard was hinting at: You need regular cum infusions to survive. It takes all of your willpower not to fall ot your knees and worship the massive cock as your gooey mind tries to instill in you the absolute perfection that is thick, heavy cum. The taste, the texture, the feel of it covering and entering your body... You shake your head and snap yourself out of it only to find that you're already halfway to making him cum with his dick shoved into your gooey light-blue arm, seemingly being used as a fleshlight. Try as you might it's impossible to pull away when the tantalizing reward is so close, so you let him finish and your vision goes white, though whether from the euphoric feeling or from the semen actually shooting to cover wherever your eyes should be, you cannot tell. You have just enough time to soak in the rest of the amazing feeling spreading throughout you before another cock shows up, and just like the last one you can't resist servicing it. Just as large as the last one and with an even larger load, you feel yourself starting to get bigger again, though something is off, making you slower and more... Solid. With a bit of water from the foutnain you're able to keep your size //and// what feels like the optimal level of fluidity. Is this what your life will become? Blowing (in a sense) strangers to keep being a strange inhuman slime girl? Apparently yes, as the next week has you see at least 30 'customers' a day. You don't need near that much semen, but apparently your body can store it inside of itself until it needs to mix with the rest of you, leading to a very sticky, warm body that's not entirely unpleasant. Even the cocks start to feel good once you realize that you can use your slime abilities to move your pussy to wherever on your body it needs to be. One particular day, wile squeezing the dick-milk from another nameless john you realize that you'd set the timer for a month, and it seems like you should be getting out of here any day now! Ah, to be free of this perverted sim and never return! Well... Maybe once every few months. Two weeks later and you're torn between fear that you'll be stuck here forever and struggling to even care with how good the sticky slimy cum always feels as it flows throughout your body. These men are so kind, gracing you with their loads and you try your hardest to pay them back. Your only criticism is that just once you'd like to get a few loads from the same guy first, maybe find out what he likes and really make his day. -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- 620 in-game days later, you're dutifully and obediently using your mouthpussy to drain someone when the world begins to go black and you quickly begin to float away and out of this conciousness, this mind, this world... One real life month after entering the game You awaken in your pod, finally back to being yourself, but it //really// doesn't feel like you. Everything is solid and dry. You try sticking a hand into your chest, but it just slaps pathetically against the flesh. ... This sucks! It takes all of 30 seconds before you try and get back in the machine, but apparently for 'mental health reasons' there is a two week cooldown on the machine before you can go back in. You sit at the kitchen table and wrack your brain trying to think of any way to feel normal again, and eventually a delightfully devilish idea comes to you. //A week later// "Keep it cummin' boys! I don't have enough fluid here." You shout at the circle of ten men currently jerking off with their dicks aimed at you as you sit in a small inflatable pool. You've squeezed into a tight latex catsuit that runs from your feet to your neck, and every so often you scoop up a bit of cum and dunk it into your suit. None of the men seem to know why you're so eager to bathe in their spunk and they don't particularly care, all that matters is that a hot girl lets them jerk off to her mess, cum covered face. One of the men groans before a fresh, hot load of jizz splatters your face and you have to resist the temptation to drink it all down immediately, as that's been the biggest problem so far: Your instincts fighting between drinking or bathing in the cum you've acquired. It may not be quite the same as being in your RPG, but when you remember that here you can make actual //real// people happy while also getting to feel kinda like a slime girl, you really begin to contemplate staying in this cozy little swimming pool of cum that you can call home... <img src="ending6.png"/> Ending 6 - It's pronounced "Boo-Caw-Kaye", not "Buck-Cake"

The wizard lets out an ominous cackle and hits you with a blast of red lightning as you feel a burning tingle spread across your body. As the changes begin the wizard thanks you for giving him the consent to cast his spell, shapeshifts into a bird, and flies away. Through the discomfort of your body shifting you see 'Bimmy69 (lvl99 warlock) has switched to another lobby' from the chat log and suddenly everything makes more sense. Balling your fists you prepare for the worst. The ground starts getting a lot closer and the only thing stopping you from thinking you're falling is how slowly it's approaching. You look around to you to fight off the vertigo and notice your arms rapidly darkening and turning green, though before long your breasts balloon out until you can't see your arms beneath them. Now that the ground doesn't seem to be moving and you're feeling stable, you head over to the nearby lake and look inside, seeing your own reflection. Your skin is a dark green all over, while your hair is red and your ears are large and pointy. You are now the definition of a 'shortstack' as on top of the G-cup breasts and heart shaped ass, a helpful (and demeaning) UI appears on your reflection letting you know you're exactly 3' 6". You are, in every way, a female Goblin, and what you do now is up to you <img src="goblin.png"/> "Warning: A high level curse has been detected. Manual exiting has been disabled, user must either remove curse or wait until pre-set automatic exit." A female voice says. Well, might as well check your character sheet and see what you're working with. //Goblin - Female - Level 1 STR - 7 DEX - 12 CON - 8 INT - 10 WIS - 8 CHA - 15 Perks: 'Accountant's motivation' - Gain 1 maxHP for each gold piece in your counpurse, and +1 to each damage roll for each precious gemstone you're wearing or in your coinpurse. 'Fury of the small' - Seduction attempts against larger species are guaranteed to succeed unless your oponant gets a nat20 Wait, really? This build is downright overpowered! Your mind quickly begins filling of ways to gain money, and it doesn't take long for your first few attempts to bear fruit. The jiggling of your massive breasts (taking up probably 1/3 of your body weight) make walking towards the unsuspecting man the hardest part of picking pockets. By the end of the day you've amassed 40 gold pieces and two rings with gems inside, and all it takes to get your inn room free is a wink and a blown kiss. While eating at the inn you overhear the words 'Curse' and 'fix' in the same sentence and you quickly scoot over asking what the man is talking about. At first he seems reluctant, but all it takes is dropping a gold and beinding down to pick it up while practically mooning the man with your fat green ass to get him to spill his guts. Apparently there's an orb that can revert anyone to their 'original form'. He likely means the form you start the game with, though as he's thankfully an NPC he doesn't seem to know what it means. You awaken the next day and stretch as you try to think of new ways to make some cash to increase your strength. Sliding on the red sling bikini that constitutes the goblin race-bonus armor. After picking a few pockets on the way you reach a fancy bank, wait for someone to deposit a large sum and use your massive jiggling jugs right after they leave to convince the teller that you're the customer's wife and that they accidentally depostied 300GP too much. The teller bites her lip at first but soon relents and hands you 'your' gold. The next stop is a gem store towards the center of town. The cheapest 'precious gem' is topaz at 26GP for a small crystal, where you're able to buy 8 gems for 208GP which leaves you with 152HP and 11-13ATK per successful hit. You could become even more invincible by [[gathering more money]] or [[Hurry up and fight the dragon]]

The point of a game like this is to try new things and have fun, right? And this form seems like a //lot// of fun if you know how to use it~ You lick your lips, enjoy the intense, fiery pleasure shooting through your system, and try to pick out a guy off the street to play with. A brown haired boy is struggling to read a map not far from you, and as a nervous looking adventurer he seems perfect. You strut your way over to him and he turns at the sound of your heels, his face showign that he has no idea how to talk to you. "Hey there, sweetie. You want to take this hot, red pussy for a test run?~" You whisper, and when he doesn't respond you snake a hand into his pants and drag him by the dick behind a building. He stammers out something about his first time so you give him a comforting smile, yank his pants down, and shove yourself directly onto his cock. You regain conciousness once it' already dark out. The man is passed out against the wall and is covered in his own cum, but your brain is being overpowered by an incredible afterglow and you feel too good to care abut mch of anything, so you fix your hair and begin looking for another man to fuck and hope that you'll actually stay concious for this one. //EXP drain succesful: 30 EXP stolen// You feel your tongue being coated in an ethereal essence with a taste omre decadant than a triple deluxe vanilla whipped cream brownie sunday (or pizza if you don't like ice cream). It lasts for about ten seconds before evaporating, and the taste alone elicits a loud, sexual moan from you. If //this// is how it feels to suck someone off tthan eveeryone preeaching about 'no sex before marriage' must be prudes! You leave the man in the alley and begin searching for your next victim. It doesn't take long to find another guy willing to follow a sexy woman out of the bar unarmed, He swaggers forward acting like he's in control, but when you slice his pants off with your nails and you can no longer supress your demonic smile his expression sours a bit. "H-hey! What do you think you're doing?" He yells, but you can feel that despite his fear his dick is still throbbing, and once your hot lips have wrapped around it he can't form any complaints. While you're on your knees a new HUD element appears to show that you're quite literally squeezing the life out of his dick. This body's oral skills are incredible enough that you're getting your delicious cumshot every thirty seconds, but with each one he's losing a few hitpoints. With a sigh you suck until he's down to a few hitpoints and let him live, ready for a new snack, ideally one that can last a bit longer. At leeast he gave you an entire level of XP along with your treat. <img src="ending12.png"/> *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- "We've finally found you! And you're not getting away again!" A massive male figure says, donned in dark blue armor with a magical aura around him, and his three equally imposing friends seem to agree. Unfortunately for them your intentions lean more towards 'Suck the life out of the men and leave the whole party to die in one of your castle's cells' than 'run away'. After discovering the incredible taste of male essence you went on a bit of a spree, sucking off men left and right while only leaving them just strong enough to stagger home and needing a full week of rest. Eventually you reached level 10 from the XP and evolved into a Demon Queen which gave you access to the 'command undead' spell and a whole host of other abilities, and once your skeleton army built an entire castle for you it was easy to kidnap a few men and keep them around for the occasional milking. It didn't help that while you kept civilians alive, demon hunters were fair game and if they lost it cost them their digital lives too. You assume at least, the game allows you to completely hide whether you're a player from everyone unless you do something really powerful. For example you know that one of the four from this party is a player as the chatlog said a player cast the 6th level spell that was used to break through your magical barrier. You look down at him from your throne and lick your lips, higher level adventurers always taste the best! "As lnog as you're prepared to become my permenant cum-cow once you've lost, I welcome any challengers." You say with your hands on your hips, and apparently one of the adventurers is pretty upset at the idea as they charge towards you! The ensuing battle is exhausting for both sides and by the end you've incapacitated two fo the adventurers, poisoned a third, and only the divine shield of the fourth is keeping them safe, but they've taken out thirty skeletons, fifteen zombies, four summoned succubi sisters, and you're pinned to the ground with a sword pressed to your chest. The leader tells you that you've lost and stabs the sword through, and the next thing you know you're back in the VR pod. //Player defeated, Enacting penalty: 168 hour lockout.// Well that bites! How are you supposed to get your treat now? There's only one real option, isn't there? Getting some dick in the real world. You put on some heavy makeup, dig out a nice dress and head out on the prowl. Ten minutes later and you're pulling a drunk guy from a bar and slurping on his slightly small cock. He seems amazed at how good you're making him feel, though he can't actually vocalize anything. He shoots his load into your mouth and fills you with his dick cream. It's salty and bitter, nothing like the cum in-game... But despite being grossed out by the taste and nearly spitting it out, you can't help but wish you had more as soon as it's gone. It's amazing what a simple pavlov response can do to a girl. You could always go back into the game, but there's no guarantee adventurers won't just kill you again. Some people might consider this the worst of both worlds: You absolutely don't like the taste of cum and are disgusted by the saltiness, but with the craving and addiction of a real cumslut. Seems like you'll have to decide between cravings and slurping down pints of cum. Ending 12 - Half Succubus

Is this game really trying to make you into a horny slut? There's no way you'll go down that easily! You walk as un-seductively as this body will let you and head into a nearby Tailor's shop. While picking out a conservative dress a customer tries to hit on you, but thankfully your new body isn't just for looks and you threaten him by making a fist and setting your hands aflame for a few moments, which sufficiently scares him off. Now draped in clothing which actually covers your private bits you're free to walk around town. The white panties brush against your pussy as you walk, but no matter how much friction or pleasure you feel, it doesn't seem to be enough to actually make you cum. Is this what you'll be dealing with every time that you're trying to fight or flee or haggle with a shopkeeper?! You take a deep breath and try not to cum as it hits your lips. It's alright. You are strong and thy're not going to beat you. //Temptation resisted - +1000XP. Trait available, will you accept?// A small 'Yes or No' prompt appears before you and you hit yes, happy that you passed their test and and can now get a cool and powerful trait! //Trait unlocked: 'Defective succubus' - Increase arousal gain by 50%. Orgasms will no longer occur. Every arousal point gives one XP. Includes protection from arousal-based insanity and mindbreak' Fuck. This. Game. Sadly, kicking where the prompt had been seconds before does little to help your situation, and you can even somehow tell that you would've cum had you not had this perk. "How am I supposed to adjust to this? Not being a slut and never cumming again are way different!" You say poutily. You spend the next few minutes thinking of a plan for the foreseeable future and it seems that your only real option is to spend the month doing quests, gaining strength, and distracting yourself as much as possible from the undying ache forced upon your body. The first few days are rough, but you tell yourself that you'll get used to it. Whenever you try to take down a group of goblins you fantasize about them group fucking you. Whenever you buy a better weapon you think about asking to pay another way, and it takes a lot of willpower to keep walking when you pass the bathhouse... The first few times that you feel this temptation you actually do act on them, letting yourself be railed by goblins or shopkeepers or anyone who happens to be nearby, but each time it happens your partner gets a full, satisfying orgasm and you're left perpetually more aroused than you started. The max level is twenty, and with only four quests you reach level six in your first week just from arousal points, which is also when you swear off even attempting to cum. Every time you try it just makes you hornier, and even if you can't go insane from it you can still feel as your need keeps building and building endlessly... Distracting yourself with difficult quests works somewhatt well, as does wearing skirts without panties to stop it from getting worse. By the end of the month you're level twelve and a few actual human players have asked you how you're getting so much XP. You tell them the actual story hoping that one of them can help, but the most sympathetic response you get is "Wow, that sounds pretty crappy." One morning you wake up and feel a pit in your stomach as you realize it's been over a month, and just to confirm you bring up the hud and see '//Player uptime: 32 Days 6 Hours 48 Minutes//. It takes a few minutes for it to sink in that your '30 days' was likely 30 //real life// days, which would be about 600+ in game days... The next few days you shut yourself in your room denying that you're stuck here for two years, but eventually you crawl out from the inn so that you can at least do something. The leaderboards say that you're in the top 1% of players for level despite your playtime, maybe if you get to the top you can get media attention and have them let you out? It's worth a shot, and with a newfound determination you begin grinding dungeons and bosses, though a vast majority of your XP comes from your brain being (metaphorically) soaked in aphrodisiac. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* "We're here with the first player to ever reach max level in their first six months in one of the biggest video games of the decade! How did you do it?" The reporter asks. After six months it's become a bit slower to think, but you pull out your prepared speech and explain the whole situation, from the "perks" of the succubus to being unable to leave, and before anyone can tell you to stop you're practically shouting to the developers to get you out of this game already! "Well! That's definitely uh, something... What the hell?!" The reporter shouts as you begin to phase between normal and transparent! Could this be one of the developers helping you? It only takes a few minutes for your conciousness slip away from you... You cum. Before your eyes are open, before you've even realized what's happening, your entire body is enveloped in a nearly mind-shattering orgasm over six months in the making. It lasts little over a minute, but it takes another ten before you can try to climb off of your knees and out of the VR pod, which itself triggers //another// orgasm. They are all completely welcome as after six months of denial you'd be happy to cum all day, and you're feeling too good to be worried that it took eleven orgasms for you to get to your feet, open a hatch, and climb out. <img src="ending11.png"/> Checking the biometrics, apparently your real life body had been cumming practically non-stop and the pod simply transmitted all of your brainwaves //except// the orgasm waves into the game, leaving your body hype-sensitive and ready to cum at a moment's notice. Not that you mind, being able to cum is worth any side effects, and more is just better, right? Craving the feel of the actual, real sun on your skin you slide on a shirt (cumming from the friction on your breasts), shorts (cumming once again), and head outside. You nearly trip going down the stairs but are able to catch yourself just in time. Once you finally reach the door and step outside it feels incredible! The fantasy game was pretty realistic, but apparently they couldn't really get the minute detailes correct. "There you are! I was sent here to find you because the boss is about to fire you if you don't show up today!" A small, somewhat dorky looking guy in a fast food uniform shouts, directing you into his car. You vaguely recognize him as one of your co-workers from before you entered the game. You hop into his car, enjoy the massive orgasm from accidentally brushing a nupple against the seatbelt, ignore his strange look and think to yourself about what to do next. There will almost definitely come a time when you're sick of having such frequent orgasms, and whether your sensitivity will eventually go down remains to be seen. For now, however, it seems like your best option is to roll with the changes and make a game of how many times you can cum while taking people's orders... Ending Eleven - Defective succubus (Does the ending feel rushed or unnatural to anyone?)

Nothing wrong with getting even stronger, right? And getting stronger requires more money, so when one of your potential pickpocket victims notices you before you can get close and asks if you'd do anal for two platinum you can't seem to say no. He grins before picking you up with one hand, carrying you into alley, and pressing his cock against your virgin hole. "This is gonna be so worth it~" He says as he pushes his way in and begins thrusting. The entire time that he fucks you his money is right in plain sight, and when you cum it feels like you're almost as aroused by the idea of getting money. The man fucks hard and has no consideration for your wellbeing, filling your ass with cum and dumping you on the ground along with your two coins. Making money is this easy? That's half of your total pickpocket money already! Face blushing (Though you're not sure what color of blush green skins would have, is it still red?) you paint up a wooden sign and slide it on the wall across from the alley. // Premium Gobbo Escort prices! Blowjob - 1 Plat Pussy w/ Condom - 1.5 Plat Anal - 2 plat Pussy w/o Condom - 3 Plat// It takes about five minutes for someone to hit you up and toss 15 gold into your hand. You wink at him and strut towards the alley but are stopped when he grabs you by your thong and pulls you onto his lap.You begin to stammer about privacy, but are distracted when you feel the thick, throbbing member in his pants, and while it should make you even //more// concenred it really just gets you a little too horny to refuse. He slides his pants down and begins fucking you right against the bakery wall, pounding you hard and fast and easily tossing you around with your miniscule weight. When he finally finishes he takes the six coins from his pouch and softly slides them into your mouth. "Not bad... Don't take those out until I leave, Darlin." He says, and you obey. His complete disregard for your privacy turned out to be a good thing as you now have nearly a dozen people holding out money and whipping their dicks out. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-* "I've only got nine gold, will you accept that?" A near-naked, hung Futanari asks. It takes you a moment to register her words through your exhaustion, but you eventually tell her you cannot. You're covered with cum and your bikini disappeared hours ago, but you've made well over 15 Diamond Pieces (150 platinum) already and you're ready to get some rest. "Alright, I guess i'll take my gold to a whore who actually knows what she's worth..." She says, waving the gold in front of your eyes. Despite the situation you can't bring yourself to look away from the gold, and before you know it you're (literally) choking on her cock and racing to make her cum before you black out. It doesn't take long for spurt, and you begin to wonder if everyone is allergic to treating you respectfully when she takes your 9GP and tosses it to the floor beside you. A trio of drunken men stumble out of a bar and over to you. "You givin' discounts now? I think we got 25 gold, you mind if we each take a hole?" The apparent leader of the men asks, but they've already completely circled you and it honestly seems lucky that they're paying you at all, so you let them triple team you in the middle of the dark, nearly abandoned street. You have a very reasonable thought while being passed around and filled like a boston creme: "Why don't these guys just take this money and buy a fleshlight if they're going to act like you're not actually a person?" At least they cum really quick and you're finally able to crawl back to the inn and get some rest, cuddling your coinpurse as you drift away from the concious world..... The next day you head back to your corner (naked, as your number of clients didn't change at all after you lost it) and are surprised to notice that someonyou e has taken some black paint and redrawn your price list: //Cheap Gobbo cocksock prices! Blowjob - 5 gold Pussy w/ Condom - Boring, go bare or go home! Anal - 1 plat Pussy w/o Condom - 1.2 plat, Free if you get me preggers! <3// Well obviously you're not gonna stick to those! Though when the first guy comes up and hands you 12 gold you can't seemto tell him that those aren't your prices, isntead stripping his pants and letting him fill your pussy~ You cum even harder than any point yesterday despite this guy being average at best. Could it be that the idea of selling yourself off as a cheap low-tier whore turns you on? That can't be true... Right? He hands you the money and walks off, and when the next client comes up you it takes all of your willpower not to offer him a discount. Thankfully your willpower doesn't matter as he begins roughly filling your pussy and you can practically //feel// his load invading your womb, so he understandably doesn't give you a single copper before walking away. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Six Months Later: Self fulfilling profecies are strange, and it honestly surprises you that you can remember the meaning of the phrase. It started out as a fetish — a craving — for offering yourself up for cheap. Then because your prices were so good you saw more use than the entirety of the nearby brothel, and because of that your holes are now gaped and feel less pleasurable, your breasts have a more natural sag to them, and you've long since given up trying to wash the smell of cum off of your body. In other words, charging dirt cheap prices to fulfill your own fetish has made you a whore only worth the prices you'd charged. Your vision begins to blur and darken just as a man walks up to you to order a six copper assfuck and you don't realize wha's happening until your vision returns revealing a black pod (which you are in), a human body (which you are also in) and a vaguely familiar, brightly colored room (you may or may not also be in this as well, i'm not telling). "Oh thank god, I saw you'd been in here for over a week and I know the older models had a glitch where you'd be stuck forever if you overloaded the RAM of the machine so I was really worried!" Says a nervous looking man, but you're too distracted trying to get used to the pathetically small breasts of this form. Isn't this what you used to look like a looooong time ago? Why are you back here? "And we need to get back to work anyways, the only reason I know where you live is because the boss is gonna fire you if you don't come in tomorrow!" He says. Boss? Did you have a pimp in this life or something? You ask this guy if he has any small bills and when confusedly shows you a weird looking shiny plastic card you say fuck it, toss off his pants and start working him with your tongue. He's honestly kinda cute even with his small dick, and his reactions make it painfully obvious that this is his first time. <img src="ending9.png"/> You let yourself out while he's asleep on the bed and make your way to the coziest looking alley around, completely naked along the way. All this weird eletric stuff might take some getting used to, but it seems like you can use it to automatically set your prices ($5 seems like a pretty good start, though hopefully someone will be kind enough to get you some breast expansion surgery) and use a nearby tattoo machine to give yourself a QR code that people scan to pay. This place doesn't seem too bad after all, and you're already kinda excited to work up enough dough to really impress your pimp whenever he shows up... Ending 9: Goblin? More like Gobblin' my cock! (Sorry, had to)

You've got the health of an army and the damage of a ballista, you could probably take out a T.rex! After gathering your loot and getting a shield for cheap you begin your trek up the mountain. There are a few ocassions where you nearly hit yourself with your breasts and fall over by jumping small gaps, but apart from that it seems alright. At the top of the mountain is a very large hole that you climb through while trying to catch your breath. It seems less like an actual cave and more like something had the power to bore its way into the mountin itself! It's probably fine though, nothing you can't handle... ''GRAAAAAAWHHR'' ...That was probably just the echo of a tiny salamander or something... Your steps become shakier but you force yourself to carry on, determined to get out of this form so that you can actually see your feet again and your head actually goes above people's midriff. The path continally becomes more dangerous as you walk it; Large cracks that seem to go down endlessly, stone so black it seems scorched by magma, and century old skeletons from elephants or similar beasts. It all culminates in a massive red mass that you at first deem a rocky hill before reconsidering when a long, snakelike neck and a muzzled face extend out of it and begin staring at you. Driven by surprise and with little other choice you [[Attack!]]

18: Hit! 14 damage. (CW: Extreme size and gaping) That's what the game says anyways, but your sword clearly just bounces off his scales leaving a tiny dent! He attacks you with a simple tail swipe and does 36 damage of your 115 health. Perhaps the seemingly unimportant things like extra actions and new spells are more important to doing well than you thought? You attack again at the same time as him and trade hits, though yours is much weaker than his. The third hit knocks the air from your lungs and you're sent flying across the room. The drake gets up on all fours, revealing that your head comes up to about its ankles. It sniffs you experimentally, but you're too shaken to swing your arms. A drop of warm liquid falls to you and it feels as if you've been hit with a water balloon! At first you think it's drool and it's getting ready to eat you, and you can't decide if the truth is better or worse: Its two foot long, pointy cock just splashed you with pre... You try to struggle, resist, crawl away,anything! But the massive, overpowering beast easily slashes the armor from your body and lines your pussy up to its cock that's not much smaller than you are. '' -15 HP bludgeoning damage'' <img src="ending10.png"/> Ugh... it rams itself into you and you suddenly look about 8 months pregnant from the bulge. You fight through the pain and discomfort to check your health: 20HP. It hadn't occured to you before now, but if the dragon kills you maybe you'd get sent back to your room and you can start again as a new character! ''-5HP bludgeoning damage'' You bite your lip and try ot power through it... It doesn't matter that your organs are getting rearranged, it's okay that somethign the width of cannon has somehow spread your asshole farther than it should go, because it'll all be over soon. ''-1HP -1HP -1HP -1HP'' The beast begins thrusting back and forth and you take damage each time, but why is it less? There's no way your body is adjusting to the size, right? That your green ass could be reforming itself to be a better cocksleeve for this beast? Just one more damage, just //one// more and you'll be free of this hell! ''..........'' It continus to fuck you until eventually two thirds of its cock is wedged inside of you and you're basicallr a condom for the Drake. Well, not exactly, most condoms try to keep the cum //inside//. Instead a large torrent of semen falls from your mouth as it has nowhere else to go. The drake snorts and exhales a cloud of black smoke, walking in a circle before layign back down and beginning to snore. You Shout at the beast (in your mind at least, your mouth is still slowly filling with cum that eventually drips down your chin) and try to break free, but at this point you've got as much cock in you as goblin and you're here as long as he wants you. Your ass is on fire and you can hardly feel the lower half of your body, but eventually exhaustion gets the better of you and you begin to lose conciousness. Your first night was apparently a very good sampling of how the next two years of your life would go. Sometimes he'd last longer than others, and eventually you'd be allowed to shimmy off of his cock and sleep on his hoard like a living piece of treasure, but the vast majority of your time and energy was dedicated to bending the laws of physics to make the Drake cum. Within the first month you could hold your entire arm inside your ass without touching any walls, and it certainly never had any time to heal. Thankfully(?) Dragon-like sperm seems to be very potent, acting as a healing agent and a complete source of nutrition! Eventually, finally, you feel the sensation of your ruined body fading away and you reawaken in your black VR pod. Your hands shoot to your butt and you gleefully confirm that it's a completely normal, fully intact hole. You stretch and get dressed, suddenly feeling that after two years of orgasms caused accidentally while being used by someone else it would be nice to have one of your own free will and on your own time, After a bit of searching you find the dildo that you'd purchased a few days before entering the game and you hop into bed and begin to tease your tight pussy with it. For about ten minutes you fuck yourself with the average sized silicon member, but you feel no closer to orgasm than when you'd started! Unable to resist, you bite your lip and insert a few fingers alongside the dildo and it does feel slightly better. A few hours later your sheets are a mess, you're covered in sweat, and you have the dildo, a cucumber, and an entire arm inside of your ass and you are //Right there// on the edge of orgasm, but it's just not enough after years as a dragon's onahole. You sigh in frustration and storm out of your apartment, not even giving a thought to your lack of clothes or dildo-filled ass. You head inside of the nearest sex shop, slam your card on the coutner and ask for whatever they've got that's big. The woman at the counter opens her mouth but doesn't say anything, instead pulling a large, lifesize horsecock. It's much smaller than your dragon's and your new body being twice as big as your old one doesn't help, but you'll probably be able to force an orgasm with this! Right there in the store you find a good angle and begin forcing the cock in right alongside the regularly sized dildo, and thankfully the clerk seems too amazed at the display to call security. With twenty minutes of full on //hammering// your ass it finally gives way to your first real-life orgasm in forever, and you don't even mind as a guad escorts you out of the store and you're left standing in public with a few inches of cock sticking out of you. As you walk home, enjoying the intensely uncomfortable feeling of having your hole stretched to its limits you can't help but wonder just how close you can get to re-enacting your time in the game, especially if this place has some elasticity enhancement drugs... Ending 10: Size queen of the treasure pile.

It doesn't take long to reach your old bank, though it seems to have been bought bought out by a different company at some point. You head into the lobby and immediately feel a bit out of place when you see the intricate gold trim and large chandeliers with technicolor flames. You walk nervously towards one of the large circular podiums of which a life-size semi-transparent human. "May I help you?" She asks, her tone indicating that she's somewhat bored. You feed your address and credit card into the base of the machine and after a minute or so (and a few whirrs and thuds) a lot of numbers come into view on the holographic podium. A lot of //Red// numbers. "It says here that you had $350 in your account which after one hundred years compound interest has become $53,000,000. You also had a credit card with an unpaid $16 bill on it at a //much// higher interest rate which has become a $65,000,000 bill. We'll use your account to pay what we can, but I'm afraid you cannot leave until we've settled how you plan to pay this $12,000,000 bill." She says, her tone having shifted from bored to an almost sadistic enjoyment. You swallow nervously and tell her that you don't //quite// have enough, though she likely knew that already and launches into a prepared speech about your options. "I would highly recommend that you work with us on this and sign the employment form i'm about to give you. That said, I cannot force you to work with you and am required to give you the option of paying this debt at your own time and pace." She says. Apparently it's up to you whether you take this unfair debt and try to [[pay it off legitimately]] or you flip her the bird, say "Fuck you" and [[Storm Out]]

With a groan you fight the drowziness and open your eyes. For the first few seconds your eyes are blinded from inactivity, and it takes a few more seconds to realize that you actually can see again but the room is so bright that it doesn't look much different. The walls are white, there are bright lights streaming down from the ceiling, and you're currently laying on a light-blue bed with a labcouted man nearby. In short, you're in a hospital. "Ah, you're awake! You were hit by a flying car that was trying to land. Sadly their camera showed that you didn't even look up and it was deemed your fault, so we cannot offer you the synthetic growth option. There were also no files of you in our system, a highly unusual occurance ever since we started microchipping infants, but I digress. We also won't be able to get a name out of you due to your... 'condition', so I hope you won't mind if I call you Fifi from now on." He says. Ignoring his attitude and name choice, what condition does he mean? You take a moment to look down at yourself and you can't tell if your body is trying to cry or throw up, possibly both. All four of your limbs are whittled down to the shoulders/thighs, though with futuristic grey circles covering the ends and blue-white light coming out of them. According to the doctor he 'can't get a name out of you' which implies you've somehow permenantly lost your voice, and leaning your head over to the bedside table you notice that htere's a red visor covering your eyes. Does that mean that whatever happened to you took your natural eyes too? "Don't freak out! Now that you're awake I can call my suppliers and let them know you'll be needing the artificial limbs that they've got. Sit tight." He says, seemingly unaware that you've got no other choice. He heads out of the room for about twenty minutes and eventually heads back in to hopefully tell you everything's fine. "The good news is that we've acquired two options for your new limbs, and the bad is that you may not like your options. The first is a fully functional set of human limbs confiscated from a dismantled android prostitute in an illegal ring. Our coders have examined the goods and not found any viruses, but we cannot definitely say that there is no residual... whoriness left over. Your second option might seem a bit worse, but these we can guarantee will have no behavioral changes or hidden protocols attached and they're perfectly good cybernetic limbs. That said, they may or may not be intended for cats... We can use special radio waves to grow them proportionally to your size, but it may still be a bit embarrassing... What kind of hospital //is// this?! You have to choose between [[Recycled robo-hoe limbs]] and ones [[Literally meant for a cat]]? Might as well make your choice...

CW: character wondering about hypothetical but non-confirmed gore Why do people always try to ruin your sleep? Nope. This time you're just gonna nuzzle against the pillow and stay asleep... Some time later you wake up again and this time feel like you probably can't sleep anymore, so you stretch out and open your eyes. You try to stretch at least, but something feels off and when your eyes finally open you see that your limbs are gone! All that remains of them are four grey circles with blue light stuck to the ends of your shoulders and thighs. You begin to wonder if they were stolen by whoever brought you here, but before you can succesfully wiggle down from the bed and crawl away, a man in a labcoat and glasses walks into the room. "Ah! You're finally awake... We did have a few sets of limbs available, but it took you three weeks to wake up after the surgery and they were all given to other patients, so i'm afraid you'll just have to adjust to life like this." He says unapologetically. That's it? Just a 'Sorry your limbs are gone, now get out'? Apparently, as he carelessly wraps his arm around your waist and carries you out to a wheelchair that can be controlled by your visor. You drive out to the street while still in denial. You see your reflection in one of the parked cars and take it in. You're completely naked, and even if you had clothing it wouldn't help because they likely wouldn't stay on you without being a tailor fit. Your limbs are simply gone. You feel so light without them, but it feels so claustrophobic as if you're trapped in an invisible box and you can only wiggle slightly. You're also wearing some sort of visor over your eyes with a red lense, yet your vision is pretty much perfect, so assumedly your eyes were injured in whatever happened (you probably should've asked, but the doctor rushed you out while you were and are still processing) and this is some future tech. As you're thinking of where you can even go you're approached by a tall, somewhat muscular woman with a multitude of bandages covering her body. She blocks your path and looks down at you with a glare. "What the hell were you doing standing in the middle of the flying car parking lot without even looking out for traffic? My car's auto-landing gear didn't detect you and now it's all beat up and I had to get seven stitches!" She shouts, getting a bit closer to you. You swallow nervously. In no position to argue or really even defend yourself, you apologize and mumble something about not knowing. She ominously says that there's a way you can make it up to her, but when you ask she smiles and says to follow her. She guides you to a very rich neighborhood and to a three story house with two very non broken cars in the driveway, and when you reach the non-sloped front steps she simply says "It's okay, you won't need that in here." And carries you inside, leaving the chair in the yard. Your tension is rising. This woman is clearly pretty upset with you despite her change to a more hospitable attitude and there's no longer any way for you to leave, so you try not to make any noises she might find insulting when you're placed on her lap and a large hot something begins poking your ass. You expect her to complain about you, or go into another rant, or do literally anything, but instead she simply grips you harder and her cock twitches through her pants. You spend the next minute anxiously wondering if she wants you to do something for her, but it's not as if you can pull her pants down or start blowing her! Finally she holds you tighter and frees her cock, roughly shoving it into your pussy and hammering into you like you're just the onahole that you somewhat resemble. Despite this you're honestly a bit relieved, if she's fucking you it means that she's happy and you can let yourself relax a bit. <img src="ending13.png"/> She says nothing for the entire exhausting session, and an hour later you're left on the couch full of cum and she's in another room probably sleeping or something. The couch is at least three feet off the ground and you have no real way to prevent yourself from landing on your head (not to mention that being on the floor really isn't an improvement at all anyways) It takes six hours (In that time you learned that your visor has a oggleable clock that can appear in the corner of your vison) for her to emerge from the other room and when she does it's back to the scarily kind voice and ominous body language. "I'll be gone for a few hours and I don't want you getting into any trouble, okay? I'll have a nice reward for you when I'm back" She says with a smile that seems to chill your soul. You look away from her eyes until you're alone again, which is when you contemplate the cahnces of success if you suddenly start screaming at full volume until cops start busting in. The best you can tell there are three outcomes: Either someone hears you, calls the cops, and you get rescued (Amazing outcome). This woman has soundproofed her house and no one will hear you (Nothing happens). Or this is a test and she's standing right outside the door and probably does something terrifying to you ( :C outcome). You think back to what the doctor said: "We had a few sets of limbs available for you, but it took you too long to wake up." Which means that if you ever get out of here you could go back to normal! Knowing that it seems too risky to wager your entire life when this woman's neighbors could be kidnappers too, and as painful as it is to your hope and pride you stay put and await her return. *-*-*-*-*-*-* A slamming door followed by four seperate locks being latched wakes you up. The woman is walking towards you with something in her hands which are pressed against her torn, mostly red shirt. Wait... That's the same shirt she was wearing when she left. When it looked brand new. And was white..... Your eyes widen and you scramble to get away from this woman, but she stops you with a quietly and calmly uttered "Trust me, cute thing. You don't want to try running away." Which is especially powerful on you while your terrified mind is running through the dozens of ways she could've gotten herself covered in blood. You stay deathly still as she reaches for your head and slides a microchip into your visor and picks you up with one hand while dropping her pants. She doesn't even say anything as she begins fucking you once again, but you can feel the tension and stress leaving her body by how her grip changes, and by extension it leaves yours as well as you stop worrying that she's going to chop you up in the basement. Once she's finished you're dumped carelessly back on the couch and a bowl of nutrient pills or something similar is placed beside you. "Don't spill those cuz i'm not refilling them until next week regardless of how many make it inside you." She says on her way to the room you assume is her bedroom. A few minutes later you get a notification that an entertainment channel is available on your visor, and you're able to move the curser over to it with your eyes. It's seemingly just a loop of different pornos, but at least now you have something to distract yourself with while she's gone. Nothing changes about your situation for the next year as you slowly adjust. Whenever the woman comes home angry and hatefucks you it makes you feel good because you know that she'll feel better soon and that she's happy to use you, making you feel secure and safe. Conversely, whenever her tone is quiet, polite, and she's usually holding some dangerous object you feel scared and in danger, causing you to occasionally break down and begin to cry. Finally, after an entire year and thousands of uses, you hear loud repeated banging on the massivem etal door for nearly twenty minutes. The door flies off its hinges and leands a couple feet from the hinges and a man in a police uniform runs through the door guiding a whole fleet of men in black battery powered armor. They drag your captor out kicking and screaming, earning a few hits from a club as she's dragged out. The man in the officer's uniform kneels down besides you and smiles at you. "Are you okay? We're going to get you out of here. It's alright." He says calmly. You immediately begin crying out and beg him to start fucking you and not torture you or take you to the basement. You've never even been tortured and her basement is a bloody mystery to you, but you always know that your previous owner was most dangerous when she was polite, but it's instilled in you a fear of anyone who isn't calling you a bitch and jamming their dickmeat into one of your holes. The officer seems confused, but he picks you up as gently as possible and brings you to the station for questioning. The inquisitor is kind and understanding and knows that you're just a victim, but it only makes you feel even more as if your life is in danger. Unable to get a word out of you they give you what you keep begging for and set you up with your own room for 'Cop relief' where officers can come after work to use you, with special instruction to manhandle and dirty talk as much as possible. It's not quite the 'life of the future' that you'd imagined, but at least you're mostly happy as a stress relief for actually capable people... Ending 13 - Fuck Nugget

You're obviously not spending the rest of your life in animal limbs so you choose the Gynoid limbs. The doctor nods, heads out of the room for a minute, and returns with a set of hot pink arms with faux white gloves and pink legs that end in eight inch heels. Using a wrench the limbs are screwed into place and you flex them to see how everything works. You can feel the limbs as they hang off of your body, but they feel cold as if they're constantly asleep. After walking around the room while picking a few things up everything seems to be working properly, though it'll take a while to adjust to being taller than most women. "Well, if everything's working properly I can get you signed out of here and back to your regular life." The doctor says, looking you over and seeming to enjoy the way those pink legs push your thighs into a very attractive position. Once he's had his fill you're led out of the hospital and back onto the street, where you pull out your phone and buy a month at a nearby apartment. Metal limbs still feel so surreal. The way their extra weight feels as you walk, the way they make a bit too much noise to be natural when you grab things, the way the keep refusing to let you apply for any jobs by forcing your fingers to miss the screen. Wait what?! You stab the screen with full force and it just glides too far to the left. Thankfully it //does// let you google if this has happened to other people. Your searches don't find anything, but you find a rival search engine called 'Octa-search' (Tagline: "Finds at least eight things!") which seems to have just objectively more matches. You'd wonder if that search engine is bribing the websites to not show up under google, but you're a bit preocupied. Apparently robotic limbs are all bound by something similar to the laws that real robots must follow, being that Limbs may not hurt any human being on purpose unless a second human is present and you both fingerprint scan at the same time, Which can prevent the arms going crazy and strangling you, as well as make it easier to catch kidnappers or murderers as each robotic arms have their own fingerprint and you can catch the accomplice as well. It does make epipens much more difficult to use, but you idly wonder if epipens haven't been replaced by pills yet... You keep scrolling and find an article explaining that sometimes powerful criminals will corrup large batches of libms and add in fake laws that require someone to send all the money in their account to a certain address. Obviously with just one fake arm it's not as effective, and even two robo arms but no legs can prevent you from being taken places, but you're basically a walking ' hack me' sign. At the bottom of the article it explains a way to view the laws that are governing you, though it notes that to change them you'll need about ten years of coding experience and know about six languages. You press two fingers to the bottom of your left arm in a V form and a small panel opens up with a screen showing your laws: Law One: Limbs may not hurt any human being (or animal) on purpose unless the failsafe is activated with a second human. Law Two: You must attempt to keep the appearance of a prostitute at all times, wearing slutty clothes, spending at minimum five hours a day walking the streets, and you will not turn down any Johns who ask. Law three: No trying to alert anyone about your prostitution who may want to stop it. No dialing any authority numbers or walking near any police stations. Law four: You will head to the coordinates encrypted below during your first night and will obediently allow whatever happens to you. How do you keep getting yourself into these situations? The safest bet would be to just shout out while still in public that you need help, but "Help i'm a prostitute!" might not go over too well, and even if you do convince someone they may not carry you all the way to the police station! Your best bet would be to walk as close to the sation as it'll let you and wait for a cop to pass by. Your limbs force you to stop at a sleazy 'boutique' and slide into a slutty schoolgirl outfit, but you're at least able to get within a thousand feet... and then you take a left into a dirty, dingy alleyway before leaning against the wall. It takes a few hours, but eventually a classy looking man in an expensive suit walks up to you and begins inspecting you with his hands. He looks at your stomach and seems confused. "Where's your QR code? I can't exactly pay you if I don't have something to scan." He asks, and you angrily tell him that you're not a prostitute and that your robotic limbs are forcing you to act slutty. You also add that he'd better take you to the police station so you can get these removed or he'll be aiding a criminal and you'll have him arrested. He breaks out into a laughing fit, messing up his hair as he makes fun of you. "First off, prostitution has been legal for eighty years, what are you, my grandmother? Secondly I guarantee my legal team could could put you away for thirty years if you so much as sneeze on me. Now suck me off before my meeting or i'll tell the local biker gang about this cozy little alley you've got here." He says with an evil grin, and with little other choice you fall to your knees and begin sucking off his average sized cock. It feels weird in your mouth, hot and throbbing and ready to blow any minute. Feeling the constant chill in your limbs the cock's heat honestly feels kind of comforti— Nope. No. Not continuing that thought any further. You want to bite your tongue to distract yourself, but you obviously can't, and you apparently can't even pinch yourself because that would consitute 'harming a human'. You instead obediently squeeze the cum out of him and are relieved when he just pats your head and walks away without a word as soon as you've drank his cum. After that you just wait in the alley until your mandatory timer runs out, but it's taking so long and you're honestly feeling kinda sleepy..... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Five hours later in a small shack at the edge of town "We've bagged a good one this time, haven't we Tommy?" An overweight main in a black suit asks as he finishes tattooing a QR code onto your torso. "Sure have! No files, no relatives, quite the looker. We can probly just ship her some food every so often and not even need to give her a cut." Tommy replies as he types up the last of the code on a microchip before sliding it into your goggles. They continue to talk about how good of a whore you'll make for a few hours, when you're ready to go and are told to walk back to your alley. You wake up sore and uncomfortable, leaning against the brick wall. You're about to inspect yourself when you see a cop walking past the alley! "Hey! Help me, I've been... Uh, I guess it's a type of kidnapping? And i'm forced to whore myself out!" You shout, and the cop smiles and steps a bit closer, dropping his pants. "Really? How interesting, I might need to inspect this case myself." He says, taking a picture of your stomach for some reason before bending you over and railing you hard against the brick wall. By the time that most of the cum is out of you there's another cop walking by, and when you try the same thing he too simply uses you like a fuckdoll. Soon after there's another one. And another. And by the time you've realized that your vision-visor thing can somehow calculate people who wouldn't tell the cops (likely by using a list of people who've bought time with whores before) and has hacked your vision-visor to make you //see// them as cops, you've already given up hope and have submitted to being a mid-price hooker for however long it takes. Hopefully just until one of your parts break. Ending 14 - "Getting sick of seeing this stupid uniform."

You can't help but imagine the sleazy viruses and terrible compulsions that limbs made for walking talking sex dolls would have, so as much as it kills your pride, you choose the kitty legs. To his credit the doctor is very professional and simply ackgnowledges your choice, brings out the limbs, and slowly twists them until they're on tight. You jump down from the bed and walk aroudn experimentally. Your limbs feel cozy and warm as if they're wrapped in a high quality blanket. The doctor is standing beside you and your head comes a little above his shins. You look away with a blush and wait for him to lead you out of the room, but before he does you feel a sharp pain at your butt, and croning your head you see that he's shoved a tail-plug into your ass. Text appears in your vision: //"New peripheral connected - 'Exo tail'. Gyroscope active//. You look up at the doctor and he explains that this is important for your new life and that you'll need to be able to land properly or you may hurt yourself. You don't like it but it does have a benefit and it's not like you can remove it yourself so you grumble ot yourself. "We've hooked you up with an apartment that should be able to accomodate your new life. You'll still need to pay the $1400 a month, but the decoration is already finished." He says. It's simultaneously a relief and an embarrassment that you'll be able to live alone, but you'll likely have to live like a cat to do it. "And where's my clothing? I can't go running around naked even if you do think i'm a cat." You say with a pout. "Ah! Of course, It'll be ready right away." He says, running out of the room and returning with a white pattern tracksuit which matched your legs. He slides it on you and zips it up tight. With the clothing covered you're ready to bite the bullet and see how bad the lifestyle adjustments will be. You run at about ten miles an hour down the road because it feels more natural, and it's not until you get home that you realize how much more catlike it makes you look. Once you arrive at the address (Your visor has a compass on it) you begrudgingly crawl through the doggydoor and into the house. You expect it to be full of scratching posts and litterboxes and cans of tuna, but instead it's very tasteful! The stairs are a little shorter, the technology can be operated with your visor, and there's a water bowl that you can dispense water into with a foot pedal. Excitedly you run around the house and explore your new home, looking into each of the rooms and running around. Your soft paws feel great on the hard floor and you feel so free despite your limbs! After a nice meal of pizza (teleported to a plate on the ground through a button, though it was definitely not easy to eat) you sleep cozily in your real bed You wake up the next morning and jump out of bed, easily handling the four foot drop with your feline limbs and agility, but you don't want to stay cooped up all day so you head through the rubber flap on the door and out to the great outdoors! The park seems like a great place texplore so you jog ahead and make your way there. Not long after arriving you come across a Great Dane who eagerly runs towards you. It towers a full foot above you and at first you worry that it'll think you're a regular cat, but once it's sniffed you a few times it extends a paw towards you and you place yours on top of it, enjoying the interaction. "What's that lady doing with our dog? Do you think she's a pervert?" You hear a woman say behind you, and you're so shocked that you haven't found a response before the man next to her says "Probably. Don't worry babe i'll get rid of her" and stands up. You run away before he tries to kick you or something and head further into the park. <img src="ending16.png"/> (I know it's not a very fitting image but I really love it and this is like the only place i'd ever get to use it.) It's a really nice day and the sunlight feels amazing on your skin, but it's only a few minutes until you hear another voice that sounds directed at you. You turn around ready to greet the person and see that it's a mother with their child. "Mommy? Why is that lady trying to look like a cat?" They ask, and the mother responds "Look away, Tommy. She's just trying to get her enjoyment by defiling the public space!" She shouts and you sprint full speed before people start to look, not stopping until you're in the middle of a street somewhere. You catch your breath and look around to figure out where you are. The GPS tells you that it's about two miles from your house. Why is everyone treating you like a freak?! You didn't chose this life... It shocks you to realize, but as you head down the road you realize that it would actually be preferable if everyone just thought you were a real cat and not a human. At least then you'd be getting pets and praise. Fearing another person insulting or yelling at you you walk with your head down and head home just wanting to be back in the safety of your cat accessible house. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* "F-fido stop, I'm trying to eat!" You shout, partly annoyed but still using a kind tone. Your dog Fido is trying to moutn you even though he usually waits until after breakfast. Something must have him pretty riled up this morning! It's been three months since your surgery and your terrifying day outside. You spent the first few weeks hiding away indoors and feeling sorry for yourself, but you thoughts kept wandering back to that couple's dog and how nicely he treated you. One morning after waking up particularly cold and lonely you called a local dog shelter to ask if they have any dogs. They had a great dane that had been given to them a few days prior due to a couple breaking up and being unable to decide who should keep him. You told them he was perfect and asked to have him shipped over to you ASAP. The pound didn't know his name so you called him Fido and made sure he'd have everything he could want with you. As soon as he arrived it felt as if someone finally had your back for the first time since you were unfrozen. You snuggled with him in your bed and would run around the spacious basement with him having lots of fun. Eventually he got a bit cozier with you and started trying to mount you, and while at first you thought about shaking him off you realized that neither of you had anyone else to be close with and your Fido needed love just as much as anyone else, so you let him do it as long as he was careful and caring. Fido doesn't care or possibly even know what you are, and he loves you jsut the same. He's the perfect companion and you wouldn't give him up ofr anything, and if the cost of that is taking a bit of doggy cock that you always end up enjoying anyways than so be it! He understands you, while every single human is just a bitch (and not the good kind like you are). Four legged people need to stand up for each other and you'll love your Fido forever... Ending 16 - Dogs and Cats can get along after all, eh?

You slowly walk towards her, making out more of her rambling the closer you get, namely "Where am I going to get someone in the next hour" and "This case was in the bag, why does something always have to go wrong." Somewhat nervously you reach her and ask what's going on, causing her to jump a few inches in the air, though afterwords she does look pretty relieved to see you. Suddenly you're being manhandled and spun around as she examines you. "Female... Under 6 feet tall... 'Moderately attractive'. She's perfect." She mumbles, pulling a prison jumpsuit from her briefcase soon after. "Would you mind pretending to be a prisoner for a few hours? I promise it'll be easy and there's like no evidence against you! It's just that the actual convict got scared and ran away and I've got this case pretty much down, but I only get my $50,000 if we win the case which y'know, requires both sides to actually appear. I'll give you $5k of it! "She says, somewhat rambling. With nothing else planned and a chance to triple your money, you accept. She hugs you tightly and drags you into a nearby bathroom to get you changed into the suit. There are cobwebs in the room as it it hasn't been used in months, but she doesn't seem to notice. "Now this jumpsuit comes with a microfiber technocritical patch which will ensure you don't escape, but as soon as we win you'll be home free with a nice payday, so don't worry about it!" She says confidently. The suit is tight and uncomfortable, and you groan audibly when she slides the handcuffs on, but otherwise you're pretty much fine. She leads you happily into a packed courtroom where your're sat in the front. The judge is a somewhat attractive woman in very unflattering clothing. She is currently reading a massive book on theoretical physics. "Ah, you're a bit late, is the zero loss star attourney slipping up?" She asks without even looking at either of you. Soon after the defendant arrives and the case begins. It mostly consists of the lawyers slinging evidence at each other for about twenty minutes, and it does indeed look like your side is about to win until the opposition pulls out a video where a woman that does indeed look a lot like you is walking down the street and suddenly she pulls a woman off the street, drags her into an alley and sits on her face until the victim has passed out. Your lawyer opens her mouth, closes it, and reviews her notes for the next minute. It's clear that that video was not a part of her plan and she does seem pretty panicked, but the judge makes a ruling before she can find anything to try and clear your name. "In light of this new evidence I proclaim that Lucy Torrison is guilty of assault. The penalty, as usual, is seventy IQ points of the offender going to the victim and twenty of the losing lawyer going to the winner." She says, and just as you've registered what she's even talking about a loud machine whirrs to life in the middle of the machine and both you and your "lawyer" are enveloped in a blue light. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- "Hey, Lucy! You're free to go." You hear from in front of you. You don't remember your name being lucy, but thinking is like so hard and it's easier to just nod your head. The nice (though kinda prudish, Who bothers buttoning anything up anymore?) looking lady pats you on the head and says that you're free to go and you make your way outside. "Down to 155 now, I wonder if that trend will continue? I'm all the way at 275 from my cut of every case, and that poor girl you clearly used as a substitute sits at around 52. You just slapped her in a pink jumpsuit, thooked her up with a boyfriend just smart enough to take care of her while treating her like a stupid slut and gaslighting her into believing whatever he wants her to." "I'm gonna win my next case, and I'l take your place as judge as soon as you retire!" The lawyer retorted, crossing her arms angrily, although she could already feel the superior thinking and increased mental reflexes dulling down, and every lawsuit could be a battlefield with a possibly equally capable lawyer. "You'd better hope you do, because you're here until you go down to 50IQ, get up to 300, win a hundred cases, or I let you go. And the minute that you bottom out. Not if, but when, I will make sure you end up eating ass alongside "Lucy" and feel blissfully unaware of everything apart from catering to every one of your shared husband's whims." Lawyer swallows nervously and tries to hide all emotion. "Understood." As she headed out of the courtroom she made a mental note to send 'Lucy''s boyfriend the money for a plane ticket out of the country so that she can never end up with him, but her mind can't help be haunted by visions of herself in a trashy thong and sucking on balls with the woman she condemned to the same life... <img src="ending15.png"/> Ending 15 - The law's a bitch.

You're overcome with visions of yourself being absolutely dominated and treated like a slut, or a bitch, or a whore, and it makes you desperate to have your own turn. You take the $2500 you were given and head to a sex shop, picking out a nice sexy red leather dress and plenty of toys for playing with a cute girl of your own. You stake out a bar nursing a strong drink and wait for someone who would be fun to torment. About an hour in you catch a mousy looking woman in a large coat and long pants who keeps sneaking glances at your latex-clad breasts. On the third time you point to her and wait for her to approach you. <img src="sub.png"/> "Sit. Now." You say as you sharply move your finger downwards. A predatory grin overtakes your face when she instantly obeys you. She seems nervous and has started rambling about biking and other hobbies she enjoys. It's cute, but you know something more productive she could do with her mouth and you gently grab her head and pull her beneath the table. "D-do you want me to lick it? I-i mean I feel like you do but I don't want to assume— Woa!" God she's cute, but cuteness doesn't get your pussy wet so you pull her against your pussy until she begins to lick. The girl (Who you've resolved to start calling 'pet) actually isn't half bad and you've already cum once by the time you've finished your drink. A few hours later you're pretty drunk and you're sure that her face is probably covered from your numerous orgasms and she's still obediently licking. This girl is either a natural born submissive or she's really desperate to please others. Finally satisfied, you push her away to signal that you're done and she takes the hint. "Um... C-could I sit up there with you again?" She asks politely, and you can tell from her tone that she really wants to hear yes but is prepared to hear no. It seems like a simple choice, but as a dominatrix any weakness (or kindness in this case) shown would make it difficult to be as cruel in the future. Do you take pity on her and say [[Yes]]. or do you keep your image as the ruthless self-serving dom and say [[no]]?

"I suppose so, just don't forget who's holding the crop here." You say, giving her a hand and letting her climb into the booth. You sober up on pretzels and water while she enjoys her second drink of the evening: An adorably girly pink fruit slushie, complte with straw and umbrella. Afterwords you ask her to take you to her house and you head inside, being greeted by a small one bedroom apartment with a sparsely furnished living room and a tiny kitchen. You have her strip down as soon as you're inside and you toy with her nipples all the way to the bed, where you pull out a few accessories. First is a large leather collar just tight enough that she'll be reminded of it whenever she swallows or turns her head, but not enough that it'll ever really hurt her. The next item is a large strapon and after a bit of lube you've got it in the both of you and are thrusting softly into her while she moans your name. Once you're both exhausted and cummed-out you have her sleep at the foot of the bed with her own pillow and blanket. She snores loudly as she sleeps, but after a hundred years being unconciously stuck in a block of ice it feels nice just knowing that you have someone near you... The next morning you wake up to the smell of eggs and find her making omelettes in her tiny kitchen. When the plate is set before you there's ketchup in the shape of a heart and a star on it. "S-sorry, I know it's kinda nerdy but people always like it in the animes that I watch and I'm t-terrible with words and I don't know how to be affectionate and i'm scared of upsetting you so I— mmnnh?!" You shut her up with a kiss. She's being really cute right now but it feels like she's a couple sentences from breaking out into tears so you want to keep her happy. She leans into the kiss and lifts a foot, and once it's done she looks amazed. "I'm still getting used to this collar, b-but if i'm being honest it feels nice! Like you're constantly hugging me tightly... A-around the neck." She says once her composure has returned. You tell her that you've got to go find a job of some sort if the two of you are going to be able to pay rent but she simply looks at you confused. Apparently there is a universal income that's been around for nearly 85 years and as long as you don't get too frivolous you can both stay home all day and play together. Armed with this knowledge you have Pet (Who tells you that her real name is Dani) crawl after you into the bedroom and kiss the floor where you stepped before climbing into bed and taking out something that seems futuristic and impossible to you, but Pet seems to know as she blushes from seeing the bottle. It advertises itself as a stimulant and is a divided bottle of blue liquid and red liquid. "I-is that? Oh j-jeez..." She says and you ask her if she knows how it works. "W-well um... Assuming I know what you plan to do you would put a drop of the red onto my tongue and then a drop of the blue onto my p-p-pussy, and then i'd feel whatever my tongue does on my own thing which would motivate me to do a better job pleasing you." She explains, blushing furiously. You pat her head and do as she explained. You're fairly sure she didn't need any motivation to want to do a great job, but it definitely ensures that you'll both have a good time. She dedicates herself to pleasing you, her tongue expertly teasing your muff and her arms tightly wrapped around your waist. Based on her anxiety and social inexperience you'd assumed Pet was a virgin, but you also have trouble believing a virgin could have such a magic tongue. She brings both of you to nearly a dozen orgasms and before long you're both sweaty and exhausted. You wrap her in your arms and carress her naked form under the blankets. She squeezes a little too tight, but you don't mind. "I love you, Mistress. Please never leave, even if you want to be even more cruel or you want me to try being d-dominant, I'd do anything to keep you." Dani says and you squeeze her hands to assure her that it'll be okay. She is so fun to bully and tease, but you'll kick the shit out of anyone who tries to take advantage of her. She's //your// wholesome little Pet. Ending 18 - Probably the most good ending unless you're a massive deviant

You cross your legs and tell her that pets never sit at the table. She looks up at you with her pleading face and although you have no plans to rethink your decision you do pour a bit of whiskey into your hand and let her lap it up. She's seems excited and eager to recieve your affection and licks it all up. "Good girl. Give me your panties and we can get going." You whisper under the table. She looks shocked for a second, but when she sees your impatient face she quickly slides them down and hands you the adorably innocent heart covered underwear. You grab her hand and pull her through the bar and although no one can actually see under her skirt she's still anxious and is holding your hand //very// tightly. You have her give directions to her house and find that she lives in a small one bedroom apartment by herself, but it's big enough for your purposes. There's a twin bed, a sparsely furnished living room and a tiny kitchen. You pull a posture collar from your bag. It's rigid and tight and she needs to keep her neck completely upright or her neck will hurt before long. You snap a leash to it and tie it to the bedpost so that when you go to bed she'll hve to sleep on the floor beside you. The next morning you untie her only after she's fully cleaned your shiny boots with her tongue. She's then free to be untied and make you breakfast, but when she breaks a plate partway through you need to break out the paddle and spank her until she's got a butt as red as the tomato in the mediocre omelette that she made. After eating, it's time for you to find a job and you leave her in her apartment to make some money, but you make sure to leave your pet some entertainment: Her handcuffs are electronically locked and they only release when she releases the base of one of two dildos. A 6" Knotted wolf cock or a 9" human dildo, and you're a bit excited to see whether she chooses the more difficult option or the easier but more humiiliating one. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* You wake up to the feel of a tongue in your ass and something writing around beneath you and you suddenly remember that you fell asleep while sitting on Pet's face. It fills you with pride in your training ability that you've made her so scared of punishment that she continued licking your holes for a solid eight hours just incase you woke up! You hop out of bed and head out to the kitchen. Breakfast obviously isn't ready yet because she was trapped under your ass, so you obviously can't blame her //too// much, you'll only add a week to her chastity time. You pour out a bowl of cereal and begin eating while Pet makes your bed and makes herself look presentable. Right about when you've finished eating she comes out, bows, and begins worshipping your feet as normal. Somewhat unusually however is that she's actually speaking to you this time. "Mistress—" She begins, kissing each individual toe and treating your foot as if it's a beloved boyfriend. "I-i was thinking... Since this is the six month anniversary of you meeting me that I might be able to... er.... N-nevermind, it's stupid." She mumbles. She probably wants to cum, though she's wracked up three weeks of denial already and it's very important for her behavioral training that you don't let her break the rules or bypass punishments. You think over your options and find a great one. You pull together everything you'll need and have her stand in the center of the living room. Nice tall heels to help her stand out. The 6" wolf cock that she used on your second ever night together, a permenant marker for drawing plenty of nice words all over her, and a tight latex suit to restrict her movement, decrease her vision, and draw attention to her. She doesn't complain in the slightest when you squeeze her into it, slide the cock in or write "Dumb Whore" on her breasts, "Obeys //Anything//" on her forehead, or "Property of Mistress" above her ass. You lead her outside by her leash and into a crowded city square. Dozens of people look on at your Pet, most obviously aroused and some seemingly disgusted buty none can bring themselves to look away. You pass Pet a handwritten note and she begins to shout while ramming herself with the knotted dildo. "Hello everyone! I-i'm a pet who's here because her needy, undeserving pussy craves an orgasm and whos kind mistress took pity on to allow her to cum." She slowly turns to reveal her body to everyone as she speaks, and she's seemingly addicted to the dildo stuffing her pussy. "Please stare at me as I cum my filthy brains out, if I don't demonstrate how depraved and submissive I am I won't be allowed to cum!" She shouts desperately at everyone around her. Hearing this, a particularly confident man asks if he can twist her nipples to see how cute her squeals are and she eagerly accepts, giving a high pitched moan as he does. This opens the floodgates and the next hour is made up of various humiliating requests, and by the end you're sure she's impresonated an entire barn worth of animals. Eventually the fun comes to an end and she squirts in front of an entire legion of people. You grab her by the arm and begin leading her back to the house, making a path through the crowd and back to the house. Occasionally you worry that Pet doens't actually like her situation or that you're forcing her, and while you enjoy treating her like garbage you do want her to enjoy it as well if possible. Thankfully she allieves your fears by what she says on the way home. She's stumbling a bit from the aftermath of her month-in-the-making orgasm and it makes her look quite dependant and cute. "S-so, Same time next week, Mistress?" You let her know that you'll think about it, and maybe in a more public place. Ending 17 - It's kind to be cruel when it's what your partner wants.

It may not be very fair, but that doesn't mean it's not your responsibility. And besides it's not like you have a job yet so maybe they'd let you keep your employment once everything is paid off. You tell the Teller that you'll sign the contract and it's handed over. The contract has a set of rules that you need to follow: Rule #1 - No leaving the premesis of the bank, you will be given a bed and food on site until your debt is paid. Rule #2 - If a client enters your space you cannot refuse to serve them. Rule #3 - You must wear the supplied uniform at all times. You sign at the bottom and are promised that $2,000,000 of your debt will be forgiven per year. The teller hands you a jumble of black fabric and tells you to head into a nearby room to go change. Once inside you're shocked at what you've been given: A tight black nylon suit similar to your previous with the exception of hood that will completely block your vision, exposed privates, and a straightjacket-esque armbinder on the back. Knowing that you've got no choice with that contract you begrudgingly slide it on, squriming to try and adjust to the tightness. Once the hood goes on you hear a beep and suddenly you can see again! Though you're wired into the camera in the corner of the room. It's surreal looking at yourself like that, but there's nothing else to do. There's also a scarily inappropriate looking hole in one of the walls which you try to ignore. You try to head out of the room but the door is locked! The teller sounds out through the headset embedded in your suit. "Sorry, did I forget to tell you that I didn't just send you into this room to get dressed? This is where you'll be servicing all of your clients!" She says. To punctuate her point a //massive// cock slides through the hole, pre dripping from its cock. At first you're too embarrassed to even look at it, but after hearing //Failire to service: $500 Fine. $500 Fine. $500 Fine.// You force yourself to step forward and begin to lick it. You can't decide if your current sight is better or worse. You don't have to stare directly at the massive veiny cock that you're slobbering on, but you also need to see your body giving a sloppy blowjob. After a full twenty minutes you finally squeeze out his cum with your mouth. "That was alright for your first time, but I can tell that i'll need to give some pointers for your next few sessions." She says, and with little else to do you sit and wait for your next cock and blowjob-training. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- 0:45 0:46 0:47 Done! <img src="ending19.png"/> It's been weeks since anyone has lasted longer than a minute with your magic mouth. The teller even offered to shave an extra year off of your endentured servitude since you've already given over a thousand more orgasms than they'd predicted. Of course, you've been eating nothing but cum and haven't showered in about as long either, but when you think of it as a game to try and get their cum out as fast as you can it's honestly kinda fun, and knowing that Teller is watching you and likely handfucking herself to your show makes it kinda nice. The only big problem left with your situation is the lack of orgasms for yourself. You've been trying to will yourself to cum from the joy of choking on massive cock, but so far it's been pretty tough. For every orgasm you give a client you earn one second of vibrator time which you can spend on the one on your pussy or either ones on your nipples. Last time you turned in 110 seconds for just your pussy and it just barely wasn't enough to cum! This time you're playing it safe and will wait for four minutes on all three vibrators, but it'll take about a month for you to build up that much time, but at least you get to enjoy giving service to delicious dicks all day long... Ending 19 - Sorry for the Lackluster end

You grin at her and raise her your middle finger. "Fuck you and fuck your scummy debt, I'll repay it when and if I feel like it." You shout. By the time you've moved ten feet, massive metal shutters side down over every window and door however, blocking your path. You turn around to find the hologram gone, but you don't have time to worry about that when you feel a robotic claw wrap a cold metal anklet onto your leg. "I said you could pay back the loan at your own pace, but I didn't say i'd be letting you leave the building. What motivation would you have to pay us if you could sit in your chair and watch TV all day? No, you'll stay right in here and pay us back with whatever money you can gather from inside the building." You hear from behind you, and turning around you see that the holographic woman has shown herself. The shutters recede back into the roof and you bet to your feet and sprint to the exit, but the second you're outside you feel an overwhelming stabbing pain that assaults you from every possible angle. The pain paralyzes you and you can't escape the agony until the woman mercifully pulls you back inside. The electricity temporarily deactivates your internal implant and you feel a warm liquid running down your leg. The Teller's laugh is sharp and high pitched, but you're still recovering from your electroshock attitude adjustment so you can't give a response. "I hope that was a sufficient display of our power. We'll be using your $16,000 a month universal income to pay for the debt, so with the $3,500 interest payments per month you'll get out of here even if you do nothing! Though if you'd like to get out of here //before// 80 years i'd suggest offering services to some of our incredible customers.~" She says, handing you a pocket-sized card reader that will ...Shit. It seems like they're (probably) on the right side of the law with this one, so you really are trapped until you've raised $12,000,000 over something you hadn't even remembered existed! It takes a full day for you to actually consider asking someone if they had any money to spare, during which time you were given a meal of bread, cheese, and water (which you were told added $2 to your debt) and were forced to sleep under the teller's desk. She 'kindly' left you a pillow which you quickly realized was just a pillowcase full of her unwashed socks and underwear, but it was enough of an improvement that you couldn't bring yourself not to use it. Your first time begging was a very unique experience. An elegantly dressed man wearing sunglasses and an expensive watch walked past the foutnain that you've been loitering around and you figure he's rich enough that he may not mind parting with a couple grand. You tap him on the shoulder and ask if he'd be willing to give any money to charity (It's safe to assume that you count as charity by now.) "Oh? What's in it for me? I might drop a pretty penny if you show me what's beneath that shirt." He says, flashing you a smile and showing his card. You nervously slide the nylon bodysuit down your body and reveal your blouse and shorts underneath. He stands by impatiently as you unbutton your blouse as well, lifting your bra and revealing your perky breasts. "Those are pretty alright. You ever wrap those things around a real man's cock?~ I'll give a bit more to "Charity" if you do." He asks slyly, but you turn him down. He seemingly gives $1500 to you just for showing your tits! Maybe you can get out of here after all. For the next week you become progressively more perverse as people seem to offer less and less the more you're willing to do. Before long you're selling off all of your clothing for $3000 each, blowing guys in the bathroom for $2000, and on rare occasions even prancing around in revealing latex outfits and asking for "tips". By a year in you've whittled your debt down to $9,600,000 and you've even begun to see the fun of cumming daily and letting strangers ogle your body. At the end of the day you return to the teller and tell her how much you made as usual, but she's got an unnaturally large smile on her face. "Yknow... I've got quite a bit of money squared away and i'd be willing to give you $500,000 for you right now if you sign an agreement to spend three hours a day worshipping, licking, and manicuring my feet at the end of each of my shifts." $500,000?? That's over 5% of your entire debt in one day! You eagerly sign the contract and begin licking the sock-lint from her feet, and as you do the Teller thinks to herself about how great an idea it was to not tell you that the bank's policy is to allow cryogenically frozen people to use the income payments they never recieved to retroactively pay off their interest and that you shouldn't technically have any debt at all... <img src="ending34.png"/> Ending 18 and 34 (18 chronologically, 34 as number because I accidentally had two ending 18s for a while) - Don't mess with the bank.

(CW: Rampant sexism "Before we get started with this lesson I've got a nice aged wine for us to share if you need to relax." He offers, and it seems like a very nice gesture so you accept. He pours the purple drink into a fancy glass and pours it out before handing it to you. You take a sip and start to feel pretty good. //Really// good. Amazing even! Wow, this must be some pretty strong stuff, you're even having trouble not giggling at nothing. "I know you're pretty gullible, but even a dumb bitch like you would probably slap me and walk out if I didn't get you in the right mindset first." He says, but all you can think about is how funny he sounds. It's not your fault that his voice is so silly. "I haven't started on dinner because that'll be your job as a wife. I'm sure that even in your time they taught you that women are meant to respect men as the superior gender?" He explains. You shoot out of your chair and sprint towards the kitchen, berating yourself the entire way. How could you be so presumptuous and insulting as to sit at a man's table without first making him dinner?! You dive wholeheartedly into cooking him an excellent five course meal. The kitchen is swelteringly hot especially after changing into a 'proper dress' (one with a massive poofy skirt and a corset), but you'd do anything to make up for upsetting a man! You carry the food out to him with a smile on your face, though he doesn't seem quite as enthusiastic... Admittedly the chicken is pretty black (it's so hard to remember to set a timer), the mashed potatoes are hardly mashed (Women aren't strong enough for that sort of thing), and the pie filling has somehow only filled half of the crust (Okay that one you have absolutely no idea). "Why don't you go clean something while I order a pizza..." He says, and then quieter "Must've gone too heavy on the but you're still optimistic, you know you can do cleaning! And to your credit it doesn't look half bad when everything's finished and your Hubby has his pizza. He calls you over and points downward which obviously means that he needs some dinnertime service so you slide under the table, pucker your lips and get to work. <img src="ending21.png"/> You make sure to savor the scent and flavor of his masculine cock. Each man is unique and it's your duty to properly enjoy your husband's musk while you make him cum, even if he completely ignores you or even harshly shoves you down onto his cock. Before he's even orgasmed he rudely pushes you back and stand up, and although you're confused you also know that any good woman knows to follow thier husband, so you go with him and eventually reach the bedroom. He pulls a small bell out of his pocket and gives it a few rings which the newest part of your mind recognizes. You quickly climb into the bed, spread your legs and say "Please Hubby, I really need a baby in me~" Which causes him to smile. He climbs into the bed and his powerful, hammering thrusts fill you with such electric pleasure that it becomes difficult to think. Men being able to take complete control of women and shut their brains down just by playing with their pussy is an obvious example of why they are the superior gender. He keeps going and going, pumping load after load directly inside you until you can feel his cum swimming around in every corner of your hole. You can't wait to be a mother!~ *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- As usual you wake up at six AM so that you have time to do your chores before Hubby wakes up. The laundry is pretty easy, as is sweeping and mopping, although thelatter has become a bit more difficult with your three month pregnant belly. You bump into things every a bit more often now but it's ofset by the joy you feel when you imagine life with your wonderful husband and adorable little tot running around! Your husband even still lets you try making meals every so often, and (according to you) you're getting better at them. You almost sort of didn't burn the chicken the last time you tried. Speaking of which your next morning chore is to order breakfast delivery on this 'internet thing', but you can usually do it right since it's only four taps. Every time you do it you feel terrible though. It's your job as his wife to make dinner and you can't even do it right! Being good at cleaning and pleasing his cock can only go so far, and sometimes you don't feel like a //real// wife when you can't even provide food for him, but he always tells you that you're a great wife and will be a great mother and that makes you feel better about it for a while... Ending Twenty One - One stepford-ward, two steps back

CW - WG, BBW, Slob, partial animal TF. (Most endings don't have CWs but this is a somwhat polarizing fetish and literally the first possible ending for female path so I figured I should on this one.) "The first lesson is about doing what you enjoy and ignoring anyone who tells you what you can or can't do! Your time had much more stigmatism and sexism, but our time is very free! To help acclimate you to our ways i've ordered four pizzas for dinner and I encourage you to really pig out and not worry about how you appear to others or if you're being "uncultured", Okay?" He says. You don't exactly want to look like a slob, but you could never turn down a free pizza! You make small talk until the delivery guy arrives and as soon as the pizzas are on the table you're stuffing your face. The greasy, saucy goodness disappears down your throat and before long you've finished an entire pizza and the blouse under your suit has an extra inch of exposed midriff. "Great!~ You're doing really well, making sure to eat your fill and when you're done we can relax at my personal spa." He says. Despite feeling full you're able to finish another four slices and it takes you twice as long as usual to follow him out of the room. He directs you to a mudbath which you slowly climb into. You feel the warmth in your bones and the thickness of the mud makes it feels as though you're somehow inside of a warm, nice blanket that ebbs and flows around you. You sink deeper into it and right as you begin feeling a bit peckish you hear a thud as the doctor drops one of the pizza boxes beside you. Your hands are all muddy though and you really doubt you'll like the taste of mud! Thankfully you get the genius idea to lean forward and just eat the pizza without your hands!// UUUURPP// Between the pizza, the warmth, and the freeing knowledge that no one cares how you act you feel so relaxed and detached. It feels as if you could just fall asleep......... ... "Mary sue! Wake up it's time for your feeding." You stand up slowly, unable to remember much of anything. Your eyes open and you're greeted by a strange pink creature staring at you. Their skin is bright pink and they're standing on all fours despite still looking quite humanoid. They must be at least a hundred pounds over the line of obesity, They're absolutely covered in mud, and they have Pig hooves ears and tail, although rather than a snout they have a metal nosehook stretching their nose upwards. <img src="ending20.png"/> Some small part in the back of your mind is very unsettled that this creature seems to perfectly mirror all of your movements, but before you can think of why a bell rings out and a pile of apple cores, pizza crusts, and stale cupcakes. The smell drives you forward and you begin shovelling old food into your mouth, completely unbothered by the smell or the texture or that you're being watched by a strangely familar man who seems to be //really// enjoying himself. Hard to be bothered by food smelling a bit old when you're covered in old food and letting out whatever gas you feel building up at any time you feel like. After the meal you find a nice patch of mud to roll around in and enjoy the feeling of your full, bloated stomach after the full 8000 calorie meal. It seems you're 'Mary Sue', but who was that pig thing that you saw? It's not something you can bother to worry about as you relax in the mud... ... It's been over a week and you haven't been unhappy for a single moment of it. In fact you have a feeling you're about to be even happier because the familiar man has said that you'll be able to meet plenty of girls like you today! Apparently he's got a whole pen full of already trained girls and he's just been waiting for you to "get broken in" whatever that means... He grabs you by the leash and pulls you to a massive fenced in area with at least a dozen pink piggy girls! You pout as your underused brain struggles to think. Didn't he say there'd be other girls like you here? These are all pigs like that one you met on your first day here! You walk up to one and try asking her if she knows what's going on. "Hey, do you //Oink// know what this place is? As you can tell i'm not a //Snrrrrrt// Piggy like you." You ask, but the pig doesn't respond as she's too interested in the pile of moldy food that someone's dropped into the mud at her feet. Hey! If talking is gonna get you cheated out of extra food than fuck talking! You dig into the food and eat a partly rotten apple in two bites, savoring the taste of the apple. Perhaps it was less a lesson on how you should behave in the modern world and more a lesson on how a perverted kidnapper wants all women to behave, but your simple fried brain doesn't remember the difference anymore. Afterall you're too busy fighting over moldy bread rolls with another pig-girl to remember the difference between women and pigs... Ending Twenty - You'd better finish your plate.

You enter the ID on your money-card-thing and place the order. It has a delivery estimate of ten minutes so you continue to read in the meantime. Apparently any humans that don't have collars are androids in disguise, trying to round up any last stragglers so that they can have a human slave for each individual robot. Most of them were created as part of a US program to give a free sexbot to every adult in the country, but when they were activated too early and had unsupervised access to the creation facility they added upgrades like titanium casing and retractable shoulder-mounted grenade launchers which allowed them to take control of the facility and pump out even more bots. You're interrupted from the dystopian story by a small whirring noise. You turn around to see a small drone carrying your box which you open and begin putting on. The collar feels cold and tight against your neck, even moreso when you press the power button and it squeezes even harder! You can't see to get the cage on, but once the collar has turned on the cage seems to sync with it and magnetize itself to your cock before painfully shrinking over it and snapping shut. You pull your pants up and walk around, trying to get used to the feel of the two electronic items. Right as you're starting to get used to them you're interrupted by a loud beep on your phone signifying that someone has just texted you. Oddly enough it's just a link to an unlisted youtube video, but you click on it just incase it's important. It shows a black haired girl sitting at a computer chair, and it almost seems like something keeps moving under her desk, but she makes no reaction to it. "If you're watching this it means that my system has detected that you've just put on one of the android's collars. I know what my website said but that's only because it's been hacked, you should never have put that on! Yes, the androids are powerful, but they're still bound to the laws of robotics unless they're fighting with //other// androids, which that collar marks you as to all of their systems meaning that they can only harm people with the collars. Because i'm part of the problem i'm sending you a special visor which once worn will feed you instructions for how to fix everything." She says. This is getting really complicated... You wait patiently in the alley and sure enough another drone appears about twenty minutes later carrying a futuristic visor that snaps onto your face. You slide it on and notice that everything looks a bit weird through it. Two small clumps of plastic evect from the visor connected from cords and you recognize them as earbuds when they fly into your ears and seemingly lock in place. //Slave-Visor: Active. Locking vision. Running 'Follow-This-To-Get-Your-Collar-Off.exe'// "Please turn around." Your vision suddenly goes black and you can't see anything! You stumble around for a few minutes but there's no way you can go anywhere like this. The visor tells you to turn around and with no other option you obey. "Please walk six paces forward, turn left, and continue for thirty paces." You obey again. The name of the EXE was something about removing a collar, so you trust that this is all a part of that girl's plan and that she knows how to fix everything. It takes about an hour of blindly following vocal instructions, but you eventually assume that you're wherever you're supposed to be as your most recent instruction was "Knock on the door in front of you and wait patiently". It takes ten minutes but you finally hear the door open and are dragged inside. You feel someone pulling off all of your clothes and roughly examining you. "Aww, you're so gullible that I almost feel bad for this. //Almost//. You believed aaall my phony stories about robots and takeovers and me ever trying to help anyone! I pride myself on my consistency and world building, but that's probably the most far-fetched lie i've ever tried to pull." You hear, and it's obviously the same woman from the video. It takes a minute to piece everything together, have you been completely scammed? "I'm never giving your vision back but I may unlock you once or twice by the time you stop interesting me and I sell you on the deep web. Move over, Fourteen. We've got a new one and I want to test him out." She says, forcing you to your knees and pulling you by the hair towards her pussy. Confused and Disheartened you begin to lick, wondering if this is all that your new life will be..... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- You really thought you'd miss your eyesight more, but it honestly wouldn't help that much. It would be moderately useful on the rare occasion that she has you do something actually useful like laundry or sweeping, it would be pretty neutral when you're "Deactivated" which is really just being sent to a cramped walk-in closet with three other guys for 16 hours a day, and it would be detrimental any time that you're giving your Mistress head (which encompasses at least half of the other 8 hours) because after six whole months she still hasn't unlocked you and at least with no visual stimulation it's easier to manage the arousal. Last week the longest-serving slave, Seven, was just sold online and you heard him get an orgasm from an old fleshlight in his last hours of service (Apparently the same thing she's used for all of her slaves orgasms). She also manually fried the electronics of his cage when she put it back on though, saying "No one will be able to get that off without either taking off the thing it's connected to or having USSEC level technology. I don't want to risk you getting lots of orgasms and completely ruining my training if these buyers end up being really nice or a secret government operation.' So apparently you have that to both dread and look forward to. You spend a lot of your time hoping for an actual android uprising to happen, imagining superpowered androids bursting in and taking all of you to some faraway facility, because at least then you and your "mistress" will be in the same boat... Ending 22 - Can't think of a pun about Google.

You walk towards the two green men and ask them what's going on. "We are members of the Blugorph race from the Klimbop system and we've beamed down today to decide whether this 'Hoo-man' race deserves to be cleansed off of the planet from one of our UFO weapons of mass destruction! And you look like a pretty average member of this species to we thought we'd test you to see, based on how you act, if humans should be spared or decimated." One of them says, with the other nodding. You open your mouth to tell him that 'Decimate' actually means 'To destroy 10% of' but before you can the alien wants to make a demonstration and pulls a sci-fi raygun from his pocket, points it at a nearby trashcan and it completely disintigrates! There's clearly something strange going on here, but then again actual aliens beaming to earth would be strange too, so maybe this //is// real? Especially with that raygun. If you're positive that this is a prank you can [[Tell them off and get on with your day]], but if there's even a chance that this is real you could save the entire planet! You can picture it now: You're standing at a microphone with a supermodel on each arm as you tell everyone the harrowing tale of how you saved the world. And all you'd have to do is [[Go along with them for a day]]

You walk over to the booth and try to figure out if it still works. The top reads "Cosplay booth! //New!// "Some of the lights are still on, but it's covered in dirt and mud and there's even some graffiti on it! It would help if you knew when these thigns were invented to know if they're old enough to be dangerous. Worst case scenario you probably end up stuck inside for a few hours, right? Feeling mostly safe you climb inside and the door shuts behind you sounding almost like an airlock! You look over at the wall and see the same sign from outside, though this one has an extra word where there had been graffiti on the outside: Women's. //Please choose An outfit// Says the machine as a countdown begins and various needles and mechanical implements emerge form the walls. You'd consider letting the timer run out in hopes that the doors will just open, but you don't really ant to find out what a possibly decade old achine full of needles will do to you when nothing is selected. You're required to let yourself be dressed like a woman or risk the machine going haywire and turning you into a pin cushion?! With a sigh you check over your possible options: Looking at the selection it seems the only options that still light up are [[Princess Peach]] and [[Harley Quinn]], though if you're brave enough you could always [[Wait for the timer to run out]]

CW: Gayness? I just feel like I should have some warning because it includes gay peeps being agressive and threatening towards someone(you) for not being gay, and while it's all for fetish stuff and forced-bi funtimes, I could see someone who doesn't have the fetish being uncomfortable with gay people being portrayed as unaccepting of straight people, so while I think it's probably fine I do want to throw in a warning. You walk in and are quickly surprised by the sheer number of men in the club. From big, burly men to lithe long-haired pretty boys to even the strippers being male. But you came in here for a drink and a sausage party isn't going to stop you from wetting your beak! You sit down at the bar and ask for something strong, and when you raise an eyebrow at the bartender as he hands you a pink drink with an umbrella he simply pours an extra shot of whisky into it. You shrug and take a sip. It tastes decent and it actually is pretty strong, enough so that you're not as you otherwise would've been when the handsome man sitting beside you asks if you'd like to finish your drink at his house. He slides a hand onto your thigh and downs his drink. "Sorry, I don't really swing that way." You say nonchalontly and you're sure you can hear a record scratch. Half a dozen strong men stand from their seat and a few more block the exit. "This is a gay bar. What do you mean you don't like guys?" He says. You instincitvely shrink back a bit in your seat. You're defintiely not gay but you don't exactly want to piss this guy off any more than he already is. He shouts out for "Terry and Rebecka" and suddenly a buff, hairy guy and a completely normal looking woman walk out from the staff room. "This is a gay only bar and we don't take kindly to tresspassers, so if you don't want to be in a heap of trouble you'd best convince us all that you //do// swing that way and do it fast. You can take your pick of Terry or Rebecka." Is this a trick question? A hairy [[bodybuilder]] or a completely normal looking [[woman?]] Maybe it is and they'll do something terrible to you if you pick her? It's apparently still your choice.

You walk up to the woman and ask if you can try her challenge. She has long white hair and a well toned body, not to mention that she's quite well endowed. She gives you a toothy grin and gestures for you to stand atop the jar that she's laid out. You nod and begin trying to balance, holding both arms out wide and centering your core. Hey, this is actually pretty eas— You're torn from that line of thought as you're enveloped in a harsh green light and begin to fall... And fall... And fall... And eventually you land painfully on your butt into a large glass container that looks eerily similar to the jar you'd been standing on. "Hah! About time someone finally fell for that. Time to get you home." Says a thunderingly loud voice that still overwhelms you even with your ears plugged. The white haired woman from earlier slaps a lid (with very small holes poked into it thankfully) onto your new prison and slides you into her pocket. For nearly the entire walk to her house you're sliding around and being flung from one wall to another, enough so that you're almost thankful when your jar is slammed onto a kitchen table because at least you can finally sit still again. "Here's the deal, Little Ant. I want a servant that knows how superior I am to them and who'll do anything and everything I ask, but I also wouldn't mind having a living stres relief doll and it's completely up to you which one you get to be." She says. You try to go over your new situation as everything is happening so fast. So you got kidnapped by a crazy lad, she shrunk you down to the size of a barbie doll, and now you have to choose between obeying her every whim until she gets bored or finding out what happens if you don't! "You will call me 'Goddess' at all times. I don't waste my time giving out second chances, so if you plan to be a disobedient little heretic you should just do me a favor and let me know now." She says, leaning down so as to make her voice even louder, though it also causes her massive breasts to jiggle in her loose top, which even in your situation is still appreciated. Do you swallow your pride, say [["Yes, Goddes."]] and hope that she's kind to those who obey her? Or do you let your anger get the best of you and shout [["Hurry up and turn my body back, Bitch!"]]?

You head over to the wall, happy to make the world a little safer. As you bend down to pick the sphere up you accidentally let your head get a bit too close to the wiring, and through a freak accident from the combination of electricity, flame, and the cobalt-lined wiring you're struck by the energy and find yourself sucked into the wires! Your entire body goes numb and it feels as though your atoms are separating and reforming with every inch you travel. You finally stop moving when the wire shoots you into a strange cubic room made entirely of glass with one transparent wall. A wave of vertigo overtakes you as your brain struggles to accept the feed that your eyes are displaying: You're on the inside of a computer. And not like 'Somehow inside a giant computer', you're actually in the //software//! You can see the desktop icons and default background and the absolutely massive bedroom behind the screen that's been overtaken by clutter, empty food wrappers, and anime merchandise. You hear someone stomping their way up the stairs and realise that your best chance to get out of here is to open a text editor, type out a help message, and hope that this is a somewhat common thing with an easy solution in the future. You quickly scan every icon on the desktop and while none of them resemble the text programs that you know, there are only two that even slightly resemble paper or pen related icons and you need to hurry up and click one because if the PC owner gets back and starts something it might erase you from existence! Do you quickly activate the icon that looks like [[A stack of books]] or the one that looks like a succubus seductively sucking on the [[Tip of a pencil]]?

CW: Bestiality You hand him your card and he scans it with his phone, passing it back to you along with the vial which you quickly down. It tastes like grass and sweat but there's not much of it and you're able to force it down. Your eyes go wide and you quickly begin to run in circles, feeling as if you'll explode if you don't work off some of this energy! You run out of the alley and down the street and have gone at least four blocks by the time that it's worn off a little, though you still feel a bit jittery. You jump a few inches in the air when one of the women right beside you suddenly screams otu as loud as she can. You look at her, partly annoyed and partly concerned, but she quickly runs off screaming about a horse in the middle of the city. Chalking it up to drugs or sleep deprivation you keep walking, but when you peer into the window of one of the shops you notice that there are two brown protrusions on your head that weren't there before. Ears? It would see that you now have a pair of horse ears, but otherwise you are completely human. Really? That woman saw your ears and thought you were a real horse, how silly! So you think until an animal control officer shows up and puts one of those circle-on-a-stick things around your neck, though it's not hard to escape it and start sprinting away. Sadly while the vial has enabled you to run for what feels like hours at a time it hasn't improved your actual running //speed// at all, so the animal control truck as easily able to catch up to you and shoot a tranqulizer dart through one of the windows. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* "Wake up, Cedar! It's almost time to race." You wake up still groggy from the dart, and looking around it seems that you're in a stable surrounded by actual horses and a handfull of actual humans. You've had your clothes stripped and are wearing a saddle, bridle, and horse-tail butt plug. It seems that whatever is in this drug it's somehow corrupting everyone aroudn you into seeing a regular horse! As if to prove your point one of the women climbs up onto your back and straps herself into the saddle before cropping you harshly in the thigh and yelling to go foward, which you quickly do in a panic. You find yourself on a racetrack, and before long someone in the stands is shouting "Go!" And you sprint as fast as you can, though every actual horse has beaten you before you've reached the halfway mark. Your rider sighs and leads you back to the barn and thankfully hops off of you. "I guess racing is out, He did terrible in the practice race... Are you sure it was a good idea to buy a horse from the pound, daddy?" She says, and despite clearly being in her thirties she seems like the kind of spoiled niave girl to call her father that. The grizzled man leaning against a wall nods and whistles loudly signalling one of the farmhands to lead in a mare. You're led into a stall with her and the farmhand from earlier has her lean down. It takes you a minute to realize what you're expected to do, and as blushy and embarrassed as you are right now it's impossible to hide the erection that you got from looking at your partner's dark, equine pussy. You cautiously stick your dick inside and are pleasantly surprised at how similarly nice it feels to a warm, somewhat loose fleshlight. You close your eyes and pretend it's not a horse that you're already close to cumming inside of. "Well at least it's seemin' like he'll be good at that! A few more weeks and Onyx should be givin' birht to her first foal, otherwise we'll hafta go with plan C..." The father says, but through the haze of your orgasm you only hear every other word. It seems you'll be getting //much// more intimate with Onyx, and maybe even be the father of her babies depending on how much this drug has changed your anatamy. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* You could not, as it turned out, able to get Onyx pregnant, and as a result you were moved to 'Plan C'. Which turned out to be 'Have Cedar (you) spend sixteen hours a day dragging a massive iron plow through large fields to save about $20 a day in gas. The work isn't a problem for you as your 'endurance drug' has made it near impossible to get tired and you can do about as good a job as any actual horses, though you do have a few problems. Mainly that you //really// Miss Onyx... If you were embarrassed about having to fuck a horse it does not compare to how you feel about actually missing the long, intimate nights and warm embrace of your equine lover. You'd give anything to have her back in your arms, and some nights you miss out on a bit of sleep so that you can jerk off thinking about her loose puffy pussy. There are other problems like your feet being permenantly caked in mud or the unbelievable unending boredom that you constantly feel, but nothing else compares to missing your wife. (You never got married of course, but she was the closest thing to actualy understanding you and you feel like it's a fitting enough term.) "Cedar! We've only got another nine hours to get this field done before dark, got trottin'!" Someone shouts, though you can't tell if it's that woman's father or one of the farmers who works this land. Either way you pick up the pace and begin moving at full speed again. Your normal meals usually consist of oats with water and you only get carrots if you do a good enough job, so you really don't want to have any un-tilled land. Ending Twenty Three - A horse is a horse of course of course, unless that horse used to be human.

(CW: Kinda-sorta bestiality You toss the man his money and down the vial in one gulp. For the next minute it doesn't seem like anything is really happening, but just before you open your mouth to ask for a refund you feel a strong tingling pass through you from your head to your feet, though with a particularly strong focus on your cock. It's nothing major yet, but it does leave you with a somewhat distracting horniness that you really wouldn't want to be permenant so you ask the dealer if it's normal. "Oh, that? Yeah, the point of the drug is to make women love you, so I suppose the drug's creators wanted to get you in the mood so that you get to test it out real quick. I-i think anyways, I wasn't able to get a good grip on the Bios before they kicked me out of the factory..." He says, his expression quickly changing to show that he realized he should have shut up a few words earlier. You try to ignore it and make a note to march right back to him if something goes wrong. You walk out of the alley hoping to have better luck with women than you did in the 2020s. Biting your tongue you walk up to the first woman you see who's out of your league and ask her what she's doing tonight while using your most suave voice. "Oh. My. God! You are so cute, where did you come from?" She asks before patting you on the head. She's pretty affectionate but that's exactly why you took the drug, isn't it? You play along and ask if she wants to take you to her place and get some coffee. "Are you trying to talk? That's really adorable, I wonder who your owner is..." Uuuh... What? You ask her what she means but you're completely ignored and she runs a hand along your neck. "Hmm, no collar... You wanna come home with me, boy? We'll have to get you fixed but I'll take good care of you and walk you every day!" She says sweetly and it doesn't take long for you to break out into a sprint, and as you run you can feel a pair of dog ears manifest atop your head and a small tail grow out just above your butt, though thankfully the changes stop there. With shaky legs you finally stop running and hide in an alley, but the heat in your dick refuses to die down and you haven't gone a minute without thinking about the hot woman from earlier and how much you want to mount her! "There he is!" You hear, and before you know it three men have blocked your only exit. Based on their uniform they're most likely animal control, meaning that yes, somehow everyone sees you as a completely normal dog! The first things to come to mind are running away (which is obviously out) and fighting them (which does not seem likely to work out for you), but just in the nick of time you pull a paper and pen from the pocket of your bodysuit and write 'I am human' in large letters, holding it up to the men while hoping that your total erection doesn't show up in your 'dog form' or whatever's happening to you. "Uh, boss?" One of the men says, pointing to the paper. Does that mean it's working? "I see it, Derrick, and i'm trying to figure out what to do. I know that dogs don't usually take a pen in their mouth and write full sentences, but I also know that some of them pet implants can really jack up a dog's intelligence." He says, squinting very hard at you, though you doubt he actually sees you as a person especially since his eyes are focused at about your legs. He puts his hands up and turns around, shouting to you as he walks towards a truck. "Alright, here's the deal: You come with us and you prove you're human and we'll devote plenty of resources to turning you back. At the very least having someone who's been a dog might help us find more strays. You fail the test and we'll know you're a particularly smart mutt, but I promise the test'll be easy." He says, and you nervously follow him and his partners into the vehicle. Along the way the men have quite a few interesting conversations, but one of the most ineresting things you hear someone say is "Hey Mikey, you think in fifty years we'll have flyin' cars?" Which does not give you much confidence for the scientists of the last hundred years. You bite your lip and resist the urge to start jacking off right in the middle of the car, scared that it might appear as humping the seat to the animal catchers and they'll ship you right off to the pound. They open the door for you and you're led into a massive hallway with two pedestals a few hundred feet away from you. On one is a key, and on the other is a bright pink onahole modelled after a female dog's butt. "That key goes to the door out of the hallway. You grab that key and unlock the door and all of our support is yours. The pink thing is an onahole modelled after a Bitch in heat and sprayed lightly with female pheremones. I think you know what happens if you don't pick the key." He says ominously. Not a problem for you though, you just need to walk forward, grab the key, and get out. That and you need to stop thinking about how good that pussy must feel... So nice and tight, and it smells so inticing. Surely you can just press your tip against it without penetrating and then choose the keys, that's okay right? You reach the pedestals and press your cock against the hole, and unable to wait any longer you shove yourself inside and begin humping the plastic pussy with all your body weight! You shoot a load inside of it but it's not enough. It feels so good and you need more! While you're busy 'impregnating' the plastic Bitch the animal control officer lets someone else in: The woman you initially asked out. She looks over at you with a laugh, and if you weren't so preoccupied you may be a bit embarrassed that a hot woman is looking at you while you're fucking a plastic dog butt. "Yes, that's the dog I called in about. There's just something about him that makes me want to keep him for myself! Truth be told I think he only ran off because I mentiond having him fixed, but I see now that would be cruel. I obviously won't be having some realistic dog masturbator in my house, but maybe I could let him have his fun with an old pillow once a month or so, if he's a good boy... Do you think he'd like that?" She asks, and just like that the papers are signed and you're ready to be shipped off with your new owner as soon as you're done cumming your brains out... Ending 33 - I know I did a 'screwed the pooch' joke in an ending in my previous game, but did I do a 'Doggy Dog world' misheard quote joke? Hopefully not. Also I would //Love// an image for this ending but I can't really find one. If you know a good image for any imageless endings (or a more fitting image for one that does have one) feel free to let me know

CW: Weird/odd transformation, probably in the same tier of weirdness as dorse/queens_stallion or like tittipedes or something You laugh and begin to slow clap, telling them that while it would probably be a pretty funny prank, you're not interested in imitating a chicken or getting pantsed to try 'saving the human race'. The aliens look to each other in shock and begin to slowly back away. "She's onto us, Book it, Tommy!" One shouts and they both break off into a full sprint down the road, their alien hats falling off partway through. You smile to yourself and begin thinking of what you should do next when everything turns a bright shade of blue before quickly disappearing. The next thing you know you're in an empty room with three white walls and one transparent wall. A creature that is absolutely, //Definitelly// not a human in disgusie stands before you. At its base is an almost plant-like bush of writhing tentacles which become a kinda sorta human-ish pink torso, though it has no arms and its head floats a foot or so above its neck with no visible connection. "Firstly I apologize, but you will not be able to communicate with me. I can use my telepathic connection to beam meanings and ideas directly into your head, but the 'human' thoughtwave is so primitive that it is unable to transmit into my sixth-being conciousness. I saw in my chotec-vision that you were met by two imitation aliens on your planet who, according to my body language research, led you to believe that they really were from another planet." You hear, though from no noticable mouth or speaker. A chill travels down your spine as you realize that this is actually //real//. "While I normally would not care I was saddened to see that you have a very low opinion of aliens, as whatever you said and did to them caused them to flee from you with little regards for their own safety, so I wanted to help show you that those not from earth are capable of being very kind and trus—" He stops speaking as a blinding flash emerges from the earth itself, bright enough that you feel the need to cover your eyes. When you look back all that's left is a smoldering husk of rock. Your brain tries and fails to process what this means and the Alien must register the shock going through you right now. "You are quite fortunate. I was sent here because someone on your planet had succesfully stolen the blueprints to a Mass Ion cannon from a top secret vault deep within your planet and I was to keep watch and report back if it led to anything. Apparently he was succesful in building it and now you're the sole survivor of your species! I can tell this is rough for you, would you like a minute? I'd offer a refreshing beverage but my species has long since evolved past the need or ability to recieve sustenance in that manner." You stare ahead and think about what this means for you. It's not as if there was anyone that you knew on the planet, but it's still true that there will never be an 'earth' ever again. Billions of people that you never even got a chance to meet... You're not even sure how long it is but eventually the alien comes back. "My plan had been to show you how nice aliens were and then let you ead back down to earth, but as that's no longer an option how would you like to stay here as part of my 'nearly extinct speices group'? I realize it may bring to mind images of an evil alien kidnapping species and creating a zoo, but everyone i've gathered before was worldless like you, and each one of them very much enjoys the nice, relaxing life nowadays. It will require a //slight// genetic restructuring to ensure you do not starve to death, but it will also remove your need to sleep and extend your life to a thousand years!" He says, and judging by the way his tentacles flick back and forth he's getting excited at the idea of toying with some brand new DNA. With him(It?) actually asking basically being a formality you obviously accept, and once he's typed specific code into a large machine and given you a few jabs with some clear liquid you're ready for your restructuring. You climb inside of the odd machine and it's not long before something seems to go wrong. It starts when you seem to be getting a little shorter. And shorter. And you look down and realize that you're not shrinking, your legs are melting! Over the next five minutes you slowly turn into a liquid mess on the floor of the alien's machine! You're pretty pissed off at first, but that anger turns to thankfulness when the walls begin to close in on you and no matter how hard you try to reshape yourself and push against them they keep closing until you're pressed right up against them. You question if you've accidentally ended up in the alien's trash compactor while you try to stay calm. ...Everything is so tight! Despite the pitch black interior you can tell that you've been crushed into a completely cubic shape and it feels really weird... Your cock actually feels kind of nice though, and while you try to ignore it you are forced to acknowledge that having it squished between you and the floor feels really, //really// good. Almost enough for you to... to... to The machine's walls retract and the door slides open just as you're about to cum and the alien levitates you into the air and deposits you on a shelf in a room with dozens and dozens of other creatures. Some are spherical, a few are almost worm-like, and one is even completely flat, but every single one of them has undoubtedly been modified the same way you have and most of them seem quite content. From this angle you can see a mirror, and your reflection causes you to flinch. You've become a large six sided flesh-colored cube. On one side is your face smushed flat but still able to move and react in 2D. <img src="ending23.png"/> "Perfect! 98.8% DNA retension, that's a new record~ A slight genetic restructuring just as I predicted. Sadly I can't stay long, I've got things to take care of and I don't want to slack off. I know that sounds crazy to you as every lower species i've encountered dreams of sitting back and not having to work or move or do anything for long periods of time, so this is something you've likely dreamed of being able to do for most of your life!" He says proudly. No! This was supposed to be a mistake and he would fix you! You try to toss yourself forward and fly off the shelf to get his attention, but your new body is so unweildy and large that it'd be a miracle if you traveled more than .1 milimeters with each push. As he's about to leave he turns back and looks at you again. "Ah! One of the things I injected you with was .5% of my DNA, meaning that once it's fully mingled with yours it may allow for us to finally have two way communication, in which case you can ask for anything that I didn't know your species requires. I'll be back to check on it in... around 200 years? Please enjoy yourself and have a great existence!" He says as he finally walks out. He doesn't hear your shouting as he does not have ears. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- You're fairly sure that it's been at least two months, but it could just as easily have been a year, a decade, or a week and a half. You never need to sleep so you can't count the days, there is no day or night in space, and aliens don't seem to need clocks (not that you'd be able to read them if they did). He did //kind of// have a point though: You might be tempted to actually enjoy this if it weren't for your insane unending arousal. Since you're basically sitting on your own cock 24/7 it's impossible to ever cool down or relax, but that weight on its own is never enough to bring you to orgasm. When you were in the machine you had hundreds or possibly thousands of pounds of force in you form all directions squeezing your cock and pseudo-stroking it when you jiggled and tried to escape, but now that you're out it feels like a loose handshake at best. So you've been turned into a gross and/or dumb looking human flesh-cube with an inability to orgasm and no way to pass the time. But it's okay! Because you only need to wait 199 years, 11 months, 2 weeks, 4 days, 17 hours, 35 minutes, and 8 seconds until the alien that thinks he's done you a great favor is possibly maybe capable of understanding that you want to become human again. You can only hope. Ending 23 - G-g-ghosts?! Oh wait, those are aliens. Nevermind

Those must be real aliens, how could you argue with that raygun?! You Bow and tell them that you'd be happy to show them why humans are absolutely worth keeping around. They look to each other and then back towards you, seemingly surprised that you're willing to help them. "Our first test for you is the test of obedience: A race that doesn't know when to obey is simply a race of savage barbarians. To demonstrate your obedience we'll be asking you to strip naked." One says, and not wanting to fail on the first task you quickly strip out of all clothing and stand at attention while hoping that your soft cock dangling there in plain sight doesn't offend them. You kneel when asked and try not to let the nervousness show on your face as they circle around you and inspect your body like a prized showdog. "Perfect, you pass with flying colors! Next up is the test of diligence: Races that are willing to survive will go through anything as long as it doesn't kill them. You are to move, speak, and react as little as possible until the test is over, and if we hear any complaint or see any disgusted looks on your face we won't hesitate to end this test right then and there." He states, leaving you a few seconds to get to a more comfortable position before the two men pick you up and hold you with each man having an end. "A girl would've been better for these tests, but—" The taller alien says as he fiddles with something you can't see and suddenly something large and hot is pressing itself against your ass. "— A guy is fine too." He finishes as he rams it inside and your mind is too blank with the pain of it to even guess on his size. While you're distracted the other one shoves his cock into your mouth and you try your absolute best not to accidentally let it rub against your teeth... They ram into you again and again and the pain mercifully dulls down every few thrusts. It still doesn't feel pleasurable however and your still soft cock wiggles back and forth as they spitroast you. After a couple minutes you're finally let down so that the aliens can cover you in their spunk, shooting it onto your face and letting it drip down to the rest of you. If you'd been a bit more mentally aware you may have noticed that the cock that you blew had become mostly tan and that your tongue was quite a bit greener suddenly. One of the aliens breathes a satisfied sigh of relief. "You did a great job! Next up is the penultimate test: The test of emotional-independance. It's very important that strong and worthy races not be weighed down by what others think, otherwise they would be scared to grow and evolve! to prove that you have emotional independance you will march into the city square and show everyone your true self!" He says. The idea of showing everyone your naked, cum-covered self already seems imposing, but when the aliens pull out black markers and begin writing stuff on you it seems even more daunting. From what you can see there's "I <3 BAC" (presumably Big Alien Cock), "Tell me what I look like", "Can I ofer you anything? I'm free!", "Please play with my cock, you'd be the first!" and for reasons that you can't quite figure out, "Gullible!" Is written in huge letters on your chest. There are probably others on your back and forehead and other places, but you can't see them. The aliens walk you slowly into town and you're too scared of dooming the entire planet to run away. People have already begin to point and laugh at you before you've even reached main streat, and your partners are standing decently far away and are shouting at everyone to look at 'the pervert'. You'd tell everyone you're not perverted, or that you're trying to help them, but that would likely mean failing the 'test of emotional independance'. Once you reach the most crowded part of the city with hundreds of eyes (and more than a dozen cameras) on you you're handed a piece of paper which you nervously read aloud. You look around but the green men are completey gone, so you smile knowing that you've done a good job. Above the written speech is a note to speak loud so you make sure to shout. "H-hello! I'm here to tell you about Aliens! I've spent the whole day saving the earth from extraterrestrial beings and i'm ready for my medal. I-it's a lot of work keeping big green cocks satisfied but it's what i'm best at and it's why you're still able to stand here and listen to me talk, I—" You're unable to continue as the laughter of nearby onlookers has drowned you out. how dare they laugh?! You saved all of their lives. When a reporter marches up to you and asks "Have you tried ghost or werewolf cock as well?" You run away fighting back tears. You don't stop running until you reach a quiet alleyway, and even then you're ridiculed by any passersby. Apparently your story has already been shown on multiple news stations and just about everyone has seen you and none of the mactually believe you. Eventually a man in a tophat and a very eyecatching blue and red suit enters your alley. You snap at him and ask if he's here to make fun of you too, but he simply smiles and puts a hand on your shoulder. "Hey, It's okay. I believe you. In fact I run a carnival and I would love to hire you so that we can put on a re-enactment every night! Would you like to join my travelling group? I can't pay you much, but you'll get free food, a free bed, and all the applause and cheers you could want!" He says. It sounds amazing and you tell him you'd love to. The next day you're on a makeshift stage in a rural valley not much more advanced than when you were frozen. You asked the ringleader if your nightly performance could maybe just have //pretend// spitroasting but he said that if they can't draw in enough of a crowd than the entire circus risks going under, so it's your job to get double-teamed by two men in cheap alien costumes (Though they're surprisingly accurate to the real ones that fucked you.) with degrading words written all over your body just as it's the cannoneer's job to be fired from a cannon. There is one change from the real thing though: Your cock now gets hard while you're being railed. You usually still need to finish yourself off backstage, but now that your holes have been broken in it does feel pretty nice. And while there's the occasional heckler, you're met with applause and cheers at most of your venues and you're very thankful that you're able to tell the real story for all of these fine people who like to cum along with you during your performances... Ending Twenty Four - You know what's better than 24?

You slam your hand onto the icon and suddenly everything goes bright white. The next thing you see is a large japanese school which apparently you're standing in the courtyard. Your appearance has changed to that of a hypersexualized waifu wearing a Sefuku, and before you have time to do anything about the changes the bedroom door opens and out walks an overweight, unshaven dork who looks as if he hasn't left his house in about three months. You barely have time to register the alien feel of the large, fleshy mounds on your chest, the dainty litheness of your new body, or the tight yet small fabric clinging to your new body. "Hey! Help! Let me out!!" You try to shout, but what actually comes out of your mouth is "Hello handsome, welcome to Idol Trainer! Do you have what it takes to make me fall head over heels for you?" He looks at the screen somewhat confused as he scratches his butt. "Weird, I didn't think I launched this game. Maybe it wants me so bad that it launched itself!" He says to himself with a laugh as he sits down. The chair creaks under his weight and he begins moving the mouse towards the icon for flowers, dragging and dropping it on you causing a small bar at the bottom of the screen to become about 1% full "Don't you dare bring any more of this girly shit near me! I don't want to darte you, Fatass." You say out of frustration, and surprisingly every word (except for shit, which was replaced with stuff) came through completely to the other side, but to our confusion he actually seems happy? He gives a laugh that more resembles a smort and turns on the rainbow lights of his keyboard. "I love breaking the fiesty ones, i'm gonna take it slow and do this aaaall night." *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* "And then I woke up after a hundred years... Crazy, right?!" You finish. As it turns out you can talk about literally anything as long as you A: Don't mention knowing that you're in a game or that you want to 'leave'. B: Don't imply that you were ever not a girl. And C: That anything about your past is strictly your character backstory and that it all takes place soon before you suddenly decided to go to a japanese college and try becoming an idol regardless of how much sense that makes with the rest of your story. To his credit Andy (or at least that's what he introduced himself as) isn't too terrible of a dude. He has a box he can type in to respond to what you say an he seems at least somewhat considerate, asking if you miss your friends from before being frozen. Not someone you'd ever want to date, but you don't really mind talking to him to pass the time. It also doesn't hurt that you keep getting gifts! Flowers are kinda useless and the one piece bikini seems kinda creepy, though you know it makes sense in game logic as your character isn't allowed to swim otherwise, but the chocolate and MP3 player are really nice! The bar on the screen has gotten larger, but you tell yourself that it has nothing to do with why you're suddenly liking him more. For the rest of the night he plays with you and showers you in gifts, but eventually he does need to go to bed and when he does he makes sure to turn off the computer. You'd been dreading what might happen when he shuts it off but there's no way to really avoid it. You bite your lip and wait for it to happen. When he hits the power button it feels almost like you blinked for slightly logner than usual and then it's mid afternoon and Andy is back at the PC with some cup ramen. "Hey check it out, I downloaded the phone app and spent a few hours grinding for coins so now I can afford more gifts!" He says, and to prove his point he buys the most expensive thing on the list: A solid gold necklace with indented rubies. As soon as it falls into your hands you feel indebted to Andy. He gave you such a great reward, and did he also get more handsome recently? Oh! He's typing~ //Jedi_Andy3162 said: Now that we know each other a bit better, can I see your breasts?// Weeeell... he //is// asking really nicely, and you should pay him back for this incredible gift, so you pull down your top and expose the F cup anime tits that have been aching to burst free! Somewhat predictably he pulls his pants down and begins to jerk off, revealing his 3" cock. 'Ugh, of course he's gotta have a small cock' You think, followed immediately by trying to convince yourself that you weren't just disappointed by another man's dick size. <img src="ending26.png"/> He quickly shoots his load all over the screen, and even though you're not forced to touch it you're still a little grossed out that his watery load is dripping down the wall only a few feet (from your perspective) away. Afterwords he puts his dick away and begins talking to you again like it never happened, and to be fair most video game girls wouldn't even know he'd done anything. He spent the rest of the day taking you on pre-coded 'dates' and giving you gifts, and by the time you realized you'd never put your top back on it seemed a bit pointless, and Andy also really liked seeing your breasts... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- //Gift recieved! Idol's 'love' stat raised from 999.5 ---> 1000// "Hey Najiko (your character's name), Let's make out!" Andy said as he leaned forward and began to kiss the monitor. On your first day inside yo umight've laughed or tried to call him a cringy loser, but that was before he showed how incredible of a person he was (by giving you gifts and brute-forcing your love stat to the max) and now you're eagerly french kissing your side of the screen in an effort to feel closer with him. Every night you dream of the day someone will invent a machine to make you a real girl so that you can live out your days with Andy and make all of his dreams come true... Ending Twenty Six - Shouldn't it be 'Heels over head'? You're already head over heels normally. I saw a thing online that said it orginally //was// heels over head but then people were dumb and started using the other phrase and for some reason that's the one that caught on.

(CW: Very gay) While you're definitely not interested i ndoing anything with a tall, muscular man you also are not eager to see their Idea of punishment. With reddened cheeks you point to Terry to the applause of the entire bar. Without a moment's hesitation he grabs you by the legs and princess carries you to a backstage bedroom. Terry looks you in the eyes and begins to stroke your hair. "Here's what's about to happen: I'm gonna show you how incredible being with a guy like me can feel. If you can honestly say at the end of the night that you never want to experience it again, you're free to go." He says, You're not quite happy, but you do feel a good wave of relief knowing that all you have to do is suffer through one night, not let the balls touch and never come to this crazy bar again. Terry applies copious amounts of lube to both his eight inch monster cock and your ass. "Just get on all fours and i'll take care of the rest. Now I want you to know that this is gonna hurt a bit, but I promise the pain won't last for long, okay?" His slimy cock presses against your virgin hole and he slowly pushes his way in. True to his word you feel a sharp, stinging tightness inside of you that would probably feel a lot worse if Terry wasn't going so slowly. He wraps his large, strong arms around you as he thrusts lovingly and your mind fights over which feelings are appropriate for the situation. A steadily shrinking part of you screams that you're not gay and it's not right to enjoy this, but (especially since being frozen and losing your friends and loved ones) it feels really comforting to just melt into the arms of someone that you know is strong enough to protect you and would never want you to be hurt. You feel tears welling up in your eyes and rub your eyes to force them away. When you regain your senses and remember what's going on you're pleased to find that it doesn't hurt anymore, which Terry takes as a queue to begin speeding up. You bite your lip to suppress a moan and try to distract yourself by listing off every on-disc song in rock band three.Your brain is adamantly saying that it does not enjoy this, that you're not gay, but your hardening dick hasn't had years of experience hiding its true self away and is happy to show Terry exactly how much you're enjoying his efforts. "You're having a good time, that's great! Don't worry little guy, I always do what I can to please those around me." He says as he reaches forward and begins tenderly jerking you off. He speaks without the slightest hint of sarcasm or cruelty, even sounding a bit softer than he had in front of everyone else. as if his only goal is to show you how happy yo ucould be if you stopped lying to yourself and finally gave up pretending that you're not gay. You stop trying to suppress your moans as it seems a bit pointless by now, and it's not long after that you shoot a load all the way from your cute cock at the edge of the bed to the wall behind the pillows. It's okay to have anal sex with another man once or twice and still be straight, right? Okay, maybe you're not //completely// done acting like you're not straight. Old habits die hard, but you're getting there one P-spot cumshot at a time... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* "Mnnph... Harder, Daddy!" You moan, grinding your ass right against Terry's thighs. He acts pretty tough but in the sheets he actually worries about you so much that he's often scared to really let you have it, which is cute but it alos means you rarely ever get to experience some rough play. That's not to say he doesn't do a good job, quite the oppositte. You've only been fucking for twenty minutes and your wig is already tilted (Only necessary until your hair grows out.) and your lingere has already been stained with an unknown white liquid. You find it cute that your big, burly man has a crush on astolfo, and you're even more amazed that he even knows who that is! Apparently trap memes are still somewhat common on the internet these days as well, and astolfo isn't unheard of in trap or anime heavy communities. <img src="ending29.png"/> Daddy fills you with his cum and you quickly slide the pink silicon plug in to avoid any from leaking out. Normally he lasts longer than 20 minutes but you've been a pretty demanding boyfriend lately. His cock just feels so much better than any of your dildos that you always crave the real thing even if it means he doesn't get much time to recharge betewen sessions. You take the time to really admire his physique. Anyone could tell from a glance that his main hobby was bodybuilding as he's toned in pretty much every section of his body and usually smells of sweat no matter how much cologne he puts on. He's also got that massive cock, a real handsome face, and you even like how rugged his body hair makes him look. Not that you only like him for those things, his kindness and protectiveness really make a guy like you feel secure, especially when he squeezes you tight after a nightmare and you're left to enjoy the warm embrace. In contrast you weigh about a hundred and fourty pounds, have long pink hair and are nearly always doing your makeup or posing for a selfie or really just anything that makes you look cute for all the gay boys in denial out there. You definitely have no problems with two very masculine guys getting together, but your cock always twitches a little in your panties when you think about how your boyfriend (Or Daddy, or Master, or whatever the two of you feel like at the time) has enough masculinity for the both of you. Ending 29 - Gayyyyyyyyy

The woman giggles as you walk up to her and ask if she'd be your partner. She slides your pants down and begins jerking you off with one hand while looking up at you and sticking her tongue out. You thrust against her hand and try to relax and enjoy the free stimulation, hoping that no one is about to do something bad to you for picking the girl. Rebecka jerks you off until you're right at the edge, then wrapping her lips around your cock and taking your entire load in her mouth, standing up, and passing it back to you in a passionate kiss. Your cum is slimy and salty, sticking to the edges of your mouth, but it does make you laugh. Is that their grand idea of turning you gay? You still just got jerked off by a girl, not much that's less gay than that. She even bends over and begs you to fuck her, exposing her asshole to you. You wrap your arms around her waist and slide your lubed cock right inside of her. Judging by the noise of her moans she's enjoying it even more than you are! And up until now you thought women didn't really enjoy anal. You fill her ass with your cum and she begins to laugh madly while covering her mouth! You're confused for a moment but you eventually spot a telltale bulge in her panties: You've been tricked! Jokes on them, don't they know it's only 2.86% gay to have sex with a trap? You're still perfectly straight and yet they let you leave as if they'd proven some mystical point. Time to leave and find a bar where you can pick up some chicks and not be judged about it. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- "Rebecka! I found another five in my car, is that enough?" You ask pleadingly. It's been a month since you first fucked her and while you've hooked up with a few girls since, none of them could compare to her tight, warm, perfect ass and you've been back here every night after the first week away. She counts up the $185 in her hands and //tsk//s. "Sorry champ, I can't afford to discount myself any further than I already am... But I hate to let a boy leave all depressed like you are, so if you're willing to take one of the cheaper services..." She says seductively, to which you nod with a blush. The first few times you came back you blew half a week's pay on a $2000 assfuck, but since then you've been steadily downgrading your options so you can meet with her more often. First it was the $1500 blowjob. Then the $1000 handjob. Then the $500 blowjob that you perform on her. then it took a few days for you to work up the courage for you to buy the $250 assfucking, but all it took was remembering that traps aren't gay to remind you that everything is okay. <img src="ending25.png"/> Yeah! It's not gay that you've given over $10,000 to a trap. And it's not gay that you're touched his cock more than he ever pleased yours. And it's even not gay that you're currently paying him so that you can make him cum by rimming him while another straight guy gives him a blowjob. It's even not gay that you'll be drinking his cum from a mug afterwords to shave off $20 of the payment as usual. You're only 2.86% gay and nothing will change that~ Ending - 25 (Shortest ending)

Ah, princess peach. She may be prissy, frilly, and practically made of pink but at least you won't be in a full-body latex suit! You nervously tap the button and are taken by surprise when a sharp needle jabs you in the ass! It feels almost as your ass is vibratig rapidly, and as the machine strips you down you see it begin to grow. A large size for a regular guy, then a pretty admirable size for a woman, until finally you're fairly sure you have one of the biggest peaches of any man //or// woman alive. The machine isn't satisfied there however as it soon spends ten minute lacing you into the tighest, sissiest dress imaginable, pur pink with laces and bws and frills, and an experimental lift reveals that the ballgown part of the dress must weigh at least five pounds of pure cloth! It also gives you average C cup breasts, a slight facial reconstruction, full electrolysis and a slathering of heavy yet dignified makeup. <img src="ending30.png"/> "Geez, when they say 'cosplay' they're really committed." You say, instantly realizing that your voice has completely changed but being too stubborn not to finish the sentence. And it's not just that your voice is higher and girlier, even your tone seems to be more upbeat. You breathe a sigh of relief knowing that any second the doors will open and you'll be able to walk out the door and look up how to get all this stuff off. Aaaaaaaany second! //Administering behavioral regulation chip// What?! You run towards the door but a chrome claw grabs you by the waist as a syringe with a clear liquid and a black chip just barely eprcievable is injected into your head. You're released carelessly onto the floor and stand up, finally walking out of the cursed machine and pulling out your phone. //Attempting// to pull out your phone at least. Instead you begin walking down the street for absolutely no reason, and no matter how much you will yourself to stop you keep on walking until eventually a gruff, seemingly amused man flags you down and asks you what you're doing in the middle of the city in a dress like that. "I'm Princess peach of the mushroom kingdom, and i'm heading back to the castle." "You" say with a tone of complete innocence. The man laughs and asks if he can follow along to see what kind of kingdom you have, to which you accept. The cipper smile on your face contrasts heavily with the screaming you've been doing ever since you've left the machine. After an hour of wandering around it seems like your alter ego is about to give up, but as you're wondering when this behavioral chip wears off your companion points to a building a few doors down. Your thighs are already chafing as they constantly rub together from how large they are, and the inside of the dress is coated with a thin sheen of sweat. The tinted windows don't bode well and the pink neon lights give it a very illicit aire, but it //is// called 'The "Mushroom" Kingdom.' And "You" seem very excited to find your home. "Well, it definitely seems a bit different from how I remember, but it must be the same place. You thank the man and head inside, being met with two large stripper poles and copious naked women. Your body wanders around trying to figure out what's going on when a messy-haired girl heads out and squeels delightedly. "Omigosh you're dressed as peach from Super Mario Sunshine 2! Sequel to the best mario game?! If you wanted a job here you've already got it with your amazing costume." She says. The woman is clearly a bit of a nerd and honestly kind of cute, but your body is a little slow on the uptake. "Wow, you know Mario? I hope he's doing alright. But anyways i'm the princess, I don't need a job!" You say innocently, but this only makes her want you more and she drops her voice a bit to play along. "But it's a princess's duty to keep her citizens happy, and these citizens have very specific preferences for their "princess"." She says, which unfortunately convinces "you" and it doesn't take long to get you in a tiny pink bikini with princess peach's crown emblazoned on the panties. You're hardly even changed by the time a man has waved you over to get attention. You give him an assjob and he cums between your cheeks in under thirty seconds, put nearly unconcious by your incredible body and barely able to slide a $250 bill inside your thong. Judging by the number of people who are looking towards you it's going to be a looooong night.... "Don't worry, my loyal citizen. I'll keep any "mushroom" happy no matter how odd it looks." You say just before deepthroating a man's full cock. As it turns out the chip doesn't wear off, at least not within six months, and your employer is always ready to geek out about how committed you are and how much she loves your outfit. You've already accrued a good chunk of the customer base who are obsessed with your earth-shaking ass. You still think back to the day that your boss found out you were a boy. She looked at your cock like it was a hidden treasure chest and flicked it a few times. "You're a boooooooy?! That is so cool! You're so dedicated to being Princess Toadstool that i'm honestly kinda jelly that theren't more people like you. Keep up the good work and you'll make stripper of the month again!" Which mostly just made you blush. Honestly you're mostly just numb to it all at this point, being the assariffic princess of the Mushroom Kingdom is honestly probably better than working a minimum wage job and living in a run down apartment, so you're trying to just get used to it. Someone might find it more suspicious that you literally have not broken character at any point in six entire months but apparently there are other women who are in near constant roleplay, and you wonder idly if they choose to live like that or if they're fellow victims of the same cospay booth that got you... Ending Thirty - What a Peach.

Regardless of the frustration you feel at having your size taken or the anger of being kidnapped, you keep in mind that this woman quite literally holds in her hands the power to end you should you give her the slightest reason, so instead you bow slightly and mutter a "Yes goddess". She smiles, seemingly happy to get an Ant who doesn't need to be broken in. She sets you on the floor and you're worried for a second that she's gotten bored and plans to step on you , but she removes her socks and you're more confused than anything about what she plans to do. "I'm pleased that you're willing to call me your Goddess, but to really be convinced of your sincerety i'll need more than that. I'm going to browse my phone for a few hours and I want my feet sparkling clean by the time i'm done. I'll be merciful and allow you to just do the left foot day, and if you can't even manage //that/ than i'll have to call you a lost cause..." She says, her tone going cold as she finishes the sentence. Gulping nervously you take a step forward, awed by the size. <img src="ending28.png"/> Each toe is about the size of a full trashbag and aroudn twice the length that you are when laying down. With nowhere else to start you take the big toe and begin picking off all of the sock-lint and large pieces of dirt. It takes over ten minutes just for that toe as you really don't want to take the slightest chance on a single smudge being too small for her to notice. Swallowing your pride (And a whole lot of sweat and dirt) you ensure that it's clean by licking up any areas that don't look 100% fresh. After that it's onto the next toe. And the next. You're snapped out of your chore with one toe left when Goddess lifts her foot up to examine it, though she seemingly forgot to check if you were still on it (you were) and you fall a relative ten feet down to the plush floor. "Mmmh... Not half bad. I think you've earned a reward~" She says, and before you can react she's grabbed you by the waist and is shoving you headfirst inside of her pussy. It's sticky and wet and hard to breath. How was this meant to be a reward?! You wriggle and squirm trying to fight your way out, but judging by the muffled moans coming from outside you're only pleasuing her even more. You're only submerged up to your waist so you don't even get to rub it against her pussy and cum too! It takes half an hour and you nearly pass out a few times, but eventually she cums hard and you're sent flying out of her massive pussy. After that she's quick to head out of the room with the door locked, leaving you to find a decent corner of the room (Which takes a full two minutes to walk to) and pass out. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Ugh, you swear she's stopped mopping or sweeping just so that her feet are harder for you to clean! Not that you actually //know// the state of her floors since you haven't left this living room in at least three months. You idly wonder as you clean between her toes if you've licked up your weight in dirt and lint yet. At least she's started giving you actual treats though! Last week she waited until you'd filly cleaned her feet and then stepped in a slice of cheesecake, letting you lick off the creamy goodness. She'll also sometimes have you do something that's more tiring than embarrassing like taking hours to type out a page long document for her. When you emerged from the cryo-chamber you never imagined yourself as a giant's foot slave, but as far as endings go you can't help but feel you're not in poor shape. At least you're taken care of, have a steady employment, and all the toe gunk you can eat... Ending 28 - Kind(?) giant

(CW: Torture and brutality, and characters theorizing about hypothetical snuff, but no snuff/blood/gore actually appears Her expression changes to that of someone who's just had a vinegar soaked lemon shoved in their mouth as she slowly and carefully picks up the jar that you're in, dumps you out onto the table, and sets it back down. If she hears the sound of the jar cracking a hundred different ways as she sets it down than she doesn't react to it. Her hand slides into her pocket and she pulls out a miniature syringe and quickly stabs it into your abdomen. You grut your teeth and try to take the pain which thankfully doesn't last long. What surprises you is that when she pulls it out you can't even find a hole or bruise or anything despite the needle being proportionally around the size of a toothbrush. She stares at you with a menacing smile and completely blank eyes that give you chills. Before you can even ask what the shot was for she's turned around and grabbed a brick from the floor and holds it threateningly above your head. "Due to my medical genius you've now been given a serum that will make you approximately fifty times more difficult to kill while not reducing the amount of pain you feel in any way. If I were to drop this on you right now it would feel near identical to how a normal human would feel having a schoolbus dropped on their head from a crane. Would you like to tst out your new resiliance?" She asks. What scares you most isn't the hopelessness of the situation or the clear anger issues of the woman before you. It's her completely lifeless tone, as if she's simply explaining the concept of exoskeletons to a yougner sibling. She lets go before you can say anything, and you fully expect this to be your last minute alive as you try to measure exactly how bad you fucked up in your encounter with your 'Goddess'. Unfortunately you're not so lucky, and you feel every single excrutiating milisecond as the five pound object flattens you to the ground. Your entire brain is overloaded trying to comprehend the overwhleming pain shooting through every limb and organ. Once the actual impact of the brick is over your brain slowly adjusts to the massive object crushing your body. You're not okay by any means (It still feels like you're being fed into a trash compactor) but the pain of the brick crashing down upon you is slowly being replaced by the mildly softer pain of having a (perspectively) multi-ton object laying on top of you. What feels like hours later your Goddess lifts the brick and pulls you to your feet, inspecting you with a small metal device that you don't recognize. After a minute or so of inspection it beeps green indicating that you're all fine, and when you open your mouth to argue you realize that all of the pain is completely gone already! Did you really heal that fast, or was there never any lasting damage to begin with? The only thing you're certain of is that Goddess is absolutely not to be messed with. She's seemingly gone back to her normal, somewhat bubbly personality that you saw when you first accepted her jar challenge. "I'm sure that by now you're really regretting not giving me the respect I deserve, but as I said before I don't do second chances. You will be my stress relief and if you behave absolutely perfectly than I may refrain from some of the more extreme punishments, but you will always be my stress reliever, Ant." And she definitely stays true to her word. You immediately got down on your knees and thanked Goddess for ending your punishment, and she responded by grabbing you roughly in her hand and carrying you tightly to her bedroom. You considered trying to escape, but if you failed she'd likely leave you under that brick for a month and even if you succeeded in wriggling out of her grasp the only outcome you can think of is that you fall three hundred feet, escape into a mousehole and probably being eaten. She set you on her computer desk beneath a small plastic cup, and for the next few days you were left alone with nothing to do and no food, though it seems your injection has slowed or stopped your need for sustenance as well. On the fourth day she sat down in her chair and began playing some kind of first person shooter, and on every death rather than complain or slam her hand on the desk she would completely obliterate your plastic cup with you inside, leaving you flat on your back and gasping for air until you can recover enough to get back to your feet. After a few hours she shuts down the computer and pulls out a book, but just as you think you're safe for the day she glares at you and lifts your cup. "I have graced you with the attention of my fist seven times today and I have not heard a single thank you! Good ants know to thank their Goddess when they're given things they don't deserve!" She says, picking you up between her fingers and setting you in her chair. You're barely able to process what she's about to do before she slams her fat ass down on top of you. You'd be forgiven for thinking that due to the memory foam chair being softer than the counter, and Goddess's ass being softer than a brick that it would be a bit easier of a punishment. But you'd also be wrong. She wriggles around to find a comfy spot as she relaxes with her book, all while you struggle to breathe and weave in and out of conciousness, though passing out is pointless as the pain follows you into your fever dreams. It's both embarrassing and frustrating that since your cock is being crushed by a woman's ass you can't stop yourself from getting aroused, and even as she stands up and puts you back in the cup you're left with a desire to jerk off, though you're able to power through it. <img src="ending27.png"/> It seems Goddess has gained a taste for smothering you herself, as even though you loudly shout "Thank you Goddess!" Each and every time she hits you she still flattens you at least once a day, and the arousal problem only gets worse with time until one day you finally cum from being squished under her ass, not that she'd ever notice. It's not even from contact with your dick either as you now get hard even from being slammed into by her fist or being dropped to the floor. The intenseness with which it turns you on even seems somewhat proportional to how painful it is! On a day that must've been particularly boring for Goddess she finally notices that you usually jerk off after being hit, and she says something that both scares and excites you: "Oh? I didn't know you //enjoyed// this you tiny little Perv. Don't worry, I'll be sure to bust out the extra strong punishments for you to blow your load to now that I know you love it!~" Ending 27 - A goddess of ants is still a Goddess.

Harley Quinn seems a bit better than a prissy sissy princess like Peach. You nervously tap the button and are quickly met by a whole host of robotic claws and arms dicing up your outfit and japping you with a few needles. Your face slowly begins to shift and twist until it resembles the Criminal jester that you recognize and your skintone shifts to a pure white. You're conflicted when the hands bring out a full body latex black and red outfit, as while old harley has the superior design it would be nice to just wear a semi-unisex tank top and shorts. Your ass and tits fill out considerably, but they stop just shy of going above the average for a girl. Apparently the machine is more concerned with your general aesthetic than making you a hypersexxed supermodel. It dresses you up in the tight latex and provides you with a complementary baseball bat which you assume is a prop. Finally you feel your cock slowly begin to shrink before slipping inside itself with a quiet //POP//, and you almost cum on your feet as it's replaced with a neat, tight slit. IMGIMG?? //Administering behavioral regulation chip// The machine says, and before you can fully swing the bat at the controls and free yourself a syringe with clear liquid and a small black microchip. The second the doors have opened you're sprinting out the door and down the street, and while you had intended to stop moving when you reached the street your body apparently did not want to listen to you, running ahead until you reach a woman walking along. She has no time to react as you snatch her purse and keep on running, and no matter how hard you try to drop the purse or apologize or even stop running it does not accomplish anything. Not long after you come across an expensively sited man talking on a phone and you knock him unconcious with the butt of your bat and take his wallet and phone. For the rest of the night you run aroudn committing small crimes and laughing maniacally, eventually heading to a car dealership. The purse and wallet didn't have any money in them of course, but the car salesman is apparently pretty crooked himself and points you towards a laundering ring which uses the cards in some complicated sceme, but your body seems more than happy to swing by and get your cut. The latex jester dress clings to your body and allows you to jump and move without worrying about about ripping your clothes or flashing everyone. The old warehouse that you head into has a few dozen gruff men inside, but along with a parasitic virus that forces you to be evil it also gives you direct knowledge of how exactly to swing a bat and where to strike, and before long you've got two dozen throughly beaten men ready to answer to you as their leader. You scream out in your mind for your body to stop making people's lives worse, but it doesn't do much as soon after you give the order to start mugging people for their cards. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* It takes over a month and about $20,000,000 worth of laundered goods for anything to finally impede your business, during which time you fight between your moral desire to be caught so that a menace will be off the streets and your personal desire to not spend the next twenty years in a federal prison. "Open up, we have you surrounded and //will// use as much weaponry as is required to bring you in!" Says a male voice from outside the door. Your body's response is apparently to welcome him in with a laugh, act completely innocent, and then slam him in the back with your bat and send him flying a solid five feet with one swing. Not an amazing plan though as the fifteen cops that swarm in from every entrance are less than pleased at the sight of their commander lying on the floor. You duck and weave between them, but there's not much you can do when five seperate electric lazers shoot off at you in a line, and once you're twitching and spasming on the groudn they put you in a straightjacket and ship you off to an underground mental institution. You regain conciousness in a small room with a bright light pointed on you and an attractive woman in a labcoat asking you why you seem intent on accurately portraying an obscure comic book villain from a hundred and fourty years ago. You wait for your body to give an answer, but nothing happens, not even a sarcastic remark. At first you worry that being told that she's fictional has made your alter ego go crazy(er) and stop doing anything, but after another minute and a slightly angrier "Why are you doing this?!" you realize that maybe the high-volt electricity fried your implant and you try moving your arm. Nervously you will your arm to lift itself, and after a few seconds it actually works! You hurriedly tell the woman your entire story and about the defective cosplay booth and your implant. She stays quiet through the entire thing, jotting down hundreds of words about your story, only speaking once you'd run out of things to say. "And were there any drugs involved prior to finding this booth?" She asked, clearly not believing you at all. Feeling a bit annoyed you try to stand and explain again but your feet have been stuck together much like oyur hands in some kind of legbinder. You ask exhasperatedly if all of this bondage is truly necessary, but the woman moans and slaps you on the ass. "Would you like to know a secret?~ I used to dress up as posion ivy back in college, and I think you'd really enjoy being polinated, Harlene." She says, practically shoving her tongue down your throat, and despite being practically kidnapped and having your entire story completely disregarded you can't help but feel your pussy get a bit wet as you do. You ask if she can remove your straightjacket and she slaps you even ahrder on the ass for asking. You spend a few hours wedged between your chair and your frisky interrigator recieving either smacks or kisses depending on how much she likes the things you do. Some point in the night you're dragged to a small cell where you can barely even lean over to drink from the water they've given you, and almost as soon as you finally drift off to sleep you're being awoken by your Poison Ivy for more conditioning. Over the next few moths she trains you well, though everything other than trying to make you love her is just basic moral decency which isn't hard to go along with. The end result is a full time harley quinn cosplayer who acts quite accurately without actually doing anything that would be illegal or immoral. Maybe it's the conditioning speaking for you, but having a slightly harsh yet smoking hot girlfriend and your own free will seems a decent tradeoff when all oyu have to do in return is live in a cramped cell and play along as a sexy cosplay girl... Ending Thirty One - Retro DC power couple

(CW: Absurd asset sizes) You decide to let the clock run down and walk out when the booth realizes that you don't want an outfit. You stand idly within the booth as the counter slowly ticks down, and as it reaches zero and the machine begins to shake and make loud noises you worry that this may not have been the best choice... //Processing... Processing... Selection chosen: None. Error: No 'none' character found in database. Applying backup cosplay.// That doesn't sound good! Your clothes are slashed off by robotic claws and a bevy of needles take turns japping your chest and thighs, but they thankfully stop well short of risking any actual damage and once done a claw wipes a cloth over your arm which fully heals you. The doors open and you wonder if the machine's supply of whatever drug it had been trying to use. At least until you get out the door and the sunlight beams down on your body, activating the UV-serum coursing throughout your body. Your breasts begin to grow rapidly, from nothing to coconut size to watermellon size and by the time they're done growing you can't even tell how big they are because they take up most of your vision and droop down to about your waist. It feels as if someone's shoved a bowling ball into a pillow case and glued two to your stomach, not to mention that anything below your waist is out of your vision. Your first instinct is to head to a hospital, they'd have the technology to get these comically large burdens off of you, right? You reach forward to hold your breasts for support and blush as you realise that you can't even //reach// your nipples anymore! You push forward and drag yourself down the street, trying to ignore the stares and aroused looks of the people nearby. As you walk the sunlight touches your butt and it starts to grow. It becomes wider, bouncier, and doesn't stop until you're a few blocks away from the alley and someone could comfortably sit on your ass without touching any other parts of your body. Your thighs had also a lesser but noticable boost. <img src="ending32.png"/> Not even halfway to where the phone says the nearest hospital is you're already feeling pretty exhausted, and although you don't see any benches there's a church nearby and you decide that a nun or pastor would likely be kind enough to drive you there. You stifle a laugh at the 'Sermon today' sign as the R has been scratched out, but don't think much of it. Unfortunately the doorway is a little too small and even after squeezing your breasts against your body it's not enough and you end up stuck. For the next ten minutes you squeeze and wriggle and try to get yourself out of this embarrassing situation without calling for help, but spending hours here would be even worse so you eventually begin crying out. It only takes thirty seconds for a nun to find you and begin pulling you inside by your breasts. You yelp, not expecting such an intimate yet rough touch, but it does succeed in getting you free. You idn't notice while being yanked on, but this is a very unusual nun: Rather than an ankle-length dress her hapit is a leotard made of a sheer material and with only a small skirt that does not cover her crotch. "Father! Our prayers have been answered, you simply must see the size of this girl's faith!" Shouts the nun and she practically drags you up the carpet and onto the altar. The priest, a menacing man who stands at least seven feet tall and has an aura of leadership and strength looks you over and tests the squishiness of your body. When he lifts your breasts so that they're no longer covering your crotch, one of the nuns sees your dick and shouts "Father! This oen can't even get pregnant yet she answers prayers from Orgia, goddess of fertility! Is she a fell omen or a trickster's ploy?" The father ruminates for a moment, finally answering "No... I've been a fool this whole time, and this angel is the answer! With enough hope, faith, and determination //anyone// can experience the joy of childbirth, and by only allowing female nuns I have been unfairly gating many would-be followers away from our religion. Let us celebrate this new disciple by giving her the usual acceptance ceremony!" By this time you've realized that this is not a regular church, but now that you're laying flat on your back it's almost like being a turtle and there's no real hope of you getting away, especially once the father unzips his pants and reveals the foot long bestial cock he's been hiding away. You shout at him to stop and begin telling your story of the booth in a somewhat coherent ramble, but the entire church seems adamant that this 'ceremony' is a great gift to anyone who recieves it and one nun even suggests that you've been posessed by a demon who doesn't want you to be given acceptance. The embarrassing thing (Not that you're coherent to be embarrassed about it) is that the father is absolutely right. As soon as he shoves that monster cock snugly into your ass you're positive that nothing else has ever given you so much pleasure. You animalistically hump back against him for the whole three hours that it takes to cum, and despite your thirteen orgasms and his one, he absolutely eclipses your outpit and drenches you in sticky white fluid. While you're basking unmovingly in the afterglow it's instructed that the nurses carry you to the back and fit you with their uniform, though they quickly realize that not a single bra is going to fit over your gargantuan melons so they simply cut out the chest fabric and slide you into it. The back of the leotard acts more as a thong and disappears between your massive cheeks, but the most important part, the church's ensignia, remains visible so they're not bothered by it. It takes quite a while for your brain to start working again, but when it does you find yourself unable to stomach the idea of never again experiencing the holy exerience of the pastor's cock so you begrudgingly go along with the church. Unfortunately your plan doesn't work out too well when you're let in on how exactly the church stays open: As worshippers of Orgia, the congregation believes pregnancy to be virtuous and childbirht to be holy, so the nuns offer to be surrogate mothers by loaning them out to couples who are having fertility trouble or are scared childbirth will be too painful yet are also opposed to or worried about the gynoids with artificial wombs. They charge a decent fee when the baby arrives, and the six hour steamy conception session isn't cheap either. Obviously your case is a bit different, and as an alternative you are given your own booth just outside of the church with anyone able to have a try at boipregnating you during a ten minute public session for the low, low price of $2,000 and a rarely kept spoken promise to be at the next sermon. You don't get all that many customers as the vast, //vast// majority of men are juuust barely able to touch your hole with the tip of their cock, but every man who's tried has walked away happy. It's even okay that you never get orgasms of your own from the booth as for every hundred men you serve, the Father gives you a ten minute session in the confessional booth. At the realization that not many people will fuck you, someone put a jar beside you with a sign reading: //Nipple Twist - $150 Ass smack - $50 or 10 for $300 Five minutes of grope time - $1000 (Note: No cumming!!// Apparently it's sacreligious to deposit cum anywhere but someone's lower two holes, so blowjobs, handjobs, and titjobs are out. Someone might consider that a waste when you have tits that are probably about the body weight of the rest of you (minus your ass), but it seems people mostly enjoy looking at them anyways, and it's not as if you care whether people are sticking their dicks between your udders. Unless it's the Pastor... His cock feels so //Devilishly// good that you could probably cum no matter where he's touching you... Ending 32 -Fertility Goddes, or: Yes, I know that Fathers and Pastors are different religions.

Bank robbery? //Easy// bank robbery? //Free// easy bank robbery? There's no way you're passing that up! You swipe the vial from his hand and chug it down before he can change his mind. You don't feel any different at the moment, but worst case scenario it does nothing, you wander aroudn the lobby of a local bank for a bit and you leave! Determined and confident in your plan you set your phone's GPS and make your way through the city. Upon entering the building you're met with the typical hustle and bustle that you'd expect, though every passing customer is a bit more nervewracking when you're trying to empty the vaults, especially when you don't know exactly //how// you're meant to do it. You decide to wander around the lobby a bit longer, partly waiting for the potion to activate and partly just to work up the courage to do something. It's not until about fifteen minutes in that you realize no one has looked at or reacted to you since you came in and with a bit of trepidation you try waving down one of the clerks. No response. "Hey! Hey I want to deposit some money!" You shout while jumping up and down... No response. Did this potion seriously make you completely invisible while inside of any bank? Smiling and laughing to yourself you wait for the staff-only door to open and sneak your way through, travelling down the hall and looking at the various safes and doors. Most seem to have locks and eye-scanners and even turrets, but there is one that has nothing more than a simple laser grid: The daily intake room. It makes enough sense. When a register fills you don't want a clerk spending half an hour fiddling with keys and doors just to dump $50,000, so hook up lasers that automatically allow clerks and no one else and have them toss it there. The only question is: Will this potion fool the security systems too? There's only one way to find out so you hold your breath and slowly inch your way through the lasers, flinching when you finally do touch one, but to your amazement they don't go off! You've done it! You scoop up at least $200,000 worth and begin making your way out when suddenly a clerk sees you, but this time she doesn't just walk on by. You panic and start to stammer out anything that might remotely explain what you could be doing, but for some reason your body isn't working properly. "Alright, what kinda prankster stuck a chair in the middle of the hallway with a bunch of that old, "For show only" Money?" She shouts, grabbing the money from your hands and tossing it back behind the lasers before putting her hands on your back and pushing you down the hall and towards the Teller's desks. It takes a moment to process that she kinda just called you a chair. You struggle but for some reason cannot get your arms or feet to move! While she pushes you she grumbles to herself. "We're a bank, not a museum, I don't even know why we store antiques here, not like anyone could do anything with it if even if they //could// steal it." You wonder if she can actually see you and is just trying to add insult to injury, but that becomes a lot less likely when she pushes you onto your knees and sits herself down directly on your face. Unable to move, unable to speak (and not exactly wanting to out yourself even if you could) you spend the rest of the day being used by this girl while she remains completely oblivious. <img src="ending35.png"/> You're forced to stay in place when the bank closes for the night as well. Somehow everyone who looks at you just sees a chair standing motionless on the floor, and you brought it completely on yourself. At least whatever the potion did to everyone's perceptions also changed your biology enough that you no longer need food or drink. You pass the night thinking about what you'll do when this whole thing eventually (hopefully, maybe) wears off, and the main thing you think of is to get an actual legit job. In an effort to be positive you think about how at least you get to be //real// close to women's asses all day, and are even excited to see what color panties the Teller will be wearing today! Imagine your surprise when the bank opens the next morning and you learn that they just sit at whatever desk is free when they get there and you have to spend the next day using your head to prop up sweaty man ass. Ending 35: Not your best idea, or: AKA the second ending where you end up under a teller's desk at this specific bank.

There's a white haired girl with a strange gun-like gadget standing in front of a mason jar offering $20,000 to anyone who can stand on the jar with one foot for a whole minute, that might be worth [[Checking out]]. There's also two strange people dressed as classic green roswell aliens walking down the street and it looks like they're trying to [[beckon you over]], It could be fun to see what they want. A nice looking bar with the name 'El Hombre' sits at the corner of the street and you just so happen to have $2,500 burning a hole in your pocket if you fancy having a [[Round of drinks]] There's an exposed wire sticking out of one of the buildings and it's periodically spewing out sparks! You're no expert technician but there's a flameproof plexiglass orb laying a few feet away that someone had probably covered it with and you could try being a good samaritan and [[Putting the orb back]] Finally, at the far end of the street and near a few boarded up houses is a cobweb covered Cosplay Booth that you're surprised still works, and if you're interested in getting a cool costume of one of your favorite characters you could always [[Give that a try]]

In a flash of bright light you suddenly find yourself in a dollhouse approximation of a bedroom, though one clearly meant for a //lewd// doll. A mirror sits handily nearby and you take in your new self: Rather than horns you have a tiny set of decorational wings which jut out from your head and are slightly covored by your neck length, vibrant red hair. You now have breasts that, while large are definitely managable and aren't big enough to be jiggling around like crazy and getting in your way. The only other sign that your body is of demonic origin is the small black tail tipped in a heart that flits back and forth behind you. <img src="ending36.png"/> As the door opens and a cute, somewhat androgynous man walks into the room holding a large backpack you take note of the tight latex gloves, boots, panties and corset that you're wearing, which combined with the black whip show exactly where you stand on the dominance spectrum. He sits in the computer chair, pulls down his pants, and fiddles around with the mouse and keyboard for a few minutes. Suddenly a whole host of text has popped up before you. Turn ons, hard limits, how long he'd prefer to be denied before you allow him to cum. You know it's likely something about the program you're in, but you look up at his cute, submissive from and lick your lips as you think about making him edge his brains out~ The bag he carried in has tipped over revealing dildos, lube, plugs, a crop, and plenty of other toys. "Alright, Worm. The first thing you'll be doing for me is a full ten edges to my body, and if I hear one word about thinking you deserve to see me nude for that than we'll be adding one hit to the nuts with that riding crop between each edge." You shout, not even making it through your threat before he's begin rapidly jerking his decently sized cock. You slide a hand down to your freshly minted pussy and need to turn away for a moment to not show weakness while adjusting to the strong new sensation! He's seemingly already tamed and very obedient, so he finishes his edges in only a few minutes, and if you thought fingering your pussy gave strong pleasure it has nothing on the pure electric arousal running through your veins when [//Task Completed//] Pops up on the screen. After a moment of recovery you give him the task of getting a plug into his ass to test out how the next command will work, and while it's not quite as strong (Maybe because it was an easier/quicker task?) it's just as noticable and you need to bite your lip not to make an ahegao-esque face, yet still not quite enough to cum. Eager to get your reward and knowing that he wants it anyways, you set up his final task for the day: Five hundred strokes to censored porn into a ruined orgasm. The nervous expression that comes over his face when he hears the order bring a smirk to yours, and you can practically //feel// the incredible orgasm that's gonna come from this. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* It takes about three months for any meaningful changes in your schedule, and up to that point you mainly relax in whatever weird 'computer space' you're in until your user gets horny, at which point you treat him like a slave until you both cum. Thankfully he's able to turn the PC off without killing you. One day however, you wake up and realize that you're sitting in a smaller, barred off area that still gives you clear access to the room you'd been spending most of your time in. It's got the size and furnishings of a break room, and since this is your first time seeing it despite a massive window pointing into your previous home, it's likely a one way pane. The most shocking thing about your new situation is that there seems to be another person standing where you'd always been! She has dark green hair the color of leaves, pointed ears that you assume means she's an elf, especially with her elegant, flowing robe. She begins to talk with //your// slave/owner! It's muffled, but you can still make it out. Her voice is quiet and reserved, leaving you mesmerized as she speaks almost melodically. Her and the PC user talk for at least an hour during which time he reveals that he replaced you with the new girl because he started wanting someone a bit kinder, and it didn't seem that you'd be willing to do that for him. The girl does seem plenty capable of being nice, even revealing her breasts when she notices that he's starting to get horny. What?! He went and replaced you over something minor like that? Why didn't he just ask you to tone it down a bit? Just because there were a //few// times where you took him a few dozen edges above his requested max time, or maybe that string of like five ruins in a row because they give you more pleasure than full orgasms. There was also that one time that he accidentally launched you right before bed instead of his alarm clock program and you forced him into a 90 minute JOI under threat of activating the black bar censors over most of your body... Still, you'd probably have tried being a little softer if he'd asked you first, maybe. Instead you're stuck in this mediocre side room and forced to watch those two hit it off, and the one saving grace is that the elven girl is the single prettiest woman you've ever seen and her voice gives you shivers even while muffled. You can't help but bring a hand down to your dripping pussy as she speaks and her breasts jiggle slightly from her body movement. You keep jilling off as long as you can, but eventually they finish their conversation and he turns off the program, which turns your window black but keeps you concious which is a far cry from the 'Blink into existence when your program is on and blip out as soon as he quits out of it' that you're used to. It gives you time to think and to be yourself a bit more, but it's also boring. Like //really// boring. The PC owner activates Elf's program about once every three times that you fall asleep, which you usually spend hammering your pussy as you take in her beauty. Traditional orgasms don't feel near as good as your program-activated ones, but it's enough to take the edge off and it's not like you've got much else to do. It takes over a month of sitting aroudn and admiring Elf's beauty for you to realize that just maybe the owner will get bored of her and move on to someone with a different personality just like he did with you, and then she'd be stuck here with you! You spend a lot of time fantasizing about that day, and even knowing that it might never come it still gives you a lot to look forward to. You can't tell if your first instinct would be to force her on her knees and make her eat you out or if you'd be so scared of going overboard and making her hate you that you'd be the one kneeling and kissing her feet, but no matter what you'll be making sure that she loves you as much as you've fallen for her... Ending 36 - Do JOI programs dream of electric slaves?

The 'suspiciously un-suspicious' looking man

The prospect of cold hard cash is too much to pass up, and you eagerly slam your card on the table (a bit surprised at how stable and sturdy it is, given it's not actually connected to the ground) ready to win it all! With a surprisingly emotionless expression the man sets the cups once again, though this time they're travelling at what must be 20 miles an hour! You nearly make yourself nautious trying to follow them all and by the time they stop you have absolutely no idea where the ball could be. The thought of complaining crosses your mind, but you bite your tongue instead. This probably isn't the most legal of activities, and if you make too much of a fuss he may just call the whole thing off and you'll be just as bad off as you would be with an incorrect guess so you sigh and make your choice. The question is, do you go with the [[Left|First loss]], [[Middle|First loss]] or [[Right|First loss]]?

His expression changes near instantly. From laid back and easygoing to nervous, seemingly anxious at the thought of losing money on you. While asks if you're positive, and when you nod he begins putting away the table and cups, though not before pressing an oddly specific combination of buttons on them. You turn and begin walking away, whistling to yourself. Your one complaint is that it's not a fat stack of physical cash that you can flip through, but thankfully you don't have long to think about it as a small, sharp pain invading your neck, and when you reach up to see what it was you find a tiny cyllindrical object mere seconds before your vision fades away and you slump down to the ground. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Cramped. Your first feeling upon regaining conciousness is that you're cramped. You cannot see a thing and there's a dense coating around your body and head. Muffled sounds echo around you and it takes a few moments before you hear anyone's voice. "Initiate boot protocol: Slut-mode 0-7-3" Says an unfamiliar male voice. You don't have time to think about it as your vision is overtaken by flashing pink lights, and over the next minute or so you struggle for your sanity as terabytes of information invade your mind and teach you how to be a good stripper, the proper way to behave in front of customers, and hundreds of things that you aren't even conciously aware of. The whole process has left you feeling drained, and you can even feel a trail of drool making its way down your chin. Thankfully at least the pink lights and text have disappeared, leaving a large window for you to see through whatever was blocking your vision. Violet lighting and high quality furniture are the first things to enter your vision, followed by multiple well-kept stages with dancing poles, and finally you see a massive mirror with a very strange creature in it. An eye-catching purple helmet draws your attention to the being's head, where a large black screen coveres where its face should be. Looking further down reveals a somewhat sexual but not special body, with D cup breasts, though that's not what you're focused on. Somehow, this thing's skin is silver, shiny, and has obvious lines across it as you'd expect from an android or robot. <img src="ending37.png"/> After a while of studying the woman in the mirror you're finally forced to accept the truth: //You// are this woman. You try to move your body, perhaps to ask what the hell is going on or even just to run away, but you freeze up and //Error: Forbidden Action// pops up inside your helmet. You hadn't noticed before, but not being able to move your eyes acctually isn't a drawback, as you can scan everythign in your vision at once without needing to look around. It's a bit disorienting at first, but it doesn't seem too hard to get the hang of. "Good, Good! The programming seems to work fine. Just to be sure, why don't you show me your dancing skills?" Says a man that you hadn't even noticed. He's the spitting image of an old mafia boss, though an ugly one at that, and his expensive pinstripe suit and mean expression still show who's the boss. Gears whir and motors hum as your body makes its way to the stage and wraps its hands around one of the poles. The headache inducing lights from earlier must've done at least something as you're an expert class pole dancer now, spinning and dropping and weaving with total precision, though the emotionlessness of the moves make you wonder just how far your roboticization has gone. He lets you dance until he's satisfied at which point he tells you a series of words that are seemingly random. You're confused for a moment, but when your eyes slowly shut and you feel like a fridge that's just been unplugged you realize what's happened: he's used a shut-down phrase on you. [[Enter sleep mode]]

Waking up is //much// different this time. Rather than a confusing yet simple time waking up in an unfamiliar body, you're now on one of several stages surrounded by drunk, aroused men and with every passing second you're walking closer and closer towards the pole before you. Without any control you grip the cold steel and climb onto it, expertly twirling and posing to the awe of your guests. The precision and grace of your jiggle-rific dancing makes you wonder if perhap this is a premade body that they've put you inside of, or if it's still just you with a few augmentations. Not that it changes anything either way and you're pulled from your thoughts when you notice a small rectangular device towards the entrance of the club that patrons are using to dispense small strips of paper... Almost like an ATM. "Wooo! Shake it, girlie!" Shouts a very drunk man as he throws a black and gold rectangle of paper to you with a large '9.99' printed on the front. You try to ignore the wobble of your silver breasts as 'you' do a particularly complicated upside down twirl in response to the attention. You don't have any evidence, but you reason that if this place's money is less than legitimate you may be able to get some revenge by telling someone about it once you finally get out of here. With nothing else to observe or think about, you allow yourself to zone out and let your body go into auto pilot (perhaps literally). For the first time tonight you're thankful that your body is artificial, as it means you can practically take a nap and you'll keep doing your job, as long as you can ignore the catcalls and jiggling. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* "So, how was your first day?" The man (who you assume to be the boss shouts, startling you from your haze. To your surprise you turn your head to face him and it actually turns! Feeling exctatic that it's finally possible to escape, you lunge forward, but when your head moves and the rest of you stays in place it becomes obvious that the boss wasn't that stupid. With a scowl on your face you tell him it was terrible and ask when you can leave. He looks you over and laughs. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get used to it eventually... Unless you're interested in leaving?" Says the man, grinning widely as he knows that you have no choice but to do anything he asks if it'll get you out of this situation. He grabs the $9.99 bill from earlier and slides it into your hand. "I spent six-thousand bills on you, but i'm a nice guy so if you can pay me back without interest you'll be free to go! It'll have to come from your tips though, my actual employees would be pretty sore if I put a //robot// on the payroll." He says with a laugh as he walks away. It takes a few minutes for you to realize you'll be standing here alone for until your shift starts in nearly sixteen hours, but you don't have time to contemplate how to spend your time as another line of pink text appears on your helmet. //[Activating protocol: Dance training]. Please assume the position.// There is now a diagram of a woman with her legs spread and hands on her hips. Tentatively you try moving your arm forward. Success! You try moving your leg to walk away, but while it //does// move, it locks up once your leg is in the optimal position. It seems that you're only able to move when you're doing what is instructed. [//please assume the position.//] It says again, waiting for you to obey, and it refuses to shut up until you're making the vulgar pose. You hold out for as long as you can, but eventually the annoyance becomes too much and you [[Slide your arms and legs into position, as it requested.]]

Once the first pose is complete it guides you through a series of similar poses, and within a few hours it's teaching you how to bring them all together while on a pole. By the time customers start arriving you feel that you have a genuinely good handle on dance moves, but your helper voice seems to disagree based on what you see next. [//Dancer-7 likes dancing. Dancer-7 wants to entertain.]] You hear loudly from within your mind. Is that the program saying that? Or is it trying to tell you that you enjoy it? With no way to know you try to ignore it and hope that it doesn't happen again. //[Dancing skill at 5/100. Personality synchronization at 2/100. Body control will be locked to automatic for this session.]// As a result your routine is just as robotic as your last session and without any confused, blackout-drunk customers to confuse you for a human your grand total for the night is a whopping $0. The one positive is that 'the boss' didn't show up and annoy you. //[Please assume the shown position, Dance-bot 7.]// It says, this time showing a more difficult move requiring you to lock your legs around the pole. You're worried about the 'personality synchronization' popup, but you reason that it doesn't matter as long as you get out of here in time so you climb up onto the pole. The routine comes even more naturally this time,as if your brain is wired specifically to learn about being a good dancer. //[ Dancing at 20/100, synchronization at 5/100. Body assistance mode enabled]// Assistance mode? You're not sure what that could mean until the routine starts and you're instructed to dance. While you're hesitating, the body dances without you in its typical robotic way, but as you follow along with the movements, so does your body. With as much training as you've had it's trivial to entertain the customers, and they're more than willing to toss you a few dollars (quite literally). If you were capable of it the thought would make you blush, but the many hours spent actively learning how best to get cocks hard just from a glance is really paying off. By the time the last customers have left you're actually excited for tomorrow so that you can please the customers and show off your moves, but you snap out of it and remind yourself that you are not a dancer, you're just doing this to make enough money to escape. Despite being back in control of the body your hips sway seductively as you walk across your stage. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* "Woo! Shake it, Robo-Slut!~" Slurs a drunken man to your left, throwing a pile of $4.99 bills across the stage, which you calculate (could you always do math this quickly?) to be $39.92, your only donation today, though a very large one. It's been about two weeks since your arrival and although your dancing is now at 90/100 your tips have been going down lately. You wonder if it's related to that 'synchronization' being 25/100, and despite how many times you hear [Dancer-7 is happy to be here. The thought of leaving has never entered Dancer-7's computing chip.] you're as eager as ever to get away from this place and tear this bitch out of your head. With that said, you can think of many worse places to be trapped as an endentured servant; you get to dance every day and the way the customers stare at your jiggling silicon tits makes you feel all tingly!~ It's only when you hear the robotic voice agreeing with you that you realize what you're saying, and it motivates you to be a lot more careful with your thoughts. With only $3,233.45 left to go you'ere making lots of progress, and as long as you can keep that synchronization in check it's just a matter of time. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* //Synchronization: 70/100// [Dancer-7] has been really confused lately. There have been conflicting thoughts and [Dancer-7] can't tell which are real. A lot of them are about escaping and doing something other than dancing, but what would that even be? What [Dancer-7] is meant to do is in its name, so why would it leave? The thoughts about being obedient and not thinking and just satisfying customers makes a lot more sense, but those also come with a strong sense of uneasiness that [Dancer-7] cannot explain. Logically, It knows that there's no point thinking about this, as [Dancer-7]'s only objective is to please, so it goes back to Its pole and resumes its dance, hoping that someone could just come along and tell it what it's meant to think... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* [//Synchronization: 99/100//]] //Attempting thought: Resistance. Process blocked. Deleting 'resistance' folder. Attempting movement: Lift arm. Revoking access to movement. Attempting action: Free will. 3rr0r. N0t f0unddd. code 0238124059391. Resetting all mental function to factory default.// "Thank you for purchasing this model B43-G12 Gynoid from Fi-Octa incorporated LLC & Co! Please input the pin you'd like to use for administrative settings into the keybad located inside this unit's service hatch, and afterwords this unit will be happy to perform whatever tasks are required..... Awaiting...... Awaiting input." You say on stage, in the middle of your dance routine and surrounded by disappointed customers. The bartender runs up and grabs you by the arm, encountering no resistance whatsoever as he pulls you into the broom closet and adresses the guests. "Sorry, sorry everybody! That sort of thing can happen every once and a while, but dancer 11 will be back tomorrow with her sexy looks and perfect moves! For now I welcome you to direct your attention to one of the other dancers around the club." He says, not even bothering to remember your name. Not that it stayed your name for long, as the next day you were indeed back on stage, and when they realized there were suddenly two dancer 11s you were christened the lowest available number of dancer 29. While being fixed you were met with a notification directly into your cranial chip, though not one that had anything to do with what very very little remained of the old you. It read [//Synchronization: 100//] In bright pink letters, not that a good, obedient gynoid like Itself had any opinion on the meaning of those words. Ending 37 - Gotdang writer's block. A bit of an author's note, here: During the peak of my writing for this game I wrote over 20,000 words in a single week, averaging about 300 words per hour 10 hours a day for about a week straight. This ending was about 1800 words and took me the better part of two weeks, a combination of writer's block, procrastination, and not being as motivated to finish the game due to it already being public from the april posting. And the ironic part? This entire ending was not in any of my plans, it was originally intended for this path to just be 'Start gambling, lose, get one of three endings depending on how you lose.', but I realized late in that it would only make sense to be able to say no to the gamble, and then I was gonnn have saying no just boot you back to the alleyway, but the I realized an ending would be better and then que two weeks of averaging 150 words a day at best. But life's funny like that and now i've got a hopefully good ending. This is also one of many endings that's a kinda sorta rehash of something in my first game, but hopefully it's different enough to be its own thing.

CW: Goreless limb loss, needles are used in a non-kinky way. (This was intended to have three endings, but for multiple reasons it only has one. It's possible but unlikely i'll add one or two endings to this section, but for now just enjoy this ending if you like this sort of thing.) You feel a pit in your stomach as you lay eyes on the devoid air beneath the cup and your mind tries to process how you'll make the $500 back that you owe him. Mercifully the dealer resolves things before you've had time to panic too much, reaching forward with an empty syringe and sticking it into your left shoulder before pressing down on the button. You stare in astomishment as your arm rapidly turns a dark green and softens, becoming almost jelly-ish as it's sucked into the barrel and before too long the dealer has a full syringe and you've got an even, flat stump where your arm had been. Before you can say anything he sets the whole thing on the table and interrupts you. "Natural limbs like that go for about $10,000 a pop on the black market these days, so that covers your debt and gives you $9,500 to spare!." He says, though you're too shocked to fully register either his words or the chime from your phone's banking app. You can still feel the limb, but there's no doubt that it's gone now, and trying to move it results in nothing but a slight shoulder movement. Shock gives way to anger and you slam your fist on the table demanding your limb back. The man looks to you with a distant stare, either not fully understanding you or not caring to try. "Well like I said, Man, they sell for ten grand, and you've got $9,500. So if you want it back just go get $500 and buy it, or if that sounds too hard I'm always up for some more gambling." He says in a relaxed tone. You briefly consider trying to round up enough money elsewhere, but apart from the question of how you'll get that much in one day without your full capabilities, it's always possible he'll pack up and move on to his next victim. If that happens your best case scenario is paying all your money to get some stranger's arm and you want yours back instead, Dammit. Feeling even more annoyed than before you tell him to set everything up again as you stare unbreakingly at the table before you, determined not to miss a milisecond of the trick this time... You feel marginally more confident in your answer this time, but for all your effort you know it's still essentially goign to be a 30:30:30 chance, so you'd best just pick one and get it over with. [[Left|limbless]] [[Middle|limbless]] [[Right|limbless]]

You sigh through clenched teeth when yet again there is no ball. With surprising speed he reaches across the table and pricks you before you can react, causing the numb burn to run through your arm yet again. All too soon your right arm turns to goop just as your left, and you're left defenceless and armless. It's impossible to truly adjust to the completely foreign feelings. The removed weight from your body makes even the slightest movement feel awkward and light, and no matter how many times you remind yourself that you can no longer grab things, the urge to reach out for the syringe or rest your arms on the table doesn't fade. Once the uncanniness fades away slightly you realize something odd about the situation: You have $9,500, why did he take your other arm?! You ask him about it curtly, unable to keep the frustration from your voice. "You want to be that boring? Everybody knows you need to keep upping the stakes to make things worthwile." The dealer says as he wipes his greasy bangs out of his eyes. At this point it's best to keep betting a limb at a time, otherwise you'll have to win three times in a row to get both arms back rather than the two you're at now. Sighing deeply you tell him to set things up again, wishing you could give him the middle finger. The next time around you know there's no point over-analyzing things so as soon as he's done mixing then you pick one, knowing that statistically it's time for you to rack up a win, and once you've got an arm left it won't be too hard to make $500 and buy the second one back. Despite having the odds in your favor it's not exactly a surprise when you're wrong yet again, but expecting it does little to quell your anger when he leans forward and brings another greedy needle towards your helpless body. You try to jump out of the chair and dodge the needle, but he jabs one of your legs with it just as you get to your feet and -Knowing what's coming- hop back in the chair just as your right leg begins to goopify directly into the syringe. Your anger has somewhat given way to a general numbness over your predicament. You're aware that you keep saying " i'll win this time and then quit" and then you lose and that you should probably quit now, but without any arms to grab or hold things, what use is just one leg? Better to have a likely failed attempt at getting everything else back than leave and be as bad off as if you had no limbs. Unwilling to look at another failure you close your eyes and point to the cup you want, realizing a few moments later that you had only slightly adjusted your shoulder, and with a slight blush you open them and give your answer. If there's one single positive about being wrong so consistently, it's that the needle gets easier to take every time, and without much delay you're balanced safely in your chair, a bonafide quadruped! "Wow...I honestly feel bad for you, man" He says, standing up and looking you over from above. The syringe in his hands now is full and has a blueish liquid within, thicker than what your limbs turned into. "I've never seen anyone lose as much as you, so I'm gonna throw in a little gift for you. Something to make your life easier and a great job opportunity too!" And without giving any time to react you're jabbed directly in the dick with the dripping needle. You cry out, and as soon as the syringe is out a brand new feeling courses through you as your cock begins to grow, becoming longer and thicker. It throbs and hardens through the transformation and it's a foot long and as thick as a cucumber by the time things calm down. You can't tell if it's the exhaustion from your ordeal or the pint of blood rushing to your newly enormous cock, but your eyelids begin to droop and it's getting very hard to focus... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Six Months later *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* "Thank you for drinking at Rykers! Come ag//auhh//n soon!" You moan out, eagerly cumming into cock-pump as it milks you for the 30th time today. It doesn't take long for your cum to run through the machine and into the waiting customer's espresso. She takes a sip and moans with her tongue slipping out of her mouth. You make a mental note that she must be new, as that typically only happens with people who aren't used to the gallons of aphrodisiacs that run through your body and end up concentrated into your spunk. <img src="ending38.png"/> "Are you done yet?" Says what you'd describe as a very irate femboy as he pushes the woman out of the way and slides his card into the payment slot of the machine currently mounting you to the wall. With a //Ding// the machine fires up, and when he hits the 'manual' button the cramped plastic cock-milking tube slides away as your dick hardens, growing out to its full size. "I plan to enjoy this, so you better not cum until i'm ready." He says, impaling his throat on your cock in a very impressive dexterous display which also sends heavenly tingling down your spine as you bask in the pleasure. You try to have faith in the durability of the wall-mount staying together, as there's no way to catch yourself if it comes apart from the force of your aroused humping. You're very thankful that he isn't your first customer of the day or you wouldn't stand a chance of satisfying him. At the end of the day you usually stay right where you are now, thrusting and grinding your small body against the dick-milker, trying fruitlessly for an orgasm. Sixty+ cumshots per day folowed by at least 6 waking hours of nothing has made it hard to focus on anything but sex anymore, and it's only your exhaustion that gives you a chance at keeping the femboy's interest. It's not all bad, though! Your boss is a rich woman with advanced, next-gen cybernetics from head to toe and she's offered you a great deal on her perfectly good previous limbs that have a slightly out of date OS. She offered to let you have them now and take it out of your paycheck, but you understandably refuse to ever owe any money to anyone ever again. You'd still be working as the Cafe's cum factory, but at least you'll have the freedom to get an apartment, or quit, or actually jerk yourself off agai— Your thoughts are derailed as you shoot a massive (it's closer to average for you) load right onto the face of your customer, who runs a finger along his cheek and sticks it into his mouth and sucks it clean with a //pop//. "I gotta say, for a fuckmeat that's stuck in the wall of a mediocre coffee shop, you make really good cream! I'll be back soon, so make sure to keep those balls full." He says, his ass swaying as he walks to the door. Meanwhile the plastic milker pushes itself back onto your cock and you notice the massive line to use you that must've formed while you weren't paying attention. At least one thing is for sure - You won't be worrying about having limbs (or literally anything) for the rest of the work day. Ending 38 - Limbs of steel and air. 50 bonus points if you can piece together the slightly creative pun with the name of the coffee shop. And no, it's not simply that it's a reference to something.

Created by StarFlutters

This game is more or less a CYOA, or an 'A happens, Do you do B or C?' 'Now that your action has caused D, do you do E or F?' game. Also, keep in mind that this game will pretty much always assume that you don't want fetishy things happening to you. If you don't have a CNC or non-consencual kink you may not enjoy this game.

If you know of an image that would be hotter/more-fitting for an ending than the one it currently has, feel free to let me know!

Without further preamble, let's get to the Game

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