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<div id="story-title">0.22.10</div> <<link "Stats">> Character <<goto "Character">> <</link>> Cash $<<print $playerMoney>> <> <<set _daysOfTheWeek = ["Monday", "Tuesday", "Wednesday", "Thursday", "Friday", "Saturday", "Sunday"]>> <<set $day = _daysOfTheWeek[$dayCounter % 7]>> <> Today is $day. <a href="https://discord.gg/nSxwj7hJAd"><img src="images/disclogo.png" alt="Discord Link" style="width:42px;height:42px;"></a> <a href="https://patreon.com/CaretakerPublishing"><img src="images/patlink.png" alt="Patreon Link" style="width:42px;height:42px;"></a>

<div id="character-sheet"> <tr> <<print $name>> </tr> <table> <tr> <th>Attribute</th> <th>Value</th> </tr> <tr> <td>Money</td> <td><<print $playerMoney>></td> </tr> <tr> <td>Sexual Stamina</td> <td><<if $playerStamina > 0>><<print $playerStamina>><<else>>0<</if>></td> </tr> <tr> <td>Relationship with Mom</td> <td><<print $momStat>></td> </tr> <tr> </tr> </table> </div> You have tributed $tribute to $bullygf. Your level of corruption is currently $corruption You're wearing $underwear. <<if $playerNurse >= 4>> <> <<capture _i>> Masturbation method: <<for _i = 0; _i < $methodTypes.length; _i++>> <<print $methodTypes[_i]>> <<if $methodTypes[_i] is $method>> (current) <<else>> <<link "(use)">> <<set $method = $methodTypes[_i]>> <<script>>Engine.show()<</script>> <</link>> <</if>> <<if _i lt $methodTypes.length -1>> | <</if>> <</for>> <</capture>> <> <</if>> <<return>> <<if $name is "debug">> [[debugmenu]] <</if>>

\\Player stats <<set $playerStamina = 100>> // Define and initialize player health <<set $playerMoney = 50>> // Define and initialize player strength <<set $corruption = 0>> //Used for tracking change in behavior <<set $tribute = 0>> //Cash tributed to bullygf <<set $dayCounter = 0>> //Counts days <<set $underwear to "Boxers">> <<set $chastity to false>> //universal check for chastity <<set $late to false>> //checks for afternoon or evening status <<set $ownedUnderwear = ["Boxers", "Panties",]>> <<set $methodTypes = ["Normal", "Nurse",]>> <<set $camePants = false>> //used for alt text involving having jizzed yourself <<set $keys to 2>> <<set $keyholder to 0>> //0: no one, 1: self, 2: therapist, 3: mom, 4: gf, 5: kelly, 6: sabrina, 7: nurse. \\Therapist <<set $playerTherapist = 0>> <<set $therapistLink = 'stage' + $playerTherapist>> <<set $feetCounter = 0>> <<set $armpitCounter = 0>> <<set $blackmail to false>> //Used for therapist releasing blackmail <<set $therapist5tag to false>> <<set $watcher = false>> //Tracks therapist watching player <<set $taskA to false>> <<set $taskB to false>> <<set $taskC to false>> <<set $taskD to false>> <<set $taskE to false>> <<set $altstart to false>> \\Nurse <<set $playerNurse = 1>> <<set $nurseLink = 'session' + $playerNurse>> <<set $method to "Normal">> \\Gyaru <<set $playerBully = 1>> <<set $bullyLink = 'payment' + $playerBully>> <<set $hasGyarutitspic = false>> <<set $hasGyaruhandpic = false>> <<set $hasGyarufeetpic = false>> <<set $hasGyarupitspic = false>> <<set $hasGyarupussypic = false>> <<set $haspic = false>> <<set $blackmail2 = false>> \\Momma <<set $momStat = 0>> <<set $begyes to true>> <<set $hasMomsocks to false>> <<set $hasMompanties to false>> <<set $firstfj to true>> <<set $mall to false>> // Marks if you can visit the mall with her. <<set $momDaycounter to 0>> // Used if she is keyholder, GF also uses this tracker. <<set $momStage to 1>> <<set $daughterRoute to false>> // Closes/opens up daughter options for Mom scenes, set at beach. <<set $momGBP to 0>> // Goodboy points used for buying releases and treats. <<set $momWeekrelease to false>> \\GF <<set $relationship = 0>> <<set $playerGF = 1>> <<set $cuck to false>> <<set $sphtracker to false>> <<set $hasgfpic to false>> <<set $keysnapper to false>> // Check for if you tried to jo before lockup. <<set $playerGfkey to 1>> // Staging variable for girlfriend keyholding. <<set $bull to 1>> // Bull determined by ERP cuck route. 1 = Normal, big dick; 2 = BBC, blacked; 3 = femboy/feminine. \\Sabrina <<set $playerQueen = 1>> \\Oliver <<set $playerTrap to 0>> <<set $trapRel = 0>> \\Livestreaming <<set $playerVidya = 1>> <<set $viewers = 0>> \\Math teacher <<set $playerMath to 1>> <<set $mathTeach to false>> <<set $smartiePants to false>> //path for dumb or smart vers of Highwood path. \\Virginity trackers <<set $bjVirg to "no one">> <<set $bjVirgbot to "no one">> //tracker for giving the bj <<set $hjVirg to "no one">> <<set $fjVirg to "no one">> <<set $analVirgtop to "no one">> <<set $analVirgbot to "no one">> //tracker for taking dick <<set $vagVirg to "no one">> \\Livestreaming <<set $hasLipstick to false>>

This game has erotic content. If you didn't expect that, why did you download it? You play a sexually frustrated student burdened with a visual prosthetic that censors all female sexual aspects. The fetishes covered within include but aren't limited to: Censorship, femdom, findom, feet, armpits, virginity humiliation, small penis humiliation, chastity, and momcest/momdom. Warning, there is some minor nudity before you are given your prosthetic. You can support the game's development at <a href="https://patreon.com/CaretakerPublishing">patreon.com/CaretakerPublishing</a> <img src="images/patlink.png" alt="Patreon Link" style="width:42px;height:42px;"> And join the discord to report bugs, typos, and other errors, <a href=https://discord.gg/nSxwj7hJAd>here.</a> <img src="images/disclogo.png" alt="Discord Link" style="width:42px;height:42px;"> [[Begin.|Begin]]

You are an eighteen-year-old high school student. Your name is $name. You have few friends, and even fewer people you consider yourself to be close with. You don't play any sports, your grades are only barely passing, you sit alone at lunch, and your favorite pass time activities are playing video games and watching porn. Most of your classmates call you a loser, and to be frank, they're kind of right. The one shining light in your life is your girlfriend, $gfname. The two of you have been in a long-distance relationship for about two years now. She always manages to cheer you up after a rough day of getting bullied and belittled by your teachers and your peers alike. Nobody at school believes your girlfriend is real. They think you're lying about her, to make yourself look cool. Any text message you show them, they dismiss as being fake. Your claims have inadvertently made you a laughingstock on more than one occasion. You live in a tiny apartment together with your mom. Your father died a few years ago, and things haven't really been the same without him. Your mother had to pick up a second job to make ends meet, growing ever more distant and stressed. You know she loves you very much, but you see her so little, that the two of you kind of grew apart. What little allowance you used to get you now have to work for. You picked up a weekend job about a year ago, and while it's meaningless, dead-end manual labor, it at least pays enough to allow you to buy some video games to wind down with at the end of the day. [[Continue.|intro2]]

What is your name? <<textbox "$name" "Felix">> <<set $name = $name.trim()>> Optional: What is the name of your bully's girlfriend? <<textbox "$bullygf" "Kelly">> <<set $bullygf = $bullygf.trim()>> What is the name of your girlfriend? <<textbox "$gfname" "Anne">> <<set $gfname = $gfname.trim()>> [[Introduction]] It is recommended you play the introduction, but if you have played it before or want to get right into the action, you can skip to your [[first day of school]].

When Monday morning rolled out, you wanted to try to stay home sick, but you couldn't. Mom didn't have a shift, and she woke you up and drove you right there. Another, new, fresh day of hell. You tucked your head down to your shoulders like a turtle and tried to avoid all eye contact. You felt like every face, pair of eyes, and phone camera was pointed at you. Every snicker and whisper was about you, but as the day dragged on you realized either people didn't care. Or hadn't heard yet... Lunch comes, and it takes far too long, it always does. Who will you talk to? <<if $altstart is false>> [[Therapist.|stage1]] <<else>> [[Therapist.|stage1.1]] <</if>> [[School administrators. Report Ms. Patterson.|thegoodend]] ''It's Monday, you need to talk to Ms. Patterson.''

Today is a Monday. Your least favorite day of the week. The beeping buzzer you set as your cellphone's alarm clock rouses you from your slumber. With a loud groan, you awaken from your pleasant dreams to shut off the infernal noise. After a bit of tossing and turning, you reluctantly scramble to an upright position. You yawn sleepily, wishing you could go back to dreaming about anime titties. The source of your troubled night was undoubtedly yesterday evening. You were playing World of Windcraft with your girlfriend, and she kept on teasing you for hours on end. Taking off her character's clothing, talking about how she'd love for the two of you to meet in person soon, and how she can't wait to do all sorts of lewd things with you. The same stuff she's been talking about for the past few months. By the time she logged off, you were about ready to blow your load all over your keyboard out of sheer anticipation and excitement. You made the mistake of being a responsible boy, going to bed before 2AM, rather than pulling an all-night jerkoff session. A choice that caused your dreams to be riddled with all sorts of debauchery. Now you're left with a raging boner, and not nearly enough time to get yourself off before school. At least spending time with the person you love the most was more than worth it. [[Continue.|intro3]]

It seems your mom has long since left for her early shift by the time you wake up, this is typical for her. In the morning, you usually have the apartment all to yourself. As a result, you have taken to sleeping in the nude. It's more comfortable, and it means you don't need to take off your pajamas before getting dressed in the morning. With a loud sigh, you rise to your feet, your throbbing member dangling in between your legs. Time to get the day started. Reaping the benefits of your isolation, you stride out of your room without bothering to get dressed. Still barely awake, you shuffle over to the bathroom to take your morning leak. You definitely need to lift the seat this time around. With your sleepy brain idly mulling over the events of last night, you swing open the bathroom door. Your eyes shoot open wide, a surprised gasp escaping your lips as your sight comes to rest on your mom's naked frame! She's in the shower, sluggishly washing up, visibly tired, and overworked. She must have taken today off, or something. Whatever the case, it doesn't look like she's noticed you, continuing to empty-mindedly shower away; her bare body on full display, from her hefty breasts to her hairy loins. Of course, as any good son would, your first instinct is to close the door and leave her be. Before you manage to quietly excuse yourself, however, your needy member objects. The person standing in the shower might be your mom, but she's still a woman, first and foremost. Despite having seen countless, copious amounts of porn, this is your first time really getting a good look at a naked lady in real life. Having denied yourself pleasure last night, lust slowly begins to overtake rationality inside of your mind. [img[setup.img + 'momshower.png']] [[Jerk off.|jerk off to mom]] [[No, don't!|resistmom]] [[Cover your eyes and leave in a hurry.|covermom]]

Instead of leaving your tired mom to her weary washing, you find yourself ogling her soap-lathered frame. While her motherly tits are initially the focus of your attention, you find your eyes wandering all over her body, a myriad of depraved fantasies popping up in your sleepy head. One of your hands slowly drifts towards your throbbing cock, and you timidly start to stroke yourself to the alluring sight of your naked mom. This wasn’t going to end well. Every rational part of your mind screams that this is a bad idea, but your dick feels so good. There isn't a second that goes by that you don't debate getting out while you still can, but the need to get off far trumps your battered sense of self-preservation. Your leisurely masturbation turns into frantic jerking as your mom bends over to pick up a bottle of shampoo off the floor. Her impressive, if slightly slackening behind — and her mature pussy resting in between her shapely thighs — drives you to the very verge of climax. And that's when disaster strikes. Biting your lower lip, you get so into your fervent jerking that you can't help but to let loose a tiny grunt of raw pleasure. Finally, your mom notices your presence. Shocked, she turns around, covering herself as best she can with her arms and hands. Your masturbation instantly ceases, although in the heat of the moment, your hand remains atop your member, as though frozen in place. Her eyes meet yours, and a look of disbelief gradually turns to a disgusted glare. You just got caught jerking off to your own mom in the shower. Swallowing deeply, you scramble for words, for an apology, for something, anything, yet your distressed mind fails to come up with even the slightest utterance. Your mom, too, doesn't quite seem to know what to say. An uncomfortable silence rolls over the apartment, broken only by the sound of running water. It takes you several seconds to be able to pry your eyes away from her, and your palm away from your still-needy shaft. Uncertain of what to say, of what to do, of how to feel, you do the only thing that comes to mind: you close the door and return to your room. You hear your mother lock the bathroom behind you. Your heart is racing. Your palms are sweaty, and not just from stroking your dick. Your mind refuses to function. Needing something — ANYTHING — to focus on, you decide to start getting dressed. As you put on your jeans and your well-worn shirt, the reality of the situation gradually begins to dawn on you. You really fucked up. That brief stint of horniness might have emotionally scarred your mom for life! Who knows what she's thinking now?! She might kick you out of the apartment, or worse. On the verge of crying from the volatile mixture of emotions welling up inside of you, you grab your school bag. Striding out of your room, you leave the apartment without halting to say goodbye. Closing the door behind you, it feels like the weight of the world is lifted off of your shoulders. At least you're no longer in the same confined space as the woman you just ogled. Phew. Calm down. Relax. Maybe that'll all blow over. You'll never bring it up, she'll never bring it up. It was a dumb, hormone-fueled teenage stint. That's all. She'll understand, right? Leaving your apartment building, you inhale some much-needed fresh air. Come to think of it, this is all your girlfriend's fault. If she hadn't riled you up, then you might not have- A deep sigh breaks up your bad thoughts. You take a moment to readjust your trousers. While your member has gone flaccid for now, it may have done enough damage as-is. Uncertain of your future, you decide to put the morning behind you for now. It's time for school. Maybe the short walk there will help to clear your mind. [[Continue.|introschool]] <<set $corruption += 5>>

It takes a moment, but you manage to fend off the urge to have a go at your own hand. It's probably healthier to not jerk off to your mom, no matter how horny you are. You linger, observing just a second more in lazy, sleep-deprived sluggishness. While her motherly tits are initially the focus of your attention, you find your eyes wandering all over her body, a myriad of depraved fantasies popping up in your sleepy head. One of your hands slowly drifts towards your throbbing cock, and your lizard-brain begs for stimulation. You fight off this second wave of urgency and go to stand with a grunt. <<mom>>"$name?" she calls.<</mom>> You freeze like a deer in the headlights. She pokes her head out to see you, half turned toward the door, dick hard and ready. Her face looks surprised, very surprised. Her nose wrinkles up in confusion when she eyes your dick and really looks at it. She groans in distress and flicks her eyes up to the ceiling, cursing and barking at you to get out of the bathroom. Even though you weren't stroking off, your ears thrum with the rush of blood, and embarrassment makes itself known on your cheeks. You scramble from the bathroom to your room, calling apologies over your shoulder. That could have been a lot, lot worse. Still, so awkward. Your stomach sinks at the look she gave your junk and the ceiling. You think over the face she made when she saw your dick, over and over. What did that face mean? Things would have been a lot worse if she caught you jerking off, but that still was horribly uncomforting. Leaving your apartment building, you inhale some much-needed fresh air. Come to think of it, this is all your girlfriend's fault. If she hadn't riled you up, then you might not have— A deep sigh breaks up your bad thoughts. You take a moment to readjust your trousers. While your member has gone flaccid for now, it may have done enough damage as-is. Uncertainty clouds your thoughts, but you decide to put the morning behind you for now. It's time for school. Maybe the short walk there will help to clear your mind. [[Continue|introschool]]

The walk did do some to settle your temperature. The shame had burned off by third period, and by lunch, you were feeling your normal self. That is to say, reclusive and friendless. Phones can be used during the lunch break and thank god for it. Talking to $gfname is very distracting, just what you need. Unfortunately, she wanted to talk about your ERP the previous night, the very same thing that set this all off. And despite trying to steer the conversation away from it, she kept driving it home. Quite literally any other day you'd be happy to drool over your phone's screen protector and talk about all the dirty things you want to do to each other. The arousal was such that you were trying to stifle the erection between your thighs, squeezing your pecker - which didn't help. You could feel the wet spots from the pre staining your boxers. Goddamn this bitch, why today? The bell rings, and you say your goodbyes and love-yous in haste. Given the wood you're sporting you try to linger around with your trash and lunch bag. With how hard you're throbbing you're certain you could fuck a hole through a quarter-inch of steel. Little did you know, the lump your shrimp makes isn't too noticeable. Today must be an ill-fated day, as just as you toss your trash to the bin, your least favorite bully (make no mistake you have many, of varying degrees) is also trashing his things. And a small splash of soda lands on his hand from the can you toss. Your body fills with adrenaline and your dick wilts in fear and submission, most likely, as you stare not at his eyes but at his chin. Time does in fact stop entirely while he glowers down at you with a snarl you thought only possible on coyotes and wild dogs. But, a little grace, as his girlfriend grabs his arm and hurries him along before he can spit any acidic words at you. All your frozen muscles unfurl, and you make a great sigh of relief. Another trial awaits. Physical education with Mrs. Taylor. The bane of all pasty, fat, nerdy, or otherwise self-conscious people. You can't do it. The tiny and thinly fabric basketball shorts. The little T-shirt. All the girls and their legs and butts and tits jiggling and bouncing... not today. You'd be impregnating the fabric around your peep before the bell rang. And even if you didn't burst in your pants, the amount of slickness your dick is dripping was passed faucet-tier. You have a plan though, it had worked before on bad days. Just lie! Tell the Mrs. Taylor you forgot your clothes at home. For the ninth time this semester. That's your plan, and you're sticking to it. Now, naturally, the P.E. teacher was a tall, lissome blonde with her hair taut in a high-hanging ponytail. She was older, her youthful beauty marred by an over-sour expression and wrinkles. Not to mention a massive frown. You weren’t sure she ever looked at you with any other expression. You weren't on the Football or Basketball team after all, so you were a worm in her hawkish eyes. [img[setup.img + 'peteacher.png']] You'd spilled easily a pint of semen to the thought of her riding your cock in your basketball shorts. "Pull those things off, you don't need your gym clothes where we're going!" No rides today, towering over you, the ex-Volleyball player cut you in two with her withering glare and awful, pointed words. <<pe>>"Again, $name? Go to my office by the lockers, the door should be open, there are a few sets of extra shorts and shirts. Find ones that fit and come back in five minutes."<</pe>> She leaned forward, basketball pinned between her forearm and athletic, melon-smashing thigh. No cleavage to be seen, but by god did her tits hang. And, of course, your eyes drifted to them, just barely making out the shapes in her cherry red t-shirt. <<pe>>"Now!"<</pe>> [[Continue.|lockers]]

Would a peek kill you? You hope not. Your cock, already swelling just at the mere thought of the possibilities, urges you on and forward. Go on, go in, go look. See wonderous sights. You cup your dick in your pants and are reminded of the peek at your mother's body. Today was not cursed, there were no ill winds blowing. No, this was a blessed day. So, channeling what you could of shinobi from the weebshit you consume, you push open the usually creaky door and slink in. To prevent 'accidents', of course, the actual lockers were around an L-bend, you get low, and just barely peek your eyes over. A naked back! They've not pulled off their uniforms completely. They're talking about something! You pull back as you're near about to scream. [img[setup.img + 'lockerroom.png']] Again, your dink compels you to stimulate it. Just quickly, it won't take long, just cum, it'll be great. Open comes the button, down goes the fly, and though it's a bit uncomfortable swelling against the rough waistband, you hardly feel it. Your cock is a throbbing, drooling twig of ironwood at present. No lube is needed, you were making your own. You look back over, humping your own fist like a dog does a pillow, and one is pulling off her skirt. Down goes the plaid and you ascend. Right in view, a girl your age's ass. A day for firsts. The pink panties were silly looking, just plain, normal, but hugging her pert and perky butt at this moment you'd not trade it for anything else. That's all you need, you're gonna cum, finally. <<pe>>"$name," it comes in a little whisper, right near your ear. The P.E. teacher, with a cougar's growl to her words. She grabs you by the scruff of your neck. "What the FUCK are you doing?"<</pe>> Unhappy fortune. <<pe>>"Pull up your pants and get out of the girl's locker room!" She bellows.<</pe>> There was no arousal to be found in her now, her features darkened to a horrible sneering. Hearing her words, the girls changing shriek, assumedly covering themselves hastily. Not that you could see. You did so, fumbling to get your wardrobe un-malfunctioned. And once more ran from her out to the hallway. Moments slide by glacially as your heart pumps with fading arousal and now, encroaching fear. You want to bash your head against the wall. Stupid! Idiot! Why did you do that? [[Continue.|introtherapist]] <<set $corruption += 2>>

The next events that transpire are flashed by you like a picture show. The stress grinds the frames per second you perceive to a crawl. Shoved along, you are, down the hall. A pair of disgusted schoolgirls at your back, and an even more repulsed teacher at your front. What's worse is you're still in those P.E. clothes, dick bobbing in its half-hardness as her toned and pert ass wobbles down the hall. And down her long and slender legs, to those sneakers and low-cut socks. On the way to the guillotine and still thinking with your dick. You are a charity case, indeed. The death march to the principal's office is like a walk across the Sahara. Sweaty, confusing, delirium setting in, wavering visions. They sit you down, and the balding, bearded, tweed-coated principal looks upon you with a strange mixture of pity and disgust as the P.E. teacher recounts her portion of the story. The two girls are brought to the VP's office to have their statements taken, while you are guided into the therapist's office to have yours taken. Writing down what transpired was perhaps the most taxing task your right hand has ever had to perform. You were caught between wanting to lie outright or telling the whole truth. You settle, in classic loser fashion, for some pathetic middle road. Hoping your teenage weasel-wording could get you out. They collect your papers, lots of talking goes on outside, and then... nothing. You sit in the empty therapist's office for what feels like an eternity. You really hope your excuse worked. At least your teacher looked like she was buying it. You've never really been much of a troublemaker, and hers is the one class you actually get good grades in, so you're fairly confident that she'll pick your side in this matter; unlike that P.E. bitch. She's had it out for you since day one! Oh well. You know for a fact that she doesn't see eye-to-eye with the school therapist, since the two had a catfight in public a few years ago! Something about Mrs. Taylor's husband cheating on her. If you can manage to smooth-talk your way into the therapist's good graces, you might just get off scot-free! [[Continue.|introtherapist1.5]]

You nod and gulp. Water is offered, and taken. Life-giving water. She talks about mundane things at first! Not about the subject at all. About seeing you around before, about your grades, about what classes you like. She even talks about World of Windcraft, which she used to play during an early expansion. This is good. She's relaxed, which in turn is making you relaxed. Things are going so, so well. Unfortunately for you, you are too stupid to see her making use of blatant interrogation tactics to lull you into a calm in order to extract information. Your confidence grows a bit as she talks over your shared MMO, hearing her stories of trying to raid, and seeing how confused she is about things changing. Best of all, it wasn't that haughty sort of confusion adults may get when discussing such things, that distaste and distance from the topic. She seemed genuinely interested in the game's changes and advancement. Then, she began to steer things back on track. But with how smoothly you just laid the moves on her (you've been duped, you absolute trog), you're certain you could convince her of anything! Including your clear innocence! And so out spills your story, unsurprisingly a blithering mess of a tale with lots of contradictions. But, how could it not be? Any time you'd catch your words to try to think, she'd press you for more information, constantly scribbling and taking notes. And, worst of all, leaning in and showing you that wobbly, full-chested cleavage of hers. They're so big, they could bury your entire head with ease. She wouldn't even struggle to eclipse your entire vision with her mammaries. She looks to you when the final word of your tall tale is done. She nods. Her eyes shutter closed in a blink that seems to last an eternity, and when they re-open, piercing into you passed her half-moon spectacles, she sunders your entire resolve. <<therapist>>"None of that is true."<</therapist>> The air is thick with tension, your breath seizes in your throat. <<therapist>>"And that's okay. I empathize with the difficulty boys go through being around all these sexually charged girls. And sometimes even the teachers, or counselors, can be too much for them to handle."<</therapist>> She runs her finger along the inside of her collar and shirt, tugging it down further. Your cock is stiff and throbbing already, aside from the actual pain you feel from how hard it is, you can feel the half-cool pre in your boxers smearing against your warm cockflesh. <<therapist>>"It's fine. Don't worry. I think what you did was natural. I mean, who hasn't masturbated at school or work before, hm? I'd be a liar if I said I hadn't. Might have gotten a bit of my excitement on the chairs in here as well, who knows?"<</therapist>> Your breath comes in short, rapid drawings of air, desperation, and lust signaling themselves in your panting demeanor and deep red cheeks. <<therapist>>"Oh? Something wrong? Ah... you didn't get to finish did you?"<</therapist>> No, you hadn't, you'd edged a bunch last night and accidentally today. You want to cum. <<therapist>>"I bet your mind is like scrambled eggs at the moment, isn't it? You'd give anything for a go at your own hand? Or, heaven forbid, a few moments of passion with some older woman, perhaps?"<</therapist>> She rubs her fingertips against the shaft of her resting pen and you swear you can feel the very same touch to your struggling cock. And then with a flick, down rolls the pen under the table. Your eyes go wide, she did that on purpose. <<therapist>>"Could you fetch that for me? It rolled to your side."<</therapist>> You seriously don't believe it did, but you couldn't help but lapse into a hazy, labored cycle of breathing. She doesn't break her eye contact with you but to blink, and so too you can't escape her glare. There is power and presence to it, but not aggression. An invitation was on all her features. The loop of a snare. But her lovely, glistening, full lips. She is barely moving them, pursing them, and running her tongue along the inside, just hinting at what pleasure she could create with her mouth. <<therapist>>"Go on."<</therapist>> [[Continue.|introtherapist3]]

You can't bear that stare, and she's telling you to. This could be it, something wonderful. So you tuck down under the desk. There is a small wooden lip, and below it, treasure. Your eyes drag up passed her black flats, soaking in the sheer of her stockings. You can't help it, when you see her thigh at the edge of her frilly stockings you grab your cock. And right there, hidden between her spread legs and the overhand of her pencil skirt - her panties. A thin, small piece of fabric is all that blocked you from the sight of her delicious pussy. It's hard to tell, but you get the impression, looking at that black shiny lace, that she's got bush. You squeeze your junk over your clothes a few times. A little moan, a whimper, escapes your lips, and she speaks from above. <<therapist>>"Oh? Did you find it?"<</therapist>> You grasp for the pen near you and clutch it tightly, wishing it was on your bare cock stroking instead of this plastic writing utensil. Slowly, her legs close back up again. It was time to resurface. Like a diver running out of air, you return, and pass over her pen with a trembling hand. <<therapist>>"My, my. You're shaking. Are you okay? You know, being so pent up is severely unhealthy. With all this going on, it won't make your time any easier. Why don't you relieve some stress?"<</therapist>> She nudges a box of tissues toward you across the table, once more leaning in to let her fat, wobbling tits come to view. <<therapist>>"I'm sure you're a pro. Just don't make a mess, okay?" The upward inflection in her tone was all you needed, but the stroking she made with her hand, jerking the air off in front of her tits, made you peel your pants off.<</therapist>> [[Resist, hold back.|introtherapist3.5]] [[Give in.|introtherapist3.7]]

A business card came out, presented by the therapist herself. Your mother and the other teachers were simply enthralled by her presentation. She had it all on hand so readily. She played it off as just a coincidence, but you could feel it was fake. She had set this up. CenSight. They specialized in prosthetics and implants for children with impairments, mostly auditory or visual ones. Recently, to combat a rise in porn addiction in young men, they expanded into a line of live censorship implants. Nudity of all sorts would be blurred and blocked. The future is here, and it's a nightmare for sheepish hand-humping beta males like yourself. No way your bully would have gotten caught jerking off and pushed to receive an implant, no, if he wants to get off he dumps his load in his girlfriend. Instead, you're trying to curl up into a ball in an office, smelling slightly of your own cum, wishing you'd die as your mother vehemently agrees with the therapist's statistics and charts. CenSight's implants have a proven track record, don't think too much about how fast it was pushed through trials, it's just that good. Your mom doesn't even stop to think about how the implant will be put in you, or how much it would cost, she is enraptured by the therapist. Now, suddenly, the therapist is stiff and professional. And at some point, she'd buttoned up her blazer. What a cunt. The ride home in the passenger seat was grueling, actually torturous silence. And the days ahead would be no better. [[Continue.|cencorp]]

You decide to be a good boy and go to her office like she tells you. There is a small, high-set window like one finds in a basement, and it's the only thing offering light to the room. Mrs. Taylor's office had a strange aura to it in its emptiness. This was her personal space, but without her, it felt liminal. It smelled slightly of her, her sweat, and her unique aroma. Not unpleasant at all, in fact, quite appealing. Her desk was messy, pencils and pens haphazardly strewn about a paper calendar. Books, ledgers, balls, and trophies lined her bookshelf, as well as a few other strange items. Why she was in possession of a peculiar doll was beyond you. It was a lynx creature dressed in a uniform quite like her own. Something about its expression was very smug. All of these items were adorned with a slight layer of dust, and the air twinkled with particles. It wasn't difficult to find the few pairs of folded-up gym clothes that you could borrow. They were laid on a trunk you at first thought was a little bench. Upon leaning over to grab them, you noticed the duffel back tucked along the side of Mrs. Taylor’s desk. Stuffed into the open duffel was a set of clothes, used by the look of them. Mrs. Taylor's workout briefs, a pair of panties, a t-shirt, and her used shoes. The panties just barely poked out from the bundle of other spent clothing, a pink and rolled bit of fabric. Right beside them was a well-worn, beat pair of white trainers that were so used they were greying at points. The heels of them were darkened nearly black with use, and for some reason, looking at them accelerated your heart. A goldmine. There isn't a chance her used sneakers aren't absolutely deliciously imbued with her scent, what with the running and working out she does. Similarly, her panties must have been rubbing up against her pussy for hours in sweltering conditions. The very thought of what those pinkish panties have seen made your knees weak. [[Investigate her dirty panties.|pe-briefs]] [[Investigate her stuffy shoes.|pe-shoes]]

<<blanche>>“Many boys your age do, that’s why our lenses have become so popular. Our patient’s outcomes are far in advance of other treatment programs.”<</blanche>> She smirks. You’ve heard the spiel a half-dozen times now and it's annoying and preachy every time. Something about her countenance perks your interest, you can’t place it but when she begins talking about the lenses’ performance it seems like she’s lying. [[Continue.|cencorpintroexit]]

<<blanche>>"I know for an absolute certainty that you are not."<</blanche>> She chides you with a click of her tongue and shakes her head dismissively, her eyes glowering and seeming to creepily shift as she looks you over. <<blanche>>"Why you would waste your time lying about it eludes me, but it's part of the reason you're here."<</blanche>> [[Continue.|cencorpintroexit]]

<<blanche>>"She's an attractive woman. Someone your age, I don't blame you, I suppose. But when you stare at the sun too long, you go blind." She snickers in a tone dripping with malice. "And what about me? Am I attractive?"<</blanche>> [[Stare at her tits.]] [[Yes.|devyes]] [[No.|devno]]

<<blanche>>“You did indeed if the report is to be believed. It’s good to admit such things. It frees the mind. I hope it was worth it. You won’t be seeing one for a long while.”<</blanche>> She beams a grin as if saying that brought her immense joy. <<blanche>>“Did you prefer women’s asses to their chests? I guess it doesn’t matter now. You won’t be able to see either.”<</blanche>> [[Continue|cencorpintroexit]]

She flashes a slight grin that is stifled to something colder. <<blanche>>"Would you like to see them?"<</blanche>> She locks the door from afar, the only indications being the flash of her eyes and the sound of the door's mechanism clanking. She unbuttons her shirt, the level and cold stare she gives you is withering, but undeniably titillating. It makes your mouth run dry, but there is a building fear, distress... Each button increases your temperature, and the tightness in your chest. The shirt parts, and her bra - simple, black cloth and nothing special - is revealed. Along with a pixelated mush hiding her cleavage. So too her bra is undone, with a clip in the middle. And a black bar. You want to cry. You also want to touch yourself. <<blanche>>"Like them?"<</blanche>> Yes? No? Maybe so? How could you tell? It's the first time a woman's ever taken her shirt off in front of you, and you can't see anything. There is an awful shard of ice that runs up your back, with the firm realization that if by some divine miracle you get a girl in private you won't be able to see a thing. An evil smile curls across her features, and away her tits go. For you, not much has changed. [[Continue.|cencorpintroexit]] <<set $hackerBreasts = true>>\

She turns her face to the side and her nose up, proud. She even puffs out her smallish chest more. <<blanche>>"Good answer. Unfortunately for you I am only into women. I am incredibly happy with my current girlfriend."<</blanche>> She pushes her glasses further along her nose. <<blanche>>"She is a doctor, in a way."<</blanche>> She says no more, but her expression speaks to a secret she's holding onto. [[Continue|cencorpintroexit]]

No. She isn't attractive. She's plain and a damn villain, as far as you're concerned. This does not please her one bit. Her features darken and she growls, her lip twitching. <<blanche>>"I'll show you what happens to rude, pathetic boys like yourself."<</blanche>> She draws up her keyboard, and with a typing speed you didn't know possible, does something. The keyboard clacks are loud, a mechanical one, and expensive by the looks of it. Just as you're observing her spider-like fingers taka-taka'ing, the world goes black. Oh no! You try to open your eyes, to blink. Dark, all dark. Did she blind you? Did she nullify your vision? <<blanche>>"I hope you are more kind to me in the future, $name."<</blanche>> With a single keystroke, all is back to normal. What isn't normal, is the horrible feeling of dismay laying in your belly like a stone. [[Continue.|introfinal]]

She sighs and returns back to her desk. <<blanche>>"You'll need to check in again for adjustments and maintenance in about two weeks, but you're free to be released. Have you called your... mother?" She says that final word with an odd emphasis of distaste.<</blanche>> <<if $hackerBreasts>>\ No, you hadn't. You offer your answer meekly, being blocked from seeing her tits was depressing, to say the least. <</if>>\ <<blanche>>"You should do that. Please exit my office now. You can refer to some of the maps around to return to the lobby."<</blanche>> She turns her eyes from you, to her desktop, a huff of dismissal and finality following the taka-taka of her typing something. [[Continue.|introfinal]]

The weekend, aside from some minor eye pain also carried the joy of trying to avoid your mother's withering glare. But it softens over the course of the days off. Unfortunately, your girlfriend was away with her family for the weekend as well, so it was just you and your thoughts. Unable to fish for any ERP, you tried giving porn a try. It was a mess, all cocks and the nonsexual portions of the girls. You did jerk off, of course, but you spent a lot more time doing it out of sheer frustration. You have a notion that maybe the implant was working. After all, several times you thought it'd be better to go play Windcraft than masturbate given how restrictive porn was. [[Your first day of school is upon you.|first day of school]]

You take a long, shuddering breath and draw up your confidence. You walk right up to your Bully's girlfriend, $bullygf. Being the stud of the school, his girl was as hot as he was handsome. Sun-kissed, tanned skin, bleach-blonde hair, long and garish pink nails. And an athletic and toned body that kept all of her over-developed feminine assets. With her boyfriend nowhere to be seen, she was spending time with her friends. They were all drawn up in a half circle on and around some benches, tapping on their phones loudly and snickering. You walk up to them, and like a deer being stared at by wolves, you freeze up. <<gyaru>>"Hey, $name. Why the fuck are you standing by me?"<</gyaru>> [img[setup.img + 'gyaru2.png']] Her voice lilts with a pleasant girlishness with her greeting, then dips to a callous and demeaning one with her question. You wanted to apologize for yesterday. <<gyaru>>"When you got your disgusting loser germs on my man? You should apologize to him, not me. Unless you're afraid he's going to knock your teeth out."<</gyaru>> You mutter something but it's stifled by her crossing over her legs again, her short socks and trainers covering nothing from her ankles up to several inches into absolute territory. The ruffle of her pleated skirt cast a shadow over her most envious areas: plump and athletic thighs and grabbable hips. <<gyaru>>"Are you looking at my legs, perv?"<</gyaru>> She leans forward and growls. Her friends laugh and gawk, like vultures looking down at a lion's prey, waiting for the carcass. <<gyaru>>"You're just as gross as Stacy and Karen said you were. Going to think about this when you go home and jerk it, dork? Get out of here before I text my boyfriend."<</gyaru>> With a huff and a fluster of exasperation, you totter off, having failed in whatever goals you'd set out to handle this time. <<set $playerBully = 2>>\ [[Continue.|Schoolexit]]

The school nurse is always eye-catching. Not absurdly hot, she is plain-faced. But still, there was an allure to her body. She mostly keeps her hair in a tall ponytail. Her uniform was a light blue sort, scrubs, and most of the time you'd seen her nitrile gloves. Her bust filled out her scrubs amply, and her ass and thighs were squeezed by her pants, the crease of fabric seemed to cup around her butt and hips deliciously. <<nurse>>"Oh, $name, I was wondering when you'd drop by. The therapist told me you needed some physical inspections to make sure you were okay?"<</nurse>> She was, as ever, strapping on a new pair of gloves with a snap. She looked over some charts while casting a half-smile back at you. Not a hint of malice to be found, but in recent days you've been seeing villainy in the smiles of all women. <<nurse>>"And how is your implant? It's a behavioral one it seems. You were always so well-behaved. I'm surprised."<</nurse>> You begin to explain yourself, but when she flips over to the next page on your chart her smile fades. <<nurse>>"Oh. I see." She lays it aside. "Let's just get this over with."<</nurse>> [img[setup.img + 'nurse2.jpg']] The air in the room goes from calm and ordinary to a bit stiff and awkward, but the nurse tries to make up for it a bit over time with cheerful bedside manners. By the time you're coughing so she can listen to your heart, and… "Well that all works... please remove your clothing." You do so, your shirt at least. Then more slowly your belt. You go for the button on your pants but take pause. She nods encouragingly. <<nurse>>"It's okay, have to give him a look too. Make sure it all works."<</nurse>> You assure her it works just fine. <<nurse>>"Even so it's important to check!"<</nurse>> <<if $chastity is false>> You try to hesitate more but she isn't relenting. So, down goes your pants, and afterward the boxers. [[Continue.|session1a]] <<else>> Down your boxers go, and you flinch, shutting closed your eyes. You're caged. <<nurse>>The nurse snorts a laugh and then quickly collects herself. "Excuse me, but what is this?"<</nurse>> It's to prevent you from masturbating, it's a chastity cage. <<nurse>>"Aha, you have a masturbation addiction. I see. Boys with smaller penises often find the need to play with them more to compensate. And, also, because they receive less touch from partners." The nurse says that with such confidence that you tremble.<</nurse>> Before you can even try to defend yourself, to put up some resistance, pulling your pants up. <<nurse>>"It's bad to lie to your doctor. Or your nurse. But, you need to return when you have your little 'growth' free if we're to proceed!"<</nurse>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <</if>>

<<nurse>>"Okay, how long is your penis when hard?"<</nurse>> You aren't sure, but it's beginning to stand up. She unfurls a tape measure and takes it to hand as it begins to grow, her hand slightly touching the base to hold it. Across the top goes the ruler and, "Hmph... I see." See what? Something bad? It's very long, right? <<nurse>>"Oh, it's the longest penis I've ever seen, that's very impressive, $name."<</nurse>> You don't buy that. <<nurse>>"I am sorry, I thought that would make you feel better. No, it's actually quite small. It's below average for your age. In fact, you've got the penis of someone several school grades beneath you. Meaning, even Freshmen in this academy on average have longer penises than yours."<</nurse>> She speaks in a calm, direct, and almost caring manner. It doesn't help the blow she's delivering land any softer! And yet, your dick twitches at her words, which she regards with a little concern. You ask if she likes little penises. <<nurse>>"No. But, other girls may. And many men have to use their tongues and fingers during intercourse anyway, it's okay."<</nurse>> You and her sit in silence for a while longer, until she tells you to redress. She writes some notes in your chart with a bit of humming, and you're left to soak in the events and their humiliating content quietly. <<nurse>>"All done. But, $name, if you ever want a place to rest your head or need a break from class, you may come here. Just so long as you aren't taking up a bed for someone who is actually sick, okay~?"<</nurse>> That was certainly a surprise, but a very welcome one. With a brief goodbye, and your erection wilting, you feel a mite bit better than before. <<set $playerNurse = 2>>\ [[Continue.|Schoolexit]]

The rest of your school day passes without issue, and it's back home when the final bell rings. [[Home.|room]]

Very boring, but safe. Lunch passes by quietly. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]]

You decide to make use of the nurse's offer today. She isn't very busy it seems, which leads you to wonder just how much work she actually does. The two of you talk about her job, and your schooling, in a casual but engaging manner. It wasn't so bad at all. [img[setup.img + 'nurse1.png']] After a while, she urges you to return to class. <<if $corruption >10>> You go to leave, but something stays your hand. You turn and ask the nurse for advice with an issue that has really been bothering you. Your excessive masturbation. She's a doctor, right? Maybe she could help. There is a woeful glimmer in her eye, something between desire and surprise that gives you a naughty shiver. <<nurse>>"Come see me again soon, and I will have a solution, okay! I need to do some research first."<</nurse>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $playerNurse = 3>>\ <<else>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <</if>>

Angry doesn't describe how you felt walking into the therapist's office. If it were possible, steam would be sprouting from your ears. Your face warps into a scowl and you cast dagger eyes into her immediately when you sit down. There is a moment of silence. She doesn’t budge from her wry little smile that you read as possessing the smugness of a thousand suns. Finally, she separated her hands that were clasped under her chin. <<therapist>>"So, $name, how do you feel?"<</therapist>> Bad. Real bad. <<therapist>>"Is the treatment not working? Have you still been... masturbating?" Her head turns slightly, voice lilting up at this.<</therapist>> You stay silent, only a little grumble coming from your throat. <<therapist>>"If you aren't cooperative, these counseling sessions are going to be a lot more difficult."<</therapist>> Enough of this nonsense. You lay your cards on the table. You're going to tell your mother, then the principal, then anyone who will listen about what really happened. <<therapist>>Her eyes flash wide, not in fear but surprise and perhaps amusement. "Will you now?"<</therapist>> She stands and walks over to you, heels thudding a few times even with the carpeting here. She leans over, her lips right by your ear. <<therapist>>"You know this room has a camera installed in it?"<</therapist>> She leans back. You shake your head no, more than a little confused why she is bringing this up. Then it begins to dawn on you. And as the scowl softens on your face, and fear sets in, her confidence surges. <<therapist>>Her lips spread in a cruel grin. "Unless you want every student's phone to be sent a video of you handhumping your little dink, you should be cooperative with me."<</therapist>> Your chest gets tight. <<therapist>>"It would be difficult convincing any girl to give you the time of day once they know what you're packing." She curls her pinky at you, but then looks at it, straightened out, nail and all. "This is too generous, isn't it? How big is it?"<</therapist>> You shake your head no. <<therapist>>"Still got fight in you? Imp—"<</therapist>> You don't know. <<therapist>>"Ah, if that's the case. I will write you a note. You will have a complete bodily inspection. Penis and all."<</therapist>> You begin to blither questions and confusion, and she smacks her hand down on the table. <<therapist>>"Shut it. I hate, and loathe, ''males'' who stammer, drool, slobber, beg, and plead. Ahem, at least the ones that do it without it being asked. You will take what I do to you. And you will come to love it or suffer in silence."<</therapist>> You still squeak out a simple 'why', why is she doing this? <<therapist>>"Isn't it obvious?" She returns behind her desk, dipping low for a draw to fetch something, her voice a little softer now. "It makes me wet."<</therapist>> Your blushing now isn't from the fleeting anger, it's from a concoction of arousal and bewilderment. <<therapist>>"I am not pointlessly cruel." She scribbles out a note allowing you a visit to the nurse, and atop it is a flash drive. "Be sure to visit the nurse sometime this week or next, preferably before our next meeting."<</therapist>> You nod, folding the note in your pocket, and taking the flash drive. <<therapist>>"A sign of good faith? A few pictures of me in lingerie. Feel free to inspect them at your leisure. They're just some tasteful pictures, no nudity. Not that you could see such anyway."<</therapist>> Your heart accelerates as you look over the thumb drive in your palm. <<therapist>>"Oh, your assignment this week."<</therapist>> You return your eyes to hers, looking out over her glasses. <<therapist>>"Masturbate every day until our next meeting. Twice a day if your dicklet has the energy for it. I want you wasting as much of that filth into Kleenex as I can force you to."<</therapist>> Your eyes flutter, and she looks up at the clock to her side. "We have a few more minutes but, you're free to go. I need you more malleable before we do any more work." ''You may now visit the nurse during your school day'' <<set $nurseEnabled = true>>\ <<set $playerTherapist = 2>>\ <<set $hasUsb = true>>\ [[Continue.|Schoolexit]]

You head to the nurse today and ask for some advice. You've been gooning far, far too long! It's eating into your daily activities. <<nurse>>"Jerking off too much? I thought your implant was supposed to help rein in those masturbatory urges?"<</nurse>> There are factors that make that difficult. <<nurse>>"Well, there is a method I know of. It can lead to some problems down the line. But you should be fine. It worked for another boy."<</nurse>> That sounds promising. <<nurse>>"How do you masturbate now?"<</nurse>> You describe your jackhammering deathgrip. <<nurse>>"Ah, no, no. That is far too rough. You need to be more delicate with a penis of your size. For now, just use your thumb and index finger, and gently stroke it. Remember to apply a bit of pressure to the frenulum."<</nurse>> You stare blankly at her for more reasons than one. "That's the portion on the underside of the penis leading up to the head. Anyway, it may take longer to ejaculate at first but keep trying your best!" She says this with a cheerleader's vigor and a small tit-bouncing jump. "Come talk to me again about it, once you can notice a difference, and we'll see how your treatment is coming along." You somehow highly doubt reducing the amount of stimulation you're giving yourself will help cut back on jerk-off time, but she's a nurse and you're not, so maybe she knows something. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $playerNurse = 4>>

The building they took you to for the procedure was an uncomfortable mix of corporate office and hospital. You weren't sure whether to be entranced or put off by how hi-tech everything was. ProsLife claimed to be on the bleeding edge of prosthetic technology and they certainly didn't lie. The rooms being adorned with smart devices and a general 'internet of things’ all connected to your new prosthetic eyes was small comfort when put against the reality of their purpose. Punishment and behavior correction. After a few days of healing while bedridden, the pain in your eyes and head finally abated and it was time for some final tests. You're shuffled off to another small office with a stern-looking woman inside. What strikes you first is her piercing glare, she has prosthetic eyes as well - and far, far more obviously so. Lines and angles were stitched around her iris and all lead to her pupil-like rivers emptying back to the ocean. She isn't by any means unattractive, but she possesses that undeniable irritable disposition of a nerd-girl who's experienced a friendless upbringing. A resting bitch face and a desire for revenge, you suspect. [img[setup.img + 'blanche.png']] <<blanche>>"$name, how are you feeling?"<</blanche>> Your eyes still ache. <<blanche>>"You'll get some pain relievers, don't worry. My name is Miss Blanche."<</blanche>> She stands from her desk and leans on it. Her boyish features aren't helped by her trousers and tucked-in shirt. Her bust is small and unimpressive, yet you find your eye drawn there. Either by horny-brained desire for tits, or fear of the prosthetic's programming actually being functional. <<blanche>>"We're going to look at some pictures, please describe what you see."<</blanche>> [[Continue.|cencorp1]]

With a pang of embarrassment and self-realization of how pathetic it is, you go for her shoes. Her panties are right there, and yet you’ve gone to fawn over her sweaty shoes. But how could you not? They were terribly worn, and as you kneel to get close to them, the air around them is thick with the stench of her exertion. It was a bizarrely offensive, but alluring scent. Mrs. Taylor's feet, you could practically taste them, as you sniffed the darkened soles of sneakers. With a dangerous throb in your cock, you cup and sniff at one of her shoes, suffocating yourself in the rich, cloudy musk of her feet. A moan rolls from your throat against your will, and you begin lewdly gripping at your groin against your own best efforts. [img[setup.img + 'gymshoes.png']] The smell is so intensely, horrifically delicious, you nearly pump your seed into your school pants. In fear of cumming yourself, you quickly whip out your cock. Absurd thoughts of rutting her shoe and orgasming deeply inside it pollute your mind as your tongue and nose are inundated with 'her'. You barely get a pair of strokes out, bucking at the air with a lewd tingle to your loins that signals your depraved desperation before a shrill voice snaps you out of it. <<generic>>"Ew!" A young female voice calls, "What the fuck!"<</generic>> You whip your head around with a panicked pant, seeing Mrs. Taylor and a pair of cheerleaders staring down at you with abhorrent disgust. <<pe>>"$name, put that fu—grrh, put that away and drop my shoe. You goddam pervert. Stand up, right now."<</pe>> The jig is up. [[Continue.|introtherapist]] <<set $corruption += 2>>

Never mind the shoes, the holy grail of perverted finds was right beside them. You dove for the panties with a tremble to your fingers, excitement coursing through your body. Your blood was pumping such that you could hear the ring in your ears. Mrs. Taylor's panties were a delicate pink, faded with washes, and soft to the touch. You delicately probed the air with sniffs, feeling the fabric between your fingers. A whimper ripples from your lips as you realize you're indirectly touching her sweetest spot. Your heart nearly burst when you brushed a thumb over the crotch of the panties and noticed they were still a little warm. You couldn’t waste this chance, this golden opportunity, to paint her panties in your semen. Evidence? Getting caught? No, not possible. No one could be that unlucky. In fact, this was a reward of sorts. Karmatic repayment for your embarrassing morning. Your cock is leaking, drippy with excitement, as you consider licking her panties, rubbing them across your nose as you try to get a grip on your cock. You're so on edge from the lack of release that even getting a hold on your dick makes you ready to blow. You barely get a pair of strokes out, bucking at the air with a lewd tingle to your loins that signals your depraved desperation before a shrill voice snaps you out of it. <<generic>>"Ew!" A young female voice calls, "What the fuck!"<</generic>> You whip your head around with a panicked pant, seeing Mrs. Taylor and a pair of cheerleaders staring down at you with abhorrent disgust. <<pe>>"$name, put that fu—grrh, put that away, and drop my underwear. You goddam pervert. Stand up, right now."<</pe>> The jig is up. [[Continue.|introtherapist]] <<set $corruption += 2>>

[img[setup.img + 'bedroom.jpg']] Home, sweet home. Mom isn't back from work, so you have run of the house. It also means you have to make your own meals and look after yourself. After taking care of your daily tasks, you resolve to spend the remainder of your evening doing something enjoyable. [[Closet.|closet]] <<if $method is "Normal">> [[Masturbate.|porncomputer]] <<else>> [[Masturbate.|nurseporn]] <</if>> <<set $vidyaLink = 'vidya' + $playerVidya>>\ <<link 'Play video games and stream.' $vidyaLink>><</link>> [[Visit the mall.|mall]] [[Work a short shift.|weekdaywork]] [[Nap.|room2]]

What will you look at today? [[Vanilla.|vanilla]] [[Feet.|feet]] [[Armpits.|armpits]] [[Femboys.|femboys]] [[ERP with your girlfriend.|erp]] [[Jerk off to clothed women.|clothedporn]] <<if $haspic is true>>\ [[Take a look at a picture of the bully girl.|gyarufap]] <</if>>\ <<if $hasMomsocks is true>>\ [[Jerk off with your Mom's socks.]] <</if>>\ <<if $hasMompanties is true>>\ [[Jerk off with your Mom's panties.]] <</if>>\ <<if $playerQueen is 4>>\ [[Watch Blacked.|blackedporn1]] <</if>>\ <<if $playerQueen >= 5>>\ [[Watch Blacked.|blackedporn]] <</if>>\ <<if $playerNurse >= 4>>\ [[Masturbate like the nurse told you to.|nurseporn]] <</if>>\ <<if $hasUsb is true>>\ [[Take a look at Ms. Patterson's pictures.|keylogporn]] <</if>>\ <<return>> /*Corruption track, score gets higher, unlocks new porn and new nurse scenes.*/

You decide it's time for a fap. It’s time to relieve stress, and it feels nice. And whatever other cope you can think of. Such ideas flitter away as soon as you begin opening your incognito tab. Today it's some vanilla porn. Normal people having normal sex... you think. It's hard to tell, all the good parts are censored. Seeing cocks slide in and disappear behind a censor, or seeing the bar jiggle as a girl bounces her hefty chest, it's just not the same as nudity. There is some strange appeal, maybe borne of desperation. <<set _psg to either( 'vanilla1', 'vanilla2', 'vanilla3', 'vanilla4', )>>\ <<linkreplace "When are you going to have your first time?">> <<include _psg>> <</linkreplace>> You look at some oral, which, surprisingly is still quite arousing. With cocks uncensored, and women's faces uncensored, it's pretty much the same old porn as before! Watching a girl's hand rub at nothing, masturbating, grasping at her censored tits, and fingering a pussy you can't see makes you mind-numbingly desperate. <<if $chastity is false>>You spit your load up with <<if $playerStamina > 86>>some struggle and feel fine<<else>>no effort, and feel relieved<</if>> after.<<else>>While in chastity, all you can do is rub at your cage and tap on it. Useless! There is a slight tingle of pleasure but not nearly enough to get off.<</if>> <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <<set $vanillaTracker = true>> <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>>

You decide it's time for a fap. It's time for something special. Girls are censored, but boys aren't. Why not watch some traps and femboys get dicked down? It's mostly the same. This one is in a maid's outfit, traditionally very girly, and his face is covered - even better! There is a slight unsettling tingle when he lifts up his skirt and there isn't a black bar there, but instead a dick. You've seen so many dongs since the implant was installed that you're half-forgetting what a cunt looks like... <<set _psg to either( 'femboy1', 'femboy2', )>>\ <<linkreplace "What if you looked like that?">> <<include _psg>> <</linkreplace>> <<if $chastity is false>>You notice with a throbbing jump in your palm that the crossdressing bottom bitch's dick is bigger than yours it seems, not by much, but still. It isn't too long before you're worked up and spilling out your cum just as he gets a prostate orgasm jack-hammered into him.<<else>>The reality that even when not in a cramped prison, your cock is smaller than the crossdressing bottom bitch's dick hits just right. It makes your hips raise up in desire. Why did you descide to torture yourself like this? You eventually get tired of being impotently aroused and close the window.<</if>> <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <<set $femboyTracker = true>> <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>>

You decide it's time for a fap. You just want to cum. You go for feet. With everything censored, and all else in your life, your eyes have been drawn to them more and more. It's no surprise, given how you keep your gaze low, that you'd develop an affinity for them. Two girls sniffing and licking each other's feet gets you going. You can't see but their pussies look like they’re tribbing. You can watch them bury their noses in each other's toes plain as day though. <<set _psg to either( 'feet1', 'feet2', 'feet3', 'feet4', )>>\ <<linkreplace "Lust after them.">> <<include _psg>> <</linkreplace>> You find some pictures of female soles that make your pumping extra accelerated. They're just too hot. Some are soft and smooth, others wrinkled and textured. Clean, sweaty. Even some with socks. <<if $chastity is false>>Ejaculating for a girl's feet comes easier than you expected... <<if $playerStamina <= 85>>Easier still with the nurse's training making it harder to hold out.<</if>><<else>>Lusting over feet even while caged just feels right. The cramped strain of your cock in its prison drives you closer and closer to licking your screen in desperation to feel anything. The throbbing doesn't stop, and with your nose fogging up the monitor and tongue ready to taste LCD, you pause... and relent. No more for now.<</if>> <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <<set $feetTracker = true>> <</if>> <<if $playerTherapist >= 3>> <<set $feetCounter += 1>> <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>>

<<if $relationship > 30 && $cuck is true>>\ You decide it's time for a fap. And you try prodding $gfname for ERP. She weasels out of it, rattling off some excuses and explaining why she can't. <<set _psg to either( 'headache', 'fingerache', 'tired', )>>\ <<include _psg>>\ That's fine, you guess. Something feels a little funny. Is she hiding offline on Windcraft? Maybe she's got it closed entirely. That's strange, she's usually happy to get up to some. <<if $relationship < 40>>Is something weird going on... ?<<else>>It becomes clear what happened soon enough, when you get the text logs of her ERPing with her new friend on Windcraft. She drops it on you like a bombshell, and the two of you read it together - imagining her character sucking another man's cock, knelt down in front of him... she even shares a few screen shots of their characters posed together. <<if $chastity is false>>Hard not to cum immediately, but you want to savor this.<<else>>You struggle, throbbing against your chastity cage and it feels almost like you might squirt in your prison, but nothing...<</if>><</if>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <<else>>\ You decide it's time for a fap. And you try prodding $gfname for ERP. She agrees, but only after some cajoling. Her emotes are short, void of detail and take way, way too long. You try your hardest to write good or engaging actions for her but the magic just isn't there on her end. [img[setup.img + 'erp.png']] You ask her what's wrong and she brushes it off. You end up trying to just pump it early to get it over with. You look at her character's model and what snippets she wrote that were vaguely stimulating, <<if $chastity is false>>and had a very mediocre orgasm.<<else>>and have a very boring time. Even in a chastity cage its a struggle to find pleasure this session.<</if>> What's worse is the vague sense of malaise her lack of engagement brought. <<if $late is false>>\ [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>>\ <<else>>\ [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>>\ <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <<set $erpTracker = true>> <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>> <<set $relationship += 3>> <</if>>

<<if $momWeekrelease == true && $dayCounter - $momDaycounter >= 7>>\ Before you completely fall asleep, Mom knocks on your bedroom door and reminds you that it's time to go back into your cage. She tells you not to stir or get up. <<mom>>"Momma's got it!"<</mom>> She brushes down your bedsheets, PJs and underwear. And there in the gloomy half light, she makes your dickie all safe and locked up. <<mom>> "Night, sweetheart."<</mom>> <<set $chastity to true>>\ <<set $momDaycounter to $dayCounter>>\ <<set $momWeekrelease to false>>\ <</if>> Spent, exhausted, seeking rest, you crawl into your comfortable bed and pass on to dream land. <<set $dayCounter += 1>>\ <<if ($dayCounter % 7) < 5>>\ <<set _psg to either( 'mommornshower', 'nicegftext', 'badgftext', 'regular', 'overslept', 'nuditybus', 'momcereal', 'metaldetected', )>>\ <<link 'Time for school!' _psg>><</link>>\ <<else>>\ [[It's the weekend! Finally!|weekend]] <</if>> <<set $late to false>> <<set $camePants to false>>

In your morning rush, worsened by missing your alarm twice, you barely have time to eat. Even so, you pause when you hear it. Mom's home late, and the shower is on. You can tell by the sound of the water she's actually in the shower, the drops falling to the tub around her loudly. Even more exciting, the door is just a little open. Immediately you cringe, and sadness streaks across your expression. This is the exact sort of thing that got you in trouble. You turn away immediately... but, what about just a peek? [[Yes.|mommornshowerpeek]] [[No.|mommornshowerno]] <<if $momStat >= 15>> [[Try pushing your luck, and just openly enter the bathroom!]] <</if>>

You have to, you know it'll be nothing, even without the censors but you need to look. You peek your head in, and immediately the wash of warm air makes your eyes flutter. The pitter of water becomes louder, naturally, as you snake yourself in stealthily to see what could be seen. Nothing but a motherly silhouette, thickly proportioned in all the right ways. The shadowy curve of her heavy chest, obscured by steam and opaque glass both is mercifully undetected by your device. With a small sigh of desire, you steal a second's longer glance before you flee. [[Off to school.|schoolstart]]

With a small sigh of desire, you steal a second's longer glance before you flee. [[Off to school.|schoolstart]]

You awake a bit earlier than normal, roused by a short string of texts from your $gfname. Kind, sweet words of affection, a little bit about her morning. To cap it all off, a loot drop she got in WoW. It makes you smile, and it sets the day off right. Maybe things won't be so bad today? <<if $chastity is true>>Well, aside from your cock being on lockup.<</if>> Then again you've got hours to go... [[Off to school.|schoolstart]] <<set $relationship += 4>>

You awake a bit earlier, roused by a short string of texts from $gfname. The content is annoying. She's clearly frustrated, and disappointed, in you and her game from the evening before. It's uncomfortable and you just know talking to her is going to be a hassle today. The feeling of discomfort lays over your chest like a weighted blanket. It makes the morning bleak and difficult to slog through. You almost welcome the distraction school will bring... <<if $chastity is true>>To say nothing of distracting you from your irritating chastity. Anything to get your mind off the arousal it brings.<</if>> [[Off to school.|schoolstart]] <<set $relationship -= 2>>

You wake just on time and spring from bed. <<if $chastity is true>>Your caged dick feels a little sore, and your morning wood is firmly clamped down. <</if>>Down goes breakfast, clothes on, and out the door. No dallying now. Things are happening. [[Off to school.|schoolstart]]

Your alarm isn't strong enough to rouse you from your deep slumber, and it's a race to get your ass in gear and onto the bus. Some days really make you wish you had a car, or better, didn't have school. <<if $blackmail is true>> As if it could get any worse, you arrive late to homeroom and have the whole class looking at you. There is an awkward silence that some brunette with glasses breaks. Looking smug, hands folded together she says loud and clear, "Hey little dick!" The riotous laughter that follows burns your cheeks red. You tuck your head low and trudge to your class, gritting your teeth at the twitching erection you're hiding. <</if>> [[Off to school.|schoolstart]]

Getting up in the morning is an easy task. This means you're on the early route of the bus, with all the working stiffs. Including an eye-catching woman in a tight red dress. She is practically spilling from it. Why is she dressed so lewdly? An interview? Your implant casually mosaics her cleavage and legs on and off, shifting and changing as the breaking and acceleration of the bus make her sway. You can't help but stare, even with the censors, and so do others. The girl is beet-red with embarrassment once she realizes she’s attracting men’s gaze like a magnet. What did she expect? You make eye contact with a fellow student, he's a grade below you but looks far more manlier than you already. A firm face and dark hair. He gives you a conspiratorial smile just before standing, leaning over for the stop tape, and bumping into the woman right as the bus brakes. Jiggle! Bounce! Freed... tits, freed. Bare, apparently, as all you can see is a black bar. There is an immediate murmur, mixed surprise, and enjoyment. <<if $playerStamina < 50>>Your jaw goes slack as the sight triggers something deep in you. Before you can stop it, you're having a premature accident. A ruined, spoiled, sudden orgasm leaks out into your $underwear in fitful spurts. You desperately cover your pants with your bag, praying it isn't visible. The bus ride is hellish.<<else>>The student soaks in the sight and gives you a knowing glance, as if to say, 'Hot, huh?' You can only smile back nervously and ogle the censor bar more as she hastily pulls her dress back up and exits the bus in shame. Everyone, every single person, got to see them but you. That thought lingers with you a while. You don't even have the smallest notion of what color her nipples were, or really even just how big they were... pain.<</if>> [[Off to school.|schoolstart]]

[img[setup.img + 'highschool.png']] Another, new, fresh day of hell. You tucked your head down to your shoulders like a turtle and tried to avoid all eye contact. You felt like every face, pair of eyes, and phone camera was pointed at you. <<if $underwear is "Panties">>\ Against the little voice's best judgment, you slipped on mom's underwear this morning, pulling it close to your junk. With a pleasant shudder and a slight twitch, you realize how snugly they fit against your undersized member. You conceal them and triple-check that the girly pink waistband isn't visible over your trouser's belt line. The silky kiss of your mommy's underwear against your cock confounds you during the day, making each movement a thrill and horror show. A looming fear of your secret being revealed hangs over your head. <</if>>\ Lunch comes, and it takes far too long, it always does. <<if $blackmail is true>>The occasional stares, glances, and laughs directed your way seem a lot more intense than normal. Like an ice cube running down your back you think on the blackmail Ms. Patterson released. Do they know?<</if>> Who will you talk to? <<if ($dayCounter % 7) is 0>> <<set $therapistLink = 'stage' + $playerTherapist>>\ <<link 'Therapist.' $therapistLink>><</link>> ''You need to talk to Ms. Patterson today.'' <<else>> <<set $bullyLink = 'payment' + $playerBully>>\ <<link 'Bully\'s girlfriend and her friends.' $bullyLink>><</link>> <<if $nurseEnabled>> <<set $nurseLink = 'session' + $playerNurse>>\ <<link 'Nurse.' $nurseLink>><</link>> <</if>> <<if $playerTrap > 0>>\ <<set $trapLink = 'visit' + $playerTrap>>\ <<link '$boyname.' $trapLink>><</link>>\ <</if>>\ <<if $mathTeach is true>>\ <<set $mathLink = 'math' + $playerMath>>\ <<link 'Visit Ms. Highwood.' $mathLink>><</link>> <</if>>\ <<if $playerStamina <= 30 && $chastity == false>>\ [[Help the nurse with her class.|nursesexedstart]] <</if>> [[No one.]] <</if>>

<<therapist>>"Did you use your reward?"<</therapist>> Ms. Patterson's voice is stern and forward, hints of annoyance are peaking through her usually calm and in-control tone. She stands up from her desk, folding her arms under her bust. She puffs it out, rightly assuming her cleavage would weaken your resolve. [[No.|nokeylog]] <<if $watcher is false>> [[Yes.|nokeyloglie]] <<else>> [[Yes.|stage2f]] <</if>>

You admit you haven't taken a look at the pictures of her. <<therapist>>"What's the matter, intimidated? This evening you will look at what I sent you, and worship those pixels on your screen. Do you understand?"<</therapist>> She leans forward, your eyes blurring the view of her tits. You nod hurriedly. <<therapist>>"Then you're dismissed, begone. And don't disappoint me again."<</therapist>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]]

You lie and tell her you have, but you haven't. <<therapist>>"You're lying."<</therapist>> She dips herself forward, slapping a palm down on her desk to emphasize her point. <<therapist>>"This evening you will look at what I sent you, and worship those pixels on your screen. Do you understand?"<</therapist>> You hurriedly nod. <<therapist>>"Then you're dismissed. Don't disappoint me again!"<</therapist>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]]

What is a more relaxing and appropriate end to the day than some video games? Just for the hell of it, you throw up a stream to an online streaming site, Twatch. Unremarkably, what few viewers you get say nothing and leave. But you don't care much. [img[setup.img + 'livestream.png']] You spent the evening hours taka-taka'ing at the computer, killing, looting, winning and losing until you feel your eyes begin to tire and you're slumped in your chair. <<if $late is false>>\ [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>>\ <<else>>\ [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>>\ <<set $viewers += Math.floor(Math.random() * 5) + 1>>\ ''Your current number of viewers is: <<print $viewers>>'' <<if $viewers > 15>> <<set $playerVidya = 2>> <</if>>

$bullygf was alone. Perfect time to visit her and, grovel and gawk. She was sat cross-legged on the bench she liked, loudly typing on her phone. The ticker-tack of her long nails on the screen was almost pleasing. Her leg kicked with annoyed taps, her flat hanging from her tights. Imagining the scent of them made your chest tight. You muster up your courage, motivated by lust, to walk up to her. When you draw up close and stutter out a hello. The second, before she replies, hangs in the air like a nuclear warhead. But nothing comes! She merely nods and focuses on her phone. She's playing a mobage, some gacha it sounds like. You know that one, it's Galecalf! She scoots over on the bench, and seems to silently offer the seat to you. You cannot refuse, sitting in the warm spot she was just in and looking over. She was making pulls, nothing but blues and a pity purple. She groans and rolls her eyes. You comment on the purple, it's a new character. The two of you get to talking, and she opens up a lot. She's more relaxed than you expected, leaning in towards you, smiling and even laughing a few times. <<gyaru>>"Yeah, I've already gotten her like eight times. I wanted the limited banner. That guy is handsome."<</gyaru>> She goes to make another ten-pull, but she's out of gems. She looks at you with an almost piercing glare. <<gyaru>>"You play this, right? You can trade gems between friends."<</gyaru>> Your breathing pauses as you stare dumbly at her, unable to formulate words. <<gyaru>>"Give me enough for a few more pulls and I'll let you add me."<</gyaru>> [img[setup.img + 'gyaru1.png']] You swallow harshly, mouth going a bit dry. There is a moment's hesitation before your hands go to your pocket, you swipe away a text notification from your girlfriend, this is urgent! You pop open the game, and with her staring at you, of course now is the time it lags on startup. <<gyaru>>“You stalling or something?”<</gyaru>> You rapidly shake your head no, explaining how it’s slow to open sometimes. You feel like a mouse pleading to a cat. She texts you her friend code. Now you have her phone number //and// as a friend in Galecalf? Thank fuck you caught her alone. You send over gems enough for a ten-pull. Then she asks for more. All of them even. It's weeks of daily grinds, and a few hundred you bought too. But she’s staring at you, there is no way you can say no. Especially because you made her wait with those long load times. So you send them over, with a funny feeling growing between your legs. She makes a single pull, just one. Gold! The banner character! She cheers and swings an arm around you in a half-hug. You can just barely smell the saline of sweat on her underarm. Worth every gem. <<gyaru>>"Maybe you're a good luck charm, $name? Next time I pull you better be around."<</gyaru>> <<set $playerBully = 3>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]]

<<gyaru>>"You have money on you, right? I need it."<</gyaru>> You do, it’s cash from your allowance. The last little bit from before the 'bad times.' You'd not dared ask for more. $bullygf holds out her hand expectantly, palm up, slightly folded, like she was waiting for your cock to be placed right there. Her leaned-in stance gives you a fantastic look at her buttoned-down school blouse, the crest of her cleavage. Just the slightest rim of her white bra was visible. Not enough, somehow, to have your censor go off - thank god. You already know what you're hammering your hand to tonight. Your trembling hand reaches into your pocket, vision warbling as you look on in mixed delight and horror at your simple leather wallet drifting right into her palm. [img[setup.img + 'gyaru3.png']] Wait! You're doing that! $bullygf smirks wickedly, leaning back and away from you and denying any further view of her breasts. She fingers through your wallet, counting out the bills both scruffy and fresh, flicking through them like it was her own purse. The way her fingers glided in and along the edges of the leather and pockets of the wallet made your breath catch and dick twitch, face flush with blushing. <<if $playerMoney >40>> "Are you okay, sicko? You look like you're going to have a panic attack, it's just forty bucks. Ask Mommy for more when you get home." She flicks the wallet back in your lap, bopping your dicklet with it. <<gyaru>>"Now get out of here, I want some alone time."<</gyaru>> You gulp, nod, and scurry to the restroom with your hard-on. <<set $playerMoney -=40>>\ <<set $tribute +=40>>\ [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $playerBully = 4>> <<else>> She snarls, looking at whats in your wallet. <<gyaru>>"Ew, what are you like poor or something?"<</gyaru>> Apparently you didn't have enough, she wants more from and you aren't providing. <<gyaru>>"I expect a simping tribute of at least forty bucks next time we speak, okay? Do it and I'll give you something really cool.<</gyaru>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <</if>>

[img[setup.img + 'bedroom_weekend.jpg']] It's the weekend. Seeing as you're a loser shut in, your options are quite limited. [[Closet.|weekendcloset]] [[Visit the mall.|mall]] <<if $method is "normal">>\ [[Masturbate.|porncomputer]] <<else>>\ [[Masturbate.|nurseporn]] <</if>>\ <<set $vidyaLink = 'vidya' + $playerVidya>>\ <<link 'Play video games and stream.' $vidyaLink>><</link>> [[Work your horrible job.|work]] [[Sleep the day away, rest.|sleep]] [[Spend time with your girlfriend.|gfweekendmenu]] <<if $momStat >= 8>>\ [[Spend time with your Mom.|momweekendmenu]] <</if>>

You're plunged into the drudgery of your teenage job. Nothing but a monotonous loop of repetitious tasks. The minutes seem to crawl by as you mechanically follow instructions, the humdrum nature of the work leaving you daydreaming of more exciting pursuits. Your mind often wanders, desperate for a break from the routine that's become all too familiar. Yet, amidst the tedium, you find small moments of camaraderie with your coworkers, sharing knowing glances that silently communicate your collective yearning for the clock to strike quitting time. You wonder if maybe things won't be so bad. Often times your coworkers are far kinder to you than your schoolmates. Keep up hope... You made $100 bucks! <<if $playerQueen is 1>> [[Make an effort to try and socialize a little.|workgoth]] <<else>> <<set $queenLink = 'queen' + $playerQueen>>\ <<link 'Hang out with Sabrina.' $queenLink>><</link>> <</if>> [[You're exhausted.|sleep]] <<set $playerMoney +=100>>\

<<therapist>>"Let's take a look here," Ms. Patterson says, clicking her nails to her keyboard. The sound would be sedating if her presence wasn't so intimidating.<</therapist>> You clutch at your legs, what new fresh hell could she possibly make you endure? <<if $vanillaTracker is true>>\ She gazes lazily at her computer screen and tuts, looking back at you. <<therapist>>"Boring and normal, what do they call it? Vanilla? I am somewhat surprised you spend any time looking at this. Doubly so after your implant. Tsk."<</therapist>> She shakes her head dismissively. <</if>>\ <<if $femboyTracker is true>>\ <<therapist>>"Now this one is a surprise." You can hear the scratch of her mouse's scroll wheel as she flicks it rapidly. "Boys crossdressing? Do you want to be like them, or do you just like looking at them? I wonder." She taps her lip with her fingernail.<</therapist>> <<therapist>>"It might not be too long before you're just like them." The way she licks her lips like she is staring at a chocolate cake gives you a shudder.<</therapist>> <</if>>\ <<if $erpTracker is true>>\ A laugh strikes her as she reads something from her computer, muttering. She begins reading off a direct emote you wrote during an ERP with your girlfriend. Hearing those words read back to you makes it feel like you got struck on the head with a frying pan. <<therapist>>"I wish I could have seen your partner's reply. Who was it you were giving such a ravishing?"<</therapist>> Your heart sinks in your chest and you get an awful feeling of embarrassment and discomfort. <</if>>\ <<if $feetTracker is true>>\ She takes her time reviewing her computer, you get the sense she isn't thinking about whatever is on there itself so much as what she intends to say, based on her expression. <<therapist>>Eventually, it spills out, softly, a single word, "Feet."<</therapist>> <<therapist>>She snickers, adjusting her glasses. "Women's feet catch your eye, is that so? These coming weeks may be easier than anticipated," an ominous tone lilts her words.<</therapist>> <<therapist>>"I suppose it's better than black bars and messes of pixels?" She grins and licks her lips in a flash of her tongue. "Do you miss it? Nudity?"<</therapist>> <</if>>\ <<if $blackedTracker is true>>\ A sly, lewd smirk comes across her lips as she hums to herself. You can feel the room begin to heat up as she visibly seems to grow aroused. "Finally some good taste. I prefer the company of women, but what they say is true. Once you go... " She sees your expression and laughs, cutting herself off, a hand laid across her chest. "Just don't go inserting visions of me into your fantasies." <</if>>\ <<if $ntrTrack is true>>\ Her tone and expression become one of calculation and consideration. "Cheating, cuckoldry, netorare or netorase. I get the last two confused quite a bit. It's not too much of a surprise." Her face solidifies into a domineering glare, her womanly features becoming frightening in a sexually powerful way. "A lesser male like yourself will eventually learn his role in the world of sex and love." <</if>>\ <<therapist>>"Your assignment this week is to masturbate to feet every single day. At least once, twice or more if your little cock can handle it. We need to reinforce your place below women." Her giddy, sensual voice makes your spine tingle.<</therapist>> <<therapist>>"And I will know if you are obeying, so don't disappoint me."<</therapist>> She dismisses you, letting you stew the rest of the day with the knowledge she is tracking your every search at home. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $playerTherapist = 3>>

Schoolboy excitement courses through your veins as you bound to your computer. The time has come, you were going to review that reward Ms. Patterson gave you. And probably knock a few out to pictures of her. Censored or not, it was incredibly hot to think about looking at lewd photos of her. And, what's more, you own them and will own them forever. That means once your term with this awful censor chip business is done, you'll be able to simp at the images of her to your heart's content. You plug in the USB to your desktop and immediately open it. The folder is labeled something strange, but you're more focused on the preview images. You can see tiny thumbnails of her in provocative poses and it has your heart thumping. You hastily click open the folder and double-click on a picture in a hurried rush. You don't have time to notice the strange files or the extra documents bundled within. [img[setup.img + 'therapistfolder.png']] The image doesn't open, instead, a small loading flicker appears with your mouse. Even more worrying is the long string of command prompts that appear and immediately disappear. Then your computer restarts itself. Trepidation clashes with arousal, seizing in your chest, it wasn't just a random unfortunate crash. What was all of that stuff? That cmd that flashed, did some program run on your PC? When your PC finally gets back up and running, the USB's contents are gone, and every file is deleted. What the fuck... Well, you could still get off a more traditional way... [[Browse.|porncomputer]] <<set $watcher = true>> <<set $hasUsb = false>>

<<set $underwear = [ {name: "Boxers"}, {name: "Panties"}]>> Underwear:\ <<capture _i>><<for _i = 0; _i < $underwear.length; _i++>>\ <<set _inv = "inv" + (_i + 1)>>\ <<link $underwear[_i].name>> <<set _temp = $underwear[_i]>> <<set $underwear[_i] = $underwear[0]>> <<set $underwear[0] = _temp>> <<set _inv = "#inv" + (_i + 1)>> <<run $("#inv1 a").empty().wiki(" " + $underwear[0].name)>> <<run $(_inv + " a").empty().wiki(" " + $underwear[_i].name)>> <</link>><<if _i == 0>> (current)<</if>>\ <<if _i < $underwear.length - 1>> |<</if>>\ <</for>><</capture>>

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[img[setup.img + 'femboy1.png']]

[img[setup.img + 'vanilla1.png']]

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[img[setup.img + 'vanilla3.png']]

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You approach Ms. Patterson's office, thinking over what she asked you to do and how you decided to act on it. <<if $feetCounter is 0>>\ [[Continue.|stage3zero]] <</if>>\ <<if $feetCounter is 1 or $feetCounter is 2 or $feetCounter is 3 or $feetCounter is 4 or $feetCounter is 5 or $feetCounter is 6>>\ [[Continue.|stage3mid]] <</if>>\ <<if $feetCounter >7 or $feetCounter is 7>>\ [[Continue.|stage3full]] <</if>>\

<<therapist>>"You didn't do as I asked, not a single damn time. You must really want me to release that video, hm?"<</therapist>> Ms. Patterson sighs, what anger is in her tone fading to something serene. "Perhaps this will educate you. She leans to the side and opens a drawer on her desk. She plucks up a small item and lays it casually to the table. It's some, weird device. Small, metal, a cage. Oh. It's a chastity cage! [img[setup.img + 'chasthreat.png']] She flicks it with her nail, and the unbalanced ring that holds the cage makes it rock back and forth. <<therapist>>"Do as I ask, or you'll be experiencing a boy's most urgent sexual years behind some bars, understood? Unless you want to straining to get an erection while your peers are pumping tight, teen pussy, scuttle home and stroke that useless dick to feet! Got it?"<</therapist>> You nod urgently, your mind already spinning with the very idea of being denied even the mere chance to fuck. What would your girlfriend think... <<therapist>>"You've got another week. Go on."<</therapist>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]]

<<therapist>>"Nearly every day, hm? How did all that feel?"<</therapist>> Confusing, great, desperate. And worrying. It had begun to shift your perspective, change your manners and desire. You always had an interest in feet. But the more you stroked, the more you blew loads to them, it was turning that interest to a lust. Not having seen a pussy in weeks wasn't helping. <<therapist>>"You were good, so why don't we get along to your next reward, huh? And after, your next assignment."<</therapist>> <<therapist>>"Have your eyes begun to drift yet? To other women's body parts? Do you still remember what a pussy looks like? Is it a blurry memory?"<</therapist>> She slips off her heels under the table, you can hear the shoes patter against the desk's side as they're discarded. Up, over, and onto the desktop her stocking-covered feet go. She flexes and stretches out her toes and curls them back in. The room's temperature rises, or maybe her stuffy stocking scent is just beginning to set you into a panic. <<therapist>>"Did you like women's feet before the implant?"<</therapist>> No! And you don't now... obviously. <<therapist>>"Oh, you will. These are the best you can hope for. For limpdicks like yourself, pussy is offlimits. You are allowed pornography. And on rare occasion, your girlfriend might let your worship her lowest spot."<</therapist>> She lays them atop each other, one over the other, moving them slightly in a pattern. You try keeping your eyes on her eyes, but she is practically shoving them in your face. She looks to the clock and waves her hand dismissively, pulling her legs back down and under the table. You can hear, but not see, the soft clatter of her placing her feet back in their stuffy flats. <<therapist>>"We're done. Back to class."<</therapist>> When you stand she looks right at your groin, which makes your dink twitch. It feels incredibly, dangerously hard. She gives you a confused look. <<therapist>>"If you're hard, you have a few minutes to relieve yourself before you need to return to class. Go do it in the boy's restroom or something."<</therapist>> What did she mean 'if you are hard?' You feel solid as a rock, with a worried glance downward you think you spot your dick making a tent but... could she really not tell? <<therapist>>"Go on! You're not doing it in here. You haven't earned it yet."<</therapist>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $playerTherapist = 4>>

<<therapist>>"Every day, hm? How did all that feel?"<</therapist>> Confusing, great, desperate. And worrying. It had begun to shift your perspective, change your manners and desire. You always had an interest in feet. But the more you stroked, the more you blew loads to them, it was turning that interest to a lust. Not having seen a pussy in weeks wasn't helping. <<therapist>>"You were good, so why don't we get along to your next reward, huh? And after, your next assignment."<</therapist>> <<therapist>>"Have your eyes begun to drift yet? To other women's body parts? Do you still remember what a pussy looks like? Is it a blurry memory?"<</therapist>> She slips off her heels under the table, you can hear the shoes patter against the desk's side as they're discarded. Up, over, and onto the desktop her stocking-covered feet go. She flexes and stretches out her toes and curls them back in. The room's temperature rises, or maybe her stuffy stocking scent is just beginning to set you into a panic. <<therapist>>"Did you like women's feet before the implant?"<</therapist>> No! And you don't now... obviously. <<therapist>>"Oh, you will. These are the best you can hope for. For limpdicks like yourself, pussy is offlimits. You are allowed pornography. And on rare occasion, your girlfriend might let your worship her lowest spot."<</therapist>> She lays them atop each other, one over the other, moving them slightly in a pattern. You try keeping your eyes on her eyes, but she is practically shoving them in your face. <<therapist>>"Well? Go on then, do what your heart tells you to do. That is your reward. You will worship my feet for the rest of this session. Or you could leave, I suppose, if you don't like them."<</therapist>> [[Sniff and kiss them.|stage3snks]] [[Refuse, leave.|Schoolexit]]

You think you want to bury your nose to them. <<therapist>>She laughs, a throaty cackle, her hand to her chest. "You what? So direct, what a dog you are. You may. Go on. Get your nose in there, puppy."<</therapist>> [img[setup.img + 'therapist_stockings.png']] You move your face forward, but she doesn't wait at all, she stuffs her sole to your nose, scrunching her toes around your olfactory department, stifling it. She smells amazing! The light, gentle scent of a woman's feet, trapped in stockings and heels. The perfect mix of pheromones, foot-smell and sweat. A lovingly stewed cocktail that didn't verge too far to the repulsive. No, it was inviting. Each sniff begged for another, you could hardly get enough breath expelled to keep up with how much you drew in. She snickers, partly from the ticklish feeling of your breathing, but also in mirth and how desperately you were sniffing. <<therapist>>"You should see your face, the expression you are making is priceless."<</therapist>> <<therapist>>"In fact. If you let me take a picture, I will let you touch yourself. But no cumming."<</therapist>> [[Yes! Be photographed, and earn the right to stroke.|stage3snksc]]

That isn't even a question. You shake your head and grasp her foot with one hand, putting it to your nose and lips like a mask, kissing. Your other hand desperately fumbles with your belt. Your dick begs for some touch. Your button. The underwear. The band digs into your shaft, cutting off access to some of it. You could hardly care with how excitedly you begin moving your hand. <<therapist>>"Here, this will help." She draws her leg up, and the pathetic sound of desperation and want you make causes her to chuckle. "Relax." She strips her stocking off and throws it on you. "Rub that on yourself and worship my naked foot~"<</therapist>> You do as ordered but not just because it was ordered. The silky-soft feeling of her stocking on your dick was heavenly. You'd be jerking off into it even if she'd demanded you not to. Already you were making the damn thing damp with pre, leaking like a drooling animal before some food. The gentle, feminine scent of her feet was mind-ravishing. And her expression, that was the cherry atop it all. A very mild blushing to her features, and her hand over her lips just partly. She looked like she was enjoying it. Your edge comes way, way too soon, and you moan against her sole. <<therapist>>"Hands off. I don't want you having an accident."<</therapist>> She snaps her photo, and several more, of you kneeling on the floor cupping your little cock. The smile on her face is withering. No! You are right there! It was just about to happen... You gaze up at her with puppy eyes, but she doesn't relent, if anything that spurs her into greater revulsion, wiping away that subtle enjoyment. <<therapist>>"Stand, piglet. And dress yourself."<</therapist>> You remain on the floor and beg to cum. You'd give anything for it. <<if $playerMoney <= 200>> <<therapist>>"Two hundred dollars and I'll let you orgasm."<</therapist>> Two hundred! You don't have that, you've been spending it with other girls mostly. <<therapist>>"Too bad then, hit the road. Go jerk off in the boy's restroom. But hurry, it's almost sixth period."<</therapist>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $playerTherapist = 4>> <</if>> <<if $playerMoney >=200>>\ <<therapist>>"Two hundred dollars and I'll let you orgasm."<</therapist>> Two hundred bucks, several shifts of work, or lots of begging mom. Is it worth it? Is it worth jerking off in her company? [[Pay Ms. Patterson.|patpaid]] <<linkreplace "Decline.">>\ <<include "stage3nopay">>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <</if>>

<<set $playerMoney -= 200>>\ That is nothing, a small price to pay for the ability to cum in Ms. Patterson. Besides, with how worked up you are, you don't think you could have said no either way. <<therapist>>You go to continue stroking but she halts you with a bark of, "No! Hand that back to me. You will not be soiling it with your beta waste."<</therapist>> You sheepishly nod, and stroke as she rolls it back on slowly, you try to pace yourself, the orgasm tingling up your shaft and demanding it comes. Your dick doesn't realize it gave up $200 for this privilege and is inclined to spurt and be done with it. After all, far as it knows, it is about to soak some woman's womb. Poor thing... <<therapist>>"Hands off, put them behind you, lean on them." <</therapist>> You groan, hesitating slightly. <<therapist>>"Now! Or I am keeping this money."<</therapist>> She splays the bills, wrinkled and new alike, before you - which makes you throb in submission. You halt, and do as she asks. <<therapist>>"Good dog. Now... " <</therapist>> Heaven. It's angelic. She puts her stocking-covered feet on your cock. Warmth, pressure, and the feel of her lowest part stepping on you, dominating you. She holds your dick with the back of one foot, while rubbing up and down the backside of it with the sole of the other. A footjob, good god, it's amazing. And only for two hundred, that's a steal. Your eyes go warbly as the feeling of her silky, domineering feet threatens to make you burst instantly. <<therapist>>"Like that? Bet you didn't expect this."<</therapist>> Your orgasm is close. The cum is right at the tip. It was short-lived, but at this point, your whole body is begging for that final soul-soothing shot of pleasure. <<therapist>>"I can feel your pulse. This thing barely has much life in it. It's about to give up and spit its cum, isn't that right, needle dick?"<</therapist>> That's all you need. You begin cumming. Am— <<therapist>>"I did say you wouldn't be getting your filth on my stockings."<</therapist>> Just as the point of orgasm, when that first pearly white bead oozes from your dicklet, she draws back both feet quickly. Ruined! All the pleasure is sapped save for a minor throb of enjoyment. An awful, almost sick, and hollow feeling overcomes you as you squirt against your boxers and school shirt, wasting all that seed on fabric. In a rush to save your clothes and orgasm, you try to grasp your dick and stroke but it's over. The feeling of desperation and disappointment emits itself in a whimper from your lips and you are lost. <<therapist>>"Oops. Now get up and get out of here. Go clean yourself up in the little boy's room."<</therapist>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $playerTherapist = 4>> <<set $corruption += 5>>

No, that's too much. <<therapist>>"Tsk, got this far and chickened out? Get out of my sight. Now!"<</therapist>> You put yourself back together in a bluster, all of Ms. Patterson's previously seductive aura replaced with a cold hostility. You feel like you made a mistake. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $playerTherapist = 4>>

<<if $momStat <=4>>\ You wait until your poor, tired mother is back from her shift. Your censor implant fuzzes out the nipples poking through her workshirt. Is it cold out tonight, or is she not wearing a bra? Why was it triggering? [img[setup.img + 'mombeg.png']] You quickly shove that thought aside to try and beg for cash. Your little song and dance works only because she's so tired. She pays you forty bucks to fuck off. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $playerMoney +=40>>\ <<set $momStat +=1>>\ <<else>>\ She quickly cuts you off before you can even begin and declines. <<mom>>"No, first off you're a big boy with a job now. Secondly, you got that job so you could help me with rent, $name."<</mom>> <<mom>>She looks at you with exacerbation. "What do you need all this money for?"<</mom>> [[Admit girls at school bully it from you.|momadmit]] [[Decline to answer.|momdecline]] <</if>>

Once more, $bullygf is free. Walking up to her and saying 'hi' is a lot easier now you've broken the ice a few times. She even looks up from her phone, with just her eyes, not lifting her head. She gives you an ominous grin, but even so, you approach. <<if $blackmail is true>> "<<gyaru>>I saw that video of you jerking off in the councilor's office. Now everyone knows that you're hung like a mouse now, huh, loser? No girl is going to want to talk to you without cash. Remember that, wallet-slut."<</gyaru>> <<else>><<gyaru>>"If you wanna hang you gotta pay, I don't chat for free unless you're my boyfriend."<</gyaru>> She scoffs and looks you up and down. <<gyaru>>"And you are not him."<</gyaru>> <</if>> <<if $blackmail2 is true>><<gyaru>>"Well, $codename, what will it be today?"<</gyaru>><</if>> <<if $playerMoney is 0>>\ [[Spend time with her.|nomoneygyaru]] <<else>>\ <<set _psg to either( 'pay4a', 'pay4b', 'pay4c', 'pay4d', 'pay4e', 'pay4f', 'pay4g', )>>\ <<link 'Spend time with her.' _psg>><</link>>\ <</if>>\ [[Not today. Resist paying her.|Schoolexit]] <<if $tribute >= 200>> [[Press your luck, ask for a special gift.|payment4exit]] <</if>>

<<gyaru>>"Hey, loser." She flashes her canines. "Just finished my dailies. Also, I need a favor from you."<</gyaru>> You perk your eyebrows excitedly. <<gyaru>>"My fucking dad found my cigarettes. So, of course, he threw them and the really cool flippy lighter I had away. Anyway, you really should give me a little cash so I can buy some more."<</gyaru>> [img[setup.img + 'gyaru4.jpg']] Is that even a question? That glower she gives you compels your hand to your wallet. <<gyaru>>She relieves you of it with a sly, “Thank you~” and takes what she needs, throwing the wallet back at you.<</gyaru>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<if $playerMoney < 40>> <<set $tribute +=$playerMoney>> <<set $playerMoney -=$playerMoney>> <<else>> <<set $tribute +=40>> <<set $playerMoney -=40>> <</if>> <<set $corruption += 1>>

Your bully's girlfriend is with friends today, but you feel comfortable enough with her now that walking up isn't hard. It's just when the two sentries on either side of her, staring at you like sexy gargoyles, does the fear set in. She must catch onto their Beta-breaking scowls and laughs, patting one's shoulder and telling the other to relax. <<gyaru>>"I was just talking about you."<</gyaru>> Your face lights up. <<gyaru>>"Thanks for that donation, me and my boyfriend got some cigarettes and his mom bought us beer. Was a nice 'romantic' evening on his porch. Then I sucked him off."<</gyaru>> Your mouth hangs up in shock, no words coming forward but a little meep. <<generic>>"Are you good? You're drooling on the tile," one of her friends bitterly asks.<</generic>> You slip out of your trance when $bullygf begins snapping her fingers at you. <<gyaru>>"Hey. Amy and I forgot lunch and she only has some shitty celery... thing."<</gyaru>> The friend presents said thing. It was a glass tupperware filled with three soggy-looking celery sticks, laden with peanut butter. Surprisingly, you and her share a look of mutual confusion and revulsion. [img[setup.img + 'gyaru5.png']] Without her even asking, somehow, you suggest the idea to purchase them lunch. $bullygf’s eyes get focused and determined. She stands, more than a few inches over you, and wraps her arm around you. Her left breast presses to your shoulder, and it takes all your energy not to melt into a puddle of goop at her touch. The arm around your shoulder stretches further and she puts her hand to your cheek, garish nails poking the skin to keep you staring up at her. Her bleached blonde hair hands like an ominous curtain, shading her features. <<gyaru>>"Let's go to the kitchen together, c'mon."<</gyaru>> You can smell the slightest salty notes from her armpit, and the soft, squishiness of her breast. It's the first time anyone but your mother's tits have ever touched you. Clearly, your penis thinks, it's time for sex. It springs up to action. Once again making what should be a normal walk a death march of embarrassment, urged on by the $bullygf. She hardly notices you're packing anything. She's more focused on the bulge of your wallet. When it's all said and done, you're so drained you can't afford any food for yourself. They let you watch them eat though, for all that's worth. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<if $playerMoney < 40>> <<set $tribute +=$playerMoney>> <<set $playerMoney -=$playerMoney>> <<else>> <<set $tribute +=40>> <<set $playerMoney -=40>> <</if>> <<set $corruption += 1>>

<<gyaru>>"What do you want?"<</gyaru>> You think a second, looking to her. Her gaze is level, intense but carrying no pressure. You feel for a bit that you have some control, and that she hasn't got those nice long nails in you. What do you want? You want to give her some money. It feels tingly, it feels good. it feels like you're helping her. And if you help her, maybe you'll get something. Good boys get treats, no? You rifle through your pocket for your wallet, fish out the cash in there, and hold it. The fold of bills feels soft, the fabric-like paper of money gracing your fingertips. And with only a second's pang of mourning, you gift it over. She collects it, counts it, and uncrosses and re-crosses her legs. She smirks. <<gyaru>>"Hey, for being so nice, I'll let you in on a little secret."<</gyaru>> You nod and swallow. <<gyaru>>"I'm not wearing panties today."<</gyaru>> You stare at her exposed knee with intensity. <<gyaru>>"Go on, get lost!"<</gyaru>> You want to stay staring, but scram instead. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<if $playerMoney < 40>> <<set $tribute +=$playerMoney>> <<set $playerMoney -=$playerMoney>> <<else>> <<set $tribute +=40>> <<set $playerMoney -=40>> <</if>> <<set $corruption += 1>>

<<gyaru>>"Money."<</gyaru>> Huh? <<gyaru>>"Cash, now. Chop-chop, doggie."<</gyaru>> She puts her palm out, beckoning your wallet. She doesn't look up from her phone, the glow of it flickering on her face. You submit over your hard earned cash, she doesn't even count it. Down her blouse it goes, with the slightest flash of cleavage being woefully censored from your view. [img[setup.img + 'gyaru6.png']] [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<if $playerMoney < 40>> <<set $tribute +=$playerMoney>> <<set $playerMoney -=$playerMoney>> <<else>> <<set $tribute +=40>> <<set $playerMoney -=40>> <</if>> <<set $corruption += 1>>

<<gyaru>>"Hey, $name, not spending your lunch break jerking off?"<</gyaru>> You gather up your strength. You've given $bullygf a lot, and you want something special in return! It's only fair. Her cutting glare tears your confidence to shreds. Your breath catches in your throat before continuing. You sputter something but she quickly shuts you up, and beckons you closer with a curl of her finger. <<gyaru>>"Got cash?"<</gyaru>> You hastily nod. Will it be primogrems, cigarettes, soda? <<gyaru>>"Want to buy the pair of socks I used in Phys Ed?"<</gyaru>> Your blood runs cold. God, yes you do. You absolutely do. She stands, wordlessly, and expects you to follow. Like a charmed snake, you slither behind her, following. No one stops you, but a few cast sideways glances. She quells the curiosity with this jittering laughter and dismissive look as if she were going to lead you to do something embarrassing. Which was entirely true. She leads you outside the school, to a nook - the curves of the building making an alley from which the pair of you could only be seen from one angle. It's here where she kabedon's you to the wall, practically shoving her tits to your face and holding her hand out. <<gyaru>>"Money first, virgin."<</gyaru>> Out it slides, wallet spread, and bills handed over. She stuffs them down her shirt and smirks. Slipping off her shoes, you can already smell her. Husky, thick, cheerleader foot-stink wafts up from her sneakers. She slips off her left sock, and then her right - only giving you a quick peek at her bare feet, and pink-painted nails. <<gyaru>>"Looking costs extra. Maybe next time."<</gyaru>> You lay out your hands for your prize and she lays the damp, musky socks in your palms. Without pause you bury your nose in them and huff, pants tightening. <<gyaru>>"Guh-huh-rowss~" She says, with a lilting and emphasizing accent, shaking her head and shoving off the wall. "You actually like that shit?"<</gyaru>> She flicks your crotch, which makes you meep and knit your knees together defensively. <<gyaru>>"Well, enjoy those, loser. Maybe next time I'll let you lick the source."<</gyaru>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $playerBully = 5>>\ <<if $playerMoney < 40>> <<set $tribute +=$playerMoney>> <<set $playerMoney -=$playerMoney>> <<else>> <<set $tribute +=40>> <<set $playerMoney -=40>> <</if>>

Once more, $bullygf is free. Walking up to her and saying 'hi' is a lot easier now you've broken the ice a few times. She even looks up from her phone, with just her eyes, not lifting her head. She gives you an ominous grin, but even so, you approach. <<if $blackmail is true>> <<gyaru>>"I saw that video of you jerking off in the councilor's office. Now everyone knows that you're hung like a mouse now, huh, loser? No girl is going to want to talk to you without cash. Remember that, wallet-slut."<</gyaru>> <<else>><<gyaru>>"If you wanna hang you gotta pay, I don't chat for free unless you're my boyfriend."<</gyaru>> She scoffs and looks you up and down. <<gyaru>>"And you are not him."<</gyaru>> <</if>>\ <<if $playerMoney is 0>>\ [[Spend time with her.|nomoneygyaru]] <<else>> <<set _psg to either( 'pay4a', 'pay4b', 'pay4c', 'pay4d', 'pay4e', 'pay4f', 'pay4g', 'pay4h', )>>\ <<link 'Spend time with her.' _psg>><</link>>\ <</if>> <<linkreplace 'Ask her for the special treat menu.'>>\ <<include '$bullygfmenu'>> <</linkreplace>> <<if $tribute > 3000>> [[Ask about her strangely contemplative expression.|gyaruspecialoperation]] <</if>>

As you explain your situation, mom implores as to why you would allow those girls to walk all over you. And, well, female attention is at a premium for a wimp like you so... She, surprisingly, accepts this answer and gives you a tight, warm hug. <<mom>>"Why not spend some time with me instead? Just because I'm your mom doesn't mean we can't, you know, hang!"<</mom>> She snickers, and her silly exuberance makes you smile. She gives you a kiss on your blushing cheek. <<mom>>"Promise it'll help you get your mind off things."<</mom>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $begyes to false>>

She rolls her eyes. <<mom>>"Okay, but the freebies are done, kiddo. Start picking up more work if you need more cash. I'm not an ATM."<</mom>> She blows you off to take care of herself for the evening. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $begyes to false>>

$bullygf smirks and stands, leaving her friends behind. They barely notice, busy on their phones. She leads you to that familiar alcove outside standing there with her felt so seedy, and yet very right. The tucked away alley is her turf and you could feel it. Menu <<if $hasGyarutitspic is false>> [[Pic: tits, $50|gyarutits]] <<else>> Nudes: tits, $50 Sold out <</if>> <<if $hasGyarufeetpic is false>> [[Pic: feet, $70|gyarufeet]] <<else>> Pic: feet, $70 Sold out <</if>> <<if $hasGyaruhandpic is false>> [[Pic: hand, $10|gyaruhand]] <<else>> Pic: hand, $10 Sold out <</if>> <<if $hasGyarupitspic is false>> [[Pic: armpits, $20|gyarupits]] <<else>> Pic: armpits, $20 Sold out <</if>> <<if $hasGyarupussypic is false>> [[Pic: pussy, $80|gyarupuss]] <<else>> Pic: pussy, $80 Sold out <</if>> <<if $tribute >= 800>> [[Ask her to rate your penis, and watch you jerk off, $100|sphrate]] [[Ask her to kick you in the balls, $20+|gyarucbt]] [[Buy a pair of her panties, $200|gyarubuyingpanties]] <</if>> <<if $tribute >= 750>> [[Sniff her armpits and jerk off, $120.|gyarmpit]] <<if $chastity is false>> [[Worship her feet, $150.|gyarufootworship]]<<else>> [[Worship her feet, $150.|gyarufootworshipchas]]<</if>> <</if>> <<if $tribute >= 1000>> [[Have your mouth spit in, $150.|gyarukissy]] <<if $chastity is false>> [[Get a handjob, $1000|gyaruhandy]] <<else>> [[Get a handjob, $1000|gyaruhandychas]] <</if>> <</if>> <<return>>

<<if $playerMoney <= 49>>\ <<gyaru>>"Seriously? Why are you asking for that if you can't fucking afford it."<<gyaru>> Oh, oh right! You don't have enough. You try to come up with an excuse, but she shoves her palm to your face to move you aside and walk by. <<gyaru>>"Stop wasting my time you idiot. Come with money next time or drop dead."<</gyaru>> You feel like you've set your 'relationship' with $bullygf back a bit. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $tribute -=100>>\ <<else>> "Give me your phone." She swipes it from your hand along with the cash. She texts you an image and hands your mobile back. <<gyaru>>"I sent this to my boyfriend earlier today. Took it in the locker room. Try not to cream your pants when you see it, wimpy!"<</gyaru>> <<linkreplace "Take a quick peek">> <<include gyarutitspic>> <</linkreplace>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $tribute +=50>> <<set $playerMoney -=50>> <<set $hasGyarutitspic to true>> <<set $haspic = true>> <</if>>

<<if $playerMoney <= 69>>\ <<gyaru>>"Seriously? Why are you asking for that if you can't fucking afford it."<</gyaru>> Oh, oh right! You don't have enough. You try to come up with an excuse, but she shoves her palm to your face to move you aside and walk by. <<gyaru>>"Stop wasting my time you idiot. Come with money next time or drop dead."<</gyaru>> You feel like you've set your 'relationship' with $bullygf back a bit. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $tribute -=100>>\ <<else>> <<gyaru>>"That ain't a surprise. I actually got a few good ones on my OnlyFans."<</gyaru>> Her what? She's got an OnlyFans? You're about to ask when she cuts you off. <<gyaru>>"Give me your phone."<</gyaru>> She swipes it from your hand along with the cash. She texts you an image and hands your mobile back. <<gyaru>>"Enjoy. Sometime you can see them for real if you're a good boy."<</gyaru>> <<linkreplace "Take a quick peek">> <<include gyarufeetpic>> <</linkreplace>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $tribute +=70>> <<set $playerMoney -=70>> <<set $hasGyarufeetpic to true>> <<set $haspic = true>> <</if>>

<<if $playerMoney <= 9>>\ <<gyaru>>"Seriously? Why are you asking for that if you can't fucking afford it."<</gyaru>> Oh, oh right! You don't have enough. You try to come up with an excuse, but she shoves her palm to your face to move you aside and walk by. <<gyaru>>"Stop wasting my time you idiot. Come with money next time or drop dead."<</gyaru>> You feel like you've set your 'relationship' with $bullygf back a bit. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $tribute -=100>>\ <<else>> She gives you a look like she doesn't believe or understand what your asking. <<gyaru>>"Did you say a picture of my hands?"<</gyaru>> You meekly reiterate. She shakes her head in disapproval that verges on vague concern for your well being. <<gyaru>>"Give me your phone."<</gyaru>> She swipes it from your hand along with the cash. She texts you an image and hands your mobile back. <<gyaru>>"I don't even want to know."<</gyaru>> <<linkreplace "Take a quick peek">> <<include gyaruhandspic>> <</linkreplace>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $hasGyaruhandpic to true>> <<set $tribute +=10>> <<set $playerMoney -=10>> <<set $haspic = true>> <</if>>

<<if $playerMoney <= 79>>\ <<gyaru>>"Seriously? Why are you asking for that if you can't fucking afford it."<</gyaru>> Oh, oh right! You don't have enough. You try to come up with an excuse, but she shoves her palm to your face to move you aside and walk by. <<gyaru>>"Stop wasting my time you idiot. Come with money next time or drop dead."<</gyaru>> You feel like you've set your 'relationship' with $bullygf back a bit. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $tribute -=100>>\ <<else>> <<gyaru>>"Wow. That's brave. You've never seen one up close have you?"<</gyaru>> You do not want to admit the only one you've seen is your mom's, so you shake your head no. <<gyaru>>"Figured. Well you aren't today. I already took this pic for my boyfriend. So you're okay getting his seconds right?"<</gyaru>> <<gyaru>>She chuckles. "Give me your phone."<</gyaru>> She swipes it from your hand along with the cash. She texts you an image and hands your mobile back. You're already trembling with anticipation. You know it'll be censored, but what about the lips? Her legs? The very outside of the labia? Maybe you could see it? You decide to savor it at home. You don't want the surprise spoiled. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $tribute +=80>> <<set $playerMoney -=80>> <<set $hasGyarupussypic to true>> <<set $haspic = true>> <</if>>

[img[setup.img + 'gyarupits.png']]

[img[setup.img + 'gyarupuss.png']]

[img[setup.img + 'gyarufeet.png']]

[img[setup.img + 'gyaruhand.png']]

[img[setup.img + 'gyarutitspic.png']]

<<if $hasGyarutitspic is true>>\ [[Jerk off to her tits.]] <</if>>\ <<if $hasGyaruhandpic is true>>\ [[Jerk off to her hands.]] <</if>>\ <<if $hasGyarufeetpic is true>>\ [[Jerk off to her feet.]] <</if>>\ <<if $hasGyarupitspic is true>>\ [[Jerk off to her armpits.]] <</if>>\ <<if $hasGyarupussypic is true>>\ [[Jerk off to her pussy.]] <</if>>\ <<return>>

An easy to make choice, jerking off to $bullygf 's tits. You can make out some details of hers, and being her schoolmate makes it so much more intimate. Hidden behind her vest and schoolshirt, they looked huge. Tightly compressed, too, which only leads you to believe they are even bigger than that. [img[setup.img + 'gyarutitspic.png']] <<if $chastity is false>>Your imagination fuels more of your fantasy than the censored picture you're drooling over, blowing your load to some idea of her bust escaping her shirt. And the realization that you'd not be able to see any of the details of her chest.<<else>>You simp and savor her image, not able to cum nor stroke in your cage but just wishing to worship her. Your bond with $bullygf and obsession with her deepens. She could use some of your money.<</if>> <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <</if>>

As if feet and armpits weren't weird enough, you had to sink to jerking off to her hands. You stroke yourself off imagining their touch, what a handjob from her would feel like. Cumming into her palm. <<if $chastity is false>>Would she let you finish properly, or find it too gross and ruin your orgasm? Would you get the full satisfaction of a lubey time with her hand, or be made to cum against your own tummy?<<else>>You simp and savor her image, not able to cum nor stroke in your cage but just wishing to worship her. Your bond with $bullygf and obsession with her deepens. She could use some of your money.<</if>> [img[setup.img + 'gyaruhand.png']] <<if $chastity is false>>Debating that sets you off, a happy orgasm for some happy fantasies.<</if>> <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <</if>>

This just feels right. Jerking off to $bullygf 's feet. It feels good. Humping your hand like a dog while you stare at her soles, thrusting up into your palm and imagining how they feel, how they'd taste. [img[setup.img + 'gyarufeet.png']] <<if $chastity is false>>It makes your little dick hum with vibrant arousal. And in no time you're cumming.<<else>>You simp and savor her image, not able to cum nor stroke in your cage but just wishing to worship her. Your bond with $bullygf and obsession with her deepens. She could use some of your money.<</if>> <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <</if>> <<if $playerTherapist >= 3>> <<set $feetCounter += 1>> <</if>>

You aren't exactly sure, but submitting to $bullygf 's armpits feels safe. It feels like it's "for you", something that is on your level. Something a beta deserves. [img[setup.img + 'gyarupits.png']] <<if $chastity is false>>Stewing in thoughts of inferiority and submission and you thrusting up into your hand with vigor. And in no time you're squirting cum into tissues.<<else>>You simp and savor her image, not able to cum nor stroke in your cage but just wishing to worship her. Your bond with $bullygf and obsession with her deepens. She could use some of your money.<</if>> <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>> <<if $playerTherapist is 5>> <<set $armpitCounter += 1>> <<set $therapist5tag to true>> <</if>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <</if>> <<if $playerTherapist is 5>> <<set $armpitCounter += 1>> <</if>>

You cannot see a damn thing, and yet, you're still stroking off. Pumping and staring at that black box. It covers the entire screen, so you haven't a clue how close up the picture is. It must be right next to her pussy. <<if $chastity is false>>You groan imaging how close her phone has been to her pussy and how close you've been to her phone. Did she ever set it on vibrate and put it between her legs? Is her labia dark and tanned like the rest of her? Shaven? Hairy?<<else>>You simp and savor her image, not able to cum nor stroke in your cage but just wishing to worship her. Your bond with $bullygf and obsession with her deepens. She could use some of your money.<</if>> [img[setup.img + 'gyarupuss.png']] <<if $chastity is false>>You nut with haste and satisfaction. Wondering about $bullygf 's folds.<</if>> <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <</if>>

You decide to spend some time with your Mom. You could do some chores to make her happy and improve your relationship, or just hang out with her. [[Rub her shoulders.]] [[Rub her neck.]] <<if $firstfj is true>> [[Rub her feet.]] <<else>> [[Rub her feet.|momfj2]] <</if>> [[Do the dishes.]] [[Do the laundry.]] <<if $keyholder is 3>> [[Ask Mom for a release.|momreleaseask]] <</if>> <<if $playerTherapist >= 15 && $keyholder == 1>> [[Ask Mom to be your keyholder.|momkeyhold2]] <</if>> <<if $playerVidya == 7 && $hasLipstick == false>> [[Steal or ask for Mom's lipstick for your livestream.|momlipstick]] <</if>> <<return>>

<<set $corruption = 1000>> <<set $tribute = 4000>> <<set $momStat += 100>> <<set $playerMoney = 500>> [[School day.|schoolstart]] <>><> <<if $chastity is false>> <<set $chastity to true>> ''You're now locked'' <</if>> <<if $chastity is true>> <<set $chastity to false>> ''You're now unlocked'' <</if>>

Mom sits on the couch, and as its in the middle of your apartment's tiny living room, closer to the TV than not, the back is entirely exposed. You get it in your head that, perhaps if you gave her a gentle little rub, she'd give you some money? And so, cracking your knuckles and putting your game face on, you stand behind your mom and... touch her shoulders. <<mom>>"$name, what the heck are you doing?" She says immediately, but before you answer, you begin working your thumbs into the kinks in her shoulders. <</mom>> Rub! Massage! How hard could it be, after all? This is something that you just feel and sus out, no need to be a paid and licensed professional. She winces and makes small noises of pain, which cause you to stop suddenly. However, she quickly reassures you to keep going - talking about just how hard her shift was today, and how rude her coworkers were. You listen, and continue treating her neck to some kindness while idly watching the TV. <<mom>>It gets a bit late, and she thanks you. When she stands, she ruffles your hair and kisses your cheek, "Get on to bed now. Thanks for that."<</mom>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $momStat += 3>> <<if $keyholder is 3>> <<set $momGBP += 10>> <</if>>

<<if $playerMoney <= 99>>\ <<gyaru>>"Seriously? Why are you asking for that if you can't fucking afford it."<</gyaru>> Oh, oh right! You don't have enough. You try to come up with an excuse, but she shoves her palm to your face to move you aside and walk by. <<gyaru>>"Stop wasting my time you idiot. Come with money next time or drop dead."<</gyaru>> You feel like you've set your 'relationship' with $bullygf back a bit. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $tribute -=100>>\ <<else>> You pay up the $100 dollars, she counts them out and nods in approval, shoving them down her blouse. $bullygf barks at you to lower your pants. You do, hurriedly pulling down your trousers and underwear. The very concept of showing your dick off to be rated has you sprung thankfully. <<if $chastity is false>>For a small second, you're hopeful, you're fully hard from the outset so that will impress her!<</if>> <<if $underwear is "Panties">>\ You nearly pull your pants back up when you realize you're in your mom's panties, but it's too late. She frowns and then smiles, seemingly confused a moment but realizing what you're wearing. <<gyaru>>"I should charge you more for making me see that humiliating set of panties."<</gyaru>> <</if>>\ Her reaction makes you twitch despite the shame burning your cheeks. She stifles a laugh, wincing her eyes and turning away. A genuine reaction that subsumed whatever her usual meanness intended. She stops trying to contain it, barking a chuckle as she points a sharp, painted nail at the little <<if $chastity is false>>dick<<else>>cage<</if>> between your legs. <<gyaru>>"What the fuck is that? <<if $chastity is false>>Nice baby dick,<<else>>Nice chastity cage,<</if>> $name." She leans forward. <<if $chastity is false>>"Is it hard? It looks hard. Yuck."<<else>>"So who's holding the key, dickless?"<</if>><</gyaru>> The confusion and amusement present in her beautiful features is soul-crushing. But in that desperate feeling, intense arousal stirs between your legs, a submissive desire to give in and admit your blatant physical failure. Shakily you put your hand to your <<if $chastity is false>>cocklet<<else>>cage<</if>> and stroke slightly, looking at her like a pleading puppy. <<if $chastity is false>><<gyaru>>"Fine, fine. I'll watch you make your mess, but I'm not showing anything off. In fact..." Her voice trails off as she grabs your shoulders and about-faces you to the brick wall to your left. "Jerk off at the wall, slut."<</gyaru>> Her whispered words tickle your ear, and her body's heat and weight on your shoulders have you struggling to keep your knees from shaking. Your stroking becomes more urgent and potent, using only a few fingers, which $bullygf absolutely notices. <<gyaru>>"Hm, wow, only four fingers for your hand-fucking?"<</gyaru>> At her comment you instinctively try to include your pinkie but, it serves no purpose, there isn't a place for him to go! You feel her shake her head by the brush of her hair to your shoulders. <<gyaru>>"No, just use two. Thumb and index. Go on, wimp."<</gyaru>> Your thighs squeeze together, the command making you pant, between your index and thumb, you lightly stroke the head of your pre-slick dicklet and shaft, as hard and fast at two fingers could manage. <<gyaru>>"Go on. Just cum. Lunch is almost over."<</gyaru>> The cum order does it, just a few more twitching tugs and you're spurting what little seed your masturbation-drained balls can produce. You can practically hear her roll her eyes at the sight of your pitiful cum. As the heart-fluttering orgasm passes you seek to tug up your pants, and before you can button them, $bullygf shoves you into your own cum stain. Your clothes get smeared with your own waste-water, and she departs with a cruel cackle.<<else>> <<gyaru>>"Fuck are you giving me that look for, dumbass?" She cackles and peels your hand away from your cage, tapping on the metal. "Not my fault you came caged, you still have to pay. No refunds, fuckwad."<</gyaru>><</if>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $tribute +=100>> <<set $playerMoney -=100>> <<set $sphtracker to true>> <</if>>

<<if $playerMoney <= 119>>\ <<gyaru>>"Seriously? Why are you asking for that if you can't fucking afford it."<</gyaru>> Oh, oh right! You don't have enough. You try to come up with an excuse, but she shoves her palm to your face to move you aside and walk by. <<gyaru>>"Stop wasting my time you idiot. Come with money next time or drop dead."<</gyaru>> You feel like you've set your 'relationship' with $bullygf back a bit. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $tribute -=100>>\ <<else>> <<gyaru>>"Really? I offered that as a joke. Too late now."<</gyaru>> <<gyaru>>She swipes the cash from your hand, plucking it from the billfold. "Thanks for my money."<</gyaru>> <<gyaru>>She lifts up her arms and perks her eyebrows. "Well, hurry up."<</gyaru>> You make a slight groan, having hoped for more. Her short-sleeved school shirt does give you the barest hint of underarm, and her position tightens up her shirt against her full chest, making it look incredibly inviting. <<gyaru>>"You fucking dog, you want more, don't you?"<</gyaru>> She rolls her eyes but you catch the smallest hint of a smirk. Up and over her head she pulls the uniform polo, and shamelessly bares her chest to you. Her tanned and toned tummy actually catches your eye first. It looks equally firm and soft, lightly muscular but nothing too cut. Your eyes travel up and up to her breasts, which, of course, were obscured by pixelization. Most inviting at this moment was what you had access to, her armpits. Your eyes defaulted there, given her tits were a mess of blurry blocks. She says nothing more and you can scarcely form words beyond a puppy-like whimper in admiration and excitement for your treat. Having gone through this process a few times, the shame and discomfort of undressing your lower half in order to masturbate hardly strikes you. <<if $underwear is "Panties">>\ <<gyaru>>She snorts and points at your underwear, "what the fuck are those?"<</gyaru>> You follow her garish, long, accusatory nail to the sight of your panties around your thighs. Well, your mom's panties. A blush falls over you with a supreme heat, flaring on your cheeks. <<gyaru>>"I should have known. Maybe I'll let you buy one of my used pairs."<</gyaru>> <</if>>\ <<if $chastity is false>>You aren’t sure what to do at first but sniff lightly and stroke. Each sweat-laden inhale sends tingles down your spine and up your cock, which you were taking your excitement out on vigorously, pumping at her thigh. <<gyaru>>"Hey, point that little squirt gun somewhere else. If you get any of that junk on me I'll have my boyfriend knock your teeth out, faggot."<</gyaru>> You nod and turn, facing your dink toward the bricks of the wall beside her, it’s an awkward angle to say the least. You work up the courage to ask if you can kiss them. <<gyaru>>"Fuck no. Be lucky I'm even letting you sniff them, you dork. Your breath feels like, super gross, on my skin. It's giving me the ick."<</gyaru>> Each demeaning word made you hyperfocus on the slight creases and tightly trimmed stubble of her underarm. You weren't quite sure what gave your submissive mind such a kick from being here, but it was unfathomably arousing. In no time at all, you squirt against the bricks weakly, having hardly noticed the orgasm creep up on you. <<gyaru>>"Ew. It's like bird shit. You can't even cum right." She hastily puts her polo back on and tucks the cash away down her shirt.<</gyaru>> <<gyaru>>"See you soon, dumbass."<</gyaru>><<else>> You aren’t sure what to do at first but sniff lightly and stroke. Each sweat-laden inhale sends tingles down your spine and up your cock, which you were taking your excitement out on vigorously, pumping at her thigh. The slight whap-whap-whap of your stiff cage and jangle of the lock against the metal tube gives off a unique sound. <<gyaru>>"What the hell is that stiff thing? I know for a fucking fact it isn't your cock."<</gyaru>> You tell her you're not allowed to touch yourself right now, this makes her hiss a laugh. <<gyaru>>"Well who said you could hump me you fucking dork." <</gyaru>> She closes her armpit down around your nose and mouth and catches you in an awful headlock. She cranes your neck back, keeping you huffing her armpit's sweaty smell, while tugging your head back to keep you locked down. <<gyaru>>"You weak wimp, a little underarm kissing and you stop fighting back?"<</gyaru>> Each demeaning word made you hyperfocus on the slight creases and tightly trimmed stubble of her underarm. You weren't quite sure what gave your submissive mind such a kick from being here, but it was unfathomably arousing. In no time at all, your squirting pre into your undergarments, having the awareness to do anything other than submit. <<gyaru>>"Ugh, that's enough. See you soon, dumbass."<</gyaru>> She releases you, shoving you away and nearly smacking your head into the wall.<</if>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $tribute +=120>> <<set $playerMoney -=120>> <</if>>

Mom is reclining on the couch, and rubs at her neck. Passing by and catching her do that, you think you could curry some favor by giving her a neck rub. Without so much as a peep, you take up a place behind her on the couch. She makes a small sound of surprise at the touch to her neck, but quickly relaxes. <<mom>>"Thanks, honey." <</mom>> Rubbing her neck isn't too difficult, and really it's the thought that counts. She stays silent for a while, watching the television alongside you and enjoying your company. During a commercial break, she tilts her neck a bit and side-eyes you with a smirk. <<mom>>"How's your girlfriend been?"<</mom>> Mom asking about your girlfriend always embarrassed you, but this time you feel like sharing your recent concerns with her and how she's doing. Like any mom, she makes a doting sound and expression and shores up your confidence with lots of platitudes. They do their job, making you feel a little better about things. And more than that, Mom appreciates all the work you've put in. Before you pull your hands away, she makes sure to cup one to her cheek. She leaves for bed, and you retreat to your bedroom. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $momStat +=3>>

Your Mom has this weekend off, so she's been hanging around the house to relax. Lots of quality time could be had! [[Watch a movie with her.]] <<if $momStat >= 15>>\ [[Make a meal with her.]] <</if>>\ <<if $momStat >=40>>\ [[Watch TV with her.|momcatch]] [[Join her drinking.|winemakeout]] [[Help her when she's sick.|momsick]] <</if>>\ [[Give money to Mom.|momtribue]] [[Have a special dinner date with Mom.|momdinnerdate1]] <<if $playerTherapist >= 8>>\ [[Try on some of Mom's clothes.|momclothes]] <</if>>\ <<if $momStat >= 50>>\ <<if $day is "Saturday">>\ [[Beach trip.|mombeachask]] <<if $mall is true>> [[Visit the mall with Mom.|mommall1]] <</if>> <<if $playerMoney > 99>> [[Gift Mom a shopping spree.|momtryonshopping]] <</if>> <</if>>\ <</if>>\ <<if $momStat >= 150>>\ <<if $chastity is false>>\ [[Ask Mom to supervise your jerk off session.|momsick4a]] <<else>>\ ''You need to be free from chastity for this hangout.'' <</if>>\ <</if>>\ <<if $keyholder is 3>> [[Ask Mom for a release.|momreleaseask]] <</if>> <<if $playerTherapist >= 15 && $keyholder == 1>> [[Ask Mom to be your keyholder.|momkeyhold2]] <</if>> <<if $playerVidya == 7 && $hasLipstick == false>> [[Steal or ask for Mom's lipstick for your livestream.|momlipstick]] <</if>>

<<if $momStat >= 35>>\ When you catch Mom setting up a movie on the TV, you turn your head so fast you nearly snap your own neck. It's porn. At first, you think it's a movie with a particularly in-depth sex scene, but it's just straight-up pornography. It's very softcore, which initially makes you think it's a more normal film. Mom doesn't seem all too surprised to be caught watching. <<mom>>"Oh hey, honey. Hope you don't mind. I saw this on sale and got it for a laugh."<</mom>> You notice beside her on the end table is a half-full wine glass, and by her feet a box of wine. Passionate, slow, romantic sex carries on while you stare in mild confusion. The woman certainly is enjoying herself as a handsome man treats her to sensual pleasure. You're reminded once again that you still haven't had that experience yourself, a fact that weighs heavily on your shoulders some days. <<mom>>"Wanna join?" She asks with an inquisitive lilt to her voice. <</mom>> You join, silently, sitting beside her as your censor chip kicks in and knocks away any lewd visuals. <<mom>>Mom leans in toward you. "Can't see too much with that augment, huh?"<</mom>> <<mom>>You shake your head no, of course you can't. "That's alright, you're not missing much. I've got bigger tits than her anyway."<</mom>> Of course, her saying that makes you look, and you're treated to the blocked cleavage her tank top shows. [img[setup.img + 'momcouch.png']] <<mom>>"Hey! Oh, well, guess it doesn't matter too much. Look all you want." <</mom>> She smirks and returns to watching the film, her hands between her legs. But, notably, she isn't touching herself. She is just keeping them flat on the couch cushion between her legs. It isn't the pixels hiding your mom's cleavage that gets you sprung, but her complete lack of care if you're staring. She's drunk, as you can smell and see by her blushing cheeks. And over the course of this softcore movie's incredibly silly story, the two of you get closer and closer. The warmth of her body, the lewdness of her curves, the taboo, all of it has you panting and fighting to keep from slipping your hand down your pants. <<mom>>By the end of it, Mom's head is dizzily swaying slightly as she turns to you. "Well, that was something. Did ya like it?"<</mom>> You don't have a clue if you liked it, you were too busy staring at your mother and trying not to jerk off. <<mom>>"Probably kinda boring from what you're used to watching, huh?" <</mom>> She looms over you, nudging you from the seat so you're facing her on the couch. She leans closer and closer until her knee is between your legs. <<if $chastity is false>>She rubs it on your cock, but you can't tell if she knows what she's doing.<<else>>She rubs it on your cock, but feeling your cage, she slowly backs off. Denied, again. By that damn cage.<</if>> <<mom>>You ask her, and she silences you with a wet kiss to your cheek, holding your chin with her hand. "Try not to jerk off, it's unhealthy for you I think."<</mom>> With the TV still glowing, the credits of the movie rolling by, she ruffles your hair and departs for the bedroom. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $momStat += 3>>\ <<else>>\ <<if $momStat >= 20>>\ <<mom>>Mom expectantly pats the couch seat beside her. "I had a feeling you'd come out of your cave, I found a really good movie! I think you'd like it. I also made popcorn."<</mom>> She wiggles her eyebrows, an impressive trick that you try and fail to emulate. Your attempt makes her chuckle though. You sidle alongside her, a lot closer than normal. All under the pretense of sharing the popcorn with chocolate candies, naturally. The movie itself is more adult than the usual affair. An intense, kind of bloody action flick with a lewd scene that has your breath catching. It's nowhere near as lewd as the porn you've seen of course, but watching it in front of your mom is what really does it. There isn't much to see, just the actress' tits. But there is a strange desire that pulls at you, seeing nothing but pixels. <<mom>>"Pfft," she whispers, running her hand along the mostly empty popcorn bowl. "Well, don't feel too embarrassed or anything. It's not like you can see her boobs."<</mom>> Her comments make you feel quite funny down below, and the excitement in you is hard to keep under wraps. When the movie is done you head to your bed room, feeling satisfied with some quality mom-time. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<else>>\ Normally you spend the weekends tucked in your room playing video games or trying to make kleenex pregnant. This time however, you join your mom on the couch. <<mom>>The surprise on her face is quite noticeable. Despite that she warmly welcomes you. "I was watching a movie, it just started! Want me to rewind, or?"<</mom>> You let her know it's okay and she doesn't argue. You take a seat on the opposite end of the couch as her, giving her ample room to relax and plenty of space between you two. Tonight she's dressed in PJs, loose fitting and comfy looking. Gingerbread men, candy canes and other cutesy Christmas nonsense dances up her pajama bottoms. A bit out of season but they give you a nice view of her panties. The outline of them shows up nicely around her butt and hips. With the distraction of the movie keeping her attention, she doesn't say a peep as you steal looks at her body. The movie isn't anything special, just some action flick. Thankfully it isn't some romantic nonsense or something boring. You have a nice, quiet time with mom and a rather enjoyable talk after the film is done. By the time mom is yawning and heading to bed, you're wondering why you don't spend more time with her. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $momStat += 3>> <</if>> <</if>>

<<if $momStat <= 30>> You decide to push your luck. You and your mom have gotten closer recently, so why not give it a try? What's the worst thing that could happen? The shower running doesn't pause in the slightest when you push open the door and try to make yourself look busy. The clap of water falling as your mother turns and looks at you makes you tilt your head up. <<mom>>"Couldn't wait?"<</mom>> You meekly shake your head no. She shrugs carelessly. Most of her is hidden with the steam of the shower, sticking to the glass. But it isn't as perfect as a full curtain, of course, giving you the barest peeks at her body. Her naked back, her raised arms as she lathers her head. You catch yourself staring at her armpits, unshaven entirely. She catches you looking suddenly. <<mom>>"You should be hurrying on for school!" She chides over the sound of the shower.<</mom>> [[Off to school.|schoolstart]] <<else>> You open the bathroom door despite Mom being in there, and hear no complaints. What's more is, she's stepping out just as you enter. The water turns off and you pause like a deer in the headlights, wondering what you'll see. And it absolutely isn't her naked body, of course, your censor chip makes sure of that. Her water-drenched hair lays across her shoulders and chest, the strands disappearing into the black of the bar blocking her breasts. Between her legs, right where her pussy should be, is nothing but visual disturbance. [img[setup.img + 'momshower2.png']] Even so, being in the presence of her naked body is enticing, your cheeks flaring red with a blush. <<mom>>"Hey, I was just getting out. I'll be done in a sec!" She says merrily, drying her hair with a towel from the rack.<</mom>> You brush your teeth for the second time this morning, all to look busy. As you do, she dresses herself. You steal looks at her butt as she pulls her panties up. For all the good that does you. <<if $momstat < 55 and $corruption < 50>>You commit your mom's hips and censor bars to memory, you're going to jerk off to them later in the day. She gathers up her dirty clothes, swinging her used panties along the tip of her index finger. They're nothing special, a girly pink but not anything lewd. Just around the house mom panties, but that makes them even better. "Oh hey, I'll leave these here, but don't take them unless you're cruising for a bruising, mister!" She grins at you, and loads the dirty laundry into the bin by the bathroom's corner. <<mom>>"Have a good day at school."<</mom>><<else>><<mom>>"You look a little hot under the collar, $name, you okay?" Mom smirks and cants her head, oh - she knows. "Can't have you going to school like that. Overeagerness is what got you that implant mister. Come on, out with it."<</mom>> Really? Right here, right now? <<mom>>"Yes! And quick - I've got work soon! Get your little peck out. Don't be shy."<</mom>> <<if $chastity is false>>You can hardly decline that, and pull down your PJs and underwear, revealing that less-than-adequate dicklet of yours. She spins you around by the shoulders suddenly, nearly tipping you off balance. Mom faces you towards the toilet, picking up the seat. Her tits are bare, still a little wet and you can feel her weight against your shoulders. <<mom>>She whispers into your ear while reaching one of her hands around your hip. "That's a good boy. Let's get all that mess out and where it belongs, okay?"<</mom>> Where it belongs? You blink, looking down at your hard dick and the toilet below you. <<mom>>"Well yeah, we're disposing of all that bad sticky stuff! Keeping it away from girls, keeping you nice and sedated. It's fine, just empty out into the toilet, $name."<</mom>> [img[setup.img + 'morningmomts.png']] With just two fingers, she pulls on your dicklet, tugging it with a medium but steady pace.<<if $playerStamina < 85>> Your training with the nurse makes it nearly impossible to hold back, the lewd and degrading situation, the feel of your mom's tits. It's all too much! You spurt, just as she hisses in your ear to cum. A few weak, little ropes of white drip-drop not into a fertile womb, not a woman's pussy. Hell, not even your mom's hand, just into the sterile, pearly white abyss of the bathroom toilet. <<mom>>"That was quick! Good boy. I'll flush it for you, okay? Now hurry up and get yourself dressed for school."<</mom>> As if it's a huge, significant favor, she taps the toilet's lever, and in a swirling rush, all your cum is disposed of. It's so erotic your head feels light, and you can barely reply before she's out the door and on her way.<</if>><<if $playerStamina > 85>>The feel of her hands, the hush of her breath, the feel of her breasts, thinking of all of it makes your cocklet twitch needily. All you can think to do is clutch at your own thighs and give into it. The splendid feeling coaxes out an edge far too soon - and you're ready to squirt your sperm into the bowl. <<mom>>Except Mom lets go. "Hey! Take care of the rest yourself, okay? I've gotta get to work."<</mom>> With a confused whimper, you turn to her just as she waves goodbye, leaving you hard, dripping, and alone with your hand. Dismissed. Being so close to the edge, you can't rip yourself from your position. Urgently, you nut into the toilet with a moan, dizzily flushing your seed and returning to your morning routine.<</if>><<else>> You tell your mom you can't, you're wearing a chastity cage. She gives you a mournful, sympathetic pout. <<mom>>"Aww, well. Perhaps some other time huh? When your little dicky isn't all caged up."<</mom>> She gives your cage a pat and carries on out of the bathroom. You feel your fists ball up and your affectionately patted dick harden in its cage at the reality of missing such a wonderful opportunity. <</if>> <</if>> [[Off to school.|schoolstart]] <</if>>

<<set $momStat += 5>>\ Mom spends a lot of the workday standing. What better way to give her some comfort than kneeling beside your mother and tending to her tired feet? While she's on the couch, you greet her, a little nervous about what you're going to do. <<if $playerTherapist is 4>>Ms. Patterson's commitment to make you more enamored with feet has you wondering if this will be as sensual an experience as you're hoping for.<</if>> <<mom>>"Hey, honey. How was school?"<</mom>> You elaborate on how things have been while trying to subtly kneel alongside her. Not too much is subtle about getting on your knees beside her, though. Much less with how awkward you grasp for her feet. She is in socks, short ankle-length things. Black and it seems they're what she wore to work today. Least, by their feel and scent they are. <<mom>>"What are you...? Are you giving me a foot rub?"<</mom>> To get her attention off what you're doing, you ask about how work was and how she is doing today. This does surprise her, but she's happy to complain a bit to you, about coworkers or otherwise. And while she does, you knead your thumbs to the soles of her feet. Pressing down there and enjoying the feeling of being at her side. Looking up at her makes you feel very funny, being below a woman like this - it's even more intense when it's your mother. <<if $playerTherapist is 4>>While you continue to run your grasp from the ball of her feet to the heel, all the times you've jerked off to feet come flooding back.<</if>> You strip off one of her socks, which makes her pause mid-sentence. But, you've got to really get into it if she wants a good foot rub, right? "I guess you're right. Anyway, Samantha was being a real 'see you next Tuesday', heh, you know..." She peels off her other sock with her toes, playfully tossing it at you. It lands right in your lap, and her feet alongside your thighs. You let that sock, warm and used, lay against your quickly growing erection. <<if $chastity is false>>You shyly hope she doesn't notice, but a part of you hope she does.<<else>>Your clitdick throbs in dull pain as it struggles to harden in your cage.<</if>> Whichever foot you're not massaging, she runs up and down your thigh, and the sensation is just so teasing. The joy you're getting must be noticeable, as she's beginning to pay you more mind than the television. <<if $momStat >= 30>> <<if $chastity is false>><<mom>>"You're hard." She says suddenly. "Don't be shy. You are, aren't you? That's fine, honey. Lots of guys like feet. I think it's the most common fetish or something."<</mom>><<else>><<mom>>"You look very flustered sweetie." She says suddenly. "Don't be shy. You are, aren't you? That's fine, honey. Lots of guys like feet. I think it's the most common fetish or something."<</mom>><</if>> You set her foot aside and listen to her, not wanting to disturb her flow with words. She traces her right foot up your inner thigh, closer and closer to your dicklet, before rubbing it slightly. <<if $chastity is false>><<mom>>"Oh? Is it hard, er?" She gives you a concerned face and pulls back some, perhaps fearful that she misread your desires.<</mom>><<else>><<mom>>"What's that hard feeling? Do you have a cup on or something, honey?" She squints at you. "You don't play sports."<</mom>><</if>> <<if $chastity is false>>With great shame, you clarify that you are indeed hard. This makes your Mom give you a pitying look, her sympathy for you etched on her features. <<mom>>"Sorry, $name. I didn't know."<</mom>><<else>>With great shame, you clarify that you are locked in a chastity cage. This makes your Mom give you a bewildered look, but her sympathies for you sre etched on her features. <<mom>>"Oh, I bet it helps with your perversion problem right? Sorry, $name. I won't tease you too much."<</mom>><</if>> As if it is an apology, both her feet begin brushing back and forth over your bulge. You turn toward her more, on your knees, savoring the pressure and attention she's giving you. A footjob from your Mom! Even if it's through your pants... <<mom>>"I guess it's for the best anyway. With something fun-sized like that," Her voice gets nice and low, barely a whisper, you hang on her every syllable. <</mom>> <<mom>>"It's probably best if you stick to spurting into socks instead of girls."<</mom>> <<if $chastity is false>>Your cocklet twitches with urgent intent, enough that your PJ pants are showing it, and she can feel it tapping her feet. <<mom>>"Hm, do you like that?"<</mom>><<else>>Your cage twitches against your pants. The bugle of it perhaps bigger than what you can actually muster up.<</if>> You nod. <<mom>>"Well, let's make this quick. Wanna bareback Momma's feet? Or do you want to have private fun time with my socks?"<</mom>> Hearing those words, watching your mother search your face to see if you'd rather blow ropes against her soles or run away like a scared boy and hump her socks, it's intense, to say the least. [[Take the socks.]] <<if $chastity is false>> [[Get a footjob.]] <<else>> <<mom>>"Sorry honey, if you have that chastity cage on I can't really rub my feet on your penis now can I?" She shrugs and smirks, waggling the socks at you. "But you can sniff and hump these! Might even squirt in your cage, if you love mommy's feet enough."<</mom>> <</if>> <<else>> <<mom>>"Thank you so much, honey. But, I've got an early shift tomorrow. Why don't you head to bed?"<</mom>> She collects her socks, and stands from her seat, making her way to the bedroom. She gives you a final look over her shoulder. It's something you can't quite read. Interest? Regret? It's too late for speculation. Once she disappears, you retreat to bed as well. [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<set $firstfj to false>> <<if $keyholder is 3>> <<set $momGBP += 15>> <</if>>

<<mom>>"Alright, well, they're yours! Enjoy. I'm going to brush my teeth and get ready for bed. You should too, mister."<</mom>> With that, she stands and ruffles your hair - leaving her warm, used socks as your treat for all that hard work. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $hasMomsocks to true>>

The pleasure on her face shows she must enjoy you taking this chance. She pulls down the waistband of your PJs with her feet, with your help, drawing them down around your thighs. She sighs with knowing and commiseration at the size of your penis. <<mom>>"It's okay, sweetheart. You probably won't be using it too much anywho."<</mom>> You twitch at that, throbbing right into the touch of her feet. She brushes her soles against both sides of your small cock, hiding it entirely in the grasp of her toes, stroking up and down. With great shame and joy both, you realize her feet eclipse the size of your shaft. When she realizes as well, exploring your length with her grasp, she makes a knowing 'hmph' sound. <<mom>>"Keep going, use your hips, honey. Cum for Momma. I have work tomorrow, so let it all out quick."<</mom>> The pressure to orgasm is helped along by her heightened pace, stroking rapidly along your length, pumping your penis with her soles. In delight, you grasp gently at her ankles. You don't guide her, that would disrupt it, but the feeling along your dick is so pleasurable you need something to hold. Like an overeager bunny your hips jerkily pump up at your Mom's feet. She rolls the soles of her feet along your sensitive dicklet until finally, you're creaming against your mother's feet, moaning like a girl from her footjob. When the orgasm and panting subsides, she withdraws herself. With those socks she removed, she cleans off her feet, bundling them up now that they are mucky. <<mom>>"Good? I'm going to head to bed, little guy."<</mom>> She stands, ruffling your hair, patting your cheek with her swaying hip and leaving you in the glow of the TV. After a few minutes alone you scuttle to bed. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $corruption +=1>>

It's time to use your mom's stuffy, used socks, to cum with. The smell pleasantly of her natural, unique fragrance. A work day and more on her feet, treading in these socks. They have a lingering warmth to them that makes you riled up. You don't even need any visual aid beyond the sight of her used socks. You get yourself up on your bed, laying on your back. <<if $chastity is false>>You take one to your hand and cover your face, while you stroke yourself off with the other. Fantasy visions of monitored masturbation sessions with your mom, savoring and becoming enamored with her scent, the feel of the softened fabric. The sensations and thoughts become intense quickly. In far too short a time, your hips begin thrusting up at the sock in your hand, getting ready to inseminate the used footwear of your mother. The incestuous, pathetic, humiliating reality of jerking off with her socks makes you tremble with delight. It feels delicious, it's right. It's right where you should be. You deserve this. You don't deserve anything more than this. Audibly you moan against the sock clutched to your face, shooting your seed deep into your Mom's sock, staining the fabric with a few white dollops. These will need to be cleaned... <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>> <<set $hasMomsocks to false>> <<else>> You take one to your hand and cover your face, while you rub your cage with the other. Fantasy visions of monitored masturbation sessions with your mom, savoring and becoming enamored with her scent, the feel of the softened fabric. The sensations and thoughts become intense quickly. In far too short a time, your hips begin thrusting up at the sock in your hand, getting ready to inseminate the used footwear of your mother. The incestuous, pathetic, humiliating reality of jerking off with her socks makes you tremble with delight. It feels delicious, it's right. It's right where you should be. You deserve this. You don't deserve anything more than this. It's not enough! Good as the scent is, as hot as it is to huff her foot-smell, it's just not enough. With the cage on your dicklet, there is no way you could get off by scent alone... <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>> <</if>>

When getting ready to go, you find your mom lazily enjoying a simple breakfast of cereal and milk. She looks a bit bleary and frazzled, doom-scrolling her phone as it lay on the table beside her. <<mom>>"Hey honey," she says with a groggy yawn. "No shift today."<</mom>> You smile. A day off is good, you think. But the adult in you realizes that means no cash earned. <<if $momStat <= 40>> You give her a small smile, and wonder if you should start contributing money to the rent again. It's a sorry thing, but times are tough... [[Off to school.|schoolstart]] <<else>> Something keeps you staring at your Mom. Maybe it's the shirt she's wearing, and the pixelization that's needed to keep your lusty, beta eyes from staring at her cleavage. You've gotten off recently, and yet you still feel a very urgent need to cum. <<mom>>"Whum?" She says, chewing, "Something on my face?"<</mom>> Certainly not, though your eyes betray you when they flick to the dip in her shirt. She sees this, and quickly pulls her top up further. A futile effort given it's a tank top, but she tries. Doing little other than making her tits jiggle. Is she not wearing a bra? [img[setup.img + 'momhj.png']] <<mom>>"Sorry. I didn't notice. Oh, yeah, can you even see that part?"<</mom>> You shake your head no, and explain it's pixelized. And anything further would make a black bar cover them. She almost looks a little sad, or regretful. <<mom>>"I know it's hard, honey, but it's good for you! It's supposed to stop you from masturbating and watching porn. How has that been going?"<</mom>> A dodgy answer is all that tumbles from your lips, and you're fearful she'll realize it's done little to curtail your pathetic habits. However, she seems to take this as a sign of your extreme arousal rather than embarrassment. <<if $chastity is false>>Especially with the little lump in your pants.<<else>>Especially seeing as your chastity cage is hiding your arousal.<</if>> <<mom>>"Oh, my. It's probably really hard holding off, huh?"<</mom>> Not wanting to blow your cover, you shake your head yes. <<mom>>"Want a little help?"<</mom>> <<if $chastity is false>> <<if $playerStamina >= 60>> [[Of course!]] <<else>> [[Of course!|mommornpe]] <</if>> <</if>>\ [[No, thanks. It's school time.|schoolstart]] <</if>>

What's the most simple and common task household task? Dishes! You dirty dishes every day cooking and eating, and cleaning them is an irritant. So, you decide to alleviate some of the pressure of your mom's chores by doing them. Surely it'll be appreciated. While cleaning them by hand and trying to make them spick and span, you think about how you'll be spending the points your earning. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $momStat += 3>> <<if $keyholder is 3>> <<set $momGBP += 5>> <</if>>

Instead of leaving it to mom, you gather up her and your laundry. There is a slight temptation to steal some of the items. You resist enough to bring the baskets to the washing machine. You look down into your mom's basket, seeing used panties, socks and bras. A veritable treasure trove. Do you steal some of them? It's hard to resist the temptation? Perhaps just a sniff? <<set _psg to either( 'stealwin', 'stealfail', )>>\ <<link 'Steal a pair of panties.' _psg>><</link>>\ [[Sniff a pair of panties.]] [[Be a good boy, and do the laundry proper.]] <<if $keyholder is 3>> <<set $momGBP += 5>> <</if>>

Rooting around in Mom's laundry basket, you find a pair of her panties and bury your nose in them, sniffing and savoring her rich, feminine scent. Lewd and delicate, the fabric warming up with your breath and huffing and adding new life to the fabric that was rubbing against her pussy for a while work day. Delicately you put your tongue at the crotch, shivering with delight. The hand not holding your mommy's panties to your face drifts down to squeeze at your hard dick.<<if $chastity is true>> Instead of directly getting to molest yourself, you have to settle for squeezing at your cage.<</if>> After savoring her scent and the naughtiness of being so enamored with your own mother's under-things, you buckle down and do your task. Why do people complain about laundry? The washing isn't so bad, just a bit of waiting. When it's time, you switch over the wet clothes to the drier, and then finally gather up your own to fold them. You don't fold mom's, she probably wouldn't want you touching all that stuff anyway. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $momStat += 3>>

You resist the temptation this time. Seeing how your track record for covert sexual operations is a bit poor, you decide you don't want to risk invoking the ire of your mother. Why do people complain about laundry? The washing isn't so bad, just a bit of waiting. When it's time, you switch over the wet clothes to the drier, and then finally gather up your own to fold them. You don't fold mom's, she probably wouldn't want you touching all that stuff anyway. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $momStat += 3>>

You must be struck with unluck. You stuff a pair of your mom's used, pink panties into your pocket to take to your room. And, turning your head you're met with your mom. Her arms folded, staring at you. <<mom>>"$name, what are you doing there?"<</mom>> What frail excuse could you even make? She caught you red-handed! <<if $momStat <= 30>> <<mom>>"Put those back, please. Bit weird of you. I guess that implant isn't doing as much as the lady said to help your bad behavior, huh?"<</mom>> She sighs and shakes her head, ruffling your hair and pulling the panties hanging from your pocket out. In dejected shame you hang your head. But, you're determined to try again. This was just a stroke of foul luck. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $momStat += 3>> <<else>> <<mom>>"$name! What the hell!" She puts her foot down hard on the rug, a soft tap to show her disappointment. "I see my panties in your pocket. Are you serious?"<</mom>> Like a doe in the headlights, you're not able to muster much of an excuse, especially with how strong she's presenting herself! However, you notice there isn't much in the way of anger in her tone. More like playful disappointment? <<mom>>"Close your eyes. And keep them closed." Mom says firmly. <</mom>> You abide, half-expecting a hard slap on the cheek. You feel your pocket emptied of its loot and you frown. Expected. What isn't expected is the shuffling of clothing. You try to pick up the sound of what's happening but it doesn't give any hints. Realization strikes you when you feel a small bundle of body-warm fabric forced into your hand by her. Holding back and keeping your eyes closed is impossible with such a revelation, and you blink open to find a freshly worn, warm pair of panties in your hand. <<mom>>Mom smirks with a teasing energy to her expression and body language. "Enjoy those. But do the laundry first, please, and thank you!"<</mom>> You are absolutely going to spurt in these. And soon. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $hasMompanties to true>> <<set $momStat += 3>> <</if>>

This heist isn't hard to pull off at all. Mom's used panties get stowed away in your pocket and you go about the rest of your business! Why do people complain about laundry? The washing isn't so bad, just a bit of waiting. When it's time, you switch over the wet clothes to the drier, and then finally gather up your own to fold them. You don't fold mom's, she probably wouldn't want you touching all that stuff anyway. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $hasMompanties to true>> <<set $momStat += 3>>

She beckons you forth and tells you to stand beside her at the table. While taking a pause now and then to spoon cereal into her mouth, she undoes your belt and zips down your pants. <<if $chastity is false>>It's ridiculously casual, how she fishes out your small dick and begins stroking it. The size of it compared to her hand is daunting. It doesn't reach the end of her palm with flying colors, it barely makes it. And she has no trouble closing all her fingers around it. <<mom>>Mom smiles, "What? It's just helpful, right?" She jokes, beginning to stroke at you. <</mom>> She begins giving you a slight handjob. A bit half-interested, as she alternates between scrolling through her phone and spooning cereal. The fact that she's so efficiently jerking you off while only paying you half the mind she should is hot in its own right. You feel like she's doing a minor chore, like the dishes, as she gives you a quick pull of your penis. The lack of interest in your small dick, and the touch of your Mom's hand to it has you hot under the collar in short order. Right on the edge, you manage to warn her that you're going to cum, feeling your orgasm rise while gawking at the pixels on her chest. <<mom>>"Oh, here you go, honey!"<</mom>> She hurriedly reaches for a napkin on the table with her free hand, urgently pumping your cocklet into her tissue-covered palm. <<mom>>"Right where it belongs," she whispers, almost inaudibly, watching only the first few shots of cum stain the tissue.<</mom>> She turns her head to read an article on her phone until she feels you finish entirely. <<mom>>"All better?" She bundles up the tissue and hands it to you. "Could you throw that out for me? In the trash. That's a good boy."<</mom>> You take the seed-stained napkin and with wobbly legs, turn to the trash can, throwing it away. You redress yourself and give a meek goodbye, head spinning from the experience.<<else>>It's ridiculously casual, how she fishes out your small cage. She balks at it a moment. <<mom>>"Oh, one of those toys, huh? To keep your winky safe?"<</mom>> She gives you a warm smile. "Proud of you for wearing it, honey! It must be so hard not..." She makes a jerk-off motion to the air, which makes you leak pre against the metal of your cage. "If only you weren't wearing that! Oh well." <<mom>>She gives your full balls a little squeeze and packs your cage back up. "Why don't you hurry off to school now?"<</mom>><</if>> [[Continue.|schoolstart]]

It's time to hump your Mom's used panties. To feed that fiendish desire you sniff at her delightful scent. These were rubbing back and forth against your mother's pussy and ass, and a lecherous grin spreads across your face as you admire each inch of the fabric. Soft, old and worn, the panties are. Perfect for thrusting against. That is just what you do, mounting the bed, and laying them on your quilt. You play pretend at prone-boning her panties,<<if $chastity is false>> thrusting the underside of your cock against the pilfered panties. You feel proud, strong. Fucking something, having sex. Well, pretending to at least. And that thought and feeling, matched against the reality of what you are doing, is delicious. Holding yourself up to grind your dick down on her panties is surprisingly a bit difficult. Something hits just right about the desperate, pathetic faux-sex you are having with your Mom's panties, re-imagining their scent as you dampened it with your pre-cum. Before long you're moaning like a wimp and shooting your nut - not deep into some woman's snatch - but the dirty panties of your Mom. With extreme satisfaction, you dismount and gather up the cum covered panties. These will need to be washed. <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>> <<set $hasMompanties to false>> <<else>> humping your cage against the pilfered panties. You feel impotent, desperate. The faux-fucking makes your cage's lock go clap-clap-clap. Before long you're moaning like a wimp and begging to shooting your nut - but your cage doesn't get painted white. Not this time. <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>> <</if>>

You are so eager to tribute your meager allowance that you completely forgot your wallet is empty. Zero, drained. But it's too late! You already approached $bullygf, already pulled out your wallet, and spread it for her. She glowers at you, her features darkening with malice. You cannot do a thing but flinch away from her as she grabs your wrist and drags you off somewhere private. <<set _psg to either( 'zero1', 'zero2', 'zero3', )>>\ <<link 'Continue.' _psg>><</link>>\

<<gyaru>>"Nothing? Why don't you have anything for me, $name? Don't you have a job, pig?" <</gyaru>> $bullygf sneers, and rears back, spitting at your face, right between the eyes. You wince and stagger back, wiping it off with the back of your sleeve. "Don't come back until you've got some cash, dork. I'm not your buddy, you're my simp. Remember that." She storms off, the clacking of her flats making you shudder as she does. You feel you've soured your relationship with $bullygf a little... [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $tribute -=100>>\

<<gyaru>>"What the fuck is wrong with you?" She asks, with a confusion in her voice that makes you feel as if you've violated a basic rule of social convention.<</gyaru>> In her eyes, you have. Your value is your paper, not you. <<gyaru>>She yanks your wrist to make you hunch before her. "Apologize."<</gyaru>> Without fail you stumble your way through an apology, $bullygf deserves your money, you owe her. And if you aren't paying, you aren't worth a thing. <<gyaru>>"Glad you realize that, needle-dick. Don't let it happen again."<</gyaru>> You feel you've soured your relationship with $bullygf a little... [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $tribute -=100>>\

Once you're in a private place, she lets you go. She paces a second or two, turning away from you and sipping on her can of soda. Nervously you watch the condensation slide from the cola can to her hand as she shifts it back and forth between her palms. Her silence has you quaking, you expected yelling and insults, not indifference. Then it hits you! Cold, syrupy, sugary, sticky. She splashes her cola in your face and then pours out the remains over your head, throwing the empty can at you to top it all off. <<gyaru>>"Don't talk to me unless you've got cash, $name."<</gyaru>> You feel you've soured your relationship with $bullygf a little... [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $tribute -=100>>\

You decide there isn't a better way to spend a bit of time with Mom than making a meal with her. It's better that you learn how to feed yourself anyway. With how many times she's insisted you learn how to cook, she was overjoyed at your suggestion. Tonight, she'd be guiding you of course. And as the cooking gets underway, you're a little overwhelmed. The measurements, the timings, and the ingredient prep, it is so much to keep track of. Really, you aren't doing too much. Just being in the kitchen and around all the materials is upping your confidence a little. What's more, given how slow you are, Mom is handling you quite a lot. And not just in the usual ways. Now and then, you feel her press her body against your back, her tits right by your head. Groping your butt before leaning over to grab seasoning. [img[setup.img + 'momkitchen.png']] Her hands dancing across your shoulders, down your back, all while whispering ear-tingling and sedating words. Nothing unusual, just the soothing sound of your mother's voice while she instructs you in cooking and runs her hands across you. By the end of it, you're very riled up<<if $chastity is true>>, straining in your cage<</if>>. And you made a very pleasing meal together. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $momStat += 5>> <<if $keyholder is 3>> <<set $momGBP += 5>> <</if>>

You see if your mom wants to spend a little time together. Things have been quite fun recently, and surprisingly cozy. Sadly, you're turned down. <<mom>>"Sorry, honey. I'm a little tired from my shift and I just want to lie down for a bit."<</mom>> The disappointment is noticeable, but she brushes her hand to your cheek and pats it, leaving for her room. You linger a moment and decide to indulge in one of your habits, the most insidious and degrading of them all. Masturbating to increasingly more depraved porn. So, what will it be this evening? [[Vanilla.|vanillam]] [[Feet.|feetm]] [[Femboys.|femboysm]]

You get into it immediately, and right when you're close to busting there is a spine-shivering knock at your door. And what's worse! The creak of it opening. <<if $chastity is false>>On-screen is what you've been pumping your cock to for the past minutes... <<mom>>"Honey! Sorry for interrupting but I—"<</mom>> Your mom shrieks, covering her eyes and realizing what she's seeing finally. Why does this keep happening? That is the only sound thought that rides through your head as you hurry to pick up your pants and close your many tabs. <<mom>>"$name, sorry, I didn't know! I should have waited for you to answer the door but you—"<</mom>> You hang your head in shame. How many times has she caught you now? You hunch over and lay your forearm across your crotch to hide the erection, small as it is. <<mom>>"I'm surprised you still watch that stuff, you know with the censor." She smiles sort of sympathetically. "Well, the doctor only said a couple of weeks, right? Then your next check-up?"<</mom>> You hadn't given it any thought one way or the other. Did that tech lady even give you a date for when your next appointment is? <<mom>>"Did you want to finish up? Why don't you go ahead and if you want to watch a movie with mommy, we can afterward."<</mom>> Seeing as you were right at the edge of orgasm that doesn't sound so bad. You nod sheepishly and turn your head, waiting for her to leave. But she lingers, watching, and not with a hint of shyness. <<mom>>"Well go ahead. Finish. Make it quick."<</mom>> With the erection between your legs begging to be brought to its culmination, and your mom watching over you. Why not? Why not do it? The twitch your dick does at her words is all the convincing you need. Jerking off in front of your mother, humping your hand to porn as she watches... You quickly reveal yourself, like a gremlin, re-finding the video you were lusting after. Mom huffs, making mumbled comments here and there. Your feverish jerking is interrupted by these little, muffled words, until she says something loud and clear that makes you cum immediately. <<mom>>"He's a lot bigger than you."<</mom>> Hearing that in your mother's whispered voice makes you nut across your keyboard, reaching the screen. The overworked, teased-out orgasm blinds you for a half-second. By the time you've caught your breath, she's stepped out. Didn't she say something about a movie?<<else>>On-screen is what you've been hypnotizing yourself with for the past minutes... Twitching in your cage and lusting over what you cannot have. <<mom>>"Honey! Sorry for interrupting but I—" <</mom>> Your mom shrieks, covering her eyes and realizing what she's seeing finally. Why does this keep happening? That is the only sound thought that rides through your head as you hurry to pick up your pants and close your many tabs. <<mom>>"$name, sorry, I didn't know! I should have waited for you to answer the door but you—"<</mom>> You hang your head in shame. How many times has she caught you now? You hunch over and lay your forearm across your crotch to hide the erection, small as it is. <<mom>>"I'm surprised you still watch that stuff, you know with the censor." She smiles sort of sympathetically. "Well, the doctor only said a couple of weeks, right? Then your next check-up?"<</mom>> You hadn't given it any thought one way or the other. Did that tech lady even give you a date for when your next appointment is? <<mom>>"You probably shouldn't stare at that stuff too long when you're all, you know, imprisoned, honey! Might give yourself a weird obsession or two. Wouldn't wanna become some sort of gooner now, would you? Is that what the boys call themselves now?"<</mom>> <<mom>>She chuckles at her own comment, and creases her forehead with sympathy. "Sorry for barging in on you, honey." She silently closes the door as she makes her retreat.<</mom>><</if>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $momStat += 3>>

You get into it immediately, and right when you're close to busting there is a spine-shivering knock at your door. And what's worse! The creak of it opening. <<if $chastity is false>>On-screen is what you've been pumping your cock to for the past minutes... <<mom>>"Honey! Sorry for interrupting but I—"<</mom>> Your mom shrieks, covering her eyes and realizing what she's seeing finally. Why does this keep happening? That is the only sound thought that rides through your head as you hurry to pick up your pants and close your many tabs. <<mom>>"$name, sorry, I didn't know! I should have waited for you to answer the door but you—"<</mom>> You hang your head in shame. How many times has she caught you now? You hunch over and lay your forearm across your crotch to hide the erection, small as it is. <<mom>>"Why does that woman have her feet in the camera? Oh..." She smiles sort of sympathetically. "Were you looking at that because nudity is censored? Well, the doctor only said a couple of weeks, right? Then your next check-up?"<</mom>> You hadn't given it any thought one way or the other. Did that tech lady even give you a date for when your next appointment is? <<mom>>"Did you want to finish up? Why don't you go ahead and if you want to watch a movie with mommy, we can afterward."<</mom>> Seeing as you were right at the edge of orgasm that doesn't sound so bad. You nod sheepishly and turn your head, waiting for her to leave. But she lingers, watching, and not with a hint of shyness. <<mom>>"Well go ahead. Finish. Make it quick."<</mom>> With the erection between your legs begging to be brought to its culmination, and your mom watching over you. Why not? Why not do it? The twitch your dick does at her words is all the convincing you need. Jerking off in front of your mother, humping your hand to porn as she watches... You quickly reveal yourself, like a gremlin, re-finding the video you were lusting after. Mom huffs, making mumbled comments here and there. Your feverish jerking is interrupted by these little, muffled words, until she says something loud and clear that makes you cum immediately. <<mom>>"Can you just imagine if they were mine? You could be fucking a pair of my heels instead of your hand."<</mom>> Hearing that in your mother's whispered voice makes you nut across your keyboard, reaching the screen. The overworked, teased-out orgasm blinds you for a half-second. By the time you've caught your breath, she's stepped out. Didn't she say something about a movie?<<else>>On-screen is what you've been hypnotizing yourself with for the past minutes... Twitching in your cage and lusting over what you cannot have. <<mom>>"Honey! Sorry for interrupting but I—" <</mom>> Your mom shrieks, covering her eyes and realizing what she's seeing finally. Why does this keep happening? That is the only sound thought that rides through your head as you hurry to pick up your pants and close your many tabs. <<mom>>"$name, sorry, I didn't know! I should have waited for you to answer the door but you—"<</mom>> You hang your head in shame. How many times has she caught you now? You hunch over and lay your forearm across your crotch to hide the cage binding your cock. <<mom>>"Why does that woman have her feet in the camera? Oh..." She smiles sort of sympathetically. "Were you looking at that because nudity is censored? Well, the doctor only said a couple of weeks, right? Then your next check-up?"<</mom>> You hadn't given it any thought one way or the other. Did that tech lady even give you a date for when your next appointment is? <<mom>>"You probably shouldn't stare at that stuff too long when you're all, you know, imprisoned, honey! Might give yourself a weird obsession or two. Wouldn't wanna become some sort of feet-sexual now, would you?"<</mom>> <<mom>>She chuckles at her own comment, and creases her forehead with sympathy. "Sorry for barging in on you, honey." She silently closes the door as she makes her retreat.<</mom>> <</if>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $momStat += 3>>

You get into it immediately, and right when you're close to busting there is a spine-shivering knock at your door. And what's worse! The creak of it opening. <<if $chastity is false>>On-screen is what you've been pumping your cock to for the past minutes... <<mom>>"Honey! Sorry for interrupting but I—"<</mom>> Your mom shrieks, covering her eyes and realizing what she's seeing finally. Why does this keep happening? That is the only sound thought that rides through your head as you hurry to pick up your pants and close your many tabs. <<mom>>"$name, sorry, I didn't know! I should have waited for you to answer the door but you—"<</mom>> You hang your head in shame. How many times has she caught you now? You hunch over and lay your forearm across your crotch to hide the erection, small as it is. <<mom>>"Were those boys dressed like girls? I won't judge you, sweetie." She smiles sort of sympathetically. "Were you looking at that because girls are censored? Well, the doctor only said a couple of weeks, right? Then your next check-up?"<</mom>> You hadn't really given it any thought one way or the other. Did that tech lady even give you a date for when your next appointment is? <<mom>>"Did you want to finish up? Why don't you go ahead and if you want to watch a movie with mommy, we can afterward."<</mom>> Seeing as you were right at the edge of orgasm that doesn't sound so bad. You nod sheepishly and turn your head, waiting for her to leave. But she lingers, watching, and not with a hint of shyness. <<mom>>"Well go ahead. Finish. Make it quick."<</mom>> With the erection between your legs begging to be brought to its culmination, and your mom watching over you. Why not? Why not do it? The twitch your dick does at her words is all the convincing you need. Jerking off in front of your mother, humping your hand to porn as she watches... You quickly reveal yourself, like a gremlin, re-finding the video you were lusting after. Mom huffs, making mumbled comments here and there. Your feverish jerking is interrupted by these little, muffled words, until she says something loud and clear that makes you cum immediately. <<mom>>"You're cuter than that one, I bet you'd look wonderful in those stockings."<</mom>> Hearing that in your mother's whispered voice makes you nut across your keyboard, reaching the screen. The overworked, teased-out orgasm blinds you for a half-second. By the time you've caught your breath, she's stepped out. Didn't she say something about a movie?<<else>>On-screen is what you've been hypnotizing yourself with for the past minutes... Twitching in your cage and lusting over what you cannot have. <<mom>>"Honey! Sorry for interrupting but I—"<</mom>> Your mom shrieks, covering her eyes and realizing what she's seeing finally. Why does this keep happening? That is the only sound thought that rides through your head as you hurry to pick up your pants and close your many tabs. <<mom>>"$name, sorry, I didn't know! I should have waited for you to answer the door but you—"<</mom>> You hang your head in shame. How many times has she caught you now? You hunch over and lay your forearm across your crotch to hide the erection, small as it is. <<mom>>"Were those boys dressed like girls? I won't judge you, sweetie." She smiles sort of sympathetically. "Were you looking at that because girls are censored? Well, the doctor only said a couple of weeks, right? Then your next check-up?"<</mom>> You hadn't given it any thought one way or the other. Did that tech lady even give you a date for when your next appointment is? <<mom>>"Hey look! Some of them are wearing the cage-thing, just like you, honey! Is that where you got the idea? I guess if your woody is all imprisoned it's just easier to use your butt to get off, huh?"<</mom>> <<mom>>She chuckles at her own comment, and creases her forehead with sympathy. "Sorry for barging in on you, honey." She silently closes the door as she makes her retreat.<</mom>><</if>>\ [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $momStat += 3>>

<<if $playerMoney <= 99>>\ You don't have the cash to give over to Mom! You figure about $100 will do. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<else>>\ You've been slacking on it, but the whole reason you got your weekend job was to help with rent. And to get a little side cash, of course. But, finally, you gather up a little stack of twenties and get ready to hand them off to Mom. You get her attention, open your wallet, and pause. That feeling strikes you. The same as with $bullygf, a surge of pleasure in your chest and below both. A tender feeling of submission. Mom just stares at you a little confused and a little expectantly, sitting at the kitchen table with some opened mail around her. Her hand reaches out for your money, and she speaks to get your attention. <<mom>>"Hello, earth to $name. You okay, honey?"<</mom>> You snap out of that lewd trance, your mind swimming with the dopamine of submitting your cash in tribute to your mother, and fill her palm with your wad of greenbacks. Awkwardly, accidentally, you meekly thank her and scurry off, <<if $chastity is false>>hiding the growing erection in your pants.<<else>>the cage in your pants getting painfully tight with arousal.<</if>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $playerMoney -=100>> <<set $momStat +=10>> <<set $corruption += 1>> <<if $keyholder is 3>> <<set $momGBP += 20>> <</if>> <</if>>

You decide it's time for a fap. And you have a thought. Something occurs to you. Women's armpits. When they raise up their arms to present their breasts, often times you've been finding your eyes drifting there. Is it the sweat? The stubble? Or the excessively hairy ones? Or perhaps those clean shaven, glistening, delicious looking armpits. A perfect crest to kiss and worship. And it's such a pathetic places to lust after. <<set _psg to either( 'armpit1', 'armpit2', 'armpit3', )>>\ <<linkreplace "You should be kissing here, not a girl's lips.">> <<include _psg>> <</linkreplace>> It makes your dick throb, thinking about it and looking at women's armpits, realizing you can't see their most precious parts. Because you don't deserve to. That's the reason. <<if $chastity is false>>You cum with ease, hoping for a chance to be smothered by a woman's armpit someday.<<if $playerStamina <= 85>> Your orgasm creeps up on you and your edge is impossible to milk, an effect of that training?<</if>><<else>> You're certain that if you had your nose buried against the damp part of a woman's armpit, you could cum in your cage. You fucking feel it! With each throb and strain and oozing of pre. But no orgasm comes, not today...<</if>> <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <<set $armpitTracker = true>> <</if>> <<if $playerTherapist is 5>> <<set $armpitCounter += 1>> <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>>

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<<therapist>>"Your assignment this week is to masturbate to armpits every single day. I know your infirm little clit can't handle more than once per day without getting tired. So, once per day. We need to adjust your sexuality to something more appropriate for a beta male." Her smug, salacious voice makes your hair stand on end.<</therapist>> <<therapist>>"I hope I made myself clear from last week that I will know if you're being obedient."<</therapist>> [img[setup.img + 'therapist_stage3.jpg']] She dismisses you, letting you stew the rest of the day with the knowledge she is tracking your every search at home. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $playerTherapist = 5>>

You approach Ms. Patterson's office, thinking over what she asked you to do and how you decided to act on it. <<if $armpitCounter is 0>>\ [[Continue.|stage5zero]] <</if>>\ <<if $armpitCounter is 1 or $armpitCounter is 2 or $armpitCounter is 3 or $armpitCounter is 4 or $armpitCounter is 5 or $armpitCounter is 6>>\ [[Continue.|stage5mid]] <</if>>\ <<if $armpitCounter >7 or $armpitCounter is 7>>\ [[Continue.|stage5full]] <</if>>

[img[setup.img + 'armpit3.png']]

When you enter Ms. Patterson's office there is an oppressive aura of disappointment which nearly brings you to your knees. She is sitting at her desk when you enter, her hands folded under her chin. She looks like a supervillain. And to you, with how much power she holds over you, she may as well be. You sit down in the chair opposite her and wait. <<therapist>>"You must be begging for punishment. Is that it?"<</therapist>> Something about her voice scares you. There isn't any teasing to it. It's almost a malice. A cruel, happy to be torturing you sort of malice. Are you stupid? She warned you, she warned you she'd release her blackmail video! <<therapist>>"You'll have a choice then. Everyone in school gets to giggle over your embarrassing display in my office. As well as pour over your internet history. That, or you give up control of your dicklet to me."<</therapist>> Out comes a metal, tight-looking chastity cage. She unlocks it with a tiny, jingling silver key from a silver chain bracelet. <<therapist>>"So, you've disobeyed me and you must be punished. What will it be?"<</therapist>> [[Let everyone at school see the blackmail she's holding over you.|stage5blk]] [[Accept a term in chastity.|stage5chas]]

<<therapist>>"Nearly every day, hm? How did all that feel?"<</therapist>> The back-to-back mindfuck of being made to masturbate only to women's feet and armpits has entirely turned your sexual world on its head. Each orgasm solidifying into stone your place as a lesser creature. You should be made to crawl beside women on a leash, and take what sexual scraps they give you. <<if $therapist5tag is true>> <<therapist>>"I noticed you spent some time looking at a picture of $bullygf. Now how did you get an image like that? Buy it from her?"<</therapist>> She doesn't wait for you to answer before giggling at your expression. <</if>> <<therapist>>"I wonder if instead of sex with your girlfriend, you've been thinking about her rubbing her underarm against your face?"<</therapist>> You swallow audibly, having admittedly thought about that now and then. Not to mention her brushing her feet on your cock, huffing her socks, and a whole host of other beta behavior. <<therapist>>"Maybe after a workout? Oh, or what about after a fuck?"<</therapist>> That's something! Fucking your girlfriend with your tongue lapping her underarms. "Oh no, you wouldn't be having sex with her. You would just be cleaning her body with your tongue after another man has." Her smirk curls along into a stupendously evil smile. <<if $femboyTracker is true>><<therapist>>"Does a boy who masturbates to crossdressing cuties really deserve to use their dick with a girl? You tell me."<</therapist>><</if>> She stands, and takes her blazer off. Coming alongside your end of her desk, she half-sits on the edge and lifts up her underarms. There is the slightest change in shade on the white blouse by her armpits. <<therapist>>"You weren't a good enough boy to see them in the nude. That is nudity for you now, you understand? A woman's bare feet or armpits."<</therapist>> Instinctively you give a few testing sniffs, drawing in a deliciously saline scent of sweat from her. <<therapist>>"Can you imagine just how beautiful they are naked?"<</therapist>> That word! She keeps using it, hammering home that even something so basic is all you deserve. <<therapist>>"If you had done as I said and masturbated everyday, perhaps I'd let you have more. But for now..."<</therapist>> She grasps your head from behind, pulling on the hair, and burying your mouth and nose to her underarm. The hot, stuffy, sweaty pit has your senses trapped. It's such a sudden, and engrossing, scent and taste that you can only pant like a dog. Shouldn't you be pulling away? This is awful, isn't it? Then why are you getting hard and grabbing at the little bulge between your legs. She smears your face over the fabric of her blouse, getting sweat and a decidedly spectacular scent of a woman's underarm all over your nose and lips. Your tongue gingerly brushes against the fabric, half repulsed and half sneaking tastes of her. <<therapist>>"Runt dicks get pits, real men fuck pussies," Ms. Patterson whispers. "Know your station." She pushes your head away. <</therapist>> <<therapist>>"And have fun fucking your hand to the memory of my armpit. You're dismissed."<</therapist>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $playerTherapist = 6>>

<<therapist>>"Every day, hm? How did all that feel?"<</therapist>> The back-to-back mindfuck of being made to masturbate only to women's feet and armpits has entirely turned your sexual world on its head. Each orgasm solidifying into stone your place as a lesser creature. You should be made to crawl beside women on a leash, and take what sexual scraps they give you. <<if $therapist5tag is true>> <<therapist>>"I noticed you spent some time looking at a picture of $bullygf. Now how did you get an image like that? Buy it from her?"<</therapist>> She doesn't wait for you to answer before giggling at your expression. <</if>> <<therapist>>"I wonder if instead of sex with your girlfriend, you've been thinking about her rubbing her underarm against your face?"<</therapist>> You swallow audibly, having admittedly thought about that now and then. Not to mention her brushing her feet on your cock, huffing her socks, and a whole host of other beta behavior. <<therapist>>"Maybe after a workout? Oh, or what about after a fuck?"<</therapist>> That's something! Fucking your girlfriend with your tongue lapping her underarms. <<therapist>>"Oh no, you wouldn't be having sex with her. You would just be cleaning her body with your tongue after another man has."<</therapist>> Her smirk curls along into a stupendously evil smile. <<if $femboyTracker is true>><<therapist>>"Does a boy who masturbates to crossdressing cuties really deserve to use their dick with a girl? You tell me."<</therapist>><</if>> She stands, and takes her blazer off. Coming alongside your end of her desk, she half-sits on the edge and lifts up her underarms. Her sleeveless blouse gives you a full, exposed view of her completely shaven armpits. There is a glisten to the soft folds of flesh that in your censored haze reminds you of a snatch. An almost vaginal gleam of arousal on the labia of her underarm, after a week of masturbating exclusively to them you couldn't be happier. She can tell, by her devious expression, she knows just how much power they have over you. <<therapist>>She takes her fingers and spreads her exposed armpit partly, flattening it out. "Go on, kiss her. You've earned it."<</therapist>> You don't have it in you to decline, not after a week of conditioning pleasure with what she's exposing to you. You dive your lips to her underarm, kissing, licking and worshipping it on her command. She holds your head there, keeping you in place and sedating you. The pleasure makes your eyes flutter. Not a single touch between your legs, yet your little dick is buzzing with excitement at the wonder of serving. <<therapist>>"I want you to know that following orders and obeying is rewarded," she says to you gently, as you roll the salty taste of her armpit around on your tongue. "Keep there, good boy."<</therapist>> You nod, or maybe that's just the bob of your head as you tongue-clean her underarm. The hot, stuffy, sweaty pit has your senses trapped. It's such a sudden, and engrossing, scent and taste that you can only pant like a dog. Shouldn't you be pulling away? This is awful, isn't it? Then why are you getting hard and grabbing at the little bulge between your legs. <<therapist>>"Do you want to touch yourself? Go ahead. You may."<</therapist>> You grasp at your junk, squeezing it to get some stimulation during all this. The supplement of being buried in her underarm makes all the faint over-clothes touches you give yourself electric. <<therapist>>"In time, just this will be enough to make you bust in your pants. By the end of the school year, you'll be ruined as a man. You get that, right?"<</therapist>> Do you? Maybe? You can't think about that now, you've got to worship! Time slows as you lap like a cat at her underarm, brushing her taste across your tongue, dampening your nose with her perspiration. <<therapist>>"You deserve it. If you didn't want to be conditioned into a foot-humping, armpit-worshipping beta, why didn't you just grow a longer cock?"<</therapist>> She cackles and finally shoves you off. <<therapist>>"Runt dicks get pits, real men fuck pussies," Ms. Patterson whispers. "Know your station." She pushes your head away.<</therapist>> <<therapist>>"And have fun fucking your hand to the memory of my armpit. You're dismissed."<</therapist>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $playerTherapist = 6>> <<set $corruption += 5>>

She sighs and places away her medieval little device, your dick going free another day. She begins typing something furiously on her computer, the slight clacking of her nails on the keys giving you an awful sense of dread. <<therapist>>"Don't think for a moment that this releases you from my grasp."<</therapist>> You had thought about that, if only for a fraction of a second. Some hopeful flash of relief. With this blackmail out in the open, you could be free, right? <<therapist>>"Things can always get worse for you. Perhaps I tell your mother the details of all your online perversions. Or your girlfriend. What about adjusting your censor so feet are pixelated, or so that dense black bars cover cleavage instead of pixels?"<</therapist>> A freeze of terror washes over you at her suggestions, and that small hope is crushed from you. <<therapist>>"Done. It's done."<</therapist>> What is? <<therapist>>"Over the course of the next week, videos, text, and pictures about you will be slowly released to the student body. Anonymously, naturally. I have to protect myself. You know what this means, right?"<</therapist>> You'll be a laughing stock, mocked, bullied. <<therapist>>"Yes, by every girl and boy here. And you've just spoiled your chances of ever popping your cherry here, or at any of the local colleges. If anyone ever searches your name online they're just a few clicks from learning you have a micro-dick between your thighs. They'll know you're nothing more than a fist-fucking beta."<</therapist>> <<therapist>>She clears her throat, and smiles widely. "Get out of my sight, $name."<</therapist>> [[Continue.|schoolexitblk]] <<set $blackmail to true>> <<set $playerTherapist = 6>>

"Lower your trousers, and come along this side of the desk." Ms. Patterson beckons you forward with the curling of her nail, tapping it to the table when you take too long. Driven forward by the weakness of your beta constitution, you follow her command. Partly to keep that blackmail safe, but there is a little buzzing in your soft dick. Excitement. Lust over giving power over yourself to her. And that realization that the loss of your virginity, any sexual activity you do, the complete autonomy of your dick is about to be stolen from you. You open your pants and lower them a little, cupping your hands together by your chest like a girl and pushing your hips out a little. Fearful fretting of your fingers between each other makes Ms. Patterson chuckle. She unceremoniously tugs down your boxers and grabs your junk barehanded. She massages down your balls dutifully and firmly. And once she thinks they're sufficiently prepped, she slides a metal ring around them and your shaft both. The touch of a woman, and the evil glower she gives you while she works, makes the blood rush to your dick. Your little prick doesn't get a chance to get hard fully, not at all. She jams the cage around your shaft and snaps shut the lock, and with that click it really hits you. <<therapist>>"See this key? If you're good maybe I'll let you earn it back. For now, enjoy pissing while sitting down. It'll be good practice for your future anyway."<</therapist>> She hurries you out, leaving you to uncomfortable bumble back with a new weight on your dick. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $playerTherapist = 6>> <<set $chastity to true>> <<set $corruption += 2>>

The rest of your school day passes with issue. The last few classes are haunted by the sideways glances of the girls in your class. People snicker and point at you discreetly. She wasn't kidding, they know. They've seen that video of you cumming all over yourself in her office. They know that instead of a 'normal' social life like them, you fuck handpussy at home and wallow in it. Final bell couldn't ring fast enough. [[Home.|room]]

<<if $chastity is true>>\ <<therapist>>"Firstly, time to free that little icky prisoner, eh? How was your week of punishment. I hope you didn't miss out on too much fun."<</therapist>> She smiles with malicious glee, prompting you to reveal yourself. She unlocks the cage on your dick and collects it. A wash of relief runs over you as you feel freedom for the first time in a week. <<set $chastity to false>>\ <</if>>\ <<therapist>>"Now that you've gotten a taste for worshipping women's feet and armpits, and for how persuasive my behavioral therapy can be... it's time to move things forward a bit."<</therapist>> You're so caught up with her words and mulling them over that you pay little mind to her standing and fetching a laptop from a nearby chair. Behavioral therapy? A week of jerking off to feet did make them all the more appealing. Not to mention your encounter with Ms. Patterson afterward. Seeing how much her task had changed you, and having her highlight it, was downright enthralling. <<therapist>>"This is my personal laptop, safe and secure," she begins, "You will give me your email. A private one, not your student email. From now on, you will be doing tasks outside of school for me to mold you into something more useful."<</therapist>> A bit flustered, you ask what she means. The therapist doesn't explain at first, instead sliding over a sticky note and pencil to you. The commanding, stern look she gives shuts you up. [img[setup.img + 'therapist_lean.png']] You scribble out a private email you have, wondering what she could mean. <<therapist>>"Your first task today will be opening and reading my email. Understand, $name?"<</therapist>> You nod, holding your hands together, clutching them between your thighs. <<therapist>>"Good. And don't look so nervous. I'll be paying you for every one you complete. Mind you, these are extra-curricular activities. You will still be meeting me weekly for training. Next week, oh my, it'll be something."<</therapist>> [[Continue.|stage6emailsetup]]

There is a few unread emails in your inbox, all from d0gtamer@censight.co. <<if $taskA is false>> [[Try on your Mother's underwear, $20|stage7mpanties]] <</if>>\ <<if $taskB is false>>\ [[Try NTR porn, $30|stage7tryntr]] <</if>>\ <<if $taskC is false>>\ [[Ask your girlfriend about femdom, $5|stage7fem]] <</if>>\ <<if $taskD is false>>\ [[Ask your girlfriend for femdom erp, $7|stage7fem2]] <</if>>\ <<if $taskE is false>>\ [[Put on some makeup, $20|stage7makeup]] <</if>>\ <<return>>

The rest of your school day passes without issue, and it's back home when the final bell rings. [[Home.|specroom]]

When you hurry home, your first course of action is doing as you're told. You're not interested in invoking the ire of your therapist today. Just like Ms. Patterson said, you open and read her email. Just like much of her personality, it's short, curt and smug: <<therapist>>"Good evening, $name. I've sent you five dollars for being a good dog and following orders. <<if $tribute >= 0>>Will you spend it on $bullygf? Don't be so shocked, I know a lot more about your activity at school than you may expect.<</if>> Check the finance app on your phone, it should be deposited already. When I want, or need, you to follow through with some tasks for me, I will be in touch."<</therapist>> And, unsurprisingly, there was an extra five dollars there. It makes you smirk. It feels good to get something back. And you can spend it wherever you like now, for evil or good. But you need haven't a clue what she'll ask you to do. You squint and realize her email address is d0gtamer@censight.co. [[Continue.|room]] <<set $playerTherapist = 7>> <<set $playerMoney += 5>>

<<therapist>>"$name, I want you to try on a pair of your mother's panties. Take a photo of yourself in them for me, if you do you'll earn $20. Be a good hound, now. I can't wait to see how they look on you."<</therapist>> <<if $hasMompanties is false>> You'll need to steal a pair of panties. Cracking into your mom's room for a clean pair would be like breaking into Fort Knox at this time of night. Besides, you haven't a damn clue how she'd react to you creeping around in her room. <<if $momStat >= 30>> Given how close the two of you have been getting recently you wonder if she wouldn't just give you a pair. Bad luck that she's resting after a shift or else you'd just ask. You could have even told her what it was for. Would she like it? <</if>> Instead, the heist will have to be from the laundry bin in the bathroom. Doesn't take much effort, really. You creep over to the bathroom, root around in the bin, and find a pair. Used, pink, and smelling of mom. She's locked up tight in her room and probably snoring, but still, you feel the need to stalk around silently. Slinking back to your room, you find yourself giddy as you undress. In the place of your PJs and boxers, up rides the pair of used panties. You wish they were warm, warm with the thighs they clung to in the past. They're a bit too snug, and a bit too loose. Ill fitting, of course. But soft in many ways. Comfortable, and when you look down at yourself, there is a feeling of 'rightness'. Perhaps that's just your growing arousal, but seeing your dicklet trapped in a pair of panties felt comforting. You shake off that feeling and commit to your task, facing the full-body mirror on your closet and staring. Should you take this picture? Why not? Besides, doesn't it feel good to expose yourself? You're feeding her more blackmail, humiliating herself for her personal pleasure. And the thought makes your dick twitch. So yes, you should take this picture. As you search for the perfect angle, a small fantasy of wearing these in front of her flashes before you. The urge to masturbate rises as you attach the photo to an email and send it over. <<therapist>>"Not bad, $name. More appropriate for a 'male', like yourself. Consider sleeping in them. I've sent the $20 to your account. You're shaping up to be a fine whore."<</therapist>> Her words make you shiver with delight. You need a handfuck. [[Continue.|porncomputer]] <<set $hasMompanties to true>> <<set $playerMoney += 20>> <<set $taskA to true>> <<else>> You already have a pair of your mommy's used panties to wear. A bubbling, deliciously lewd desire rises in your chest. The sheer naughtiness, it was incredibly splendid. Fetching the pair from the place you had your treasure hidden, you find yourself giddy as you undress. In the place of your PJs and boxers, up rides the pair of used panties. You wish they were warm, warm with the thighs they clung to in the past. They're a bit too snug, and a bit too loose. Ill fitting, of course. But soft in many ways. Comfortable, and when you look down at yourself, there is a feeling of 'rightness'. Perhaps that's just your growing arousal, but seeing your dicklet trapped in a pair of panties felt comforting. You shake off that feeling and commit to your task, facing the full-body mirror on your closet and staring. Should you really take this picture? Why not? Besides, doesn't it feel good to expose yourself? You're feeding her more blackmail, humiliating yourself for her personal pleasure. And the thought makes your dick twitch. So yes, you should take this picture. As you search for the perfect angle, a small fantasy of wearing these in front of her flashes before you. The urge to masturbate rises as you attach the photo to an email and send it over. <<therapist>>"Not bad, $name. More appropriate for a 'male', like yourself. Consider sleeping in them. I've sent the $20 to your account. You're shaping up to be a fine whore."<</therapist>> Her words make you shiver with delight. You need a handfuck. [[Continue.|porncomputer]] <<set $playerMoney += 20>> <<set $taskA to true>> <</if>> <<set $corruption += 2>>

<<therapist>>"Look up cuckolding porn. It is sometimes also called NTR. Find some, watch it closely, and masturbate. In exchange, get $30. You nut into tissues nightly, and now you can get paid for it."<</therapist>> You aren't exactly sure how you feel about jerking off to any of that stuff. It seems like a bad idea, but how bad could just one session for thirty bucks be? With a pinch of reluctance, you get to searching... [[Continue.|ntr]] <<set $playerMoney += 30>> <<set $taskB to true>> <<set $corruption += 2>>

<<therapist>>"Ask your girlfriend how she feels about dominant females. Femdom. If she doesn't know about it, explain it to her. Whether you admit you're a loser who enjoys women trampling him emotionally and physically is a task for another time. For this, $5."<</therapist>> It makes you more than a mite bit nervous to be bringing this up with your girlfriend. Money is money, besides, maybe something good will come of it. You send a probing text over to her, and after waiting what feels like too long, she gets back to you. Like easing a frog into ever hotter waters you try to slowly dip your toes into the subject. She's fairly receptive, if a bit confused and uncertain. <<gf>>"Femdom? Oh, I think I've heard of that, yeah. Like girls in leather with whips and boots. Yep, I've seen that online, lol."<</gf>> At least she's on the right track. You evade the question of why you've begun asking. But you piqued her interest enough that she admits she may look into it more. Was that Ms. Patterson's intent the whole time? [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $playerMoney += 5>> <<set $taskC to true>> <<set $corruption += 2>>

<<if $taskD is false>>\ <<therapist>>"I know you ERP, I know you probably do it with your girlfriend. It would be a sorry thing if you were doing it with some strangers, huh? Well, ask her for some femdom ERP. And remember, I'll be reading the logs. $7."<</therapist>> The blood drains from you as you even consider doing this. It's hot, more than hot. But stepping over that barrier to ask your girlfriend to do this sort of thing. It's cracking open the top of a genie's bottle. The cat will be out of the bag. And neither kitty nor djinn will be returned to their domicile. Biting the bullet, you shoot her a text to see if she'd like to ERP. She's usually pretty excitable and tonight is no different. She's eager to hop online and meet with you in game. You get a bit of cold feet, unsure how to broach the subject with her at all. Do you just ask for her to write about stepping on you or, teasing you or what? Just as you have before you slowly creep toward the subject of her doing some femdom with your toons. It's awkward and she's struggling to get a hold on what you want. To say her early floundering is sexy would be false. But, more and more the awkwardness becomes excitement. She gets into it, teasing you in some really basic ways. It begins to really get interesting when she starts ordering you around. Even just having your character kneeling in front of hers, with a few simple emotes about licking her pussy, really gets you going. Handing over the reins, exposing your interest in all this. It feels like you're exploring some new dark depths in your relationship in all the right ways. The orgasm you have is extraordinary, and she sounds pretty happy herself. As happy as someone can be over text. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $playerMoney += 7>> <<set $taskD to true>> <<else>> The blood drains from you as you even consider doing this. It was painfully hot the first time, but you don't know how she'll feel for sure on another go. Biting the bullet, you shoot her a text to see if she'd like to ERP. She's usually pretty excitable and tonight is no different. She's eager to hop online and meet with you in game. You muster up your will and ask her toon to dominate your own. Before you can finish writing and typing out your request, she hits you with something that feels like an anvil. <<gf>>"Don't worry, I'll open."<</gf>> Waiting for her opener feels like an age and a half, but her emote is huge. Not only does she immediately hop into setting herself above your toon, she demands your character give her head. Writing out the lewd details of eating your girlfriend's box while kneeling in front of her character has your palms sweating. It begins to really get interesting when she lays the humiliation on. <<gf>>"Get used to licking because you're not going to feel it ever."<</gf>> Handing over the reins, letting her decide if you'll ever fuck her, gets you giddy. It's not your characters anymore, it's you, teasing and taunting each other. <<gf>>"You can have a quick handjob on our anniversary, otherwise just use your own hand! Is there something wrong with that?"<</gf>> <<if $playerStamina > 50>>You have to end the RP a little sooner than you would have liked. While trying to edge and wait for her reply, you lose control and cream your hand re-reading her emotes. Sadly, this drains a lot of your creativity energy and the RP peters out.<</if>> <<if $chastity is false>>The orgasm you have is extraordinary, and she sounds pretty happy herself. As happy as someone can be over text.<</if>> Where all that came from you haven't a clue, but you can hardly complain. Who know she could be so dirty? [[Continue.|stage7fem2recap]] <</if>> <<set $relationship += 15>> <<set $corruption += 2>>

<<therapist>>"Go onto a camsite and pay a camgirl for some time. I want you to get into the habit of giving your money over to women. Buy yourself a show. See what $10 can get you. Maybe you'll learn to like it."<</therapist>> You had always been a little curious about these types of things, and now with some free cash to play around with, you've got no reason to not at least give it a try. Setting up an account is a little awkward, they demand a credit or debit card. Without one of those, you think you can't make a profile. Right in the little corner, there is mention of using a third-party payment system. That's your solution! With as much privacy as you can preserve, you make a profile and username. What should it be? <<textbox "$username" "anon">> <<set $username = $username.trim()>> That'll do! [[stage7cam2]]

The therapist demands you look at it: cuckolding. You decide to just give it some exploration. Why not some doujins? Black and white pages marred by bars of black and blurs of pixels, but hot all the same. If anything, your censored vision makes you focus on the story of them. And this is the real hook. You get invested in the protagonist's role, your role, as the lesser man. Your heartaches watching his wife, his girlfriend, and his childhood best friend, get fucked like pieces of meat. And the most exciting part is seeing them give in. Seeing these defeated males, failed betas like you, jerking off in submission. Seeing them in pleasure while their beloved partner is pleasured by another, it flips a switch, and when it does, <<if $chastity is false>>the orgasm you drip out into your hand is another step in a dangerous spiral down.<<else>>you feel even more pathetic for watching this while caged.<</if>> You're left with a stinging, arousing question, what if that was $gfname? [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $corruption +=1>>

<<if $playerMoney <= 149>>\ <<gyaru>>"Seriously? Why are you asking for that if you can't fucking afford it."<</gyaru>> Oh, oh right! You don't have enough. You try to come up with an excuse, but she shoves her palm to your face to move you aside and walk by. <<gyaru>>"Stop wasting my time you idiot. Come with money next time or drop dead."<</gyaru>> You feel like you've set your 'relationship' with $bullygf back a bit. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $tribute -=100>>\ <<else>> <<gyaru>>"Why am I not surprised?"<</gyaru>> She leads you not to the 'usual spot', but up to the second floor, quiet and barren of students. You and her sneak into an empty classroom she has the key for. You ask after how or why she has it. She smirks slyly, slipping it back down her cleavage. <<gyaru>>"Gotta pay to hear that story. How I earned this key is quite the tale. Lots of characters involved too."<</gyaru>> Your brow beads with sweat and your heart races with arousal as you realize she got dicked down, by multiple people it seems, for that key. Probably a teacher, fucking her pussy or mouth or ass or... She leans her butt to the chalkboard and begins taking her shoes off, setting aside one and then the other. Your mind snaps off the topic of her getting gangbanged to what you paid your hard-earned cash for. <<gyaru>>"The most average, loser shit... it's almost boring with how tired and pathetic it is. Really? My fucking feet?"<</gyaru>> She peels off her socks, laying them into the shoes. With perfect balance she stands on one leg, letting you admire it hanging there. Her tanned skin offers a contrast between the top and her sole. Her feet’s soles are pale and surprisingly soft. She smooshes the free foot right to your nose and lips, rubbing them all over. You fumble with your pants, trying to get your dick out before time is up. It’s a fun task when paired with her going ‘tick-tock’ mockingly and smearing her lowest part all over your lips and face. <<gyaru>>"Imagine how good a footjob would feel~ Not going to happen, needle-peen. I am very nimble with my toes, though."<</gyaru>> She pokes your cheeks and lips with them, drawing her foot back, and just as you finally get your pecker out she kicks down, slapping the sole against your cock’s head, and then kicking back up. <<if $underwear is "Panties">>\ $bullygf's eyes flutter and she clicks her tongue, sucking in through her teeth. <<gyaru>>"Nice panties by the way, bitch-boy."<</gyaru>> <</if>>\ [img[setup.img + 'gyarufootexposure.png']] <<gyaru>>"Hurry up or this is going to soon just be a memory. Kneel!"<</gyaru>> You do so, your knees digging into the hardwood of the classroom. Your hand is pumping faster than your mind can think. Gym girl feet, that is your whole mental capacity. Worshipping, loving, wanting them. You lick, and you keep doing it when she doesn't complain. She snickers, toes wiggling in a bit of a ticklish reaction. <<gyaru>>"Like a fucking dog, really. Go on, cum so I can kick your face down into it, pussy bitch. Cum, puppy."<</gyaru>> You can't! That— You try to hold on, but end up creaming your hand early, unable to hold back with her taunting and the lovely smell of her stuffy gym feet. You shoot your shot against the schoolroom floor. Midorgasm, while she is laughing, realizing that actually made you bust, she nearly loses balance, her hands holding the chalk-dusted ledge for support. She wasn't bluffing, with the strength in her legs, she easily shoves your head down into your own mess, painfully smacking your cheek to the floor and smearing your own nut into your hair. <<gyaru>>"Hahahaha! Enjoy cleaning that up, cunt."<</gyaru>> She lets up with the pressure. As you try to set yourself right, you rub your pained cheek and gingerly touch your cum-doused hair. You and her both notice there is still some spunk on the floor, as yet untouched. <<gyaru>>"Lick that cum up and I'll let you kiss my pussy."<</gyaru>> You provide a counter offer. You want to kiss it bare. <<gyaru>>She sneers. "Fucking lot of nerve. Not bare. Nah. If you want that, you have to give a blowjob to my boyfriend."<</gyaru>> What? Blow a guy? Huh? <<gyaru>>"Well, what do you want?"<</gyaru>> [[Yes. Lick up the cum and agree to give her boyfriend a blowjob.|gyaruyesyes]] [[Partial yes. Lick up the cum, but refuse the blowjob.|gyaruyesceinobj]] [[No. Absolutely not.|gyarunoceinobj]] [[No, not the cum on the floor. But agree to give her boyfriend a blowjob.|gyarunceiybjn]] <<set $tribute +=150>> <<set $playerMoney -=150>> <</if>>

<<gyaru>>"Then what the fuck are you staring at me for? Get out of here." <</gyaru>> She nudges your shoulder with her foot and storms off, leaving the classroom door open and you alone to scramble to your feet and try to adjust yourself. It wasn’t the most pleasant, getting a shot of embarrassing adrenaline just after an orgasm. Thankfully no one walks by, and you're able to carry on to the boy's bathroom to try to spruce up and get the cum from your hair. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]]

<<gyaru>>"Whimpy bitch. I was just joking anyway." <</gyaru>> Was that a hint of disappointment in her voice? She puts her foot on your head and shoves it to the tile, and you gingerly stick your tongue out. Really, you barely can taste the cum. The worst part was the dirt and grit of the floor. In fact, the nut, as gross as it was, was preferable. Your one consolation was you'd be kissing her panties when it was done. <<gyaru>>"And swallow that trash. Your cum belongs in the dirt or your own mouth. It is never getting in a pussy, no matter how you pay, needledick."<</gyaru>> She glowers at you with a self-satisfied expression when you look up and does as she asks with a pained gulp. You try to clean the grit from your tongue with your teeth, the little pebbles from the tile being spat out. Just as she said, she lifts up her skirt and shows off her panties. White, with the middle slightly pixelated. It must be a little visible, or maybe the tight outline of her cunt was setting the trigger off. Either way, you let out a whimper upon seeing it. It is so close, that thing you want, a girl's coochie. She taps it with her nail. <<gyaru>>"Go. One kiss. A quick peck. Linger and I'm kicking your nuts until they pop."<</gyaru>> You give it to her, a quick little peck to her pussy. It's all you earned, but it's divine! The scent is sweet and distinctly womanly, bodily, hot, and damp with something foreign that your body craves. She is so lovingly warm. The heat rolls from her, not hotness, but a soothing and reassuring warmth. You could die between her legs. But just as soon as your lips register fabric, just as soon as your mind tingles with the realization you could feel pussy stubble beneath the panties, your forehead is shoved away. <<gyaru>>"That's all for you. "<</gyaru>> She leaves you to clean your cum-smeared self, and takes off without you. The shame walk to the boy's bathroom before class is a familiar trip by now... [[Continue.|Schoolexit]]

She doesn't react at first. <<gyaru>>"Wait, what? Really, fag? Maybe I should charge you for the privilege. You're probably trash at sucking cock. Or maybe you're a pro? Go on, show me how good you are."<</gyaru>> She puts her foot on your head and shoves it to the tile, and you gingerly stick your tongue out. Really, you barely can taste the cum. The worst part was the dirt and grit of the floor. In fact, the nut, as gross as it was, was preferable. Your one consolation was you'd be kissing her panties when it was done. <<gyaru>>"And swallow that trash. Your cum belongs in the dirt or your own mouth. It is never getting in a pussy, no matter how much you pay, needledick."<</gyaru>> She glowers at you with a self-satisfied expression when you look up and does as she asks with a pained gulp. You try to clean the grit from your tongue with your teeth, the little pebbles from the tile being spat out. Just as she said, she lifts up her skirt and shows off her panties. White, with the middle slightly pixelated. It must be a little visible, or maybe the tight outline of her cunt was setting the trigger off. Either way, you let out a whimper upon seeing it. It is so close, that thing you want, a girl's coochie. She taps it with her nail. <<gyaru>>"Go. One kiss. A quick peck. Linger and I'm kicking your nuts until they pop."<</gyaru>> You give it to her, a quick little peck to her pussy. It's all you earned, but it's divine! The scent is sweet and distinctly womanly, bodily, hot, and damp with something foreign that your body craves. She is so lovingly warm. The heat rolls from her, not hotness, but a soothing and reassuring warmth. You could die between her legs. But just as soon as your lips register fabric, just as soon as your mind tingles with the realization you could feel pussy stubble beneath the panties, your forehead is shoved away. <<gyaru>>"That's all for you. "<</gyaru>> She leaves you to clean your cum-smeared self and takes off without you. The shame walk to the boy's bathroom before class is a familiar trip by now... [[Continue.|Schoolexitfalse]]

<<gyaru>>"What? Why, because it's on the floor?" She shrugs. "Fine. Get yourself cleaned up. I'll talk to you about it later. Cocksucker."<</gyaru>> She grins and giggles. [[Continue.|Schoolexitfalse]]

<<if $chastity is false>>\ <<if $playerStamina >= 65>>\ [[Vanilla.|vanillape]] [[Feet.|feetpe]] [[Armpits.|armpitspe]] [[Femboys.|femboyspe]] [[ERP with your girlfriend.|erppe]] [[Jerk off to clothed women.|clothedpornpe]] <<if $hasMomsocks is true>>\ [[Jerk off with your Mom's socks.|mompesocks]] <</if>>\ <<if $hasMompanties is true>>\ [[Jerk off with your Mom's panties.|mompepanties]] <<if $haspic is true>>\ [[Take a look at a picture of the bully girl.|gyarupfappe1]] <</if>>\ <<if $playerQueen is 4>>\ [[Watch Blacked.|blackedporn1]] <</if>>\ <<if $playerQueen >= 5>>\ [[Watch Blacked.|blackedpornpe1]] <</if>>\ <</if>>\ <</if>>\ <</if>>\ <<if $chastity is false>>\ <<if $playerStamina <= 64 && $playerNurse <= 6>>\ You're hitting a plateau, you really should speak with the school nurse when you can... <</if>>\ <<if $chastity is false>>\ <<if $playerStamina <= 64 && $playerNurse >= 6>>\ [[Vanilla.|vanillape2]] [[Feet.|feetpe2]] [[Armpits.|armpitspe2]] [[Femboys.|femboyspe2]] [[ERP with your girlfriend.|erppe2]] [[Jerk off to clothed women.|clothedpornpe2]] <<if $playerQueen is 4>>\ [[Watch Blacked.|blackedporn1]] <</if>>\ <<if $playerQueen >= 5>>\ [[Watch Blacked.|blackedpornpe2]] <</if>>\ <<if $haspic is true>>\ [[Take a look at a picture of the bully girl.|gyarufappe2]] <</if>>\ <<if $hasMomsocks is true>>\ [[Jerk off with your Mom's socks.|mompesocks2]] <</if>>\ <<if $hasMompanties is true>>\ [[Jerk off with your Mom's panties.|mompepanties2]] <</if>> <</if>>\ <</if>>\ <</if>>\ <<if $chastity is true>> You need your cock free in order to make use of the nurse's method. <</if>>\ <<return>>

You decide to try the nurse's method while enjoying some vanilla porn. Normal people having normal sex... you think. It's hard to tell, all the good parts are censored. Seeing cocks slide in and disappear behind a censor, or seeing the bar jiggle as a girl bounces her hefty chest, it's just not the same as nudity. There is some strange appeal, maybe borne of desperation. <<set _psg to either( 'vanilla1', 'vanilla2', 'vanilla3', 'vanilla4', )>>\ <<linkreplace "When are you going to have your first time?">> <<include _psg>> <</linkreplace>> Today you look at some oral, which, surprisingly is still quite arousing. With cocks uncensored, and women's faces uncensored, it's pretty much the same old porn as before! Watching a girl's hand rub at nothing, masturbating, grasping at her censored tits, and fingering a pussy you can't see makes you mind-numbingly desperate. Grasping at your cock comes so natural that using two fingers is a struggle. It feels dainty and not as pleasurable, but even so you try your hardest. The humiliating realization you're wanking off with two fingers does help a little... <<if $playerStamina <= 85>>You realize when looking at your computer's clock that your session went a lot quicker than you thought it did. Perhaps it's time to visit the nurse.<</if>> <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<if $playerStamina >= 65>> <<set $playerStamina -= 2>> <<else>> ''You've become resistant to this method, you should see the nurse.'' <</if>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <<set $vanillaTracker = true>> <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>>

Something about it being feet feels right. This is what you should train with. This is all to help curb your masturbation right? So why not use feet? Two girls sniffing and licking each other's feet gets you going. You can't see but their pussies look like they’re tribbing. You can watch them bury their noses in each other's toes plain as day though. <<set _psg to either( 'feet1', 'feet2', 'feet3', 'feet4', )>>\ <<linkreplace "Lust after them.">> <<include _psg>> <</linkreplace>> You find some pictures of female soles that make your pumping extra accelerated. They're just too hot. Some are soft and smooth, others wrinkled and textured. Clean, sweaty. Even some with socks. All of them get the two-fingered worship you're doling out. Ejaculating for a girl's feet comes easier than you expected... <<if $playerStamina <= 85>>You realize when looking at your computer's clock that your session went a lot quicker than you thought it did. Perhaps it's time to visit the nurse.<</if>> <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<if $playerStamina >= 65>> <<set $playerStamina -= 2>> <<else>> ''You've become resistant to this method, you should see the nurse.'' <</if>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <<set $feetTracker = true>> <</if>> <<if $playerTherapist is 3>> <<set $feetCounter += 1>> <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>>

Women's armpits. When they raise up their arms to present their breasts, often times you've been finding your eyes drifting there. Equal parts repulsive and exciting. Is it the sweat? The stubble? Or the excessively hairy ones? Or perhaps those clean shaven, glistening, delicious looking armpits. A perfect crest to kiss and worship. And it's such a pathetic places to lust after. <<set _psg to either( 'armpit1', 'armpit2', 'armpit3', )>>\ <<linkreplace "You should be kissing here, not a girl's lips.">> <<include _psg>> <</linkreplace>> It makes your dick throb, thinking about it and looking at women's armpits, realizing you can't see their most precious parts. Because you don't deserve to. That's the reason. You cum with some struggle, even the high octane fantasies of a woman's sweltering pit can't get you there very fast. This new method is difficult. <<if $playerStamina <= 85>>You realize when looking at your computer's clock that your session went a lot quicker than you thought it did. Perhaps it's time to visit the nurse.<</if>> <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<if $playerStamina >= 65>> <<set $playerStamina -= 2>> <<else>> ''You've become resistant to this method, you should see the nurse.'' <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <<set $armpitTracker = true>> <</if>> <<if $playerTherapist is 5>> <<set $armpitCounter += 1>> <</if>>

Girls are censored, but boys aren't. Why not watch some traps and femboys get dicked down? It's mostly the same. Perhaps it'll be exciting with this new method she's given you. This one is in a maid's outfit, traditionally very girly, and his face is covered - even better! There is a slight unsettling tingle when he lifts up his skirt and there isn't a black bar there, but instead a dick. You've seen so many dongs since the implant was installed that you're half-forgetting what a cunt looks like... <<set _psg to either( 'femboy1', 'femboy2', )>>\ <<linkreplace "What if you looked like that?">> <<include _psg>> <</linkreplace>> You notice with a throbbing jump in your palm that the crossdressing bottom bitch's dick is bigger than yours it seems, not by much, but still. What's more is the silly method of fapping you've gotten into. Two fingers, really? What is the nurse thinking this will do for you? It takes a bit, but you manage to cum. <<if $playerStamina <= 85>>You realize when looking at your computer's clock that your session went a lot quicker than you thought it did. Perhaps it's time to visit the nurse.<</if>> <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<if $playerStamina >= 65>> <<set $playerStamina -= 2>> <<else>> ''You've become resistant to this method, you should see the nurse.'' <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <<set $femboyTracker = true>> <</if>>

You figure one way to make this nurse training go easier is some quality girlfriend time. You try prodding your GF for ERP. She agrees, but only after some cajoling. Her emotes are short, void of detail and take way, way too long. You try your hardest to write good or engaging actions for her but the magic just isn't there on her end. [img[setup.img + 'erp.png']] You ask her what's wrong and the two of you get talking about OOC stuff. Dirty OOC stuff. When you tell her you're trying a new method of masturbation, she encourages you - a lot. It's exciting how enthused about it she is, and it helps more than you'd hope to admit. It's hard to place if she's just happy to hear about you masturbating, or if it's the method. You're too shy to tell her it's with two fingers. Surreal, delicious pleasure washes over you as you tug with two fingers while she eggs you on. <<if $playerStamina <= 85>>You realize when looking at your computer's clock that your session went a lot quicker than you thought it did. Perhaps it's time to visit the nurse.<</if>> <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<if $playerStamina >= 65>> <<set $playerStamina -= 2>> <<else>> ''You've become resistant to this method, you should see the nurse.'' <</if>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <<set $erpTracker = true>> <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>> <<set $relationship += 3>>

<<if $playerStamina >= 85>>\ You visit the nurse to check up on her, get away from class, and see if she'll inspect you again. She seems quite busy today and its hard and awkward to get more than a few words from her. <<nurse>>"Sorry, $name, there is no way you're ready. Keep following what I told you too, and I'll track your times."<</nurse>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<else>>\ You've noticed a drastic, almost worrying reduction in your handsex times, and you bring such information to the nurse. Her expression, nearly almost always placid and carefree, lights up with the excitement of a child on Christmas morning. She practically runs over to a drawer, where she produces a stopwatch. Same sort the gym teacher uses. <<nurse>>"Please sit on the bed! And remove your pants and undergarments." She always uses such sterile words, but the zeal with which she speaks is recognizably aroused. Wait, aroused?<</nurse>> <<if $chastity is false>> She slaps on her gloves and produces a condom. "You will put this on, in order to catch the dispensed semen, so there isn't an accident." You were barely halfway through with the pants coming off before you barked a 'what'? <<nurse>>"I'm going to masturbate you until you ejaculate, and we're going to chart your times." Her eyes flare with quite a fervent energy. <</nurse>> Could you say no to such an offer, getting to jerk off in front of her— wait... She's going to give you a handjob? [img[setup.img + 'nurse4.png']] <<nurse>>"No, a... uhm, HJ, would be if this were done for sexual pleasure," she darts her eyes around shiftily and adjusts her ponytail. "This is purely for your health and curing your masturbation addiction."<</nurse>> Right... <<nurse>>"I will apply the condom now."<</nurse>> Her voice quavers with anticipation, and the way she looks at your penis, well, no girl has before. Is this cheating? Probably not, right? It's a doctor's visit. She rolls the slightly cold, lubricated plastic down your dink and it makes you shiver. She seems to take this as a good sign and makes an approving hum. <<nurse>>"Ready, steady!" She gets two fingers ready, her index and thumb, right by your dickhead. "Go!" She clicks the stopwatch and begins.<</nurse>> It isn't overly fast, her stroking, but it is firm. And, well, a girl is touching your dick! This is like, the peak sum of all male achievement, right? A condom and glove-covered two-fingered handjob in a nurse's office? Yeah! You feel very masculine right now. Although she isn't working her hand overly fast, and the stimulation is very concentrated, it feels amazing. The way she's gliding up and down your frenulum, the slightest extra pressure to your most sensitive spots. The almost pinching, coaxing upward thrusts. With the lube and glove material on the condom latex, it was sliding effortlessly. Almost immediately you feel your nuts tense up with the need to spurt, drawing up close to your body as your little sack wrinkled and got ready to spray seed. Hopefully in a womb but, it's not like it knows it'll be killed by spermicide. You clench the bed's edge and try to hold back. And she quickens her hand. <<nurse>>She smiles slightly. "Try to hold back. Don't finish just yet. Don't finish, hold on just a bit longer."<</nurse>> Her lusty, lewd tone and the predator’s expression in her eyes erode your confidence. Her words seem to have the opposite effect, as she tells you to hold back you can only feel the barriers to your orgasm break. Like a surprise your edge hits. When you masturbate you take set your own pace, normally, but with your hands off the wheel, there isn't anything you can do but chew your lip and hope you can prolong things. No such luck. Pew~ Pew~, the condom's tip expands and sags slightly with your spent cum. <<nurse>>The nurse hastily clicks the stopwatch again. "Four minutes and thirty-seven seconds. Hmph. Room for improvement!"<</nurse>> You catch your breath! That was a good one. Four minutes, that's not overly long. Not awful. Average... right? <<nurse>>She smirks, "Of course, sweetie. Now. Let's get you cleaned up and back to class, okay?"<</nurse>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $playerNurse = 5>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $chastity is true>> Down your boxers go, and you flinch, shutting closed your eyes. You're caged. <<nurse>>The nurse snorts a laugh and then quickly collects herself. "Excuse me, but what is this?"<</nurse>> It's to prevent you from masturbating, it's a chastity cage. "Aha, you have a masturbation addiction. I see. Boys with smaller penises often find the need to play with them more to compensate. And, also, because they receive less touch from partners." The nurse says such with confidence that you tremble. Before you can even try to defend yourself, to put up some resistance, pulling your pants up. <<nurse>>"It's bad to lie to your doctor. Or your nurse. But, you need to return when you have your little 'growth' free if we're to proceed!"<</nurse>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <</if>>

[[Just some video games and chilling!|vidyagf]] <<set $gfLink = 'rel' + $playerGF>>\ <<link 'Hang out with passion, spend some dedicated time together.' $gfLink>><</link>> <<if $playerTherapist >= 15 && $playerGF >= 9 && $keyholder == 1>> [[Ask her to be your keyholder.|gfchasask]] <</if>> <<if $keyholder is 4>> <<set $gfkeyLink = 'gfkey' + $playerGfkey>>\ <<link 'Ask her for a release.' $gfkeyLink>><</link>> <</if>>

You hit up your girlfriend to ask her if she wants to play some vidya. She's more than happy to. Of course, the classic back-and-forth about will be played goes on. World of Windcraft comes up but is hastily shot down, both of you have spent hours in it together collecting mogs, doing dungeons. You browse Steam, and come across a new co-op game to try. That keeps you both entertained for awhile. The joy of spending time together, teasing each other both for amusement and now and then for arousal is great. It brings a smile to your face, and with the recent harrowing events going on - it's a great reprieve from all the nonsense. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $relationship +=3>>

It's the weekend, and with both you and $gfname free from school, it's time to hang out. Forget the shifts at work, and talking to mom, it's all about you and her today! You've been together almost a year and it feels like no time has passed at all in the best of ways. She has her issues, dare you even say some mood swings, but she's just so fun to be around. You feel you can mostly be yourself around her. The strange, and perhaps worrying thing is that you haven't exchanged photos of each other. She has sent you pictures of her room, her cat, and her school. You have done much the same - pictures of landscapes, school, or nearby points of interest. But nothing of yourself. You're both quite camera-shy. Based on her self-descriptions and details that have slipped out, you have an idea of her in your head. You aren't certain about how accurate it is, but you imagine a girl shorter than you, with brunette hair and large-rimmed glasses. Her hair is done up in one of those hime cuts with long bangs on the side, perpetually needing to be moved aside with a hand cuffed by an overlong sweater sleeve. As far as you know her breasts and butt aren't huge, but just average. She embodies a nerdy and reserved girl, which has its appeal. It's a little safe, and comforting. And if everyone else would reject you and her, you have each other. That safety and us vs. the world feeling is half real and half pretend. Just something silly, something to bond over. But it felt nice. While watching YouTube, fiddling with homework, and listening to music you chat with $gfname all day. It's nice to give and get attention from her, and even inane nonsense small talk is comforting to experience. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $relationship += 15>> <<set $playerGF to 2>>

It's the weekend, and there had been much talk over to past week about doing some stuff together. Now it's time to make true on those promises and be a good boyfriend for $gfname. It'll be some drudgery. But suffering is fun with friends! You both make up a long list of mogs you want to farm from old content, raids, and dungeons to clear for the week. Jovial talk devolved delectably into more lewdness. Old content could be rushed through with the massive damage multipliers, leaving you with plenty of time to chat. A succubus boss with a long, curled whip, evil hooves and massive boobs cracked at your toons heads and missed. [img[setup.img + 'raidboss.png']] <<gf>>"She's hot, isn't she? Step on me!"<</gf>> $gfname did display a naughty desire for women sometimes, which was something to bond over. You realize with a moment of balking that the blur of pixels ruined all erotic aspects of the in-game model. And, moreover, that you haven't told $gfname you can't see women's tits and cunts anymore. Should you even admit that? [[Yes, she should know.|tellgfs2]] [[No, keep it hidden.|notellgfs2]]

With much hemming and hawing, you finally get to the point. While standing in the empty boss arena for a decades old raid you admit that you had an optical implant imposed on you with dubious consent. She doesn't get it. <<gf>>"Huh? Censored? What's that? Wait you mean like you can't see the word fuck?"<</gf>> Nope, can't see a lick of female nudity. It's banned, gone for you. Everyone else in the whole wide world could see her nude but you. Why did you use that as an example. <<gf>>"Really? That's so sad. I'm so sorry, dear. Is there anything I can do to help?"<</gf>> There really isn't, but you appreciate the offer. You ask her if she's okay with you being like this. <<gf>>"It really sucks that you won't be able to see me. That kind of hurts, it's so annoying and like, shitty! That's such a pain. I want to be able to share my body with you and show you but... yeah."<</gf>> You pause, unsure of what to type. It feels great to see she wants you, but so disheartening to know you can't see a damn thing. <<gf>>"Wait a sec. BRB."<</gf>> You wait more than a second. Something about having just admited that you can't see any female genitals to your girlfriend has you buzzing with emotion. It's vulnerable, but it feels a little nice to have it off your chest. <<linkreplace "Check your phone">> <<include gfsnatch>> <</linkreplace>> What the hell is this? It's just a black box. <<gf>>"You really can't see it? It's my down-below lol. Just save it for later! Okay? It's a special treat to look forward to for when you're free of that thing."<</gf>> Your heart is pumping vigerously. This damn sight altering implant! Your girlfriend's pussy, the first time you'd ever seen it, blemished by this. It must have been a close up shot. The whole damn screen is black. You twist and turn and shake the phone hoping that some bewitching angle will trip up your censors and allow you a peek. Anything! At one point you think you see a flash of skin but alas, nothing more. After noticing you're afk... <<gf>>"Yo! You okay? Don't tell me you're being naughty!"<</gf>> That snaps you right back into things... The two of you play for awhile longer and overall it's a pleasant night. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $relationship += 15>> <<set $playerGF to 3>> <<set $hasgfpic to true>>

You keep it hidden that you can't see any nudity, and you aren't sure if you made the right choice. The decision lingers with you a little bit but in time you're refocused on spending time with $gfname. It's great! But you wonder if it would have brought you closer to mention that. It's good to be open with your girlfriend, right? [[Continue.|sleep]]

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You catch $gfname mid-game. You were supposed to be together at this time, it's really rare that she misses a time like this. Much less to play a dungeon. <<gf>>"Sorry I was caught up with a new person I met. Mm, yeah he's a guy. I think. He lives pretty close to me too! I think he goes to a different school. He's super funny."<</gf>> That makes you feel, curious. $gfname spending time with another guy? She's such a shut in, shy type that you never had to worry about her getting caught up with other guys. It was reassuring knowing she wasn't talking to anyone else. But now that's a bit muddled. [[You don't like that idea, ask her not to do that.|rel3nontr]] ''This will lock you from NTR content and keep it hidden in the GF route.'' [[Encourage the behavior, that's fine.|rel3ntr]] ''This will advance an NTR route.''

You ask her politely not to do that, and express how it's unpleasant to be kept waiting for another guy. <<gf>>"Oh no. I didn't realize it would upset you. Sorry I never intended anything like that."<</gf>> Any feelings of discouragement you had for bringing it up are swiftly whisked away by her caring attitude and playful demeanor during your session. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $relationship -= 3>> <<set $playerGF to 4>>

There isn't anything wrong with that! No need to apologize, it's fine she has friends. In fact, it's quite nice she's made another, right? You don't need to be possessive to be comfortable with $gfname. You trust her. Your play session is fun and even a little flirty. It ends with some spicy, semi-public ERP you quite like. What's gotten into her? <<if $chastity is true>>You wish you weren't in a cage, you might have been able to enjoy a little masturbating.<</if>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $relationship += 15>> <<set $playerGF to 4>> <<set $cuck to true>>

<<gf>>"I have a headache."<</gf>>

<<gf>>"I am tired today. Maybe next time."<</gf>>

<<gf>>"I had to write a lot for school today, my fingers kinda hurt."<</gf>>

Chatting with $gfname over the day comes easily. She seems to be in a good mood. <<if $cuck is true>>You notice her replies are sometimes a little slow, and she tells you she's chatting to the guy she met online on the side. It makes you feel a little 'interesting' to know she's chatting to him. What are they saying? It's probably nothing, right?<</if>> Somehow the topic begins shifting to lewd, bodily matters. <<gf>>"I told you about my cup size right, do you remember?"<</gf>> You do indeed, C cups. Whatever the hell that meant. Not like you've ever really seen a breast, less so felt and know what size they are. Maybe you could ask your mom? <<gf>>"Well, I was wondering..."<</gf>> A notion of where this is going begins to stir in your mind. She is going to ask after the size of your penis, you can feel it. <<gf>>"How big is your penis?" (edited) <</gf>> You caught it because you are staring at the chat, but for some reason, she changed the word cock to penis. You aren't sure why, she's written cock, dick, and all the rest in your ERPs before. Never the less, you don't want to halt on your reply too long. What should you do? Be honest? Looking down in your lap, you wonder if it is big. <<if $sphtracker is true>>$bullygf doesn't seem to think so, after what she told you about your dick. If your memory serves, she called it a baby dick.<</if>> The worry, the thought of it not being big, fretting over how small it is, it arouses you. <<if $playerNurse > 2>>The nurse didn't find your penis very noteworthy, she even suggested you might be better off using your fingers and tongue if you ever got with a girl.<</if>> Shaking your head, you realize a moment or two has passed. <<if $chastity is false>> [[Be honest. Give her a measurement, and send a picture.|rel4sph]] <<else>>There is no way you're sending her a picture of your chastity cage!<</if>> [[Decline, dodge the question.|rel4decline]]

You trust $gfname, and you trust she'll like whatever you have. <<if $cuck is true>>And sex isn't everything! She can just use a toy, or find relief elsewhere, if she doesn't like it. Right...?<</if>> Mustering up the courage you've got in your frail little bones, you snap a shot of your frail little boner next to a can for size. You don't reach the can's rim, not by a long shot. And reviewing the picture right after sending it makes it hard not to delete it. [img[setup.img + 'gfmicro.png']] <<gf>>"Guess the little guy is a grower, huh, lol!"<</gf>> You politely, delicately explain that is hard, that's all it grows up to. <<gf>>"Oh wow! Yeah."<</gf>> There is a pause that is heavy with both anticipation, a bit of shame, and a dose of arousal. <<gf>>"That's okay. It's not so bad! A big cock isn't everything, $name."<</gf>> Yeah... it's okay. She isn't impressed, clearly. And it makes you hard. She might be being nice about it, but you know deep down—<<if $cuck is true>>You wonder if the other guy she's talking to is bigger. Will she tell him about your dick size?<</if>> <<gf>>"I mean, so what if there are places in me you will never feel or touch? That's fine."<</gf>> With it being text, you have no idea how to read the tone of that! But, it's true, there are places of $gfname you will ''never'' feel. And that, makes you shudder. <<if $cuck is true>> <<gf>>"how big do you think my friend is?"<</gf>> [[You don't know, but she should ask him.|rel4cuck]]<</if>> [[Continue.|rel4exit]]

You dodge her question, passing it off as a joke. She doesn't relent for awhile. There is some silence, but it seems you finally get her off your back and onto better things. Dodged a damn bullet. [[Continue.|rel4exit]]

She should ask him. Fuck, she should. It almost has you trembling thinking how hot that is. <<gf>>"I'll let you know what he says, okay, babe!~ Just a sec."<</gf>> A sec turns into a minute, into two minutes. You'd better get used to waiting like this, even if it feels excruciatingly long. Might come a time where this is the norm for you. <<gf>>"Wow. Thick. He sent pics. Sorry, it was okay to look at them right? Don't worry, girls don't even like dicks that big - they'd hurt and stuff. I think. :)"<</gf>> If it wasn't, it's too late now. She's seen it. <<gf>>"It was okay to send him that pic back right?"<</gf>> And which was this? That she sent? Could it have been... ? A bead of sweat tickles your brow. <<gf>>"The pussy one I sent you. He said he couldn't show me his cock unless he knew for sure I was a girl so. I mean makes sense, right, I could have been some creep or old dude! lol."<</gf>> She couldn't have just asked his size by number or something? Put up any fight? <<gf>>"I didn't think to, sorry... c:, you're not mad right?"<</gf>> You're not mad, but you are hard. [[Continue.|rel4exit]] <<set $relationship += 15>>

With all that exhausting fun set aside, you and $gfname play a few games, and it's off to bed. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $relationship += 15>> <<set $playerGF to 5>>

Browsing the girls, you see dozens upon dozens of half-dressed and nude ladies. Thumbnails present a whole range of girls. Some have their feet in the camera, others their tits. Some tapping chastity cages, some wielding strap-ons, others looking bored and aloof. It's not unlike gaming streams in a lot of ways. Just more nudity. Probably the same amount of simps. Like you. Giving your cash away to some girl on screen so your little peepee feels nice. Did Ms. Patterson want to rub in just how pathetic you are by making sure you link self-pleasure and paying women even further in your mind? She'd be right, they do deserve your cash more than you do, don't they? There is so much choice at your fingertips that you're completely flush for it. Someone in particular grabs your eye, a girl with tanned and deliciously golden-brown skin. When you join there is the low humming din of an open mic, and the girl doesn't notice you at first. "Hey $username. Read the rules before you post. If you're a loser, you need to pay the loser tax. If you've got a penis under four inches, you've got another tax— oh hey!" She cuts herself off to talk to a regular, giving you a second to read her profile more. It's a live stream, duh. A bit strange to be spoken to directly by the streamer. And weirder yet seeing someone else in the chat come in to pay her a tax for being a beta. A quick glance at her rules has a long litany of things not to say. And mostly a lot of poorly spelled and written stuff about how she's a lot better than you if you're watching her. Those taxes she mentions are expensive. Paying her $15 dollars just because you're a loser? Another $30 just because you've got a small cock? How can she even tell? <<if $playerMoney < 44>>You don't have the money to pay for that either way.<</if>> You're going to hand this girl your money? [[Complete your task, give her the $10 for a show.|stage7cam3]] <<if $playerMoney > 44>> [[Pay the loser tax and small dick taxes.|stage7cam4]] <</if>>

Abrupt ending into a show. Money talks, bullshit walks. If you want to impress camgirls, open up that walletpussy.

More in-depth humiliation.

<<therapist>>"You've done well with my little email tasks and earned some cash. You've learned that being good yields rewards in fair exchange. Now I want you to learn a little humility and humbleness."<</therapist>> You swallow, unsure of what she could mean. <<therapist>>"Next time I see you, I want you to be wearing girl's panties, understand?"<</therapist>> Panties? To school? You couldn't! You'd die, no way. <<therapist>>"Oh, yes," Ms. Patterson clicks her tongue. "You'll show up in them or you'll regret it."<</therapist>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $playerTherapist = 8>>

<<if $underwear is "Panties">> <<therapist>>"Are you wearing them?" Ms. Patterson asks behind steepled hands, seated in her large, leather chair.<</therapist>> You nod meekly, and you bring your hands to your chest. Something compels you not to sit, but stand on the opposite side of the desk from her. With a slow, cat-like grace she rises and approaches you. The carpet dampens the clack of her heels and you fight not to look down at her feet. Without so much as breaking eye contact with you for a second, she undoes the button and belt to your pants and splays them open, revealing the pink 'borrowed' underwear. Being exposed so casually makes your skin tingle. You suppose it's nothing new in Ms. Patterson's office. With this pink new secret holding tight to your butt it's got you weak in the knees. Look how low her dominion has brought you. <<therapist>>"My, my, cute. Where did you get these I wonder? A department store? The laundry basket? Perhaps someone here at school?"<</therapist>> Each suggestion makes your breath accelerate, especially when she hits on the right one. She looks down, and you along with her, to the stiffy in your panties. <<therapist>>"My, the cute little prick is out to play. It's more of a sissy's clit now, bundled in panties."<</therapist>> Your lungs swell and shrink with heavy breathing. <<therapist>>"Like the sound of that? Panties and a runty dick alone don't make a sissy. Dedication does. Maybe that'll be your path, hm?"<</therapist>> She ruffles your hair with an odd affection to it. Your cock twitches, tight to the fabric, oozing out a damp glob of pre. <<therapist>>"Enjoy the feel of them, you're dismissed for now. Perhaps soon you'll need to find a bra. It'll have to be one that will fit your flat chest. But that is for a later day."<</therapist>> Short of breath from the examination, you nod and redress yourself. Your panties feel wet with the now cool spot of excitement you oozed into them. If your stamina was any lower you wonder if you'd have came. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $corruption += 5>> <<set $playerTherapist = 9>> <<else>> You find some excuse to avoid Ms. Patterson, as you're not wearing the panties she asked you to put on. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <</if>>

The rest of your school day passes without issue, and it's back home when the final bell rings. [[Continue.|gyarubj]]

The school's entryway is packed with students exiting excitedly. Everyone wants to get the fuck home and with good cause. With your hand on your backpack's strap, you're ready to take the long and arduous trudge back home. Until a familiar voice breaks through the noise and calls out to you. <<gyaru>>"$name!"<</gyaru>> It's $bullygf. Her viciously attractive smile flashes across her tanned features. <<gyaru>>"You owe me something."<</gyaru>> Your neck and forearms prickle with a chill. What did she mean? Money? <<gyaru>>"C'mon, my boyfriend isn't too far off."<</gyaru>> And there, your throat dries. Oh fuck. She was serious. She grabs your wrist, tugging you along. More than a bit taller than you, and athletic, she has you in her grasp with no hope of escape. A bit of fear and shame compels you to dig your heels to try and drag along but there is absolutely no way to resist her. And how could you? What with her giving you that look, a piercing stare that cuts right through you. [img[setup.img + 'locker_room.png']] "Ready for this, you little slut?" She asks with a whisper, pulling you along into the locker room. There is an eerie silence that comes over the boy's locker room. And a strange feeling of wrongness, seeing $bullygf so brazenly flaunt around in here. She knows her way around, which makes you tingle, how often had she been back here, and with who? [[Continue.|gyarubj2]]

<<gyaru>>"Hey, babe! I got the surprise," $bullygf happily calls, her voice echoing slightly.<</gyaru>> There he is, sitting on a bench in his stupid jock outfit. His clothes were so typical you almost snorted a laugh, but you bite your tongue when you see what's over his eyes. A blindfold, red, some shirt or towel perhaps. He doesn't have a clue what is about to happen. <<gyaru>>"She really needs help learning, thanks for volunteering," $bullygf's voice is sugary with a pleasantry you've never heard her use with you. <</gyaru>> Her boyfriend says something in reply, but you can't hear him because she seizes you about the shoulders and whispers in your ear. <<gyaru>>"Say a word to him or make a noise and I'll pop your nuts, got it?"<</gyaru>> Your eyes shrink to pinpricks and you nod with a slow pace. <<generic>>"Can we hurry up, I've been waiting around for fifteen minutes." <</generic>> <<gyaru>>"Don't rush her, she's a novice, okay?"<</gyaru>> She takes your backpack off of your shoulder and sets it on the bench. You can't see it but the way he tilts his head makes you think he rolled his eyes. $bullygf knees you in the back of your thigh to force you to kneel, with care, of course. She's as invested in keeping you silent as you are in wanting to stay anonymous. If anything, this makes it a little more bearable. That's what you think, until he gets his cock out. He unbuttons and unzips his jeans, pulling them and his boxers down just enough to reveal his meat. Not only is he more man than you in height and looks, he is also packing. A thick, looming cock that is already hard and looking for action shadows your lips. There is a masculine tinge to the scent, the reddish tip glistening with excitement and want. His glans swell and shaft twitches, hands on the bench, waiting. $bullygf turns to you, grasping your hair, and motions a tongue-licking at the air. If you didn't have a boy's dick pressing up against your nose you'd have thought she was telling you to try the ice cream. You take the plunge. You agreed to it, and you're here. With a wary disposition, you glide your tongue from base to tip, your chin brushing against the edge of his open jeans. The taste is a little saline, a little twinge of sweat and skin lingers before you take another lick. It's with a heavy, awful feeling that you realize instead of a girl, the first person you're giving head to is a guy. And you paid for the privilege. $bullygf is over the moon, you can tell because she's got a hand on your head, and a hand between her legs, toying with herself behind the curtain of her skirt. Your eyes bulge and you gawk at her, but the prick of her nails to her scalp keeps you focused. <<generic>>"Put it in your mouth already, bitch," her boyfriend grumbles.<</generic>> He grasps the base of his dick and tries to guide it in, forcing it past your lips and teeth. With a wet and surprised sound, you gag on it. What follows feels natural, to some degree. You've seen it hundreds of times in porn, a girl sucking dick. Now you are blowing a guy, what's the difference? You try to bob your head, and suck dick like they do in porn, falling into a rhythm. $bullygf 's breath gets heavy as she continues to watch you. The lewd, humiliating reality of kneeling in the locker room and having your mouth used as a cock receptacle, and hearing $bullygf enjoy it so much brings you an odd, hazy arousal that drives you forward. <<generic>>Eventually, though, he gets frustrated. "She fucking blo— she's not good."<</generic>> <<gyaru>>"She's learning!" Her voice cracks with the telltale signs of sexual excitement.<</gyaru>> <<generic>>"Whatever."<</generic>> Your chin is grabbed suddenly, and he stands, pulling his cock out and stroking himself against your tongue. Before you can figure you what to do with yourself or your hands you feel him blow his load against your tongue. Your tongue tries to recoil from the massive injection of salt as he grunts and ejaculates into your mouth. It's thick and virile, nothing like what your dink spits up. The bitterish tang nearly makes you gag, what with the fat rushes of sperm being shot against the back of your throat. With a sputter and choke you accidentally quaff back his nut, gagging hard until $bullygf kicks you in the side to shut you up. <<generic>>"Alright, are we done?" He asks, going to lift his blindfold.<</generic>> $bullygf is quick to grasp it and keep it down to make sure he's still in the dark. <<gyaru>>"Yes, thank you very much. But she wants to keep anonymous, alright?" <</gyaru>> She kicks your thigh - a signal to get the fuck out, what with her snarling face. <<generic>>"Whatever, I want a proper one after I get something to eat..."<</generic>> You don't want to linger, grabbing your backpack and taking off from the locker, the taste of another man's spunk polluting your mouth, and a tiny hard-on between your legs. You did all this for a kiss on $bullygf 's pussy, bare. Her bare, exposed cunt. You wait around a little while. Should you go? Should you stay? Did she trick you again? Just as you've made up your mind and feel cheated, you get a message from $bullygf. [[Continue.|gyarubj3]]

<<therapist>>''Find some make-up, I don't care how. Experiment with it, put it on, and report back to me. With pictures of course. For this, you'll earn $20.''<</therapist>> The obvious answer is to pilfer some of mom's. And for such a loathsome task, you don't want to spend money to buy your own. You sneak to the bathroom when she is asleep and linger around the medicine cabinet. A curious, anxious face looks back at you from the mirror. Are you really going to doll yourself up for a few bucks? And then show Ms. Patterson? A lurch moves in your chest; arousal, a heat in your loins drives you forward. Yes. You will. Mercifully, mom doesn't use much in the way of make-up. You fiddle with some very basic things. Red lipstick, mascara, foundation, eyeliner. Some are obvious, some you've seen her use, others are completely foreign to you. Shamefully you expect a clown to be staring back at you after you fumble around with her makeup. But, given how light her items are, you're dazzled by the results. You just look more girly. It's a bit of a shock to see your eyes, face, and lips take on a subtly more feminine tilt. After shaking off the strange feelings in your chest, you snap the pictures she requires of you. <<therapist>>"You surprise me, $name. You almost look like any other high school girl. Why don't I throw you another $10 and you let me send these to a colleague? I will censor your identity, of course."<</therapist>> You ask her if she means another teacher, and how she intends to censor you. <<therapist>>"Of course not! And, with the eyes. You'd be surprised how much hiding someone's eyes conceals their identity."<</therapist>> [[Agree.|stage7makeupa]] [[Decline.|stage7makeupd]] <<set $taskE to true>>

You let her send the photos off after you approve their concealed versions. [img[setup.img + 'makeup.jpeg']] <<therapist>>"She loved them. Good job, $name. You had a surprisingly careful hand in applying that makeup. Makes me wonder just how much experience you have."<</therapist>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $playerMoney += 30>> <<set $corruption += 5>>

No. That's too much, you can't. She doesn't reply to your answer save for depositing the agreed amount in your account. Hopefully she stayed true to her word. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $playerMoney += 20>>

It's video games and chatting, as per usual. You can't ask for too much more than that. The company of a girl, much less one who enjoys the same stuff as you, is comforting. <<if $cuck is true>>Even if she is chatting to someone else on the side, you can't tell at all. If anything it makes things all the more exciting.<</if>> You and her sit peacefully in Windcraft, lazily chatting privately while waiting for your PvP match to start. This time of day has long queues though, so it's no rush. <<gf>>"10 inches is way too much."<</gf>> Where did this come from? Why is this the topic now? <<gf>>"It is! Haven't you ever seen in porn, like a girl will use a dildo that's huge and not even put like half of it in her."<</gf>> You suppose she's right. <<gf>>"That's why guys with smaller dicks shouldn't worry too much."<</gf>> You feel incredibly called out. <<gf>>"No, it's okay, having a smaller dick is fine. Like, I have a huge lizard dildo thing but I only use like, 7 or 8 inches of it."<</gf>> You prod her for more, brain hazy with the fuzz of this conversation topic. She's never told you she masturbates with a toy like that, you always assumed it was by hand. The thought of her making use of such a huge thing has you intimidated. <<gf>>"Yeah like for example, if we ever had sex I could just use that after you're done."<</gf>> Hearing that clonks you on the head like a mallet, the salacious suggestion traveling down to your nethers to stir them. Huh? You try to ask as delicately as possible for her to elaborate. <<gf>>"Yep. Like just grab it from the dresser drawer. I can just do it after you're asleep, babe."<</gf>> <<if$cuck is true>>\ She continues typing, cutting in before you can reply. <<gf>>"You know that guy though, his cock was probably like easily 7 inches. I think at least. It was only a picture but... "<</gf>> Some villainous little demon in your pants types for you, asking her what she'd feel like taking 7 inches of dick like that. <<gf>>"Oh I'd probably cum. I actually really like penetration when I masturbate, not all girls do though. But not with my fingers. So basically anything finger-sized is out."<</gf>> You're finger-sized... <</if>>\ Your small prick is so hard you think it'll burst. You grope and toy with yourself but the in-game waiting queue pops, and the two of you are whisked into a match of PvP. Just as quick as the topic opens, it closes. The distraction of the match changes the flow of conversation. And, you're too meek to pursue it again. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $playerGF to 6>>

She turns and, her eyes flicker for a second, and the room's lights darken to something dim and intimate, and the wall to your right glows, almost like a wall struck with the glow of an old projector. On 'screen' with shifty quality was a young man and woman hugging. You repeat that to her and she nods in the affirmative. Next a woman in a bikini, your heart sinks to your stomach. Dread fills you and it must come across on your face, as Miss Blache turns and snickers at you callously. There is a woman in a bikini indeed, but her cleavage is pixelated with large blocks that blur the details such that only the evidence of the crest of her breasts is there with no details, perfectly cut to the fabric of her red swimsuit. Bizarrely, so too her swimsuit bottoms were slightly blurred at the crotch. You turn your head slightly from side to side and the pixels warp and roll along with your sight. [img[setup.img + 'swimsuitcen.png']] <<blanche>>"What do you see?"<</blanche>> You see a girl in a bikini at the beach. <<blanche>>"And?"<</blanche>> And her precious bits are censored. She grins at you with malice and onto the next image. A man posing with his hands on his hips and, his penis out. Something an artist might find useful - a picture of a posed model. And no censorship. When you report that, Miss Blanche's pleasure only seems to increase. [[Continue.|cencorp2]]

The next is a woman with her shirt around her biceps, open and her chest exposed. Not pixels this time, a full thick black bar. Its edges occasionally twitched and shifted, it was a live and functioning censor. That woman's boobs were out and all you could see was black - nothing. Your penis tingles. [img[setup.img + 'blackbarcen.png']] <<blanche>>"I can tell by your elevated heart rate that it's functional. Good."<</blanche>> On came the next image, something similar. A different woman this time. And, you weren't sure of the difference until you turned your head to look at Miss Blanche. The black box didn't shift, move or twitch. This one— [img[setup.img + 'blackbarcen2.png']] <<blanche>>"Just another black box, right? This one was been edited to the image. It's helpful for us to see if things are working properly with a control like this."<</blanche>> <<blanche>>"That will be all with the testing."<</blanche>> She snapped her fingers and pointed before the desk and returned to her seat. <<blanche>>"I've gone over the reports and records about the incident that led you to being reprimanded and chosen for this experiment. I already know the truth but wish to hear it in your words. Why don't you tell me exactly why you are here?"<</blanche>> [[I was jerking off to the therapist's tits.|I was jerking off to my teacher's tits.]] [[I was staring at a classmate's ass.]] [[I watch too much pornography.]] [[I am innocent!]]

Sometimes, if you miss the bus or its taking too long, you need to hop on the train. This is one of those days. Normally it's not so bad. What difference does it matter, public transit tube on rails or on wheels? Today is a double whammy though. Not only are you having to descend into the earth to ride the subway, it's absolutely packed. Lots of irritated business men in suits, students just like yourself, and other public transit cretins! Shuffling forward, you notice they have a metal detector, and everyone is being funneled through it. Maybe something happened? While waiting you crane your neck this way and that, noticing the shabby adverts on the walls for all manner of things. Including CenSight. The technocrat bastards! Your augmented vision flickers a little as it interacts with the poster, highlighting it slightly. Thank goodness they put that function in... It's such a pain to empty your pockets and lay your bag on the conveyor, but there isn't much of an option. <<if $chastity is false>> It's annoying, but you get through it without any problem. And a female police officer even smirks at you! That's pretty cool. [[Continue.|schoolstart]] <<else>> You eyebrows perk up with the slow realization you're currently compacted in a metal chastity cage. Like a lamb trying to avoid the slaughter, you look here and there for escapes. Can you get across the metal detector some other which way? The female officer on duty gives you a look from over her monitor, some mirth hiding behind her long lashes. Before your lust-fuzzy mind can figure out a solution, you're shuffled through the metal detector. ''BEEP BEEP BEEP.'' The female officer stops you and pulls you aside. Of course. [[Continue.|metaldetected2]] <</if>>

It's time to use your mom's stuffy, used socks, to cum with. The smell pleasantly of her natural, unique fragrance. A work day and more on her feet, treading in these socks. They have a lingering warmth to them that makes you riled up. You don't even need any visual aid beyond the sight of her used socks. You get yourself up on your bed, laying on your back. You take one to your hand and cover your face, while you stroke yourself off with the other. Fantasy visions of monitored masturbation sessions with your mom, savoring and becoming enamored with her scent, the feel of the softened fabric. The sensations and thoughts become intense quickly. You shift to a grip just as the nurse ordered you too, seeking to use your mother's feet, the scent of her socks, as fuel for the destruction of your ability to pleasure a woman. To spoil your stamina with her socks is an excellent feeling that makes you loopy. In far too short a time, your hips begin thrusting up at the sock in your hand, getting ready to inseminate the used footwear of your mother. The incestuous, pathetic, humiliating reality of jerking off with her socks makes you tremble with delight. It feels delicious, it's right. It's right where you should be. You deserve this. You don't deserve anything more than this. Audibly you moan against the sock clutched to your face, shooting your seed deep into your Mom's sock, staining the fabric with a few white dollops. These will need to be cleaned... <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>> <<set $hasMomsocks to false>> <<if $playerStamina >= 65>> <<set $playerStamina -= 2>> <<else>> ''You've become resistant to this method, you should see the nurse.'' <</if>>

It's time to hump your Mom's used panties. To feed that fiendish desire you sniff at her delightful scent. These were rubbing back and forth against your mother's pussy and ass, and a lecherous grin spreads across your face as you admire each inch of the fabric. Soft, old and worn, the panties are. Perfect for thrusting against. That is just what you do, mounting the bed, and laying them on your quilt. You play pretend at prone-boning her panties, thrusting the underside of your cock against the pilfered panties. You feel proud, strong. Fucking something, having sex. Well, pretending to at least. And that thought and feeling, matched against the reality of what you are doing, is delicious. Holding yourself up to grind your dick down on her panties is surprisingly a bit difficult. You make use of the nurse's method, lifting yourself off from the grind a bit to jerk your dink just as she prescribed. Something powerful overcomes you, a sort of dry-mouthed feeling of depravity. Spoiling your own sexual stamina, your masculine potency, to the totemic representation of your mother's pussy. Before long you're moaning like a wimp and shooting your nut - not deep into some woman's snatch - but the dirty panties of your Mom. With extreme satisfaction, you dismount and gather up the cum covered panties. These will need to be washed. <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>> <<if $playerStamina >= 65>> <<set $playerStamina -= 2>> <<else>> ''You've become resistant to this method, you should see the nurse.'' <</if>> <<set $hasMompanties to false>>

<<if $playerMoney <= 149>>\ <<gyaru>>"Seriously? Why are you asking for that if you can't fucking afford it."<</gyaru>> Oh, oh right! You don't have enough. You try to come up with an excuse, but she shoves her palm to your face to move you aside and walk by. <<gyaru>>"Stop wasting my time you idiot. Come with money next time or drop dead."<</gyaru>> You feel like you've set your 'relationship' with $bullygf back a bit. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $tribute -=100>>\ <<else>> <<gyaru>>"Why am I not surprised?"<</gyaru>> She leads you not to the 'usual spot', but up to the second floor, quiet and barren of students. You and her sneak into an empty classroom she has the key for. You ask after how or why she has it. She smirks slyly, slipping it back down her cleavage. <<gyaru>>"Gotta pay to hear that story. How I earned this key is quite the tale. Lots of characters involved too."<</gyaru>> Your brow beads with sweat and your heart races with arousal as you realize she got dicked down, by multiple people it seems, for that key. Probably a teacher, fucking her pussy or mouth or ass or... She leans her butt to the chalkboard and begins taking her shoes off, setting aside one and then the other. Your mind snaps off the topic of her getting gangbanged to what you paid your hard-earned cash for. <<gyaru>>"The most average, loser shit... it's almost boring with how tired and pathetic it is. Really? My fucking feet?"<</gyaru>> She peels off her socks, laying them into the shoes. With perfect balance she stands on one leg, letting you admire it hanging there. Her tanned skin offers a contrast between the top and her sole. Her feet’s soles are pale and surprisingly soft. She smooshes the free foot right to your nose and lips, rubbing them all over. You fumble with your pants, trying to get your caged cocklet out before time is up. It’s a fun task when paired with her going ‘tick-tock’ mockingly and smearing her lowest part all over your lips and face. The intensity of the situation really made you completely forget your lock up. You look down at it with a mixture of surprise and annoyance, feeling yourself twitch against the metal impotently. <<gyaru>>"Imagine how good a footjob would feel~ Not going to happen, with that cage one. Maybe I could try picking the lock. I am very nimble with my toes."<</gyaru>> She pokes your cheeks and lips with them, drawing her foot back, and just as you finally get your pecker out she kicks down, slapping the sole against your cage’s tube, and then kicking back up. She sees your trapped state and starts laughing with immense joy and a bit of confusion. <<gyaru>>"Do you like torturing yourself? You must, paying to simp for my feet and you can't even tug your worm."<</gyaru>> She points at you and cackles. <<gyaru>>"The look on your face, it's like I just kicked your puppy. Tell you what, dummy. Seeing as your dicklet is on house arrest, I'll let your tongue lick the bottom of my feet."<</gyaru>> You immediately relent, the pent up arousal of your locked dicklet driving you forward. Without the chance to feel pleasure along your shaft directly, you're desperate to play into your depraved fetishes to make your whole body tingle. Running your tongue across the bottom of her soles you can feel each curve, line and wrinkle. The taste of it was splendidly ruinous. The slight nothing of skin, the salt of sweat, the foot-scent of an active girl. You can feel your pre squirting out in shots against your cage's entrance, splattering fruitlessly in your undergarments. <<gyaru>>"Okay, you've had enough! Get up and get the fuck on. And next time, get your key or you'll be disappointed again~."<</gyaru>> She nudges your shoulder with her foot and takes off, leaving the classroom door open and you alone to scramble to your feet and try to adjust yourself. The dense adrenaline of unresolved pleasure thrums in you. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $tribute +=150>> <<set $playerMoney -=150>> <</if>>

Your phone buzzes and the message from $bullygf reads: <>>"Meet me in our special corner for your reward, puppy."<> Your heart races and beats in your chest like a drum. The rush of excitement and energy makes you feel like you're going to pass out. You're really going to get to do it, kiss $bullygf right on her pussy. The wait for her is excruciating, but eventually she appears. Smug, self assured girl boss. A girl who's ripped $tribute dollars from you, who had immense dominion over you. The taste of cum on your tongue makes you frown, realizing the experience will be soiled by sperm. Some awful, degenerate thought bubbles up from deep inside. The thought that you should get comfortable with only tasting pussy when accompanied with cum. It makes you shiver and twitch as you wait. It takes far too long, but eventually $bullygf arrives at your hidden spot looking like she's in a rush. "Ready for your pussy-kiss, loser?" You nod and kneel in anticipation. "Someone's eager. Thank fuck you have that eye-thing. I don't want some cocksucker looking at my pussy." She smirks devilishly and pulls her skirt's hem up. A black bar appears, hiding her nethers. It makes you groan with frustration, but that is your life. "Hurry up!" With her insistence you press your lips forward, hitting... something! It's a little moist, slightly fragrant with an erotic, feminine scent that is like pure divinity to you. The taste is a little saline and a little flavorful. Not bad, but certainly unique. Your tongue begins waggling from your lips and she slaps you away. "Easy, slut. You'll have to earn that. Now get the fuck home before I have my boyfriend kick your ass." Her voice is surprisingly playful for how aggressive her words are. You rise from your kneeling, head a little dizzy with seeing and tasting the object of your intense desires. You wonder if $gfname would be upset with you. Returning home is a blur, the scene of you sucking cock playing again and again in your mind. [[Continue.|room]]

A glance down at the officer's chest and her name tag reveals only 'Baker'. And, Officer Baker grabs you by the bicep and pulls you aside. <<generic>>"Young man, do you have something on you that needs to be taken off before going through the metal detector again?"<</generic>> You try to sputter and back off, but she holds tight to you. She gives you a look at her console, a little graphic of a body with a hot spot right at the crotch. <<generic>>"That's not a piercing, I know for sure. So what are you packing there mister?"<</generic>> You blush and shake your head no, as if to decline her question. Getting out of this won't be simple. <<generic>>"If you won't tell me, you'll have to show me." She waggles a smaller, triangular hand-held metal detector at you.<</generic>> Once more you try to rebuff her. <<generic>>"I'm giving you a lawful command, 'sir'." She beckons you to the private office, her partner taking over control of the metal detector.<</generic>> [img[setup.img + 'police.jpg']] Without recourse, and wishing not to be late to school, you hurriedly follow her in. You try to find the words to describe what's in your pants but all that comes out is a pathetic croak. <<generic>>"Open!"<</generic>> She goes for your belt, removing the latch from the hole and opening your pants. You freeze up and wince while the officer pulls down the layer of underwear protecting you. <<generic>>"Oh my god, wow. A chastity cage. Ha! And so tight looking. You okay in there little guy?" She chuckled, grinning with malevolence. "I knew it, really did. Had an ex that begged me to put him in one."<</generic>> She sighs, smiling with nostalgia twinkling in her eyes. <<generic>>"Oh, well, go on and get outta here I guess!"<</generic>> She waves her hand-held detector over your junk, causing a geiger-counter like whee-whoo before waving you out. Confused, embarrassed, and wanting to get away, you tug up your pants and make for the train. [[Continue.|schoolstart]]

<<therapist>>"What has this whole endeavor been about?"<</therapist>> You think a moment, and a sarcastic answer beckons to be spoken. You declare from memory the same hogwash CenSight offered your mom to convince her to install this evil device behind your eyes. The intention is to stop you from masturbating. <<therapist>>"And yet all you've done these past few weeks is fuck your hand on my order, does that seem right?"<</therapist>> You nod, the tingle of distant, depraved arousal upon ruminating on how Ms. Patterson has bent your desire against you. Feet, armpits, dressing like a girl. <<therapist>>"Behavior set in cement and permanency with masturbation. Pleasure the chisel that carves to the tablet of your mind submissive tendencies that won't soon buff out."<</therapist>> You flutter your eyes, silenced by her words and unsure where she was going. What new paraphilia will she impart on you? <<therapist>>"It goes to follow, that a more intense session of pleasure will carve a deeper cut to your psyche. It would make your mind pliable and weak. Make the strength your little prick can muster even lesser than it is."<</therapist>> She stands from behind her desk, and presents you a small paper box, rough around the edges. Dyed white. It jangles with metal pieces, foreboding with the way her shaking of it presents some weight. Ms. Patterson sits alongside you on her desk, pouring the contents out before you. Some small part of you knew what it would be. A ring. A tube. A lock. And no key. A chastity cage. Tight, small. Immediately you draw away, pull back. No, no way you'll do it! Give over access to your dick to her? That would be a disaster. <<therapist>>"How's this? Agree to it without a fuss, and I'll put it on for you."<</therapist>> When is it coming off if it goes on? <<therapist>>"When I say so, of course. Sooner if you're a good boy for me. Later if I get lip from you."<</therapist>> Ms. Patterson taps her fingernail to the metal tube, the spot your cock would be snugly bound in. Tap-tap-tap. <<therapist>>"For right now, just a week at a time. It'll help you focus on your studies. I promise."<</therapist>> Her cruel grin returns, spreading across her face with a seductive lick across the lips. <<therapist>>"So, will you agree to put it on without a fuss? Or will I have to call Mommy and tell her your dickie needs to go away and have her demand it of you?"<</therapist>> [[Agree and submit without a problem.|stage9a]] [[Decline and refuse.|stage9d]]

"That's a good little bitch. Open your pants and be quick about it." <<if $underwear is "Panties">> You do as she asks, and she chuckles at seeing the panties covering what shrimp you call a dick. She runs her hand over the side of his, brushing against your leg. <<therapist>>"Good initiative. Keep it up and you'll be out of this in no time."<</therapist>> <<else>> <<therapist>>You reveal your shrimpy and she sneers at it. "Still hung like a mouse." <</therapist>> <</if>> She pulls your underwear down and grasps your balls. She pulls them forward which makes you wince, but it's not painful at all. She works the ring over your junk, putting it tight and close to your body. <<therapist>>"Say goodbye, I hope whatever handpussy he got last was good," Ms. Patterson hisses mockingly, brushing her fingertip across your dink. Despite an arousal buzzing in your groin you remain meek and soft.<</therapist>> She slides the cage to the ring, and locks it together with a mechanism. Silly little thing that it is, you feel an erection spring up just as it's locked tight, squeezing against the metal tube and pulling against your marbles. <<therapist>>"Well, on your way." She dangles the keys, which she produces from her pocket, before your nose. So small, and yet they hold immense power over you now. "You'll get that worm free next week."<</therapist>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $playerTherapist = 10>> <<set $chastity to true>> <<set $corruption += 2>>

<<if $chastity is true>> <<therapist>>"You've been good enough. Why not get yourself released?"<</therapist>> Ms. Patterson dangles the key before you. After a week struggling in this cage, you're chomping at the bit for it. You nearly leap forward and beg. <<therapist>>"Unless you'd like to give it up for another week? You'd never do that right?"<</therapist>> [[Stay caged another week.|stage10b]] [[No, refuse. Be unlocked.|stage10a]] <<else>> Ms. Patterson is playing no games, and taking no prisoners. When you arrive in the office, she already has the cage on the table. <<therapist>>"Pants down. Cage on. And make it quick."<</therapist>> If you could resist her whims up until now, you wouldn't have gotten this far. With reluctance, you say goodbye to your freedom for another week. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $chastity to true>> <</if>>

Mom had hinted at a stay-at-home date over the week, and finally, you relent and accept. Spending time with her has been enjoyable lately. Why wouldn't this? <<mom>>"While I work on dinner, why don't you get dressed in something nice, honey?" She says with a doting tone. "A nice button-up shirt, good slacks? It'll be like date practice for when you meet your girlfriend."<</mom>> You hem and haw but you can't deny how excited her expression is. <<mom>>"Go, go! Dress all nice."<</mom>> Formal clothes aren't something you could ever afford to have multiples of, so you fish out your one good outfit from your closet. It feels a little stiff and stuffy to put it on, but really it's not too different from your school uniform. At the very least the clothes are soft and comfortable, black slacks and a pale blue button-up shirt. You consider throwing on the blazer, thinking about how excited mom looked, and decide to go for it. If you're at it anyway, you might as well touch up your hair! You brush it back, try to make it look not like a messy mop, and wind up satisfied with the results. <<if $hasMompanties is true>> A thought crosses your mind. You could wear panties under your slacks. If you wanted, right? You've been doing it a little bit anyway. It's okay to wear them to something like this, not like she'll find out. Besides, panties are kinda formal, right? They look all fancy. Slipping them up and on, past your lithe and boyish legs up close to your junk. The touch of the girly fabric on your balls makes you exhale with titillation. It'll certainly spice your 'date' up, having this little secret. <<set $underwear to "Panties">>\ <</if>> When you exit your room, the lights of the apartment are dim. Mom is dressed in an elegant, red dress. Of course, the curves and pudge of her body show around the tummy and hips. It's clear she hasn't worn it in a long while. Her heels clack to the floor as she sets the table. Candles glimmer there, providing most of the light for the scene. You tell her how good she looks, and she blushes, brushing off your compliment. It is true though, she isn't too dolled up by way of makeup, but her clothes are scrumptious. Your eyes trace the high cut of her dress's side down to her high heels, strapped at the ankles. Red and open-toed, you can't say you've ever seen that pair in the closet. <<mom>>"You look so handsome, honey. Now sit! Tell me about your week."<</mom>> [[Continue.|momdinnerdate2]]

Dinner is delicious. A bit more expensive than you and her can normally afford, but this was a special treat. Mom listens to your complaints and worries about school, and your successes and hopes too. She's supportive and encouraging, just as a mom should be. It's only polite that you ask her how she is doing, and though she still gives you the run around about the real details like you're still a kid she's frank about her worries and aspirations both. It is a little distracting, listening to her speak, with how low-cut her dress is. Frazzled, blurry pixels and the occasional black bar make you feel lightheaded. <<mom>>"Eyes up, mister."<</mom>> You try to defend yourself by explaining the pixels are distracting and she accepts the excuse, surprisingly. <<mom>>"N'aww, I'm sorry, $name. I don't always realize how hard it can be on you. But it's for your own good, mister!" She waggles the fork at you with amusement.<</mom>> Your in-home dinner date continues for a while, and the conversation with Mom is really pleasant. But you notice just how many glasses of wine she is knocking back. Her expression becomes more jovial, her words ever so slightly slurred and whispered. The darkness and her drunken ways provide some sort of secret intimacy that is very tantalizing to you. All too soon, she stands and takes the plates away. A little bit of disappointment settles over you. You expected something. The spark of hope re-ignites when mom comes back around, swaying her hips left and right. She comes along your side, wrapping you in a hug from behind while still in your chair. <<mom>>"You've been a very good boy. You know what happens to good, nice boys at the end of dates?"<</mom>> <<if $momStat > 55 and $corruption > 50>> <<mom>>"They get sex."<</mom>> Your heart feels like it's going to burst. [[Continue.|momdinnerdate3]] <<else>> Your breathing stiffens. The scent of wine on her breath makes you shiver. You didn't have an answer, but she didn't keep you in suspense long. <<mom>>"A kiss on the cheek!"<</mom>> She gives you a wet, lipstick-slick kiss on your cheek and ruffles your hair. <<mom>> "I'm going to go change and get to bed. Don't stay up too late."<</mom>> A long exhale exits you, and all the tension dissipates. Looking down in your lap, you feel just how hard you are. <<if $chastity is true>>just how hard you are, crushed in your cage.<</if>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>>

<<mom>>"Of course, you and I can't do that."<</mom>> You nod, of course not, that would be silly. Gross, right? Of course. Never would anyone consider that. She gives you a wet, lipstick-slick kiss on your cheek. There is the sound of a heel being dropped to the floor, and the sound catches your eye. Mom takes off and places her heels side by side, standing barefoot behind them. She prompts you to stand and you do, eyes pinned on her red high heels, the ankle straps, the imprint of her feet and toes onto the beige soles. <<mom>>"But, we can do this." Her voice tilts up. "You can fuck my heels, and I can watch!"<</mom>> <<if $chastity is true>>\ You fish your cock out from your pants, hurriedly opening them with the potent forcefulness of lust urging you on. With your fingertips tapping the metal, you look up at your mom with a pleading face - as if she could fix your conundrum. Locked, you aren't getting out unless you suddenly learn lockpicking. <<mom>>"Aww, honey." She shrugs, not affected in the slightest by your inability to capitalize. There is only the barest hint of sympathy in her voice. "Better luck next time." <</mom>> She leans over, her jugs dangling before you, and collects her heels. She leaves you sitting there, caged dick flopped out, kneeling all sad and pathetic. A bitter, early taste of what caged life might be like with your girlfriend in the future. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<else>>\ With zeal and thanks, you unbutton your pants, and pull your worm out. <<mom>>"Wow. So needy! Looks kind of hard, it's up, right? Try to savor it, honey." Mom's voice is casually condescending, doting, mulled with wine.<</mom>> The not-so-subtle mockery of your penis does nothing but make the eager little mite more 'hard', such as it could get. You get atop and mount one of her heels like an animal, gasping as you slide the tender flesh of your dicklet against the warmth of her insoles. The soft, beige material had the physical imprint of her feet across them, which you could feel against your dick as you tried to make love with any part of it you could get. The blocky rattling of her heel against the floor as you fumble-fucked it is joined only by the panting of your breathing. You look up at your mom's leg to her expression, encouraging but unimpressed. <<mom>>"Go on, have fun!"<</mom>> The casual dismissiveness makes you go mad, biting your lip and groaning, hissing in arousal as your prick trembles from the intense arousal of this degrading treat. The scent of her feet and shoes, mild and appealing, the slightest notes of sweat and wear, waft from your 'partner'. It's a smell of comfort, safety, Mommy's scent. You make eye contact with her again, pleading silently as you focus on fucking her heels, trying to knock her shoe up like it is your girlfriend. An edge hits you as you realize she's tapping her foot impatiently. <<mom>>"Are you going to—"<</mom>> Spurt, spurt, spurt! You glaze white across her shoe heel, staining the dark imprints of her sole. Gasping, thankful, mush-minded praise empties from your lips as she ruffles your hair. <<mom>>"That's a good boy," she replies, fluffing up your hair. "Okay, enough sexy times, honey. Get cleaned up and off to bed, okay?"<</mom>> You think you nod, but you're not sure. She slips her feet back into her heels, stepping against your wasted seed. You aren't sure if you should be proud it got to touch your mom's feet. Or humiliated that she's snuffing your sperm out. Your shoulders shudder in appreciation as your ears twitch at the sound of her walking away. [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>>

The shock nearly makes you swallow, but realizing what she's given you, you savor it. This was in her mouth, which made it all the sweeter. You let it sink into your tongue and really settle. The taste and thought of how degrading this is makes you lightheaded. It doesn't help that $bullygf gives you an almost impressed, salacious look. <<gyarul>>"Hmph, faggot." <</gyarul>> She throws up her hand in a goodbye, and rejoins her friends, leaving you to finally swallow and appreciate the humiliation of what you just did. [[Continue.|room]]

You swallow it down with a gagging gulp, wincing. You weren't sure what to expect but that was gross. She gives you little attention after she sees you swallow, making a dismissive sound and walking off to return to her friends waiting for her down the hall. They had seen the entire exchange, and they probably know. They definitely know, with the way they're looking at you. Disgust, amusement, repugnance and mirth. Your face lights up red like a Christmas bulb and you make yourself small, slamming the locker shut and disappearing into the crowd. [[Continue.|room]]

<<if $playerMoney <= 999>>\ <<gyaru>>"I knew it. I knew you couldn't come up with it. Get fucking lost."<</gyaru>> You feel like you've set your 'relationship' with $bullygf back a bit. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $tribute -=100>>\ <<else>> <<gyaru>>"How did you manage to save up this much?" <</gyaru>> You look down at the wad of dough. The cash is too much to put in your wallet, it needed to be held in an envelope. Your hands shake, it wasn't easy, not at all. Your eyes dampen thinking of all the hours you worked to earn this cash, and it's the most you've ever spent on a single thing. Hell, it's more than you've ever had at a single time. <<gyaru>>She cuts through your stammering sharply. "Are you crying?"<</gyaru>> You shake your head no and thrust the envelope over. She perks her eyebrow, but counts it through. "Wow. Alright. Meet me after school here. We'll do it." Your form freezes when she says those words, and you nod. Oh, it was worth it. She saunters off, and you bound like a bunny after to sit somewhere and cool down. Why had your dicklet gotten hard handing over that much cash? Because you're a beta dog, that's why. [[Continue.|gyrauhandy2]] <<set $tribute +=1000>> <<set $playerMoney -=1000>> <</if>>

Walking up to her after school feels like a drug deal. The energy is completely different, anticipation buzzing in your lungs as you hang on her every look and word. Casually she puts some hair behind her ear, eying you up a moment. <<gyaru>>"You take the bus right?"<</gyaru>> Yes, you are a bus kid. <<gyaru>>"Figures. I'll drive. Let's go."<</gyaru>> You follow her, trying to be as unobtrusive or difficult as possible, settling into her expensive-looking car curled up like a pillbug in the passenger's side. <<gyaru>>"You look like you're about to collapse, are you fucking good?" She turns the key, and immediately pop music starts blaring, which she doesn't turn down. <</gyaru>> You explain that you are very much super fine with no issues whatsoever. Internally it is quite the contrary. Being in the car with her is so odd. There is a strange tension that is almost one-sided. She is quite calm, detached, and bored even. It’s like she is dropping her kid brother off at soccer practice. Meanwhile, your leg won't stop bouncing up and down in anxiety. <<gyaru>>"Stop that."<</gyaru>> You pat your leg to cease. An awkward silence hangs over the car ride until she sighs with annoyance and breaks the ice. She begins talking about her day and doesn't offer much room to answer, but honestly, it's nice just to hear her talk rather than idly listen to the top 100s play with just a pinch too much bass. She pulls up her car to a house. Two stories, with a driveway, gated yard, and trees. It was the pretty, expensive sort of house rich kids lived in. It makes you balk at just how lavish it is compared to the apartment your mom struggles to pay the rent on. You gave a thousand dollars to this girl, vital for you and pocket change for her. And, she probably doesn't even know. She probably doesn't even care. <<gyaru>>"Out. And hurry. My dad gets home in like an hour."<</gyaru>> You gulp and with a bit of anxious anticipation and discomfort both building up. Doing as she says leaves you waiting around her as she locks the car like a puppy off the leash but too afraid to run. She takes you inside and the interior is much like the exterior. Soft, earthy-toned tiles and fixtures of a modern home, with an open concept. You and her take your shoes off in the entryway. Their living room, you realize, is easily two-thirds the size of your apartment. A massive TV sits watch over the couch, a trophy to their conquest of capital gains. <<gyaru>>"You want to waste your time watching cartoons on that thing, or come blow your load, loser?" She calls from a few steps up the nearby stairs, watching you gawk at their appliances.<</gyaru>> You nod and scurry along, the pathetic rat that you are. [[Continue.|gyaruhandy3]]

<<gyaru>>"Only one other boy has paid for this favor, so be honored. You're in a rare club."<</gyaru>> You want to ask who, but part of you fears the answer. You wouldn't be able to look at them the same. And you'd probably want to talk about the experience with them too, degenerates have to stick together. Her bedroom is almost comically girly. You can't tell if it is a compliment or clash to her tomboyish, yet also garish, appearance at school. She takes off her blazer and sets it aside, turning on the sizeable TV in her room, wall mounted. She flicks to an input channel. She gets a towel and lays it on the bed, and adjusts her pillows so they can be leaned against and she can sit up. She gathers lube, then the pink, semi-translucent pocketpussy, jiggly and wiggly in all its silicone wonder. <<gyaru>>"Bare feet or socks?" She asks abruptly, like a waitress at a diner asking if you want the super salad. Business-like, bored, plain. And it was making you giddy with excitement.<</gyaru>> You ask for bare feet. <<gyaru>>"Fast or slow?"<</gyaru>> You worriedly ask her to go slow. <<gyaru>>"Panties, socks, neither?"<</gyaru>> What? What about them? <<gyaru>>"To sniff, idiot."<</gyaru>> You ask for her panties. <<gyaru>>"Extra fifty for a dirty ride. That means no condom. C'mon, what's another fifty? Don't you wanna bareback her?" <</gyaru>> She rolls the masturbator between her hands invitingly. The hole, you notice, isn't molded to a pussy’s shape and thus not pixelated. [img[setup.img + 'gyaruhandy.png']] <<if $playerMoney <= 49>> You can't afford going bareback with the toy. She's fleeced too much money from you... [[Continue.|gyaruhandycdm]] <<else>> [[Pay extra to go bareback.|gyaruhandybare]] [[Wrap up.|gyaruhandycdm]] <</if>>

<<gyaru>>"Alright, order up. One slow protected loser handjob with sock sniffing and bare feet on the side."<</gyaru>> She strips her socks off, peeling them from her tired feet, and flexes her toes. There is a little bit of lint she rubs off. Her soles and feet glisten slightly with sweat. The smell was getting to you already. She sits up on the bed, leaning up against the pillows, tapping on her phone. She spreads her legs, and puts something on the TV - a video played remotely from her phone. The black of no input shifts to a blurry grey of a paused frame. <<gyaru>>"Let's go, chop-chop. Get those pants and boxers off and sit between my legs."<</gyaru>> She pats the towel and begins lubing up the onahole, squirting clear nectar into it and then warming it between her legs for you. How sweet. You waste no time stripping off your garments below the waist, folding them neatly. With only a modicum of shyness, you turn and present your eager little stiffy, climbing on the bed between her legs. She chuckles at your small bobber and wraps around you. Her heavy tits press to your chest. "Let's get you wrapped up." She rips open a condom, and rolls it down onto your cock. <<if $playerStamina <= 25>>The feeling of her hand and the stroke is too much. You try to bite your lip, but you're shooting already. You spurt-spurt-squirt into the rubber, nutting this one shot at a handjob away right into the condom. You blush and cringe, the orgasm spoiled by the suddenness but still strong. $bullygf cackles a laugh and shoves you off her bed, giggling herself silly at what just happened. The cum-filled condom wiggles off your prick a bit, waggling. <<gyaru>>"Well, there goes that."<</gyaru>> She hurries you out of her house, still blushing with laughter. She texts her friends about it as you go, and the shame and confusion nearly has you bawling. Then comes the realization you don't have a ride home and mom is either asleep or on a shift. You shuffle idly to the edge of the driveway, onto the sidewalk. Dazed, reeling, and lost. [[Continue.|room]] <<else>> <<gyaru>>"Three two one, go!"<</gyaru>> She taps play on her phone and the video begins. Simultaneously, down slides the plastic cunt on your dick. You whimper as you make first entry, thanking all that is holy that you didn't shoot just then. There is an odd grind of the latex of the condom and the scilicone of the pussy. The first minute of the video isn't anything important, and that's fine, you get to fully admire her holding you. It feels so nice, her breathing causing her heavy chest to rise and fall, slow, firm pumps of your cock. And, the onahole, it's blunted. It's hardly what you hoped. A little warm but sadly not too much, wet, slick, lubey and so tantalizingly good. You're in virginal dicklet heaven, and your cock is loving every beat of it. But you can't help but wonder what it would be like without the condom. Just as you begin to get a feel for her rhythm, the video starts in earnest and your heart skips a beat. [[Continue.|gyaruhandy4c]] <</if>>

<<gyaru>>"Alright, order up. One slow bareback loser handjob with sock sniffing and bare feet on the side."<</gyaru>> She strips her socks off, peeling them from her tired feet, and flexes her toes. There is a little bit of lint she rubs off. Her soles and feet glisten slightly with sweat. The smell was getting to you already. She sits up on the bed, leaning up against the pillows, tapping on her phone. She spreads her legs, and puts something on the TV - a video played remotely from her phone. The black of no input shifts to a blurry grey of a paused frame. <<gyaru>>"Let's go, chop-chop. Get those pants and boxers off and sit between my legs."<</gyaru>> She pats the towel and begins lubing up the onahole, squirting clear nectar into it and then warming it between her legs for you. How sweet. You waste no time stripping off your garments below the waist, folding them neatly. With only a modicum of shyness, you turn and present your eager little stiffy, climbing on the bed between her legs. She chuckles at your small bobber and wraps around you. Her heavy tits press to your chest. <<gyaru>>"Three two one, go!" <</gyaru>> She taps play on her phone and the video begins. Simultaneously, down slides the plastic cunt on your dick. You whimper as you make first entry, thanking all that is holy that you didn't shoot just then. The first minute of the video isn't anything important, and that's fine, you get to fully admire her holding you. It feels so nice, her breathing causing her heavy chest to rise and fall, slow, firm pumps of your cock. And, the onahole, it's amazing. It's everything you hoped. A little warm but sadly not too much, wet, slick, lubey and so tantalizingly good. You're in virginal dicklet heaven, and your cock is loving every beat of it. Just as you begin to get a feel for her rhythm, the video starts in earnest and your heart skips a beat. [[Continue.|gyaruhandy4]] <<set $tribute +=50>> <<set $playerMoney -=50>>

It's her, from a sideways angle, stripping. You realize quickly it's set in this very bedroom! She is in some casual wear, just a tank top, bra, and sweatpants. There is some indistinct muttering but you know for a fact it's her boyfriend. She grins and laughs a bit, pulling off her shirt and then bra. Her chest is similarly toned to the rest of her deliciously tanned body, you know that much. Sadly, the blur of the pixelated bra turns to a stark and restrictive black bar. Her boyfriend comes up along behind her, groping her tits, massaging the black bars, while another hand goes down her sweatpants. You wish so bad you could be doing that, to slip your fingers into her pussy, even if you can't see it. You're immobilized, transfixed, on her getting willingly molested and felt up like a piece of meat. She wants him, and she'll never want you that way. Right as you think that her arm snakes across your chest, hugging you tight, and her stroking ticks up a beat. <<gyaru>>"I think he rawdogs my puss in this one. I'm on the pill though. Stretched out my cunt with his hog real good. You know when they say shit like 'Oh he blew my back out,’ 'Oh I couldn't walk straight... "<</gyaru>> The video continues, her boyfriend slipping down his pants to reveal that 'hog' as she said. He's huge, and when you realize how huge he is, your pitiful dick throbs in submission to its greater size. His body is broader and better. He is just better. And the same girl you tributed hundreds of dollars to for petty sexual favors is giving up everything for him. She crawls up on the bed. Her ass, you wish you could even say what it's like aside from round, is blurred with pixels. Your vision flickers as she sways invitingly at him, her pussy in frame for just a half-second before her cheeks hide it again. Of course, you only know this by the black bar that appears there. He mounts her, looming over her and holding her head down, slipping his cock in and she croaks a whorish moan, looking at him with lust and a love-struck glance you've never made anyone feel. <<gyaru>>"Oh yeah, they don't play when they say shit like that," she whispers to your ear, which produces a groan from you.<</gyaru>> Their fucking gets more intense, wet and firm plapping ringing out. <<gyaru>>"And you ain't ever going to fuck like he fucks, unless you wear a strap-on."<</gyaru>> In the foreground, she curls and splays out her bare, pink-painted toes. Oh fuck, intense, too much! The way the onahole is massaging you is amazing, seeing these sights, these sounds, feeling her whisper in your ear with such truths. You moan and whimper, half panicked that you're going to spurt, half mad with lust. She taps her phone, skipping the video forward. <<gyaru>>"You close? Cum with him, come on~ Breed plastic, nerd."<</gyaru>> That's it, you can't hold it. With your weak stamina at its limit, you begin orgasming, thrusting up while she pumps down. Your meager length threatens to slip out of the toy a few times, but she makes sure it doesn't. Really earning her 1k, making sure your nut is worth the cash. Your little penis thinks it's actually finally accomplishing something, shooting your nut hard and deep, right into her spermicide-laced lube. On the TV, her boyfriend is pulling his cock back. You can't see much, but his dick is oozing the remains of semen he just filled her up with. [[Continue.|gyaruhandy5]]

<<gyaru>>"Done?" She asks, pulling the onahole back. You're in heaven, looking up to her blissfully. "Good."<</gyaru>> Before your drained body can react, she gets the onahole up over your head and squeezes out all the lukewarm cum and lube onto your head. <<gyaru>>"Get dressed, and get the fuck out."<</gyaru>> She nudges you off the bed, and keeps urging you out until you shuffle out the front door. She refuses any pleading to let you go wash up. Your pants and boxers were sticky and gross with lubricant, and your head was stained with cum. You had the amazing decision of figuring out what piece of clothing or item you'd brush the semen up with. After a difficult choice, that problem is solved. Then comes the realization you don't have a ride home and mom is either asleep or on a shift. You shuffle idly to the edge of the driveway, onto the sidewalk. Dazed, reeling, and lost. Was it worth it? [[Continue.|room]]

It's her, from a sideways angle, stripping. You realize quickly it's set in this very bedroom! She is in some casual wear, just a tank top, bra, and sweatpants. There is some indistinct muttering but you know for a fact it's her boyfriend. She grins and laughs a bit, pulling off her shirt and then bra. Her chest is similarly toned to the rest of her deliciously tanned body, you know that much. Sadly, the blur of the pixelated bra turns to a stark and restrictive black bar. Her boyfriend comes up along behind her, groping her tits, massaging the black bars, while another hand goes down her sweatpants. You wish so bad you could be doing that, to slip your fingers into her pussy, even if you can't see it. You're immobilized, transfixed, on her getting willingly molested and felt up like a piece of meat. She wants him, and she'll never want you that way. Right as you think that her arm snakes across your chest, hugging you tight, and her stroking ticks up a beat. <<gyaru>>"I think he rawdogs my puss in this one. I'm on the pill though. Stretched out my cunt with his hog real good. You know when they say shit like 'Oh he blew my back out,’ 'Oh I couldn't walk straight... "<</gyaru>> The video continues, her boyfriend slipping down his pants to reveal that 'hog' as she said. He's huge, and when you realize how huge he is, your pitiful dick throbs in submission to its greater size. His body is broader and better. He is just better. And the same girl you tributed hundreds of dollars to for petty sexual favors is giving up everything for him. She crawls up on the bed. Her ass, you wish you could even say what it's like aside from round, is blurred with pixels. Your vision flickers as she sways invitingly at him, her pussy in frame for just a half-second before her cheeks hide it again. Of course, you only know this by the black bar that appears there. He mounts her, looming over her and holding her head down, slipping his cock in and she croaks a whorish moan, looking at him with lust and a love-struck glance you've never made anyone feel. <<gyaru>>"Oh yeah, they don't play when they say shit like that," she whispers to your ear, which produces a groan from you.<</gyaru>> Their fucking gets more intense, wet and firm plapping ringing out. <<gyaru>>"And you ain't ever going to fuck like he fucks, unless you wear a strap-on."<</gyaru>> In the foreground, she curls and splays out her bare, pink-painted toes. Oh fuck, intense, too much! The way the onahole is massaging you is amazing, seeing these sights, these sounds, feeling her whisper in your ear with such truths. You moan and whimper, half panicked that you're going to spurt, half mad with lust. She taps her phone, skipping the video forward. <<gyaru>>"You close? Cum with him, come on~ Breed plastic, nerd. Aww, just kidding, fill that rubber, loser."<</gyaru>> That's it, you can't hold it. With your weak stamina at its limit, you begin orgasming, thrusting up while she pumps down. Your meager length threatens to slip out of the toy a few times, but she makes sure it doesn't. Really earning her 1k, making sure your nut is worth the cash. Your little penis thinks it's actually finally accomplishing something, shooting your nut hard and deep, right into her spermicide-laced condom. You can feel it swell and pulse, the balloon tip of cum getting caught on the onahole. On the TV, her boyfriend is pulling his cock back. You can't see much, but his dick is oozing the remains of semen he just filled her up with. [[Continue.|gyaruhandy5]]

<<gf>>"Hey can I ask you something?"<</gf>> That always precipitates a dire question. Hanging from the edge of your seat, you reply that of course she can. She's your girlfriend after all. <<gf>>"How do you masturbate exactly?"<</gf>> After a moment consider what she means, and letting the butterflies settle, you reply. With your hand of course, how else? <<gf>>"Like the whole thing?"<</gf>> <<if $playerNurse > 3>> [[Tell her you use the Nurse's method to get yourself off.|rel6nurse]] <</if>> [[Tell her how you usually jerk off.|rel6norm]]

You describe that you use your hand to masturbate like any other normal guy. <<gf>>"The whole thing? Like all the fingers?"<</gf>> Well, not quite. The pinkie is kind of at rest, and so is the ring finger sometimes unless you're really excited. They just rest on the base, by your balls.<<if $chastity is true>> You conveniently leave out the matter of you being in chastity from your explanation.<</if>> <<gf>>"So it isn't the whole hand then?"<</gf>> It is! <<gf>>"Do you really only use a few fingers... ?"<</gf>> You try to dodge the question, but there is no weaseling from it. <<gf>>"The friend I made takes both of my hands to cover. And there is some left over."<</gf>> You're floored. First off, how does she know that? Secondly, her hands are small so that doesn't mean very much at all! <<gf>>"Right so if my hands are small, and I only need one to give you a handjob doesn't that mean your penis is small and his cock is big?"<</gf>> You don't answer, and instead press her for how she knows it is so big. <<if $cuck is true>> <<gf>>>"Well he sent me another picture and we were talking about how guys masturbate vs. how I masturbate."<</gf>> Unsolicited dickpics, talking about how she masturbates? Did she just give that information up willingly? <<gf>>"It wasn't unsolicited. So back off with the accusations. And I can talk about whatever I want with whoever I want! Don't get angry with me because I'm chatting with a friend. He sent me another picture because I sent him something."<</gf>> A nervousness grips at your heart. What did she send? <<gf>>"Just a picture of me in a bra."<</gf>> Really, just a bra picture. <<gf>>"Okay the bra was flipped up so, he could see my nipples and stuff but it really wasn't much."<</gf>> You still haven't seen her tits. <<gf>>"Yeah well you can't even because of that chip thing so, what's it matter? Our queue popped! Let's talk about this later."<</gf>> <<else>> <<gf>>"Kinda sounds like I wouldn't need my whole fist to cover your thingy. Hmm. Well that's okay I guess..."<</gf>> It's not a thingy, it's a cock. <<gf>>"Cock is kind of a strong word, lol. I am not sure if that's super appropriate considering the facts rn. Oh, our queue popped!<</gf>> <</if>> [[Continue.|rel6exit]]

You explain to her the new way you've been getting yourself off. Finger and thumb, delicately. You make it clear that, you obviously are larger than just that. Of course.<<if $chastity is true>> You conveniently leave out the matter of you being in chastity from your explanation.<</if>> She doesn't reply for a very long time. You type out some pokes but delete them before sending them. Nervousness bubbles over into arousal. What was she thinking? Should you really have said that? <<gf>>"If I use like my index finger and thumb yours is gone?"<</gf>> You try to clarify that no, that's not right. You're bigger than that. But, she doesn't seem to believe you. <<if $cuck is true>><<gf>>"The friend I made takes both of my hands to cover. And there is some left over."<</gf>> You're floored. First off, how does she know that? Secondly, her hands are small so that doesn't mean very much at all! <<gf>>"Right so if my hands are small, and I only need one to give you a handjob doesn't that mean your penis is small and his cock is big?"<</gf>> You don't answer, and instead press her for how she knows it is so big. <<gf>>"Well he sent me another picture and we were talking about how guys masturbate vs. how I masturbate."<</gf>> Unsolicited dickpics, talking about how she masturbates? Did she just give that information up willingly? <<gf>>"It wasn't unsolicited. So back off with the accusations. And I can talk about whatever I want with whoever I want! Don't get angry with me because I'm chatting with a friend. He sent me another picture because I sent him something."<</gf>> Nervousness grips at your heart. What did she send? <<gf>>"Just a picture of me in a bra."<</gf>> Really, just a bra picture. <<gf>>"Okay the bra was flipped up so, he could see my nipples and stuff but it really wasn't much."<</gf>> You still haven't seen her tits. <<gf>>"Yeah well you can't even because of that chip thing so, what's it matter? Our queue popped! Let's talk about this later."<</gf>> <<else>> <<gf>>"Kinda sounds like I wouldn't need my whole fist to cover your thingy. Hmm. Well that's okay I guess..."<</gf>> It's not a thingy, it's a cock. <<gf>>"Cock is kind of a strong word, lol. I am not sure if that's super appropriate considering the facts rn. Oh, our queue popped!<</gf>> <</if>> [[Continue.|rel6exit]]

Despite trying to get the conversation back on topic after your game, it's lost. You'll have to try another time to convince her you're not a lesser man. But seeing her words on your screen, so plainly cutting into you. It felt arousing in a deeply troubling way. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $relationship += 15>> <<set $playerGF to 7>>

<<gf>>Hey can I ask you something?"<</gf>> That always precipitates a dire question. Hanging from the edge of your seat, you reply that of course she can. She's your girlfriend after all. <<gf>>How do you masturbate exactly?"<</gf>> After a moment consider what she means, and letting the butterflies settle, you reply. With your hand of course, how else? <<gf>>Like the whole thing?"<</gf>> <<if $playerNurse > 2>> [[Tell her you use the Nurse's method to get yourself off.|rel7nurse]] <</if>> [[Tell her how you usually jerk off.|rel7-2]]

<<if $chastity is true and $underwear is "Panties">> <<therapist>>"You did just as I asked, and endured quite a long while in chastity. Like I said, good dogs get treats."<</therapist>> Your mind races with the possibilities. Ms. Patterson didn't say exactly what you'd be getting for all your struggles. <<therapist>>"You may not know, but I have a close colleague within CenSight. A colleague who has given me access to your implant."<</therapist>> She's bluffing, surely. Then again, she put malware on your computer. You tentatively ask what that means for you. <<therapist>>"It means I can give you a little peek at what you haven't seen for weeks now. Breasts. You will remain caged. I don't want your filthy thing getting all hard seeing my bare tits."<</therapist>> Red flushes your cheeks, and you're on edge, clutching your thighs with your hands. Surely she was just torturing you? <<therapist>>"No lie here."<</therapist>> She taka-takas on her keyboard, and you feel a slight brain zap. Your vision warbles. Was that psychosomatic? <<therapist>>"Ready? Just a peek now, $name."<</therapist>> [[Continue.|stage11a]] <<else>> <<therapist>>"You either idiotically forgot your task, or you are simply a glutton for punishment. Either way, I promised the stick if you defied me."<</therapist>> She takes out your keys from her desk's drawer, and lays them on the table with a rattle. Two small, slim keys. You gulp, her face doesn't say 'nice times ahead.' <<therapist>>"See this? Two keys."<</therapist>> She fetches another tool, a pair of pliers. Pliers in hand, she takes the keys and clamps down on one of them. You surge forward as you realize what she's intending to do. It feels as though someone is coming for you with a knife! Adrenaline surges, and so does Ms. Patterson's pleasure. She licks her lips and with one firm, twisting squeeze, she snaps the key. The piece of metal rattles away, broken. <<therapist>>"Now, one key. Understand?"<</therapist>> You nod rapidly. <<therapist>>"If you don't want to spend your college years in a chastity tube, I suggest you get with the program. Panties, cage, next week. Out of my office."<</therapist>> Before you go, she locks you in your cage with the last remaining key. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $chastity to true>> <<set $keys to 1>> <<set $playerTherapist = 14>> <</if>>

You can change your clothes, and pick what you will wear here. <<if $hasMompanties is true and $playerTherapist >= 8>> <> <<capture _i>> Underwear: <<for _i = 0; _i < $ownedUnderwear.length; _i++>> <<print $ownedUnderwear[_i]>> <<if $ownedUnderwear[_i] is $underwear>> (current) <<else>> <<link "(wear)">> <<set $underwear = $ownedUnderwear[_i]>> <<script>>Engine.show()<</script>> <</link>> <</if>> <<if _i lt $ownedUnderwear.length -1>> | <</if>> <</for>> <</capture>> <> <<else>> You have no reason to wear strange things. <</if>> <<if $playerNurse >= 4>> <> <<capture _i>> Masturbation method: <<for _i = 0; _i < $methodTypes.length; _i++>> <<print $methodTypes[_i]>> <<if $methodTypes[_i] is $method>> (current) <<else>> <<link "(use)">> <<set $method = $methodTypes[_i]>> <<script>>Engine.show()<</script>> <</link>> <</if>> <<if _i lt $methodTypes.length -1>> | <</if>> <</for>> <</capture>> <> <</if>> <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room]] <<else>> [[Continue.|room2]] <</if>> <<if $keyholder is 1>> Lock your chastity cage? <label><<radiobutton "$chastity" true autocheck>> Yes.</label> <label><<radiobutton "$chastity" false autocheck>> No.</label> <</if>>

<<therapist>>"Men. All the same. Show some devotion and perhaps you'll earn something. But no, always need to fuck your hand, hm?"<</therapist>> <<therapist>>She throws the key in your lap. "The cage and key stays here. Get lost."<</therapist>> You nod eagerly, and before you're even free you're arleady hard. It's a miracle you still can, what with being so cramped in your cage all this time. With your hard-on raging in your pants, you flee the therapist's office. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $chastity to false>>

<<therapist>>"That's a good boy. I like that dedication. That is what I wanted to hear. For your obedience, you will get a reward."<</therapist>> You nod, the pent up arousal from this past week bubbling inside you. <<therapist>>"But you will need to wait. Show up to our next appointment locked, and with panties on. And you will be given a carrot. Disobey, and you will get the stick."<</therapist>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $playerTherapist = 11>>

''(Hover over her to peek!)'' <div id="paperDoll">\ <img id="censoredOverlayer" @src="setup.img + 'therapist_overlayer.png'">\ <img id="uncensoredUnderlayer" @src="setup.img + 'therapist_underlayer.png'">\ </div> <<if $playerStamina < 50>>\ The shock of seeing a pair of breasts, even pixelated as badly as Ms. Patterson's are, is too much. Your training with the nurse has whittled your stamina down so much the shock of seeing nipples again makes you orgasm. Rolling over you suddenly, it comes, spurting into your cage and panties in thick and white globs. The feeling makes you dizzy, gazing at her breasts like a drooling fool. The saline scent of your embarassing orgasm is apparent, the smell of spent cum wafting from the stain on your crotch. <<therapist>>"Did you...?" Ms. Patterson asks, covering herself. "Good grief. Broken little toy you, aren't you?" She smugly smirks.<</therapist>> <<else>>\ The joy of seeing a pair of breasts, even pixelated as badly as Ms. Patterson's are, is great. After weeks of black bars over women's nipples, you can see in person the vague pink of hers. You feel dizzy with glee at it. <<therapist>>"Getting a good look? Your face tells me yes. Seems like you're on cloud nine." She gropes her own breasts.<</therapist>> <</if>> [[Continue.|stage11b]]

<<therapist>>"That will be all."<</therapist>> She covers herself, exhaling with a self-satisfied smile. With a single key stroke, she resets your implant's settings. <<therapist>>"Worth it, no?"<</therapist>> She fetches a key from her drawer and slides it to you. <<therapist>>"Go have fun with your hand at home."<</therapist>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $chastity to false>> <<set $playerTherapist = 13>>

Mom has had a hard week. You can tell because she's deep in her cups when you walk into the living room. It's always a little strange seeing her drunk, but it's rare enough it doesn't bother you. Besides, when she drinks, she gets happy. She isn't one of those angry or sad drunks. Recling on the couch with a big box of wine on the coffee table, Mom waves you over. <<mom>>"Hey, honey! Howsh it going?"<</mom>> She smiles, her face a little woozy with the alcohol she's been downing. <<mom>>"Come sit next to momma."<</mom>> You did come out to spend time with her, it'd be bad manners to back out now. When you round the couch and get within hugging range, she grabs you in. She holds you close to her side boob, squeezing you tight. <<mom>>"Such a good boy. You want a little bit of wine?"<</mom>> <<mom>>She pours more into her glass from the tap. "C'mon, try it."<</mom>> Her gleeful face and your curiosity about this adult item erode any resistance you can muster. The deep red sloshes around the steep glass that she hands to you. You take a sip. Sweet, a little tart, and undercut with the harsh taste of alcohol. She cackles a dry laugh. "The look on your face, ha!" She takes the cup back, draining a bit swig. Suddenly without warning Mom leans close to you. The smell of her breath is all wine. Her eyes are half-lidded and sultry. She presses her lips to yours, pressing her tongue into your mouth. Your attempt to stop her is halted by pushing against her breast. The slick rolling of her wine-soaked tongue in your mouth makes your cheeks blush! [img[setup.img + 'mommakeout.jpeg']] Her larger form leans down on you, pressing you deeper into the couch. <<if $playerStamina < 50>>The stimulation of this Oedipal tongue-twisting has your cocklet twitching fiercely. An edge builds up in you that you can't contain, and with trembling thighs, you cum. <<if $chastity is true>>In your cage,<<else>>Into your $underwear<</if>> your semen is shot out in strong spurts, staining your pants and making your legs sticky.<</if>> Mom gets a hold of herself before it goes any further. She covers her lips with her hand, looking shocked. "I am so sorry sweetie. I-I don't know what got over me." You nervously nod and gulp. Your mouth tastes like wine and her lipstick. <<mom>>"I am going to go to bed. Uhm. Don't shtay up to late," her words slur with a bit of regret. She collects herself and quickly exiles to her bedroom.<</mom>> [[Continue.|sleep]]

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There is a few unread emails in your inbox, all from d0gtamer@censight.co. [[Try NTR porn, $30|stage7tryntr]] [[Ask your girlfriend for femdom erp, $15|stage7fem2]] [[Put on some makeup, $20|stage7makeup2]] <<return>>

You work a short, partial shift. It's really a nuisance having to work after school. However, you do get to gather some cash to spend. You made $50 bucks! <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<set $playerMoney +=50>>

[img[setup.img + 'bedroom.jpg']] Home, sweet home. Mom is back from work, so you can say hi to her. It also means you have a little less privacy. Before bed, you wonder about squeezing in something enjoyable. [[Closet.|closet]] <<if $method is "Normal">>\ [[Masturbate.|porncomputer]] <<else>>\ [[Masturbate.|nurseporn]] <</if>>\ <<set $vidyaLink = 'vidya' + $playerVidya>>\ <<link 'Play video games and stream.' $vidyaLink>><</link>> <<if $begyes is true>>\ [[Beg mom for money now that she's home.|begmomcash]] <<else>>\ [[Spend time with mom.|momweekdaymenu]] <</if>>\ <<if $playerTherapist >= 7>>\ <<if $taskA && $taskB && $taskC && $taskD && $taskE == true>>\ [[Email Ms. Patterson for more tasks.|stage7tasks2]] <<else>>\ [[Email Ms. Patterson.|stage7tasks]] <</if>>\ <</if>>\ [[Sleep.|sleep]]

"I want more than just panties, can you find some stockings as well? They should match your underwear."

<<therapist>>"Well now wasn't that sweet, $name?" Ms. Patterson DMs you.<</therapist>> A little dazed from your orgasm, you try to think of a coherent reply, but she is too fast. <<therapist>>"Be careful, keep letting her take control and she might just keep it."<</therapist>> The thought sits with you like a stone, and she logs off, leaving you to ponder it before bed. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $playerMoney += 15>>

You once more plunder some of mom's makeup. You sneak to the bathroom when she is asleep and linger around the medicine cabinet. A curious, anxious face looks back at you from the mirror. Are you really going to doll yourself up for a few bucks? And then show Ms. Patterson? A lurch moves in your chest; arousal, a heat in your loins drives you forward. Yes. You will. You've done it once, a second time doesn't hurt. You find the usual suspects. Red lipstick, mascara, foundation, eyeliner. Some are obvious, some you've seen her use, others are completely foreign to you. Your steadier and more experienced hand once more dazzles you with the results. You just look more girly. But something feels nice about seeing your face changed and highlighted like this. It feels naughty, but comforting. Struck with inspiration you lose yourself in trying to put on the most alluring expression you can. You watch the part of your lips and see the red lipstick spread, the slight peek at your pink tongue past your teeth. It turns you on, imagining a girl's mouth making such moves for you. But, you're playing pretend as that girl. That realization snaps you back to the present. After shaking off the strange feelings in your chest, you snap the pictures she requires of you. <<therapist>>"You surprise me, $name. You almost look like any other high school girl."<</therapist>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $playerMoney += 20>>

<<gyaru>>"Yo! Did you roll on the new banner?"<</gyaru>> $bullygf doesn't even look up from her phone to meet your eyes. One of her legs bounces on the other, sitting on bench by herself. You tell her you hadn't yet but the new character looks cute. <<gyaru>>"I know, I want a get-up like hers. The one stocking thing is rad. Open shirt and short skirt. Remind you of someone?"<</gyaru>> She flashes you a wicked grin. But when her rolls come up she growls. Duds all. <<gyaru>>"I'm close to pity, let's get her for me, nerd."<</gyaru>> She speaks in an almost inviting manner, hardly letting on that she'll be spending your money. You transfer her your in-game funds, bought from the shop. And, she tosses you her phone. <<gyaru>>"You're the good luck charm, roll, bitch."<</gyaru>> She tugs your wrist to get you next to her, hugging your shoulder close. The warmth of her body, the scent of her makeup and breath, the slight pang of sweat and 'girl' is intoxicating. But you need to focus and channel your inner rabbit's foot. You roll your heart out, getting lost in the pleasures of silly gambling gacha. You and her both cheer and jeer at the popping of glittery chests and bad rolls. Finally, when hope seems low. Bam! The new character in all her slutty glory. If she wasn't a brunette she'd look a fair bit like $bullygf. <<gyaru>>"Hey you're good for something!"<</gyaru>> She gives you a swift, wet peck on the cheek and squeezes your inner thigh. <<if $$playerStamina > 45>>The closeness of her body, the exhiliration of the rolls and finally that kiss and grope. It's all too much. Wincing like you've been hit with a mallet, you feel your dicklet half harden and begin spurting. Between your gasped little moan, the small stain, and the scent of cum, it's obvious you just gave up your load in your underwear. <<gyaru>>"What the fuck? Gross."<</gyaru>> She rolls her eyes and fake-gags.<</if>> With no more use for you, she shoos you away. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<if $playerMoney < 40>> <<set $tribute +=$playerMoney>> <<set $playerMoney -=$playerMoney>> <<else>> <<set $tribute +=40>> <<set $playerMoney -=40>> <</if>> <<set $corruption += 1>>

When you find her, $bullygf is hard at work grinding against a difficult boss. You dare not interrupt her flow but even remaining stockstill and quiet, she still loses. <<gyaru>>"Ugh, this fucking thing. My party keeps wiping on it. Have you beaten him?"<</gyaru>> A big, angry, overdesigned monstrosity of red and black looms over the fallen bodies of several cute anime waifus. You have, indeed, beat him. <<gyaru>>"Okay." She says, thrusting the phone toward you. <</gyaru>> Taking that as a hint to beat it for her you do so. You reorganize and reequip her team. And as you do, she asks questions. Her long, painted nail pointing and quierying each change. You tell her all the nerdy details of how you play and although you suspect much of it went in one ear and out the other, she listens with legitimate interest. Easy as cake, you mop the floor with the boss in no time. <<gyaru>>"Nice going, dickless." She swipes her phone back.<</gyaru>> For a while longer the two of you chat about the game, updates, lore. And it feels nice. There is a sense of genuine friendship for a second. Then the lunch bell rings, and almost as if it was expected this whole time she demands your wallet. Taking a few bills out and counting them, she smiles warmly. <<gyaru>>"See ya tomorrow."<</gyaru>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<if $playerMoney < 40>> <<set $tribute +=$playerMoney>> <<set $playerMoney -=$playerMoney>> <<else>> <<set $tribute +=40>> <<set $playerMoney -=40>> <</if>> <<set $corruption += 1>>

<<gyaru>>"Got cash?"<</gyaru>> $bullygf holds out her hand, sucking on a lollipop, staring at the phone precarious set on her thigh. You hand her wallet over, and she gives you the time of day. Her make-up adorned face treading the line between hot and garish in the best way. <<gyaru>>"C'mon, follow me."<</gyaru>> Holding your wallet as if it were the end of your leash she leads you along to the vending machine. <<gyaru>>"What do you want?" She asks plainly, peering at you over her shoulder.<</gyaru>> [[Cola and chocolate candies.|pay4esugar]] [[Juice and chips.|pay4esalty]] <<set $corruption += 1>>

<<gyaru>>"Gross, dude, way too much sugar."<</gyaru>> With your cash she gets your snack and her own, a bag of pretzels and a water. Pretty minimalistic. She sits on a secluded bench not far from the vending machines and invites you next to her. There is some silence, with a strange feeling of uncertainty. You feel like you're waiting for the shoe to drop. What does she have planned? Like a mouse, furtively chewing a bit of cheese, you eat your multicolored, candy-coated chocolates one by one. Sips of soda fizz in your mouth around the saccharine sweets. <<gyaru>>"You look like you're about to lay an egg, lighten up. And give me some of those chocolates."<</gyaru>> With her palm cupped, you shake out a handful of chocolates for her. She pops them into her mouth with a few pretzels, relishing the combination of salty and sweet. <<gyaru>>"Wanna try? It's good."<</gyaru>> She insists, and you do, finding the two aren't as suspicious tasting as you expected. <<gyaru>>"Let me get a waterfall on that cola too."<</gyaru>> You hand her over the can, a little under half left. Waterfall she does not, putting her gloss coated lips right on the rim and sensually lapping up the cola droplets you had left there before taking a long drag. <<gyaru>>"That's your reward, dork. Indirect kiss."<</gyaru>> The second the can is thrust back into your hand you lift it to your lips, tasting the strawberry cola of her gloss and the soda as you makeout with the aluminum for just a second. The lunch bell rings, and she tosses your wallet at your head, leaving you with a cackle and the crumbled up bag of pretzels. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $tribute +=5>> <<set $playerMoney -=5>>

<<gyaru>>She squints at you suspiciously. "Chips and juice, eh. Dunno if I'd get it."<</gyaru>> With your cash she gets your snack and her own, a bag of pretzels and a water. Pretty minimalistic. She sits on a secluded bench not far from the vending machines and invites you next to her. There is some silence, with a strange feeling of uncertainty. You feel like you're waiting for the shoe to drop. What does she have planned? Like a goofer, furtively chewing a farmer's veggie, you eat your salty chips one by one. Sips of sweet juice mixing with the salt on your tongue, it's a mouth drying combination in truth. <<gyaru>>"You look like you're about to lay an egg, lighten up."<</gyaru>> She sticks her hand into your bag of chips without asking, fishing out a few and chomping them down. She considers wiping off the grease and salt on her skirt for just an instant before catching herself. A woeful smirk plays across her lips as she turns her body to you and puts a knee on the bench, leaning in toward you. <<gyaru>>"Clean me off."<</gyaru>> She wiggles her fingers by your lips. She insists, and you don't have enough bench to scoot back and resist. You demurely and reservedly lick her fingers clean. The taste of her fingers in your mouth comes with it the acrylic of her nail polish and the nothing of her skin. But better than that is the mere feeling of her fingering against your tongue and mouth. She plucks her fingers out and cleans them across your pant leg. <<gyaru>>"That's a good doggie."<</gyaru>> The lunch bell rings, and she tosses your wallet at your head, leaving you with a cackle and the crumbled-up bag of pretzels. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $tribute +=5>> <<set $playerMoney -=5>>

It takes a moment, but you manage to fend off the urge to have a go at your own hand. It's probably healthier to not jerk off to your mom, no matter how horny you are. You shade your eyes with your hand and turn to leave. Groggily you grasp at a nearby towel to give yourself a bit of cover, and the rattle of the rack gets mom's attention. <<mom>>"$name?" she calls.<</mom>> You freeze like a deer in the headlights. She pokes her head out to see you, half turned toward the door, dick making a tiny bump in the towel. She snorts a laugh, covering her face and then catches herself. She flicks her eyes up to the ceiling. <<mom>>"Knock next time will ya!"<</mom>> Even though you weren't stroking off, your ears thrum with the rush of blood, and embarrassment makes itself known on your cheeks. You scramble from the bathroom to your room, calling apologies over your shoulder. That could have been a lot, lot worse. Still, so awkward. Your stomach sinks at the laugh she gave when seeing your junk. Leaving your apartment building, you inhale some much-needed fresh air. Come to think of it, this is all your girlfriend's fault. If she hadn't riled you up, then you might not have— A deep sigh breaks up your bad thoughts. You take a moment to readjust your trousers. While your member has gone flaccid for now, it may have done enough damage as-is. Uncertainty clouds your thoughts, but you decide to put the morning behind you for now. It's time for school. Maybe the short walk there will help to clear your mind. [[Continue|introschool]]

[img[setup.img + 'locker_room.png']] You jumped from your skin and skittered out, like a cockroach exposed to light. Her exclamation had drawn the eyes of others in the class, and today wasn't the day to be looking back or slowing down. Out of the gym, down that hall connected to the lunch room, left, and into the lockers. It always smelled off there. Musty. Sweat, but not the good kind - boy sweat wasn't appealing to you. And you hoped it never would, but you hope for a lot of things. To your right, the P.E. teacher's office, door ajar. To your left... Oh, to your left... Oh, no. The sounds of girls. The sounds of girls changing. You could look. All that stopped you was a few millimeters of wood. That metal plate on the push door seemed like the way to the pearly gates. [[Peek.]] [[Don't do it! Go to her office.]]

Right as you begin to wonder if you've been forgotten about, the padded door to the therapist's office finally swings open. In walks Ms. Patterson, widely regarded as the most kind-hearted soul at Larcosa Highschool. Her alluring body, seldomly seen by a non-problem child like yourself, draws your attention away from the warm, cocky smile plastered on her face. While her posture is reserved and neutral, professional and authoritative, her clothing is far more risque. From her widely parted blazer to her cleavage-showing button-up shirt, from her overly short pencil skirt to her sheer stockings, she's dressed like a hooker cosplaying a businesswoman. Swallowing deeply, your clear your head of lewd thoughts, resolving to prove your innocence. [img[setup.img + 'ttherapist.jpg']] <<therapist>>"So, $name, is it?" asks the therapist, closing the door behind her as she strides into the room.<</therapist>> Her voice is soft and level, calming and soothing. A perfect fit for someone meant to deal with psychological issues. Even though you don't have any screws loose, unlike her usual visitors, it still manages to put you at ease. It makes you feel like everything's going to be just fine. You're going to have a good talk with the nice lady, you're not going to stare at her cleavage or start jerking off, and by the end of the session, she'll go tell the other teachers that it was all just one big misunderstanding. Immediately you break into profuse statements of innocence, and immediately she calms you down, her voice like a dose of clonazepam. <<therapist>>"Relax, it's okay. You're not in trouble, we're just going to talk. You, and me, okay?"<</therapist>> She leaned in as she said that, the very crest of her buxom chest visible, your eyes catch it in the periphery. [[Continue.|introtherapist2]]

<<therapist>>"So you won't do it, is that it?<</therapist>> You refuse to wear the cage, there is no way you're letting your cock be locked up by her. It's absurd. Ms. Patterson nods, her lips turning down in a scowl for a second. Finally she makes a 'hmph' sound, and picks up the desk phone beside her. The click-clack of the analog buttons on the older bit of technology is strangely foreboding. The phone purrs as it rings. And rings. You ask her what she's doing. She answers with a diabolic smirk playing across her face. Her eyes darken with seriousness. <<therapist>>"Why, calling your mother of course. Unless you think I should hang up and put that cage on you instead?"<</therapist>> [[Relent, accept.|stage9a]] [[Stay strong.|stage9d2]]

There was a soft and low click and a familiar muttering from the phone. <<mom>>"Hi, who's this?"<</mom>> <<therapist>>"Hello there, this is Ms. Patterson. I'm here with $name."<</therapist>> <<mom>>"Oh no, has he gotten in trouble again?"<</mom>> Ms. Patterson tilts her head at you and perks her eyebrows as if to forward the question to you. <<therapist>>"Not quite. But I've got a few problems I'll need to review with you if you have time. And a new treatment to recommend."<</therapist>> <<mom>>"I have a little bit, sure! Go ahead."<</mom>> Goddamnit Mom, couldn't she have said she was busy? <<if $momStat >= 40 && $corruption >= 50>>\ [[Continue.|stage9d4]] <<else>>\ [[Continue.|stage9d3]] <</if>>\

Ms. Patterson taka-taka'd on the computer, each keystroke and bit of idle chatter between her and your Mom building tension further. <<therapist>>"Aha, here we go. So. Ahem. We've got a few statistics about $name that I wanted to share with you."<</therapist>> Did she mean the tracker on your computer? She must mean that. <<therapist>>"Since treatment has began, $name has masturbated roughly $corruption times. Give or take. He's orgasmed with pictures of women's feet as the stimulus about $feetCounter times. And women's armpits around $armpitCounter times. This means he's masturbating around <<if $corruption >63>>more than two times a day.<<else>>once a day."<</if>><</therapist>> There is a small frazzle of static on the line, Mom is on her cell for sure. <<mom>>"Why is he looking at lady's feet and underarms?"<</mom>> Ms. Patterson smiles warmly at you. <<therapist>>"$name unfortunately is deeply perverse and very well may have an addiction to pornography. This sort of attachment can be a way of soothing himself if he feels he isn't competing well with his other male peers."<</therapist>> <<mom>>"So what should we do?"<</mom>> <<therapist>>"I think we should encourage $name to practice some chastity. Some restraint. And limit how often he is, you know..."<</therapist>> <<mom>>"Pulling his winky?"<</mom>> A strong need to die overcomes you. Unfortunately your heart doesn't give out and you're forced to continue on this mortal coil. <<therapist>>"What a cute way of putting it. Exactly! I want to put $name in a chastity cage. It's a device that prevents masturbation. It'll help him with his schooling. Would you approve of such a device?"<</therapist>> Mom grumbles on the phone, she seems unsure. <<mom>>"Only if $name says he wants to try that. That seems very invasive!"<</mom>> Ms. Patterson mutes her end of the line and looks at you with hawkish eyes. <<therapist>>"Want to make this easy and give in? Or maybe you'd prefer mommy to see your entire internet history?"<</therapist>> [[Agree and submit.|stage9a]]

Ms. Patterson taka-taka'd on the computer, each keystroke and bit of idle chatter between her and your Mom building tension further. <<therapist>>"Aha, here we go. So. Ahem. We've got a few statistics about $name that I wanted to share with you."<</therapist>> Did she mean the tracker on your computer? She must mean that. <<therapist>>"Since treatment has began, $name has masturbated roughly $corruption times. Give or take. He's orgasmed with pictures of women's feet as the stimulus about $feetCounter times. And women's armpits around $armpitCounter times. This means he's masturbating around <<if $corruption >63>>more than two times a day<<else>>once a day."<</if>><</therapist>> There is soft chuckle from the phone, cut up with static. Mom is on her cell for sure. <<mom>>"Yep, that sounds like $name. The foot rubs are really something, Ms. Patterson. So I can't complain too much."<</mom>> Ms. Patterson smiles warmly at you. <<therapist>>"Aww, is that so? I guess he's putting his heart into them. That doesn't bother you to hear?"<</therapist>> <<mom>>"Mmm, well it seems pretty par for the course for him. Is all of that bad?"<</mom>> <<therapist>>"Not bad, per se. I think we should encourage $name to practice some chastity. Some restraint. And limit how often he is, you know..."<</therapist>> <<mom>>"Pulling his dicklet?"<</mom>> A strong need to die overcomes you. Unfortunately your heart doesn't give out and you're forced to continue on this mortal coil. <<therapist>>"What a cute way of putting it. Exactly! I want to put $name in a chastity cage. It's a device that prevents masturbation. It'll help him with his schooling. Would you approve of such a device?"<</therapist>> <<mom>>"Yes! That sounds like a lovely idea, you have my approval. Can't wait to see how it effects his behavior! Who will get the keys?"<</mom>> Your heart sinks. How could she? But as your befuddlement comes to the surface so does the undeniable arousal at hearing her throw you under the bus because she thinks it'll be cute to watch you squirm. <<therapist>>"That would be me. I'll keep them safe here at school where he won't be able to access them."<</therapist>> After a few goodbyes, the two women end their call and you're left just with the smug Ms. Patterson. [[Agree and submit.|stage9a]]

You shake your head and keep your eyes low. There is no way jerking off is a good idea. It just seems like a bad move. Besides, nothing like a heap of adrenaline to kill your hard on. Ms. Patterson nudges the issue a little, but relents after awhile. Soon enough, your Mom, Ms. Taylor and Ms. Patterson are all looking right into your soul. The awkward conversation between the three of them is hard to get through, but you're quite pleased with just how much Mom comes to your defense. Even given the circumstances. Seeing as you didn't end up jerking off, Ms. Patterson focuses mostly on pining your actions on a porn addiction. <<mom>>"I have noticed he's been cooped up in his room a lot more than usually recently."<</mom>> <<therapist>>"It's definitely a warning sign for such behavior. Best to get ahead of the curve with these things. They really could negatively impact $name's shot at a good college."<</therapist>> This is what really strikes Mom's interest, and clutching her handbag, she leans in, asking what could be done... [[Continue.|introtherapist4]] <<set $altstart to true>>

Enthralled, you begin hammering your cock with your hand, already slippery with pre. It's barely twenty seconds before you're at an edge, and going to spill. Oh, it feels like it's going to be a good one. She stands, and licks her lips once more, as there is a click - a lock. <<therapist>>"Gah, what the hell are you doing?" The therapist recoils in revulsion, her voice sharp with her disgust.<</therapist>> The door swings open. Your mom walks in. The sheer shock of her voice and surprised expression. <<mom>>"$name!"<</mom>> You spurt, moaning in a girlish cry of a relieving, amazing orgasm. You can't stop your hand as you spray your palm, leg, and the therapist's table with the results of your onanism. The therapist makes grossed-out sounds and tries to push out past the others in the room. The teachers, your mother, you are all stuck between anger and confusion. Meekly, desperately, you pull up your shorts - spreading cum all over them and yourself. You fumble with the tissues in your nerve-wracking effort to clean up. Nothing but muttering jumbled words spill from you, you're so afraid and embarrassed you're on the verge of tears. And, by giving in, you've sealed your own fate. [[Continue.|introtherapist4]]

You muster up the courage to bring yourself to the school administrators. You want to go over Ms. Patterson's head, to take this whole charade to the principal's desk. But can you really do it? The path ahead might be unusual. [[Yes, do it.|tge1]] [[No, chicken out.|first day of school]]

When you first bring you story to the principal he's baffled. Obviously he heard of your antics, but you give him the entire story. You admit what wrongdoing you did, but also that Ms. Patterson coerced you. As you plead and continue his expression goes from one of doubt to something more serious. He thanks you for your honesty and seems a bit dumbstruck. It's a little odd seeing someone in such a position of authority mulling the story over. And, you can see just how ridiculous it might sound. Your mom is called, and things move fast. Best of all, you're given some time off from school. An investigation is held, and you slack off enjoying video games, time with your girlfriend, and ignoring the homework they send you each day. Remarkably, the truth comes to light, and it's far more than you could have imagined. [[Continue.|tge2]]

Ms. Patterson and the woman from CenSight are girlfriends. The therapist had been feeding a healthy supply of males under her thumb to her girlfriend, Ms. Blanche. Together the two of them had been corrupting young men. Tormenting them into partaking in lewd and degrading acts, censoring their ability to see female nudity, and treating their patients like guinea pigs and playthings. Of course, both of them were immediately fired. The scandal makes the news. You keep your head down, and relish the apologies your Mom and the school rain on you. You don't make a thousand friends overnight, but things get a lot better for you at school. Instead of being a target for bullying, you fade pleasantly into the background. Though, towards the end of the year, you're approached by $bullygf [[Give into her, become a wallet for this girl.|tgeg1]] [[Make friends with her, but don't give into her wiles.|tge4]] [[Ignore her.|tge5]]

Your weekends become work, and your weekdays become service. You fall like a mouse into $bullygf's trap. Your wallet is her ATM, and the two of you love it. All of your first sexual experiences are had under her thumb, and each and every one of them is more humiliating than the last. But, the orgasms you have are so potent you wouldn't trade them for anything. When the time comes to have your implants removed she insists you keep them. And, for the promise of a footjob, you agree. Sadly, those five minutes of glory paled in comparison to the crushing feeling of having nudity kept from you. $gfname becomes an afterthought. You spend less and less time with her, and more with $bullygf. After all, she's the one lavishing you in all those sexual treats while you rain money upon her. The connection you have with $bullygf is undeniably that of a cat playing with a mouse. Doom could come at anytime. And still, you cast off your ties to $gfname after a fight over just how much you've been tributing to $bullygf... Eventually $bullygf breaks up with her boyfriend on the football team and you become her official boytoy. The two of you christened your new relationship with a condom covered handjob. [[Continue.|tgeg2]]

You hold onto a decent friendship with $bullygf, she teases and bullies you a lot but it isn't anything you can't tolerate. For awhile there, you wonder if she likes you, but you don't want to pursue such a devious person when you have $gfname. Your oddball friendship is a fun highlight of your high school senior year, but it quickly fizzles out after graduation. [[Continue.|tge6]]

Wanting nothing to do with the cruel faux-blonde, you leave her be. Life continues as normal. Your implants are remove in due time, allowing your vision to be restored to normalcy. [[Continue.|tge6]]

Ms. Patterson's attempts to spite you don't follow you to college. And with high school behind you, all you can look forward to is sharing the college experience with $gfname. Mom's hard work paid off, all her savings and scrimping allowing you to attend a decent college. And with $gfname maneuvering herself there, the two of you finally get to meet and be with each other in person. Meeting a girl you've only spoken to and rarely seen pictures of is strange. The text you shared brought to life as an actual person. She isn't the hottest girl in the world. She doesn't have massive tits, or a fat ass. She's mousy, plain, with large circle-rimmed glasses and straight black hair. But she's yours! And she loves you, and that's all there is to it. Your college years are not easy, per se. Little comes to you without sacrifice and effort between studying and being very poor. But, you excel in the more segmented environment of college study. Things aren't perfect with $gfname either. You have your fights, disagreements, and squabbles. Sometimes she's shy about touch, and it takes her a while to open up to frequent hugs, kisses, to say nothing of sex. But, the two of you explore each other in a manner you couldn't have expected. The romance and joy of sharing each other's firsts in experimental, uncertain forays into that which two young adults do together, is extraordinary. It's not perfect, but in its imperfect state, it becomes splendid. Her lithe and slim body is befitting her meek and nerdy nature. And, given how much smaller she is than you, you feel like a man when you're with her. Both of you being lewd internet dwellers eventually leads to exploring lots of kinks. And, surprisingly, she feels very comfortable in the dominant role. <<linkreplace "You explore a foot fetish...">> <<include gf-feet>> <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "You explore an armpit fetish...">> <<include gf-armpit>> <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "You explore a cuckolding fetish...">> <<include gf-cuck>> <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "You explore pussyfree pledges...">> <<include gf-pussyfree>> <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "You explore chastity...">> <<include gf-chas>> <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "You explore premature ejaculation training...">> <<include gf-pe>> <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "You explore censorship...">> <<include gf-cen>> <</linkreplace>> [[Life goes on...|tge7]]

But was it really such a surprise that she let her ex and the entire football team hit one last time? You can't blame her for wanting a last hurray, right? After all, he's a better, and bigger man than you. $bullygf doesn't care how you feel about it, but lets you watch her abused, pixelated pussy drip cum after having a locker room full of men use her like a cum dumpster. It makes her feel sexy. And it makes you feel like a wimpy cuckold. $bullygf and you attend different colleges. She isn't far away, but she's out of immediate reach. Most weekends are spent together, most. But other times you get to see the videos of partying with her friends and other men. Without you. Drunken texts and calls from her when she is clearly giving another man head, or too distracted to give you the time of day. It's not all bad. Sometimes she even brings home the condoms they ejaculated in, and uses that as the lube to tug you off. If anyone of them remembered to wear a rubber. Despite her rich family, her demands for your money quickly force you to abandon any hope of getting a degree and press you into the workforce. Any time you build up the will, or the notion to abandon her, $bullygf becomes the sweetest girl on the planet. Taking care of you, doting on you, making you feel like the best guy around. So long as making you feel that way doesn't involve any penetrative sex. Several years into your half-consenting open relationship and you still haven't felt, or even seen, her pussy. After all, you still have your censor implant. She keeps telling you 'soon', 'soon', and treats you to a little handpussy as a pity fuck. [[Continue.|tgeg3]]

You explain to her the new way you've been getting yourself off. Finger and thumb, delicately. You make it clear that, you obviously are larger than just that. Of course. She doesn't reply for a very long time. You type out some pokes but delete them before sending them. Nervousness bubbles over into arousal. What was she thinking? Should you really have said that? <<gf>>If I use like my index finger and thumb yours is gone?"<</gf>> You try to clarify that no, that's not right. You're bigger than that. But, she doesn't seem to believe you. <<if $cuck is true>><<gf>>The friend I made takes both of my hands to cover. And there is some left over."<</gf>> You're floored. First off, how does she know that? Secondly, her hands are small so that doesn't mean very much at all! <<gf>>Right so if my hands are small, and I only need one to give you a handjob doesn't that mean your penis is small and his cock is big?"<</gf>> You don't answer, and instead press her for how she knows it is so big. <<gf>>Well he sent me another picture and we were talking about how guys masturbate vs. how I masturbate."<</gf>> Unsolicited dickpics, talking about how she masturbates? Did she just give that information up willingly? <<gf>>It wasn't unsolicited. So back off with the accusations. And I can talk about whatever I want with whoever I want! Don't get angry with me because I'm chatting with a friend. He sent me another picture because I sent him something."<</gf>> A nervousness grips at your heart. What did she send? <<gf>>Just a picture of me in a bra."<</gf>> Really, just a bra picture? <<gf>>Okay the bra was flipped up so, he could see my nipples and stuff but it really wasn't much."<</gf>> You still haven't seen her tits. <<gf>>Yeah well you can't even because of that chip thing so, what's it matter? Our queue popped! Let's talk about this later."<</gf>> <<else>> <<gf>>Kinda sounds like I wouldn't need my whole fist to cover your thingy. Hmm. Well that's okay I guess..."<</gf>> It's not a thingy, it's a cock. <<gf>>Cock is kind of a strong word, lol. I am not sure if that's super appropriate considering the facts rn. Oh, our queue popped!<</gf>> <</if>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $relationship += 15>> <<set $playerGF to 8>>

You describe that you use your hand to masturbate like any other normal guy. <<gf>>The whole thing? Like all the fingers?"<</gf>> Well, not quite. The pinkie is kind of at rest, and so is the ring finger sometimes unless you're really excited. They just rest on the base, by your balls. <<gf>>So it isn't the whole hand then?"<</gf>> It is! <<gf>>Do you really only use a few fingers... ?"<</gf>> You try to dodge the question, but there is no weaseling from it. <<if $cuck is true>> <<gf>>The friend I made takes both of my hands to cover. And there is some left over."<</gf>> You're floored. First off, how does she know that? Secondly, her hands are small so that doesn't mean very much at all! <<gf>>Right so if my hands are small, and I only need one to give you a handjob doesn't that mean your penis is small and his cock is big?"<</gf>> You don't answer, and instead press her for how she knows it is so big. <<gf>>Well he sent me another picture and we were talking about how guys masturbate vs. how I masturbate."<</gf>> Unsolicited dickpics, talking about how she masturbates? Did she just give that information up willingly? <<gf>>It wasn't unsolicited. So back off with the accusations. And I can talk about whatever I want with whoever I want! Don't get angry with me because I'm chatting with a friend. He sent me another picture because I sent him something."<</gf>> A nervousness grips at your heart. What did she send? <<gf>>Just a picture of me in a bra."<</gf>> Really, just a bra picture? <<gf>>Okay the bra was flipped up so, he could see my nipples and stuff but it really wasn't much."<</gf>> You still haven't seen her tits. <<gf>>Yeah well you can't even because of that chip thing so, what's it matter? Our queue popped! Let's talk about this later."<</gf>> <<else>> <<gf>>Kinda sounds like I wouldn't need my whole fist to cover your thingy. Hmm. Well that's okay I guess..."<</gf>> It's not a thingy, it's a cock. <<gf>>Cock is kind of a strong word, lol. I am not sure if that's super appropriate considering the facts rn. Oh, our queue popped!<</gf>> <</if>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $relationship += 15>> <<set $playerGF to 8>>

''This is the curent end of girlfriend content!'' <<return>>

On break, during your shift, you notice a new girl. In the buzz of the busy period you'd hardly had a chance to even look at her. Now, reclining against a wall and smoking, you can appreciate her. Even in the restaurant uniform, she looks awesomely gloomy. Her hair is trimmed in a hime cut, with long bangs on the sides past her cheekbones. The shade is an inky black, shining slightly with the wan light from above. Her lips and eyeshadow are black, accenting her incredibly pale skin. If the goth subculture could be condensed to a single woman, she is it. She notices you gawking at her quicker than you'd like. First she rolls her eyes, continuing to drag from her cigarette and browse her phone. When the awkwardness of that stuns you further, she speaks. "Not interested." You notice her earnings are a little peculiar. They're black spades, like from a playing card. [[Stammer an apology.|workgothweak]] [[Claim you already have a girlfriend.|workgothstrong]] [[Ignore this trollop and carry on.|workgothcancel]]

You give her a lip-trembling apology, still shakey with the embarrassment of being so bluntly cut down. A thin twitch of satisfaction plays on her lips. <<sabrina>>"At least you know your place. Does the wimp have a name?"<</sabrina>> You tell her that you are $name. <<sabrina>>"Sabrina." Her voice twangs with an off-hand, 'I don't care' demeanor. <</sabrina>> It's a melancholy name for a gloomy girl. <<sabrina>>She perks her eyebrows at you aggressively. "You really aren't trying to hit on me?"<</sabrina>> [[Explain that you aren't, you're just looking to chat.|workgoth2]] <<set $playerQueen = 2>>

<<sabrina>>"Mhm. And I own a castle in France."<</sabrina>> She blows smoke at you, the acrid taste of nicotine washing over you. <<sabrina>>"Does the wimp have a name?"<</sabrina>> You tell her that you are $name. <<sabrina>>"Sabrina." Her voice twangs with an off-hand, 'I don't care' demeanor. <</sabrina>> It's a melancholy name for a gloomy girl. <<sabrina>>She perks her eyebrows at you curiously. "You really aren't trying to hit on me?"<</sabrina>> [[Explain that you aren't, you're just looking to chat.|workgoth2]] <<set $playerQueen = 2>>

Her entire demeanor changes. Sort of. Still pretty deadpan, but her lips aren't turned down in a frown now. <<sabrina>>"Cool. I see you here all the time. Been working awhile huh?"<</sabrina>> You nod, telling her its your first job. <<sabrina>>"Not for me. Kinda sucks but rent calls, right?" She chuckles.<</sabrina>> You hold back on telling her you live with your Mom. Seeing as she is so preoccupied with her phone, you ask her what she's doing. <<sabrina>>"Checking the AH."<</sabrina>> AH? Did she mean auction house? <<sabrina>>Her eyes glitter. "Do you play Windcraft?"<</sabrina>> You do indeed! <<sabrina>>She gives you a proud smile. "Undead assassin, you?"<</sabrina>> Your main's race and class is... [[Human male paladin.|workgothh]] [[Female Wolfkin druid.|workgothw]] [[Undead warlock.|workgothu]] <<set $playerQueen = 2>>

<<sabrina>>"Boring as fuck." I'd say we should play some time but I hardly fuck with it anymore. Usually just play the Auction House and fool around."<</sabrina>> You tell her you and your girlfriend mostly just RP and casually raid. <<sabrina>>"It's a lot more believable you have a girlfriend hearing you met her through the game. Bet it's long distance."<</sabrina>> That isn't a hard guess, but you confirm it. <<sabrina>>"You sure she's a she and not a dude?"<</sabrina>> You are certain. You've seen pictures of them! <<sabrina>>"Two words. Cat. Fish. Either way, I wish you luck in love. Boys like you don't really get to hit too often."<</sabrina>> She takes a drag from her cigarette before tossing it and stomping on it with her boot. <<sabrina>>"Break's over, slick."<</sabrina>> [[End your shift.|sleep]]

<<sabrina>>"Furry?"<</sabrina>> You desperately try to explain the crit benefits of your race class combo but she just laughs you off. <<sabrina>>"It's okay, I got some Wolfkins too. I think they're hot. I'd say we should play some time but I hardly fuck with it anymore. Usually just play the Auction House and fool around."<</sabrina>> You tell her you and your girlfriend mostly just RP and casually raid. <<sabrina>>"It's a lot more believable you have a girlfriend hearing you met her through the game. Bet it's long distance."<</sabrina>> That isn't a hard guess, but you confirm it. <<sabrina>>"You sure she's a she and not a dude?"<</sabrina>> You are certain. You've seen pictures of them! <<sabrina>>"Two words. Cat. Fish. Either way, I wish you luck in love. Boys like you don't really get to hit too often."<</sabrina>> She takes a drag from her cigarette before tossing it and stomping on it with her boot. <<sabrina>>"Break's over, slick."<</sabrina>> [[End your shift.|sleep]]

<<sabrina>>"My brother from the grave, good vibes."<</sabrina>> She prompts you to a fist bump you hurriedly accept. <<sabrina>>"I'd say we should play some time but I hardly fuck with it anymore. Usually just play the Auction House and fool around."<</sabrina>> You tell her you and your girlfriend mostly just RP and casually raid. <<sabrina>>"It's a lot more believable you have a girlfriend hearing you met her through the game. Bet it's long distance."<</sabrina>> That isn't a hard guess, but you confirm it. <<sabrina>>"You sure she's a she and not a dude?"<</sabrina>> You are certain. You've seen pictures of them! <<sabrina>>"Two words. Cat. Fish. Either way, I wish you luck in love. Boys like you don't really get to hit too often."<</sabrina>> She takes a drag from her cigarette before tossing it and stomping on it with her boot. <<sabrina>>"Break's over, slick."<</sabrina>> [[End your shift.|sleep]]

<<if $underwear is "Panties">> <<gyaru>>"What the fuck are these?"<</gyaru>> $bullygf's voice snarls with what you can only reckon is curious revulsion. You try to evade her long nailed grasp but she gets a hold of you far too soon. Her fingers dig into you like the fangs of a snake. A soft meep parts from your lips before you can think of something more masculine to do than just going limp. Her searching grasp goes past the waist of your pants and you let it happen. The slight scratch of her fingernails to your skin makes the hair on your neck stand on end and brings pleasant goose bumps to you. The sensation of her dipping past to get a hold of your panties distracts you from her intention. $bullygf yanks up on your panties nearly hard enough to rip the fabric. With a cruel and mirthful chuckle, she hoists you. The distraction of her initial touch immediately bleeds into the extreme discomfort and humiliation of having your panties wedgied against your nuts. The fabric digs into the part of your cheeks and your little marbles are smooshed to your body with a painful and undignified intensity that nearly has you bawling for mercy. <<gyaru>>"What's the matter? Expected to wear these and get away with it?"<</gyaru>> She shifts you left and right a bit, dragging your shoe tips with squeaks to the floor. Throwing your hands back to grasp her, and your pleas for her to stop fall on uncaring ears. The soft fabric of your panties turn into the cilice with which she torments your nethers with. <<gyaru>>"What? I thought these felt soooo good on your little junk, that's why you wear them right?"<</gyaru>> With one final hoist up that brings you off your toe tips, she finally releases you. The sudden drop makes you stumble forward, and your hands shoot to cup and protect your delicate eggs. The gut-tingling abuse your acorns have suffered renders you breathless and wordless. In your defenseless state, she grabs your wallet from your pocket and leafs through the bills. The brush of the greenbacks to her fingers mixes with the pleasured pain of your abused groin, and you worry about the neural connections currently being made. After her oddly sexual abuse of your wallet, she throws the leather back at your head and takes off with her money. <<gyaru>>$bullygf blows you a kiss goodbye. "Thanks again, dork."<</gyaru>> <<else>> <<gyaru>>"Hey, your pants are sagging a little."<</gyaru>> $bullygf's voice snarls with what you can only reckon is curious revulsion. You try to evade her long nailed grasp but she gets a hold of you far too soon. Her fingers dig into you like the fangs of a snake. A soft meep parts from your lips before you can think of something more masculine to do than just going limp. Her searching grasp goes past the waist of your pants and you let it happen. The slight scratch of her fingernails to your skin makes the hair on your neck stand on end and brings pleasant goose bumps to you. The sensation of her dipping past to get a hold of your panties distracts you from her intention. $bullygf yanks up on your boxers nearly hard enough to rip the fabric. With a cruel and mirthful chuckle, she hoists you. The distraction of her initial touch immediately bleeds into the extreme discomfort and humiliation of having your panties wedgied against your nuts. The fabric digs into the part of your cheeks and your little marbles are smooshed to your body with a painful and undignified intensity that nearly has you bawling for mercy. <<gyaru>>"What's the matter? Surprised I'd give a nerd like you a wedgie?"<</gyaru>> She shifts you left and right a bit, dragging your shoe tips with squeaks to the floor. Throwing your hands back to grasp her, and your pleas for her to stop fall on uncaring ears. <<gyaru>>"I almost expected you to be in panties instead of these."<</gyaru>> With one final hoist up that brings you off your toe tips, she finally releases you. The sudden drop makes you stumble forward, and your hands shoot to cup and protect your delicate eggs. The gut-tingling abuse your acorns have suffered renders you breathless and wordless. In your defenseless state, she grabs your wallet from your pocket and leafs through the bills. The brush of the greenbacks to her fingers mixes with the pleasured pain of your abused groin, and you worry about the neural connections currently being made. After her oddly sexual abuse of your wallet, she throws the leather back at your head and takes off with her money. <<gyaru>>$bullygf blows you a kiss goodbye. "Thanks again, dork."<</gyaru>> <</if>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<if $playerMoney < 40>> <<set $tribute +=$playerMoney>> <<set $playerMoney -=$playerMoney>> <<else>> <<set $tribute +=40>> <<set $playerMoney -=40>> <</if>> <<set $corruption += 1>>

The movie with Mom this evening is quieter than usual. Neither of you has much to say to the other for some reason. The movie passes by just fine however, there isn't a glimmer of awkwardness. If anything, there is a buzz between you of calm appreciation and comfort. Maybe it's not the most manly for a high schooler like yourself to be so chill hanging with your mom on a $day night, but fuck that. Mom is great, and being on the couch with her is cozy. It's safe. When the movie is done, she turns to you with a pleasant smile. The beauty of her face is so familiar now, she raised you after all. The marks of age only seem to deepen that beauty too. But perhaps that's just all the intimate time you've shared altering your perception. <<mom>>"Honey, what did you think of that one?"<</mom>> The two of you chat at length about the movie. Sometimes you bring up things she doesn't know or understand as you converse. But she likewise rakes up old memories and culture that is two decades out of play. It doesn't add any friction to your talk. It feels wonderful to watch her actually listen to what you have to say. And a little cute to see her get bashful when she remembers her age. The conversation fades again though, and the air becomes a little tense. The subtle marks on her face turn from calm joy to something more engaged. Focused. Mom gets closer. <<mom>>"Show me your underwear."<</mom>> <<if $underwear is "boxers">> [[Show her.|momboxers]] <<else>> [[Show her.|mompantiess]] <</if>>

The question comes as a surprise. What did she want to see there? Why? Despite the minor protest, it is just to buy a bit of time for you to process. Already the naughtiness and tension in the air has blood rushing to your sex. <<mom>>"Oh, just trust your mom will you!" She waves her hand dismissively, her cheeks a bit flush.<</mom>> Anxiety adds a shiver to your hand, and you feel your body temperature lower, but purely in curious anticipation. You unbutton and flip open your pants, revealing your normal boxers and a tent you wish was more impressive. <<mom>>"Ah. Ahem. Cute."<</mom>> You sense she didn't find what she wanted. You wonder if it's the size of your penis that is displeasing, but she knows you're modest down there, so that can't be it. <<if $playerStamina >= 29>> <<mom>>"Heh. Thanks for showing me, dear. Now why don't we get some rest?"<</mom>> With a slight damp spot signaling your arousal, you conceal your boxers and nod. You might want to bang one out before bed. <<else>> <<mom>>"Little guy is awake and saying hi, huh?" She clears her throat. "I guess it would be rude if I didn't..."<</mom>> Her hands go down to her yoga pants, and she tugs them down a bit. It's just a peek, but Mom flashes you her panties with a silly giggle. It's too much. You try to hunch over, to clutch your dicklet and stop it somehow, but you begin ejaculating. Even the quick glance at Mom's panties, normal as they might be, triggers an orgasm in you. The delicious thighs squeezing her panties, the closeness of her pussy, the reality that you wouldn't be able to see the goods if she flashed them. It's all too much, and you begin jizzing into your boxers. There is no way to hide it. Between the dollops of white staining the fabric, to the little moan you make. <<mom>>"Oh gosh, I'm sorry, $name! I should have known. All those hormones and stuff are kinda crazy huh?"<</mom>> She chuckles with an awkward concern. You can be sure if she's trying to make you feel better, or if she really thinks that's the cause. The spike of pleasure is polluted, or perhaps enhanced, by the strange shame that you have ruined your stamina so much even a peek at panties can make you unload. With a few uncomfortable apologies, you hobble off to clean yourself. Mom doesn't pursue you further, wishing you good night. <</if>> [[Continue.|sleep]]

Anxiety adds shiver to your hand, and you feel your body temperature lower, but purely in curious anticipation. You unbutton and flip open your pants, revealing her panties and a tent you wish was more impressive. <<mom>>"Those are mine, aren't they? Did I give you that pair or did you take it from mommy?"<</mom>> She leans a bit closer, a playful half-smile on her face, and arousal in her eyes. <<mom>>"Do you want to try on the bra that goes with it?"<</mom>> Without thinking you nod your head to the affirmative. This pleases her greatly, and she takes your hand to lead you from the couch. You hurriedly tug up your pants with your remaining hand and follow her into her bedroom. The air feels strange and filled with possibility. Mom's room is a bit busy with her spare clothes and disorganized makeup and personal effects. You feel incredibly at ease as you hear the door close behind you and find the only exit blocked by your Mom's bubbly wiggle of excitement. <<mom>>"Take off your pants, honey. And your shirt too," she asks casually, immediately turning toward her drawer.<</mom>> The caution of superego stays your hand for nary a second as you strip yourself bare to your, or rather her, panties. Your eye catches the full length mirror to your left and you turn to it. With your hand clutching your wrist behind your back you get a full and untamed look at yourself in your Mom's panties. Only the bulge of your <<if $chastity is true>>chastity cage.<<else>>pricklet hints at your masculinity.<</if>> Your fair skin, unblemished by the body hair of a man, simmers with a slight blush. Your waifish and lithe hips threaten to one day bear the sway of a feminine gait, and your shoulders and chest don't seem well balanced for full-contact sports. Something akin to swimming would be more your speed, if you had to pass judgment on form alone. It takes a moment of starry-eyed and surprised observation before she makes herself known behind you. She steps into the frame of the mirror, and presents her bra. It's big, far too big for your flat chest. <<mom>>"Ta-da."<</mom>> She hangs it on one hand and wraps you in a hug. But the hug turns into a possessive grope. Her palms grasp at your pecs, pressing to the nipples and coaxing a shocked inhale from you. <<mom>>"Unless you start growing a pair of boobies, I think Mommy's bra is a little too big for you."<</mom>> Her voice lilts up though, some hopefulness in her. The groping stops, and she stands up straight again, just a bit taller than you. <<mom>>"However," she casts aside her proper bra, and presents a far smaller, tighter brazier. It's black, clashing with the light pink of the pilfered panties on you. "I did get someone else's order from Slamazon that one time!"<</mom>> You don't exactly remember, but you aren't thinking too hard, your eyes are too focused on the simple but engaging black bra hanging from her fingertip. She puts a slight sway to it, almost hypnotic as the fabric grazes your bare skin. <<mom>>"It comes with its own pair of panties too. You know what they say! You can have any color you want so long as its black. Why don't you take those off?"<</mom>> Despite being here, hard, <<if $chastity is true>>cage<<else>>dicklet<</if>> bulging in her underwear, a pensiveness falls over you. Should you really? It's just a tiny bit of fabric. <<mom>>"C'mon!" You feel your Mom grab your butt, making your eyes widen to saucers. "Are you chicken? I've seen you naked all your life, it's perfectly normal."<</mom>> Encouraged, reason is dissuaded by desire, and you shimmy free from the pink adornment on your thighs. You swear you hear her whisper 'good boy', but it is so mumbled you aren't certain. She passes you the panties. They're more like boyshorts, and they fit far better than her own set. Feminine, simple, black in color and they hug tight to your hips. Mom pulls them up against your <<if $chastity is false>>balls<<else>>cage<</if>>, and pats your junk in place casually. <<mom>>"Do you know how a bra works? Probably not. I don't think you have had to take one off a girl yet, right?"<</mom>> Your heart flutters at her comment but you nod stiffly, watching her arms once more come around you. This time, though, with an opened black bra dangling between them. <<mom>>"Put your arms in the holes, dear." She wiggles the fabric at you.<</mom>> You do as she asks, feeling the slightest kiss of the soft material on your bicep as she pulls it around your shoulders. <<mom>>"Okay, turn to the side," she guides you, telling you to look to the mirror as she works.<</mom>> <<mom>>"These are hooks and loops. Kind of finicky for a lot of guys to understand but I think you'll pick up on it quick."<</mom>> She demonstrates how to put it on, and as those hooks meet those loops, a pleasant constriction lays across the underside of your pecs. Words flee your tongue, and the question Mom posits of how it feels goes unanswered. You're far too busy looking. Looking at your form now draped with the underthings of a woman. Here, in nothing but feminine garments. Your Mom's hands resting approvingly on your shoulders. It feels strange. Wrong, against the grain, not usual. But in that dissonant wrongness undeniably sweet temptation. <<mom>>"Why don't you keep those and go along to bed, daughter?"<</mom>> She snickers, covering her smirk and patting your butt. <<mom>>"Don't forget your shirt and pants!"<</mom>> You nearly do, walking like a specter for her door. It's almost an out-of-body experience having been dressed up by her, and then to have that 'daughter' cherry slammed atop. The demeaning title came with such saccharine comfort when she said it that it hardly felt like an insult. But your itty bitty prick certainly had its pride wounded by her words. <<if $chastity is true>>But there isn't much your locked-up cock can do but leak.<</if>> You gather your things and wish her good night, sleeping in your gifts until morning. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $corruption += 1>>

<<mom>>"How would you feel about going to the beach tomorrow?" Mom asks with enthusiasm. <</mom>> The glimmer of the TV's light in the dark highlights the buzzing excitement she holds with such a simple thing. You think about it a moment. The weather has been getting nice enough for it. But the water might be cold. There is also another matter... <<mom>>"It'll be a whole day to get out to the coast and back. If you have any plans for Sunday that's okay. We can do it another time, honey."<</mom>> [[Another time, you want to do something else tomorrow.|mombeachdecline]] [[A beach trip sounds perfect.|mombeach2]]

Mom seems a little disappointed, but she understands. She asks if you want to spend more time together this evening instead. [[Continue.|momweekendmenu]]

<<mom>>"Oh, that's wonderful news! Last year we didn't get a chance to because work was so busy. But I think we deserve a little treat, don't we?"<</mom>> She leans forward and gives your cheek a kiss. Her excitement is infectious, and normally you might be a bit wary of Mom's plans for a day trip. After all, the tastes of a grown, middle-aged woman, and a high school boy readying for college, are quite different. However, the itinerary seems simplistic and enjoyable. She wants to get out there early for maximum time on the sand, and to avoid all the crowds. Aside from time along the waves, she wants to visit the boardwalk and have whatever set of burgers and shakes looks the greasiest and most calorie-dense. As the night wears on, the two of you exchange a bit of nostalgia from past vacations. Once there was a time, you and her would rent a room in a seaside community for a weekend. It was always the cheapest, smallest room. Usually just one bed. Money was tight, even then, but it was very cozy. You can remember the scent of the sea spray and how it soaked into everything there. <<mom>>"It's kind of late, huh?" Mom says with a yawn.<</mom>> You expect her to wish you good night. She does not. <<mom>>"Want to come sleep with Mommy tonight? Just so, uhm, it's easier to get ready in the morning? It'll just be like the times at the coast!"<</mom>> The question is presented innocently enough, but the two of you exchange a strange and electrified look. That seems like a dangerous, wonderful opportunity. [[That's a bit too much, sleep in your own room.|mombeachsleepdec]] [[You wouldn't mind, it's just sharing a bed.|mombeach3]]

She nods and gives you a kiss on the forehead, wishing you good night and reminding you not to stay up late. It'll be an early morning. You get to sleep relatively easily, but do find yourself amped for the day out tomorrow. After a pleasantly dreamless sleep, you're awoken by a rap at the door. Right, bright and early! Mom prepares a light breakfast while you help pack the bags for the day trip. Nothing serious or complex, but a few beach necesities are always good. Sun screen, towels both for laying on and drying off, and a few knick-knacks. <<mom>>"$name there is something kind of awkward I'd like to ask you. A favor."<</mom>> Your ears perk up and you listen, your eating slowing as you try to think on what she might ask. <<mom>>"There is a 'woman's only' portion of the beach for sunbathing and, stuff like that. I have always wanted to give it a try because it's exclusive. A lot less busy."<</mom>> You state the obvious, that you're a boy and wouldn't be allowed in. <<mom>>She clears her throat and looks shiftily to her side. "Ahem. Unless you'd like to try sneaking in? You could use one my old bathing suits."<</mom>> [[Absolutely not!|mombeach6b]] [[You could try.|mombeach6p]]

Mom's joy makes her chuckle, and she's happy to grasp your hand and lead you to her bedroom. It's a little surreal, and for a moment you wonder if she'd just scoop you up and throw you into bed. But once it gets down to it, things become a lot more innocent and casual. Which, in some ways, helps solidify the rightness of it, to enhance that feeling of comfort and closeness. After all, she is your mom. Shouldn't you feel comfortable with her? She strips herself down with her back turned, and you occasionally take glances at her butt. Her body is lovely to look at. The slight amount of aging to her details like oxidation on a bronze art piece, adds nothing but a new layer of majesty. <<mom>>"You don't mind, right? I am just used to sleeping in my underwear, heh. Especially during the warmer months." She asks over her shoulder.<</mom>> You shake your head no. And encouraged by this, turns your way, but doesn't look at you. As if it's a perfectly normal thing to do, she removes her bra and casts it aside. Pixels melt into black bars, obscuring the details of her tits entirely. For a second you wonder if she felt confident doing that because she knows you can't see anything. She meets your eyes. <<mom>>"You okay?"<</mom>> With a huff you realize you're erect, and that you've been staring and thinking. You nod and smile, brushing it off. <<if $chastity is true>>A rare time you're glad for your cage, concealing your erection.<<else>>A rare time you're thankful for your smaller size. She doesn't seem to have noticed your arousal.<</if>> Mom climbs into bed and throws a light sheet over her, covering her body, but holding it up to allow you to join her. Beckoned by her gesture, you get alongside her and she looks at you with surprise. <<mom>>"You sleep in your PJs? This room gets a little hot. I won't mind if you need to remove a few bits."<</mom>> She pokes your tummy a few times playfully, and encouraged by her chuckle, decide to peel off a few pieces. Your shirt and pajama pants slip off and get tossed aside. The only thing concealing your delicate bits is $underwear. Mom smirks at what you have below and puts a hand to your chest, resting along her side and exhaling. <<mom>>"Alright. We've got a really big day, so let's get some sleep, okay?"<</mom>> You nod, but remain awake a bit longer. It feels soothing to be sleeping beside Mom like this, and more than a little sexually titillating. It's hard to find a peaceful rest when your nethers are buzzing with arousal. After all, you are sleeping next to your topless Mom. Her tits aren't touching you, and you can't see them, but they're right there. <<if $chastity is true>>You reach your hand down to your cage and clutch it with a woeful sigh. You don't even have the option of jerking off.<<else>>There is no way you're going to jerk off, but you do squeeze your pricklet a few times, teasing yourself ostensibly to settle down.<</if>> Eventually, sleep claims you... [[Continue.|mombeach4]] <<set $corruption += 1>>

Your dreams are plagued by lewd encounters with Mom. Hazy and scattered, but in each one you find yourself painfully unable to act on your desires. As if something has you caged up. <<if $playerStamina <= 70>> When your bleary eyes clear, you realize you feel a bit sticky and wet. Your heart sinks, you didn't, did you? It's with a ginger touch that you lift the sheet and look down at your $underwear, finding it flooded with semen. You jizzed yourself in your sleep. The culprit is clear, considering your Mom's knee is brushing against your groin a little. <<mom>>With a yawn, Mom wakes up too. "Good morning, did you sleep okay?"<</mom>> She gives you a concerned expression, feeling that same wetness on her knee. She lifts the sheet entirely before you can stop her. <<mom>>"Aww, sweetness. Did you have a wet dream? Sorry! I should have realized you still make stickies in your sleep. It's okay. Just get cleaned up and we'll get ready for the day."<</mom>><<else>> <<mom>>With a yawn, Mom wakes up. "Good morning, did you sleep okay?"<</mom>> Her speaking and shifting stirs you, and you give her a bleary morning greeting. Mom hops to, urging you to rise and shine! You two have a big day ahead. <</if>> [[Continue.|mombeach5]]

Mom prepares a light breakfast while you help pack the bags for the day trip. Nothing serious or complex, but a few beach necesities are always good. Sun screen, towels both for laying on and drying off, and a few knick-knacks. <<if $playerTherapist >= 8>> <<mom>>"$name there is something kind of awkward I'd like to ask you. A favor."<</mom>> Your ears perk up and you listen, your eating slowing as you try to think on what she might ask. <<mom>>"There is a 'woman's only' portion of the beach for sunbathing and, stuff like that. I have always wanted to give it a try because it's exclusive. A lot less busy."<</mom>> You state the obvious, that you're a boy and wouldn't be allowed in. <<mom>>She clears her throat and looks shiftily to her side. "Ahem. Unless you'd like to try sneaking in? You could use one my old bathing suits."<</mom>> [[Absolutely not!|mombeach6b]] [[You could try.|mombeach6p]] <<else>> [[Time to get dressed.|mombeach6b]] <</if>>

<<if $playerTherapist >= 8>> She nods hurriedly and sighs, almost relieved the question was answered at all, regardless of your decision. <<mom>>"Sorry for asking! I should have known you'd not want to try something silly like that."<</mom>> You accept her apology and are quick to move the conversation forward. Mercifully, the tone shifts to excitement for the day once more. <</if>> The two of you split up to dress, you in your normal and very male swimming trunks, and she in her two-piece. She looks wonderful, but also like a Mom. Around her waist is a bit of a shawl to cover her more, but it's so thin you can see all her skin anyway. Her breasts are held loosely by thin string, the triangles making the cups working overtime to hold her tits. Atop her head, a big floppy sun hat, and sunglasses to go with it. Mom looks a little dorky, but also very cute. Her bubbly excitement lends a lot to that attractiveness you feel when looking at her. Just as planned, the two of you hit the road before the traffic has really gotten going, and the drive to the beach is smooth and slick. [[Continue.|mombeach7b]]

Mom is absolutely giddy with excitement, wiggling in her seat. <<mom>>"Oh my gosh, thank you so much! I have always wanted to try that part of the beach out, but it's so rude to go alone. And, well, really lonely too!"<</mom>> She clasps your wrist and pulls you away from breakfast. <<mom>>"Let's have you try on one of those bikinis, I bet it would fit you."<</mom>> <<if $chastity is false>>You ask her what will keep your cock and balls hidden if you're in panties and she snorts a laugh. <<mom>>"Aww sweetie, your little woodie? It'll be plenty hidden!"<</mom>> A tingle of appreciation makes that 'little' thing twitch.<</if>> She rifles through the closet for a suspiciously short amount of time and you wonder if she pre-prepared these. Out comes a few pairs of her old swimsuits, they're colorful and girly. She tries one after the other on you by eye until she gets to a very old one, a smaller size more fitting your boyish figure. It's a light orange color, with white floral print on it. Very Hawaiian, very feminine. Mom prompts you to put them on and, it's hard to say no to how excited she is. Besides, this is a little fun, isn't it? Your toes curl as you slip on the bikini bottom and pull it up around your <<if $chastity is false>>junk.<<else>>cage.<</if>> She stands behind you with the bra in her hand, looking you over in the full-length mirror in her room. <<mom>>"Wow, you have your mother's hips!" She says with a snicker.<</mom>> She gives your ass a pat, reassuringly. And then a squeeze after. <<mom>>"I really filled out after I had you so, don't expect to get a big bottom like me any time soon. Not that a boy would want something like that anyway, right?"<</mom>> You can only flutter your eyes at her with the whimsical feeling of her words settling into your psyche. She drapes the bra across your chest and pulls it tight to your back, tying it off. <<mom>>"Hmph, have to tie it a little extra tight because, well, no boobies! But it'll do."<</mom>> Looking at yourself in the mirror, your fair skin covered by the orange and daisy pattern, you feel a bit shy. But it doesn't look too out of place. The most ill-fitting part is your shortly cropped hair. Mom notices that too, and brushes it down a bit, making your bangs look longer than normal. For the cherry on top, she finds a girly pin and snaps it to your hair. You look like a very under-endowed girl now. Instead of just being an under-endowed boy. <<mom>>"Perfect! Oh, but, if anyone asks, we need a special codename for you!"<</mom>> You ask her what the hell she means. <<mom>>"A girl's name. What, am I supposed to have Jane Doe as a daughter?" Her eyebrows perk in thought. "What about Jane?"<</mom>> [[Continue.|mombeach7p]] <<set $mall to true>>

Despite your early start, parking is already a bit stuffy, and there are plenty of people there ready to dip into the ocean or turn into crisp pieces of human bacon. It's hard to feel shy at all with Mom so exuberant about the whole thing. She was looking forward to this more than she let on! Already, she's eyeing up the shops on the boardwalk to see where the two of you might share lunch. But before that, it's time to be cover in sea spray. The pair of you select a nice nesting spot close to the shore, and share a few dips in the water. [img[setup.img + 'mombeach.png']] The sun is shining and warm, tingling your skin and bristling it with goosebumps from just how pleasantly vibrant it feels. So, when you dunk yourself into the salt of the ocean, your entire form is covered in sedating, cool water. The saline grit of the sea, and the smell of the ocean air, really reduce your stress levels. <<if $chastity is true>>You're even surprised to find you hardly feel the cage weighing on you. It doesn't tug or chafe, and you're beyond thankful.<</if>> When lifting yourself up from the waves and brushing back your hair, you catch a sight that makes your guts twist in knots. Mom, also rising to a stand from having a swim, except lacking her top. You can't see them of course. Not one detail is made known to you, nothing. But that wide, vast black bar across her chest lets you know her tits are free and bare for everyone on the beach to see. Except you. You sputter and try to find your words, pointing at her. Eyes are quickly drawn to her motherly, probably heavenly chest (not that you'd know), and you finally call out to tell her. [img[setup.img + 'momwm.jpg']] Her skin falls flush immediately, and she looks around in a panic. With one hand, she covers her chest as best she can, doing such a poor job the censor still maintains the full bar. It's only good fortune that she has her bathing suit top tangled around her leg, which she hastily drapes over herself. She scurries from the water back to your nesting spot, beet red from cheeks to tummy with embarrassment. [[Continue.|mombeach8b]]

<<mom>>"I am so sorry, honey! That is just so... "<</mom>> She cuts herself off with a shake of her head. You give her a sympathetic look, hugging her and patting her shoulder, telling her it's alright. It happens. Mom immediately seems a lot less worried, her primary concern having shamed you rather than exposing herself. She ruffles your wet hair and gives you a peck on the cheek. <<mom>>With a very put-on sigh, she says, "I think I may hold off on another swim for a bit. Will you keep going?"<</mom>> Feeling a bit worn out and riled up yourself, you agree it's time to take a breather. <<mom>>"In that case, do you mind putting some sun tan lotion on me? I didn't do my back and shoulders very well, I don't want to risk a burn."<</mom>> She gives you a tilt of her head and a wink, but her voice carries no salacious intent, so the wink becomes a confusing signal. She collects and moves aside her hair, laying it across her chest and positioning herself face down on her towel. With the back of her hands as a pillow, she rests her cheek on them, and waits for you to do your thing. You take a moment to admire her form, laid out like this. Her pale skin glitters with the droplets of water still on her, her plump ass looking especially big when laid out like this. You draw in a few nervous breaths, wondering if this is a good idea. Popping a boner, or worse, wouldn't exactly be the best follow-up to her little peep show. The sunscreen is right where you packed it, and popping open the cap with a click confirms to Mom that you're committed to the task. <<mom>>"Thanks, honey!"<</mom>> The width of her butt draws your eye, even as you prepare your hands to rub the lotion into her back and shoulders. She makes soft, pleasant coos as you massage over her form. The tender cushiness of her skin slides underneath your lotion-lubed fingers. Not much muscle here, but rather a healthy level of motherly pudge. As you lean into her, and really begin kneading her form, you feel a heat grow between your legs. Arousal, of course... <<if $playerStamina <= 60>>The heat gets worse and worse as you continue to explore the touch of your mother's back and shoulders. Your hands drifting lower and lower to her butt, and the ocean-damp panties that cling skin-tight to her form. With a minute panic, you snap from your daydreaming and realize how hard you're twitching. Kneeling there along your Mom's side, prick concealed in your <<if $chastity is false>>swim trunks<</if>><<if $chastity is true>>cage<</if>>. That feeling of an impending orgasm grips you, flashbacks to all your foolish nurse training come flooding to you! [[Try to hold off.|mombeach8bres]] [[Let it happen.|mombeach8bfail]] <<else>> [[Continue.|mombeach8bsta]] <</if>>

<<if $playerStamina >= 49>> You clench and white knuckle your hands. Baseball, sand, you hate sand. Anything but your Mom's ass is what you focus on and... With a bit of luck and breathing, you're able to entirely dismiss that rising need to jizz. You're impressed with yourself, and a bit hopeful. Maybe you could do that more in the future? <<else>> You clench and white knuckle your hands. Baseball, sand, you hate sand. Anything but your Mom's ass is what you focus on and... You begin jizzing in your pants. With a whimper of defeat, it dawns on you just how ruined your stamina is. Consternation falls on your brow, the half-ruined, half-ecstatic feeling of that uncontrollable premature orgasm wracks your body as you look down at your lap. There is nothing to see, but you can feel it. The spurts of seed against fabric. It's become a familiar accident now, hasn't it? A shudder strikes you as the pleasure fades and worry sets in. Is this your new normal? <<mom>>"You okay?" She asks, noticing how you're gripping her lower back, and how you've stopped.<</mom>> You give Mom a breathless excuse and hurriedly wrap up your task. A quick dip in the water is enough to rinse away your excitement, and when you return, it's time for lunch. <</if>> [[Continue.|mombeach9b]]

You exhale and relax, there is no stopping this. A part of you knows giving into urges like this will only worsen your condition, but when that thought hits it's the final nudge you need. With a flutter on your eyelids and a tingle across your body, you begin inseminating your swim trunks while ogling your Mom's ass. <<mom>>"You okay?" She asks, noticing how you're gripping her lower back, and how you've stopped.<</mom>> The half-ruined, half-ecstatic feeling of that uncontrollable premature orgasm makes your entire body swelter with pleasure. Just as fast as it comes, it fades, leaving you with a sticky stain between your legs. Thankfully obscured by all you're wearing. You give Mom a breathless excuse and hurriedly wrap up your task. A quick dip in the water is enough to rinse away your excitement, and when you return, it's time for lunch. [[Continue.|mombeach9b]] <<set $playerStamina -= 5>>

Dry and slightly sunbaked, you and Mom take a soujorn to the boardwalk. A new and appealing outdoor bartop lets you eat while still enjoying the fresh air and view of the ocean. Sitting on the stools is a lot more appealing than a booth or table, considering your clothes. The less swimwear to seat contact the better. Mom picked great! The food is splendid. The burger you get is juicy and the veggies on it are pleasantly fresh. Not a hint of sog in any fry. And the shake comes with a big metal cup alongside it for seconds. As she pays the bill, you excuse yourself to drain the snake quickly. But, when you return, you find Mom surrounded by three young men. [[Interrupt them, get her the hell out of there.|mombeach10bexit]] [[Hang back and observe a second.|mombeach11b]]

Thankfully, it's not a worry at the moment, and you complete your task without succumbing to any baser urges. Enjoyable as the experience is, you restrain yourself. A quick dip in the water is enough to relax your risen excitement, and when you return, it's time for lunch. [[Continue.|mombeach9b]]

You straighten out your back and storm over, no way you're letting these weird vultures anywhere near your Mom. Seeing your approach really takes the wind out of their sails, and they give Mom some half-hearted words to excuse their approach. <<mom>>"Huh, that was weird. Did you know those boys?"<</mom>> You squint at them, no probably not. <<mom>>"Oh well, boys being boys. Ready to go, honey?"<</mom>> You nod your head, satisfied with your splendid day at the beach. Worn out from all your activities, sleep claims you as a victim nearly the instant you return home. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $momStat += 25>>

You withdraw a little, concealing yourself and trying to listen in. Your heart sinks though, when you realize two of those three boys are from your school. The third must be some outside friend or maybe a family member, but there is no way in hell you can make yourself known now. Mom smiles and looks bashful, turning herself on the stool to speak with them. They glower at her hungrily, quite obviously staring at her ample bosom, but whatever line of compliments they're feeding her is keeping her distracted. She looks quite flattered by their advances, and you can't hear what she's saying, but you can hear the joy in her tone as she speaks. And you can hear the lust in theirs when they laugh. One of them, daringly, goes to cop a feel of her tit. Openly, brazenly, reaching over and cupping the underside of her breast in his hand. The act is so audacious it catches Mom off guard. She takes his wrist and admonishes him, nudging him away. But there is something half-hearted about it. She looks around, nearly spotting you hiding, and stands from the stool. Her, and the three boys, walk off. Your heart leaps to your throat, a vile mix of arousal and panic twisting your whole form in a bundle. Trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible, you follow near them, seeing where they go. [[Continue.|mombeach12b]]

Mom is clearly looking out for you, but you stay out of her vision. Her and the three boys enter one of the private rinsing showers. The moisture drains from your mouth as the adrenaline really begins pumping, and the stiffness between your legs grows ever more potent. There is no way to play it safe, so you take the risk, and peek through the crack in the stall walls. What you see, or rather don't see, makes you moan softly. Your Mom, with her top, flipped up, allowing these three guys to get fistfuls of her tits. Their hands hungrily run themselves all over the same body you just lotioned up. The joyful, almost innocent expression on her face is twinged with a sort of lust you haven't seen in her before. Thick black bars hide even the most remote details of her tits, but those three boys get to grope, grab, fondle and see them entirely nude. It makes your entire body feel small and shrunken with a humiliating defeatedness. And the best coping mechanism for such is immense pleasure. Now you can hear them plenty fine. <<mom>>"Careful, don't pinc—aha!"<</mom>> One of the boys defies her request, pinching her nipples and tugging her tits. They laugh with a low, growling lust in their voices that makes you both jealous and intimidated. The erections they plainly sport in their trunks set yours to shame, even when constricted by the clothing. [img[setup.img + 'momgrope.png']] Mom looks down at them, and for a moment, as their hands descend on her bikini bottom, you wonder if she intends to do more. But she shakes her head and collects herself. <<mom>>"T-that's enough, really. Ahem, just keep this as a happy memory, okay?" She says, clearly flustered.<</mom>> She replaces her top over her chest, and brushes past them. You swear she is grinding her thighs together harder, trying to stimulate herself as she walks away. The boys are clearly disappointed, but they let her go. You scurry back to the bar's counter before her and try to play it cool, but you can feel how burdened with a blush your cheeks are. Mom comes back a moment or two after you, looking a bit cooled off compared to when you last saw her. <<mom>>"Oh, hi, sweetie. I uh, just went to the lady's room quickly. Were you waiting long?"<</mom>> You shake your head no, the tip of your tongue on the verge of waggling and fessing up to what you saw. On the drive home, Mom makes a comment that sets you quiet. Her off-hand and casual tone paints it as just a random thought, but to you it feels like a hammer and chisel knocking a mark into the marble of your mind. <<mom>>"Some boys your age are bigger than you, huh?"<</mom>> Height, cock size, ego. It could mean anything, and it meant everything. With all the day's pleasant memories set to stone in your mind, the two of you ready to make your way home. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $momStat += 25>> <<set $corruption += 25>>

What is your girly codename? <<textbox "$codename" "Jane">> <<set $codename = $codename.trim()>> [[Continue.|mombeach8p]]

$codename it is! The name makes your cheeks warm, and you feel especially flustered. <<mom>>"Alright, $codename. Go get some clothes on top of what you're wearing now, girls don't just strut around in their bathing suits like that!"<</mom>> The two of you split up to dress, you conceal yourself in a few normal bits of clothing, and she in her two-piece. She looks wonderful, but also like a Mom. Around her waist is a bit of a shawl to cover her more, but it's so thin you can see all her skin anyway. Her breasts are held loosely by thin string, the triangles making the cups working overtime to hold her tits. Atop her head, a big floppy sun hat, and sunglasses to go with it. Mom looks a little dorky, but also very cute. Her bubbly excitement lends a lot to that attractiveness you feel when looking at her. Next to her, you feel a bit silly. The short and shorts concealing your bikini make you look like her teen daughter who is shy about her body. Which is closer to the truth than you'd like. If anything, it sells the masquerade more. Just as planned, the two of you hit the road before the traffic has really gotten going, and the drive to the beach is smooth and slick. [[Continue.|mombeach9p]]

Despite your early start, parking is already a bit stuffy, and there are plenty of people there ready to dip into the ocean or turn into crisp pieces of human bacon. It's hard to feel shy at all with Mom so exuberant about the whole thing. She was looking forward to this more than she let on! Already, she's eyeing up the shops on the boardwalk to see where the two of you might share lunch. But before that, it's time to be covered in sea spray. The pair of you park close to the 'closed off' portion of the beach, and find yourselves waiting in a line. For a moment you wonder why she'd even want to go to this section of beach if it'd be so busy, but look past the wooden fencing, you see vast swathes of unused beach and nothing but women. As those wooden fences get closer, and the ticket booth readies to accept you and Mom, you feel very nervous. Will the ruse work? Can you actually fool the guard? There is no charge to enter, but the security guard does wave everyone through. <<mom>>"Just me, oh and my daughter, $codename, heh." Mom smiles warmly at the guard.<</mom>> Under the guard's baseball cap, her pair of reflective aviators show you your own meek face. The mirrors, despite showing nothing but a reflection, feel like they're staring into your soul. <<generic>>"You look nervous." She lowers her glasses, and her scowling frown softens up. "Don't be! No one is going to judge you. It's just us girls. Enjoy yourself, okay?"<</generic>> She pats your shoulder, and waves you and Mom in, already looking to the trio behind you to approve them. You sigh with relief, and Mom chuckles warmly. <<mom>>"You did great!"<</mom>> [[Continue.|mombeach10p]]

You and her find a nice spot to nestle up with your towels. On all ends of you, the chipper talk of women and girls makes your ears prick up. There is nothing but the fairer sex here, penned off by a decently tall privacy fence. It's only by the twitch of black bars and pixels do you realize some women in the distance are sunbathing topless. And bottomless. It makes your lip tremble with want. Mom suggests a dip in the water, and you're eager for a cool splash on your skin. Removing your concealing clothes, shyness makes you hunch over slightly until Mom pats your back and encourages you that you're fine. [img[setup.img + 'mombeach.png']] The sun is shining and warm, tingling your skin and bristling it with goosebumps from just how pleasantly vibrant it feels. So, when you dunk yourself into the salt of the ocean, your entire form is covered in sedating, cool water. The saline grit of the sea, and the smell of the ocean air, really reduce your stress levels. <<if $chastity is true>>You're even surprised to find you hardly feel the cage weighing on you. It doesn't tug or chafe, and you're beyond thankful.<</if>> <<if $tribute >= 500>> When lifting yourself up from the waves and brushing back your hair, you catch a sight that makes your guts twist in knots. On the beach, walking toward the water herself, $bullygf. Why here and why now? You find yourself so awestruck by your poor luck that you don't look away when she catches your eye. And the sourest, most evil grin carves itself across her face. Her bleached blonde hair is slick with seawater. She looks amazing in her fittingly hot pink swimsuit. Her toned and athletic body looks delicious. And your brain is fuzzy with all the experiences the two of you have shared. But $bullygf doesn't approach you, she just goes into the water. You and Mom return to your towels, and while you try to pay attention to what she's saying about how lovely the water is, you find yourself watching the horizon for predators. Namely, $bullygf. <<gyaru>>"Hey, $name."<</gyaru>> The sun is shaded by a presence, and behind you, there she is... $bullygf. <<mom>>"Ahem, who are you?"<</mom>> <<gyaru>>"Hey, $name's mom."<</gyaru>> [img[setup.img + 'gyarubeach.png']] <<mom>>"Aha, I think you have us mistaken! This is my daughter, $codename." Mom adds, the slightest treble of nerves in her voice, but she puts on a pretty good lying voice for being so plainly called out.<</mom>> $bullygf kneels, getting close to the two of you and speaking quietly. <<gyaru>>"It's alright, I know it's him. I won't tell. $codename, huh? Cute. Fits you."<</gyaru>> <<mom>>"Are you friends with my suhhh... daughter?"<</mom>> $bullygf nods. Your eyes widen, it's like the collision of worlds. Not once had you ever expected your Mom to ever meet your findom school bully. But here she was, smiling and getting along like it's nothing at all. <<gyaru>>"I'm $bullygf. Has he never mentioned me?"<</gyaru>> Your Mom shakes her head no, looking to you. If shellshock didn't have you in its grips you'd be reacting more potently. <<gyaru>>"Me and $codename are good friends. We hang out at lunch all the time. This doesn't surprise me one bit. Just happy to see 'she' is accepting herself."<</gyaru>> <<generic>>"$bullygf, who the fuck is that?" An aged, croaking voice calls out.<</generic>> In the distance, past $bullygf, you see her mom. Old, exceptionally sun-tanned, and smoking a cigarette, she looks like you'd expect her. Except for being far saggier and wrinklier. And a lot more angry, if that was even possible. Her bathing suit is a garish and small cheetah print. <<gyaru>>"It's a friend from school!" She calls back, then whispers, "That's my mom. Real nice lady," she snorts and rolls her eyes.<</gyaru>> <<generic>>"Get your skinny ass back here, I lost my lighter."<</generic>> <<gyaru>>"Listen, I'll see you at school tomorrow, right, $codename?"<</gyaru>> She leaves with a 'toodles' and a flutter of her long nails. <<gyaru>>"I'm coming! Relax yourself!"<</gyaru>> <<set $blackmail2 to true>> [[Continue.|mombeach11p]] <<else>> [[Continue.|mombeach11p]] <</if>>

You're in the middle of chatting with your Mom about school when a volleyball donks her sunhat right off her. The ball lands in your lap, and up runs what you can only describe as a woman from the Amazon. She is tall and slender, with a regal and lithe figure cut with muscle. Her butt is tight and perky, plump but not too big. A pair of boyshorts ride up her cheeks and she off-handedly peels them back down as she runs over. Her big brown eyes are disarmingly enchanting, and her skin is flush with a wonderful swarthy and suntanned tone. Shaggy and short black hair complete her very tomboy look. When she arrives she takes a second to collect her breath. <<nina>>"I am so sorry, I really screwed up my serve."<</nina>> [img[setup.img + 'ninabeach.jpg']] <<mom>>Your Mom pats her head. "Oh it's really nothing. More of a surprise than a cause of any pain."<</mom>> The woman sighs with relief. <<nina>>"Gosh, sorry again," she leans down, holding her knees and panting. Her entire form is speckled with delicious girl-sweat.<</nina>> <<mom>>"It's really nothing."<</mom>> You offer up the woman her ball back with a polite smile, happy to see your Mom didn't get bonked too hard. <<nina>>"When I saw you I got really distracted," she adds with a chuckle, nudging the ball under her arm to hold it.<</nina>> <<mom>>"Oh, my. Me?"<</mom>> The volleyballer nods, brushing her hair back and continuing to breathe with the labor of exertion. <<nina>>"Not every day you see such a beautiful woman."<</nina>> Mom chuckles and covers her mouth, surprised she's being flirted with. <<nina>>"Is this your daughter?"<</nina>> <<mom>>Mom nods, "Yes, this is $codename."<</mom>> <<nina>>"Nice to meet you, I am Nina."<</nina>> She puts her hand out to shake yours, and her grip is impressive. She gives you a strange look that makes you wonder if she knows your secret. Nina peels her eyes off you and looks back at your Mom with genuine wonderment. <<nina>>"Well, sorry for hitting o—, hitting your Mom. Enjoy your day now."<</nina>> <<generic>>"Oy! Nina! You done chatting up that cougar?" One of the waiting volleyballers asks.<</generic>> Nina facepalms and stands up straight, not warranting her friend's tease with a reply. <<mom>>"That was strange. What a nice young woman. Don't you think she was pretty? Maybe she's single." <</mom>> Mom raises her eyebrows and speaks with an inflection implying 'you', would be her type, seemingly ignoring that the tomboy was clearly hitting on her. [[Continue.|mombeach12p]]

Dry and slightly sunbaked, you and Mom take a sojourn to the boardwalk. It's a little strange to be in such a public setting in a girl's bikini, but a lot easier than you'd perhaps like to admit with a shirt on. The shirt covers your 'bra' and torso, of course, but also some of your panties. It makes the whole thing a lot more endurable, and less heart-wrenching. A new and appealing outdoor bartop lets you eat while still enjoying the fresh air and view of the ocean. Sitting on the stools is a lot more appealing than a booth or table, considering your clothes. The less swimwear to seat contact the better. Mom picked great! The food is splendid. The burger you get is juicy and the veggies on it are pleasantly fresh. Not a hint of sog in any fry. And the shake comes with a big metal cup alongside it for seconds. As she pays the bill, you excuse yourself to drain the snake quickly. But, when you return, you find Mom speaking with Nina. [[Interrupt them.|mombeach13pexit]] [[Observe.|mombeach13p]]

You withdraw a little, concealing yourself and trying to listen in. You can hear Nina speaking loudly and confidently, but not her words in particular. Mom smiles and looks bashful, turning herself on the stool to speak with them. Nina glowers at her hungrily, quite obviously staring at her ample bosom, but whatever line of compliments she's feeding Mom is keeping her distracted. She looks quite flattered by her advances, and you can't hear what she's saying, but you can hear the joy in her tone as she speaks. And you can hear the lust in theirs when they laugh. You suppose that Nina is being more brazen now that you're out of the picture. Nina leans close, her short black hair, and tanned form glistening in the sun. She whispers something to your Mom that makes her back straighten up and chest puff out. She looks around, nearly spotting you hiding, and stands from the stool. Her, and the volleyballer, walk off. Your heart leaps to your throat, a vile mix of arousal and panic twisting your whole form in a bundle. Trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible, you follow near them, seeing where they go. [[Continue.|mombeach14p]]

You straighten out your back and storm over, no way you're letting this giant Amazon anywhere near your Mom. Seeing your approach really takes the wind out of her sails, and she gives Mom some half-hearted words to excuse their approach. <<mom>>"Huh, that was weird. Would you believe it, she wanted my number so she could pay for my hat."<</mom>> Mom taps the big floppy thing resting on her handbag, completely unharmed. Probably a very lame excuse to get her number. <<mom>>"Oh well, some people are just really generous. Ready to go, honey?"<</mom>> You nod your head, satisfied with your splendid day at the beach. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $momStat += 25>>

Mom is clearly looking out for you, but you stay out of her vision. She and the tomboy enter one of the private rinsing showers. The moisture drains from your mouth as the adrenaline really begins pumping, and the stiffness between your legs grows ever more potent. There is no way to play it safe, so you take the risk, and peek through the crack in the stall walls. What you see, or rather don't see, makes you moan softly. Nina, groping and cupping your Mom's tits like a pair of balls to be bounced around. The tomboy looks absolutely enamored with what she sees, but you have no clue what could be causing such a reaction. After all, you see nothing but black bars. The two women share impassioned, quiet looks. Their breathing becomes accelerated and erratic. Nina takes a chance at pinching your Mom's nipples, pulling them down. Mom howls a moan that is obvious and loud, and she slaps closed her mouth with a hand. The two of them shiftily look around and listen, wondering if anyone heard. You hide yourself more, listening closer to them and chuckle with relief in a whispered manner. When you look back, Nina is biting on your Mom's ear, whispering some words to her you would kill to hear. Your Mom's face goes from confusion to curiosity, and you can only watch whatever her request was play out. Nina stands up straight and puts her hands behind her head. She highlights her smaller chest to Mom, still concealed by her sports binder. You wonder for a second, as Mom leans in, if she'll pull that compressor over Nina's head. But as Mom sticks her tongue out, you realize what she's actually doing. It's almost an out-of-body experience, and deeply erotic, to watch your mother lick the sweat off this girl's abs. [img[setup.img + 'ninapits.png']] Her eyes flutter in pleasure, clearly aroused by the act despite her ginger approach to it. Nina likewise shivers, and you can see her abdomen flex and tighten as she pants, adoring your mother's tongue across her skin. The older woman, your Mom, rolls her tongue up from Nina's belly button to the edge of her bra before stopping. And then, turns her attention elsewhere. Nina gives her a look of great and uncertain anticipation. You understand why. You would have never expected your Mom to do what she does. You'd not have bet all your money on it. She drags her tongue across the perspiration-wet short stubble of Nina's armpit. The way the tomboy hums, you'd think her pussy just got kissed. She closes her eyes a second to appreciate the mature woman's tongue on her underarm before looking back down, desperate to watch this unfold. The look on your Mom's face is bizarrely enthralled. The slight wince of her eyes and the twitch on her tongue tells you she's never done this before, but she seems to love it. Mom swallows and pulls her head back, and Nina looks incredibly disappointed, wanting more. You can only just hear what she says. <<mom>>"... get back to my daughter."<</mom>> Nina nods reluctantly and lets Mom leave. She replaces her top over her chest, and brushes past her. You swear she is grinding her thighs together harder, trying to stimulate herself as she walks away. You scurry back to the bar's counter before her and try to play it cool, but you can feel how burdened with a blush your cheeks are. Mom comes back a moment or two after you, looking a bit cooled off compared to when you last saw her. <<mom>>"Oh, hi, sweetie. I uh, just went to the lady's room quickly. Were you waiting long?"<</mom>> You shake your head no, the tip of your tongue on the verge of waggling and fessing up to what you saw. With all the day's pleasant memories set to stone in your mind, the two of you ready to make your way home. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $momStat += 25>> <<set $corruption += 25>>

<<gf>>"Do you know what chastity is? For guys I mean."<</gf>> You apprehensively ask her to clarify. <<gf>>"Some guys put locks on their dicks to stop them from having sex or getting hard."<</gf>> Yeah, you know about that stuff. <<gf>>"I think that's kind of cool, in a way. A girl having so much control over her boyfriend's penis. That's so empowering, honestly. I think it would probably look cute on you."<</gf>> Hearing her talk about this still seems so out of character, but so thrilling all the same. There is a strange sense of the table-turning, losing your place as the man between the two of you. But it's a feeling you can't deny the wonder of. <<gf>>"Do you think you'd ever wear something like that for me?"<</gf>> <<if $chastity is true>> [[You would, and you are right now.|rel8chas]] <</if>> <<if $chastity is false>> [[You would, but you don't have a cage.|rel8chasn]] <</if>> [[You aren't so sure about that.|rel8dec]]

<<gf>>"Are you really locked up right now?"<</gf>> You tell her you are, and she asks for proof. She's quite insistent, and just how enthused she is about it sways your hand. With the giddiness of shared lewdness bubbling between you, you take a picture of the cage around your genitals. $gfname goes silent for awhile, but when she returns it's nothing but a slew of jibberish. <<gf>>"Gbfhhfhfhhffkkkfj, you look so hot! I love it. Do you have the keys?"<</gf>> You admit you don't have them with you this very second. Thankfully she doesn't inquire further. <<gf>>"Okay."<</gf>> <<if $cuck is true>> [[Continue.|rel8chasntr]] <<else>> [[Continue.|rel8chasnm]] <</if>>

<<gf>>"Aww, it would be so cute. Heh. Maybe I'll mail you one some time."<</gf>> You tell her not to worry about buying you gifts like that, you can afford them. <<gf>>"Yeah, but when you buy the cage you get the keys too right?"<</gf>> That sounds right, at least you think so. <<gf>>"Then that kind of defeats the point if you buy it?"<</gf>> You ask her to explain, but she only gives you a cryptic answer. <<gf>>"Don't worry about it."<</gf>> Maybe next time you should speak to her with a cage on. [[Continue.|sleep]]

<<gf>>"Aww. But it'd be so cute! Oh well. Maybe I'll just put it on you when you're sleeping."<</gf>> The very notion makes your heart race. <<gf>>"Think of it this way, we meet up, I lock you up when you fall asleep, and you can get unlocked when we next meet up!"<</gf>> Before you can interject with further protest as to the control of your cock being entirely in her hands, the discussion shifts, and the night progress. Video games and memes abound. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $playerGF to 9>>

And that is all she says. You send her another ping a while later, but nothing. Awkward. You feel a little shy and disappointed the mood was quickly cut short. Maybe her family knocked on her door. It is dinner time. Then you see her log onto Windcraft. Okay? You don't message her, and you don't whisper her, but you do log one of your rogues. It is weird enough she's not hiding offline like she normally does, and weirder still that she isn't answering your messages. Using the roleplaying map scanner you track her down. She's playing an elf you only leveled with her a few times. It's a druid she ended up not liking the play style of but had an awesome mog. The long and light purple ears and cute, perfect face of the forest elves in Windcraft have been a video game sex symbol for decades now. It was only enhanced by the revealing costume $gfname had put her toon in. Abdomen exposed, thighs bare, breasts barely contained by a cloth bandeau. It was as slutty as she can make it. After all, you and her mostly had side characters for ERP ideas. So why was she logged on? Stealthed and invisible you find her and a 'friend' deep in the forest, leaning against a tree. The friend posed to loom over her smaller elf. [[... the friend is an oddly feminine high elf.|rel8he]] [[... the friend is a human paladin.|rel8bs]] <<if $playerQueen > 1>> [[... the friend is a human with dark skin.|rel8qs]] <</if>>

Adrenaline seems to slow time, and those two are just staring at each other. Uncertainty alone keeps you from interrupting them. You just need to make sure of what they are doing. But as the seconds tick by, you wonder if they're RPing, or more likely ERPing through whispers. That theory is instantly dissuaded by a set of beeps signaling an emote. <<generic>>Archmage Riverwhisper: River has to really climb atop her to dick her, forcing her down into doggy position so his balls can slap against her clit. His cock is huge for his short size, and in direct contrast to his makeup-adorned and feminine face. His smug and thin glance burrows into her while he plunders her forest-elf pussy with his majestic high elven totem.<</generic>> <<gf>>Elowein: "Ahh— no! My husband, he is just in the grove nearby, shh, stop!" Elowein's complaining seems very weak, and River can feel her squeeze on his penis with her elf-snatch tightly. That doesn't seem like she wants him to stop. She begins moaning loudly too, the two of them making wet fucking sounds as they secretly bone in the woods. "Gods, fhhh, how do you have such a fat dick?"<</gf>> It's surreal. Was this him? This was the friend? And here she was, having asked if you were in chastity just to go ERP right under your nose? But she is hardly hiding it! She went online even. Did she want you to catch her? <<generic>>Archmage Riverwhisper: "Oh, is your husband near? He can kiss my ass then! I've always wanted to feel my backside worshipped while I claim another man's wife." River didn't stop his unrelenting fucking of Elowein, making use of her box like his toy, pulling on her ears for a grip and treating the druid-queen like nothing more than a nightwalker. "Your pussy is but a toilet for my cum, understand, tree-fucker?"<</generic>> The mention of cum makes you look down in your lap, realizing just how badly you want to jerk off to their ERP. The feeling of being cucked, even through this play-pretend proxy, makes you dizzy with arousal. It's a swirling whirlwind of deep and despicable arousal and shame. A feeling of impotence strikes you as you imagine not your toon, and not her toon. But you and her, in these positions. Your girlfriend getting fucked deeply, while you spy on her, caged up and needy. Another man getting to use her pussy like his toy while enjoy the censored scraps of their dirty fucking. You sit in reserved, silent arousal, as you grip at your cage and screenshot each and every emote. Even though part of you hates it, a bigger part realizes you'll want to jerk off to this again later. After a while, both of them emote their orgasms, the high elf busting unprotected in the druid-queen's cheating pussy. They log off. And a little while after, you do too. Just to find a message from $gfname on your computer. <<gf>>"Oh hey, sorry I forgot to reply."<</gf>> You aren't sure what to say, what to ask her, if you should say what you saw. It was so obvious, she had to know you knew, right? Or did she do that for the thrill of getting caught, but hoping you wouldn't notice? So many ideas. [[Continue.|rel8fin]] <<set $bull to 3>>

Adrenaline seems to slow time, and those two are just staring at each other. Uncertainty alone keeps you from interrupting them. You just need to make sure of what they are doing. But as the seconds tick by, you wonder if they're RPing, or more likely ERPing through whispers. That theory is instantly dissuaded by a set of beeps signaling an emote. <<generic>>Sir Varze: Amik grasps Elowein's leg and presses his cock deep into her pussy. His expression is smug and focused as he plunges his human shaft into her elven depths, fucking her against those trees she loved so much. He presses his body to her as forcefully as he can, rattling his armor as he gets her leg along his shoulder.<</generic>> <<gf>>Elowein: "Ahh— Amik, no! My husband, he is just in the grove nearby, shh, stop!" Elowein's complaining seems very weak, and Varze can feel her squeeze on his penis with her elf-pussy tightly. That doesn't seem like she wants him to stop. She begins moaning loudly too, the two of them making wet fucking sounds as they secretly bone in the woods.<</gf>> It's surreal. Was this him? This was the friend? And here she was, having asked if you were in chastity just to go ERP right under your nose? But she is hardly hiding it! She went online even. Did she want you to catch her? <<generic>>Sir Varze: Amik laughs and clutches Elowein's throat with his gauntlet. "I care not for the whimpers of elven pansies, your men are nothing but servants to my kind. And elven women were made to bear human children. Let him watch, he may shoot his seed on the dirt while I inseminate your royal womb."<</generic>> The suggestion makes you look down in your lap, realizing just how badly you want to jerk off to their ERP. The feeling of being cucked, even through this play-pretend proxy, makes you dizzy with arousal. It's a swirling whirlwind of deep and despicable arousal and shame. A feeling of impotence strikes you as you imagine not your toon, and not her toon. But you and her, in these positions. Your girlfriend getting fucked deeply, while you spy on her, caged up and needy. Another man getting to use her pussy like his toy while enjoy the censored scraps of their dirty fucking. You sit in reserved, silent arousal, as you grip at your cage and screenshot each and every emote. Even though part of you hates it, a bigger part realizes you'll want to jerk off to this again later. After a while, both of them emote their orgasms, the human busting unprotected in the druid-queen's cheating pussy. They log off. And a little while after, you do too. Just to find a message from $gfname on your computer. <<gf>>"Oh hey, sorry I forgot to reply."<</gf>> You aren't sure what to say, what to ask her, if you should say what you saw. It was so obvious, she had to know you knew, right? Or did she do that for the thrill of getting caught, but hoping you wouldn't notice? So many ideas. [[Continue.|rel8fin]] <<set $bull to 1>>

Adrenaline seems to slow time, and those two are just staring at each other. Uncertainty alone keeps you from interrupting them. You just need to make sure of what they are doing. But as the seconds tick by, you wonder if they're RPing, or more likely ERPing through whispers. That theory is instantly dissuaded by a set of beeps signaling an emote. <<generic>>Ebonyhorn: "Bear druids are bigger in every way, lady Elowein, you know this." Ebonyhorn brushes his dark black cock against her soft elven pussy, parting her labia with his ebony glans and sliding his dark shaft deep into her snatch. His black mamba reaches deeper than any man she's felt before, threatening her cervix with his prick.<</generic>> <<gf>>Elowein: "Ahh— no! My husband, he is just in the grove nearby, shh, stop!" Elowein's complaining seems very weak, and Ebony can feel her squeeze on his penis with her elf-pussy tightly. That doesn't seem like she wants him to stop. She begins moaning loudly too, the two of them making wet fucking sounds as they secretly bone in the woods. "Gods, fhhh, black cock just hits so much deeper than elven dicks."<</gf>> It's surreal. Was this him? This was the friend? And here she was, having asked if you were in chastity just to go ERP right under your nose? But she is hardly hiding it! She went online even. Did she want you to catch her? <<generic>>Ebonyhorn: Ebonyhorn rips her panties from her, annoyed with them just being pulled to the side. With his left hand, he sears a painless magical brand to her mons, marking her forever as a slut for BBC. A black spade appears north of her clit and when it does, it makes her entire form tingle with the degradation of being sullied in such a way. She won't be able to hide that she is a snowbunny now.<</generic>> <<gf>>Elowein: Elowein moans to the canopy above as she feels her skin marked with his tattoo. The shame and sexiness of being made into his whore causes her to cum on his dick, squirting hard against his dark penis. His black dick gets to feel her pale elven pussy quiver and milk his whole cock while she cums.<</gf>> The mention of orgasm makes you look down in your lap, realizing just how badly you want to jerk off to their ERP. The feeling of being cucked, even through this play-pretend proxy, makes you dizzy with arousal. It's a swirling whirlwind of deep and despicable arousal and shame. A feeling of impotence strikes you as you imagine not your toon, and not her toon. But you and her, in these positions. Your girlfriend getting fucked deeply, while you spy on her, caged up and needy. Another man getting to use her pussy like his toy while enjoy the censored scraps of their dirty fucking. You sit in reserved, silent arousal, as you grip at your cage and screenshot each and every emote. Even though part of you hates it, a bigger part realizes you'll want to jerk off to this again later. After a while, both of them emote their orgasms, the human busting unprotected in the druid-queen's cheating pussy. They log off. And a little while after, you do too. Just to find a message from $gfname on your computer. <<gf>>"Oh hey, sorry I forgot to reply."<</gf>> You aren't sure what to say, what to ask her, if you should say what you saw. It was so obvious, she had to know you knew, right? Or did she do that for the thrill of getting caught, but hoping you wouldn't notice? So many ideas. [[Continue.|rel8fin]] <<set $bull to 2>>

You turn your nose up at the girl and ignore her. She gives you a sour look, you get the sense striking up a conversation with her won't be possible in the future. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $playerQueen = 0>>

[[Don't admit what you saw.|rel8no]] [[Confront her.|rel8finc]]

You tell her you saw what she did in Windcraft with her friend. <<gf>>"Oh? Saw what? How do you feel?"<</gf>> [[It was hot.|rel8finh]] [[It was awful.|rel8finy]] [[Please, never do that again.|rel8finx]]

The ERP you saw her cuckold you with is kept a secret, and your conversation continues with mild tension for a while. After a time, you say your good nights and end the day you spent together with an undiffused tension. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $playerGF to 9>>

<<gf>>"Oh, good boy. Glad you liked it. I thought you'd have some cuck-rage or something."<</gf>> Her tone, even through text, is absolutely devilishly dominant. <<gf>>"I came really hard to that ERP by the way. I really like the way he writes his emotes."<</gf>> You ask her if he's better than you. <<gf>>"Hmm, like writing/emote wise? About the same. But it feels so much more realistic knowing he is packing a bigger dick than you! 😍"<</gf>> If you were any harder, you swear you'd break the metal of your cage. Instead, you're emasculated in your little dick prison. <<gf>>"I'm happy you weren't able to jerk off to that. It's kind of rude to jerk off while a better man is fucking. Oh! btw check this meme out..."<</gf>> Probably because of her recent orgasm, her desire to tease you wanes, but in your cage you are still amped with lewd energy. Talking to her for the rest of the evening is hard because of how horned up you are, but it is satisfying to know she enjoys teasing you. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $playerGF to 9>>

You admit to her it made you feel absolutely awful, you hated the gut-twisting feeling. Despite the humiliating arousal it compelled from you, you disliked seeing that. <<gf>>"Oh my god, I am so so so sorry. $name, I thought you'd like that! I thought you would find it hot."<</gf>> Her apologizing catches you off guard, and it continues. A flurry of quickly-paced messages fess up to her having planned that out with the hope she caught you and you'd enjoy it. <<gf>>"I promise I will never do something like that okay? I blocked that guy just now."<</gf>> She is so earnest in her apology, and you feel terrible seeing her in such distress. You have to admit you had been nudging her towards this behavior. She was just trying to make you happy, at least if she's to be believed. You accept her apology and she calms down. The rest of the night is spent decompressing and reconciling. ''The NTR route has been locked.'' [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $cuck to false>> <<set $playerGF to 9>>

And that is all she says. You send her another ping a while later, but nothing. Awkward. You feel a little shy and disappointed the mood was quickly cut short. Maybe her family knocked on her door. It is dinner time. And then your messenger begins ringing, asking you to approve a video call with her. You haven't done that ever with her, why now? Without a webcam installed, she'd get nothing but a blank screen. Which is fine you suppose, but this is so sudden! Kind of awkward. You answer her, and with a bubbly 'b-ring' of the call coming up, you're met with the fuzzy black of a hand-covered webcam. The loud thump-thrum of keyboard taka-taka being picked up by the shitty webcam mic proceeds her message. <<gf>>"Sorry I had to find my webcam."<</gf>> More thumping. <<gf>>"Do you have one? I forgot to ask lol."<</gf>> You do, you could get it. <<gf>>"I mean you don't have to but since you were locked up I wanted to show you something."<</gf>> The webcam shifts, her hand removed. It looks like a flare has gone off, the colors all blown out as the cheap lens auto-corrects to a brighter environment. But, before you can get a look at much of her or anything it's shoved between her legs. You gulp hard enough you almost choke once you realize the webcam is facing directly against your girlfriend's pussy. <<gf>>"$name, can you see it?"<</gf>> You confirm that you can in fact see it. Well, the black bar that is 'it'. The sight of that thick black censor bar removing the divine sight of your girlfriend's honeypot from you makes you want to bawl. What's worse is, her hands go down there, touching herself, revealing something to you. Thump-thump. <<gf>>"Pretty cool huh? Can you show me your cage?"<</gf>> Nervous, as ever, but how could you deny her request when you're getting this free show. You fumble around to find your own cam and point it at your cage. The two of you dorks must look very goofy, giving each other a little peep show like this. But, there is a certain innocent discovery and comfort in your shared awkwardness that makes it ll the more lewd. <<gf>>"Oh my god its twitching in there a lot. I bet you wanna jerk off super bad, huh?"<</gf>> Duh. <<gf>>"Sucks. Watch me jill off instead~!"<</gf>> You can't really do that either, but you appreciate the show until. KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK. Quick as a flash of lightning, the second there is knocking on her door, $gfname is scrambling. The webcam is knocked aside and you get to see a peek of her foot kicking it aside. She disconnects the call. A while later, she apologizes again. <<gf>>"Sorry, lol. I hope you aren't mad. My dad made dinner and he was super excited to show me his fries."<</gf>> French fries? <<gf>>"Yeah, he made like, his own sort of? Do you know those potato rounds with the smiley faces? Those but homemade."<</gf>> What a horrible interruption to your lewd moment. <<gf>>"Kind of a mood killer, sorry, babe. Lmfao. We should do that again sometime."<</gf>> You really, really should. [[Continue.|sleep]]

<<if $playerStamina >= 65>> You visit the nurse to check up on her, get away from class, and see if she'll inspect you again. She seems quite busy today and its hard and awkward to get more than a few words from her. <<nurse>>"Sorry, $name, there is no way you're ready. Keep following what I told you too, and I'll track your times."<</nurse>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<else>> <<nurse>>"Oh, you think you're ready for another check-up?"<</nurse>> You nod. In part because, yes, the 'treatments' seemed to be working, but also because you want another handjob. "Let's get you ready." She does so, pants and boxers down, gloves and condom on. And stopwatch facing you ominously. There is almost a bit of worry. <<nurse>>"Ready! Steady!" Click, jerk. "Go!"<</nurse>> You're already on the edge and she's just started. What is this tension? Is she stroking faster? No, it's the same right? But, it feels so damn good. She has to be doing something different. Why does she look so much more... gah! Your cock twitches and throbs, and like a sneeze, your orgasm just shocks you. The edge was damn near the whole experience, your cock feeling like a little radiant glowstick of pleasure. You fill up your condom with your wasted seed and, click. <<nurse>>"Twenty-eight seconds," the nurse exclaims, with the glee of someone getting a puppy on Christmas morning.<</nurse>> You think she is leaning in to hug you, but she stops herself and smiles. <<nurse>>"Wow. Great job, $name, you have a very healthy penis."<</nurse>> You do? Isn't that bad? She shakes her head very passionately, ponytail flicking to and fro. <<nurse>>"Absolutely not. It's very good in fact!"<</nurse>> She tosses her gloves after peeling off your condom and tying the end. <<nurse>>"From now on, when you masturbate, you'll use just one finger, got it?"<</nurse>> Just one now? How does that even work? <<nurse>>"Put the tip of your finger along the underside, rubbing and working the head and tip, okay?"<</nurse>> You nod in agreement, but aren't too sure. Seems odd, would that really work? You get cleaned, dressed, and on your way... faster than you'd have hoped. Your flaccid dick, tired and spent after less than a minute of fight, tingles pleasantly in your boxers. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $playerNurse = 6>> <</if>>

<<if $playerStamina >= 30>> You visit the nurse to check up on her, get away from class, and see if she'll inspect you again. She seems quite busy today and its hard and awkward to get more than a few words from her. <<nurse>>"Sorry, $name, there is no way you're ready. Keep following what I told you too, and I'll track your times."<</nurse>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<else>> When you arrive in the nurse's office today, she already has her gloves on. <<nurse>>"Oh hey, $name! I had a feeling you'd be by today. Just need a rest... or?" She wiggles her fingers and smiles warmly.<</nurse>> You nod with bated breath, time for a check up. You hop along to the bed and get ready, already your cock is hard and drooling. A bit of a Pavlovian reaction, it seems. The nurse gets close, actually kneeling between your legs instead of standing this time. Her lips are closer to your cock than they'd ever been. The thin, smallish head of your dicklet is outclassed by her pink, glistening lips. She whispers, the rolling of her breath sending a shiver down your spine as it hits your shaft. <<nurse>>"Ready. Steady. Go!"<</nurse>> Stroke! Stroke! Stroke! But only with one finger! Even so you're rocking your hips, clutching the bed, as she runs the underside of her finger to your frenulum with purpose. That purpose: ruining your sexual stamina utterly. And, just thinking that, realizing you're about to spurt and she's barely even started, imaging how bad it would be if she put her lips— Pew~ Pew~ You fill out your condom. <<nurse>>"Wow. Great job!" She says excitedly, and turns the stopwatch around to examine it.<</nurse>> <<nurse>>"A minute and ten seconds. Hm, let's work really hard to get you back down to a healthy time, $name. You're starting to regress! Be sure to keep using that one finger, okay?"<</nurse>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $playerNurse = 7>> <</if>>

You decide to try the nurse's method while enjoying some vanilla porn. Normal people having normal sex... you think. It's hard to tell, all the good parts are censored. Seeing cocks slide in and disappear behind a censor, or seeing the bar jiggle as a girl bounces her hefty chest, it's just not the same as nudity. There is some strange appeal, maybe borne of desperation. <<set _psg to either( 'vanilla1', 'vanilla2', 'vanilla3', 'vanilla4', )>>\ <<linkreplace "Will your first time be quick?">> <<include _psg>> <</linkreplace>> Today you look at some oral, which, surprisingly is still quite arousing. With cocks uncensored, and women's faces uncensored, it's pretty much the same old porn as before! Watching a girl's hand rub at nothing, masturbating, grasping at her censored tits, and fingering a pussy you can't see makes you mind-numbingly desperate. Before you thought two fingers was dainty and demure, a girly way of masturbating your pricklet. Now with one finger rubbing yourself off you can safely say this is more demeaning. And with it comes the little voice in the back of your mind reminding you this doesn't seem to be helping you last longer. <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<set $playerStamina -= 2>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>>

Feet are the new pussy. That's simply a reality for you. All else has been taken from you, and so your eyes drift down. That's where you deserve to spend your seed. Two girls sniffing and licking each other's feet gets you going. You can't see but their pussies look like they’re tribbing. You can watch them bury their noses in each other's toes plain as day though. <<set _psg to either( 'feet1', 'feet2', 'feet3', 'feet4', )>>\ <<linkreplace "You're developing a trigger...">> <<include _psg>> <</linkreplace>> You find some pictures of female soles that make your pumping extra accelerated. They're just too hot. Some are soft and smooth, others wrinkled and textured. Clean, sweaty. Even some with socks. The one-finger tug time helps extend things a little, but you're still wasting your semen quickly. <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<set $playerStamina -= 2>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <</if>> <<if $playerTherapist >= 3>> <<set $feetCounter += 1>> <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>>

Women's armpits. When they raise up their arms to present their breasts, often times you've been finding your eyes drifting there. Awkward and pathetic as it is to like them, they've become set in your mind as a sexual outlet. Is it the sweat? The stubble? Or the excessively hairy ones? Or perhaps those clean shaven, glistening, delicious looking armpits. A perfect crest to kiss and worship. And it's such a pathetic places to lust after. <<set _psg to either( 'armpit1', 'armpit2', 'armpit3', )>>\ <<linkreplace "The scent alone might be enough to make you bust.">> <<include _psg>> <</linkreplace>> Nevermind her breasts, your eyes hardly bother to look at the black bar nowadays. With your new single finger tuggy method, you feel especially humiliated when you finally orgasm. The creases and folds of a girl's armpit sapping away your sexual stamina. It makes the orgasm potent. <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<set $playerStamina -= 2>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>> <<if $playerTherapist is 5>> <<set $armpitCounter += 1>> <</if>>

Watching femboys getting fucked, or put their bodies on display, has become a treat considering your censor install. This one is in a maid's outfit, traditionally very girly, and his face is covered - even better! There is a slight unsettling tingle when he lifts up his skirt and there isn't a black bar there, but instead a dick. You try to conjure up the memory of what a pussy looks like and find nothing in your mind's eye. <<set _psg to either( 'femboy1', 'femboy2', )>>\ <<linkreplace "They're girly, but if they last longer, are they manlier than you?">> <<include _psg>> <</linkreplace>> You notice with a throbbing jump in your palm that the crossdressing bottom bitch's dick is bigger than yours it seems, not by much, but still. What's more is the silly method of fapping you've gotten into. You rub yourself on the underside with a single finger. There is something humiliating about touching yourself so delicately while he is jerking off normally. <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<set $playerStamina -= 2>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>>

You begin rubbing your finger along the underside of your penis. The singular touch isn't much, but it might help you last a bit longer. You figure one way to make this nurse training go easier is some quality girlfriend time. You try prodding your GF for ERP. She agrees, but quickly it devolves into OOC chatting about the two of you, very thinly veiled as 'characters'. Dirty OOC stuff spills into picture sharing of lewd images. She asks you to show her what you'd like to do to her. <<if $cuck is true>>She is especially excited to see what you want other men to do to her.<</if>> The potency of imagining what the two of you might actually do together makes the one-finger rub go over a lot easier than you'd expected. You're tempted to grasp yourself with as full a grip as your cocklet allows so the orgasm isn't spoiled, but it feels fine with just the single finger tip. That's a bit worrying... <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<set $playerStamina -= 2>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>>

It's time to use your mom's stuffy, used socks, to cum with. The smell pleasantly of her natural, unique fragrance. A work day and more on her feet, treading in these socks. They have a lingering warmth to them that makes you riled up. You don't even need any visual aid beyond the sight of her used socks. You get yourself up on your bed, but quickly realize you can't 'fuck' Mom's socks with this new method. You kneel before your partner for this session, the darkened soles of her used socks remind you that this is disregarded laundry, and you're treating it with the same respect and care you would a woman. After all, this is pretty much p*ssy to you, isn't it? You take one to your hand and cover your face, while you stroke yourself off with the other. Fantasy visions of monitored masturbation sessions with your mom, savoring and becoming enamored with her scent, the feel of the softened fabric. The sensations and thoughts become intense quickly. The one fingered sliding upon your pricklet begins getting linked, slowly and surely, with Mom's foot musk. The idea makes you dizzy, continuing this training, setting a trigger. Allowing Mom to control and defeat your dicklet with her feet. You deserve that. In far too short a time, your hips begin thrusting up at the one finger they're allowed to feel. Your trembling little dick yearns for an orgasm you try to grant it. Audibly you moan against the sock clutched to your face, shooting your seed far across your Mom's sock, staining the fabric with a few white dollops. These will need to be cleaned... <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<set $playerStamina -= 2>>

It's time to hump your Mom's used panties. To feed that fiendish desire you sniff at her delightful scent. These were rubbing back and forth against your mother's pussy and ass, and a lecherous grin spreads across your face as you admire each inch of the fabric. Soft, old and worn, the panties are. Perfect for thrusting against. That is just what you do, mounting the bed, and laying them on your quilt. Holding yourself up to grind your dick down on her panties is surprisingly a bit difficult. You make use of the nurse's method, lifting yourself off from the grind a bit to jerk your dink just as she prescribed. Something powerful overcomes you, a sort of dry-mouthed feeling of depravity. It's the idea that does it, of spoiling your own sexual stamina, your masculine potency, to the totemic representation of your mother's pussy. There is something especially destructive to your masculinity about only using a single finger - up and down - to stimulate your clitlet. Allowing your worship of your mother's panties to chip away at your sexual stamina like this. It's a sweet-tasting, poisonous nectar. A twisting and dark road to addiction from which there can be no walking back. Before long you're moaning like a wimp and shooting your nut - not deep into some woman's snatch - but the dirty panties of your Mom. With extreme satisfaction, you dismount and gather up the cum covered panties. These will need to be washed. <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<set $playerStamina -= 2>>

You and Sabrina keep away from each other, but you look over to her on break. She's still smoking, and still covered in strange dark-themed make up and clothing. Whatever. [[Continue.|sleep]]

<<sabrina>>"Hey, wanna hang out after our shift?"<</sabrina>> [[Sure!|queen2a]] [[Not tonight.|sleep]]

<<sabrina>>Sabrina smiles. "Alright, $name. Come find me after work."<</sabrina>> A hot goth like her, asking you to hang out? A dream come true! The rest of your shift is simultaneously a drag and flying by. You aren't sure what prompted her to want you over, but you're excited to see where it goes. You find her smoking a cigarette by her car, and she waves you over. <<sabrina>>"What up? Oh hey, did you see that annoying fuck ordering the three meals for him and his 'friends'?" She flashes some finger quotes.<</sabrina>> You shake your head, you were probably in the back or something. <<sabrina>>She rolls her eyes. "Yeah, well, he was a real piece of shit."<</sabrina>> The car she is leaning on is a dinky, red, old PT Cruiser. Not exactly what you'd say fits her style. But she is a young woman living on her own, so a used car like this is expected. Cooler than anything you've got! You ask her to elaborate, and she opens the door for you. As she gets behind the steering wheel and starts the engine she explains. <<sabrina>>"Ugh, it's just men being a real pain in the ass. Same thing I thought you were trying to do. I don't like being hit on, and this guy wouldn't quit. Little pale pudgeball. Whiteboys, am I right?"<</sabrina>> She snorts a laugh and takes a drag, pulling out of the driveway and to the road. You aren't exactly sure what she means, but you laugh along. She doesn't stop smoking while she drives, rolling down the window and ashing to the road. You direct the conversation to something you know, Windcraft. The two of you start chatting about expansions and classes, your favorites and most hated. The two of you share very few opinions in common, but despite that, the conversation flows well. It feels great talking to a girl who you don't feel like you have to please. Sabrina seems to just be taking you for who you are. You offhandedly mention your school therapist also played Windcraft. <<sabrina>>"Do you see the school therapist a lot?"<</sabrina>> Replying truthfully, you tell her you've got to see her every week. Sabrina nods, and as she pulls into a parking spot, turns and looks to you. Her pale features are accented by the gloom of night, and the deep-toned mascara and makeup on her. <<sabrina>>"What do you think of her?"<</sabrina>> [[You don't like her at all.|queen2hate]] [[She's helping you a lot.|queen2help]] [[You tolerate it.|queen2tol]]

<<sabrina>>"Is she kind of a bitch?"<</sabrina>> You tell her Ms. Patterson is kind of cruel. <<sabrina>>"Wait Ms. Patterson. Do you go to Larcosa?"<</sabrina>> You do! <<sabrina>>"Me too!" Sabrina snickers. "Small world, huh? Oh well, I mean *I did*, I graduated years ago. Oh fuck."<</sabrina>> She looks glum for a second, and as she turns the car off you ask her what's the matter. <<sabrina>>"I'm old as fuck. Graduated eight years ago. Shit." <</sabrina>> She laughs, and you jokingly call her ancient, which she punches your arm playfully for. <<sabrina>>"Ms. Patterson was always super nice to me. Maybe you're just a problem child?"<</sabrina>> She exits the car and shuts the door, prompting you to do the same. As she leads you upstairs, she doesn't pursue the topic further. [[Continue.|queen2b]]

<<sabrina>>"That's great to hear! She sort out all your emotional issues?"<</sabrina>> Something like that, and helps with some behavior problems. <<sabrina>>"Cognitive behavioral therapy. Yep. I've had some talk therapy sessions too. They help." She gives you a warm smile but it fades a bit.<</sabrina>> She turns the car off you ask her what's the matter. <<sabrina>>"Just remembering the counselor from my school. She was such a helpful woman. Ms. Pattonson? I think. Shit, it's been like years."<</sabrina>> Ms. Patterson? <<sabrina>>"Exactly! Yo, do you go to Larcosa?"<</sabrina>> You nod exuberantly, surprised she has as well. <<sabrina>>"Tiny world. She's awesome. Helped me overcome so many problems with boys and my dad. Glad she's helping you too. She knows how to handle guys like you."<</sabrina>> Before you can ask her to elaborate, she exits the car and beckons you along. [[Continue.|queen2b]]

<<sabrina>>"Hmph, alright. Kinda just have to do it? I remember my counselor at school helped me a lot." She gives you a warm smile but it fades a bit.<</sabrina>> She turns the car off you ask her what's the matter. <<sabrina>>"Just remembering the counselor from my school. She was such a helpful woman. Ms. Pattonson? I think. Shit, it's been like years."<</sabrina>> Ms. Patterson? <<sabrina>>"Exactly! Yo, do you go to Larcosa?"<</sabrina>> You nod exuberantly, surprised she has as well. <<sabrina>>"Tiny world. She's awesome. Helped me overcome so many problems with boys and my dad. Be nice to her, she's a good woman."<</sabrina>> She turns the car off and doesn't pursue the conversation further. [[Continue.|queen2b]]

She leads you up the stairs to her apartment. The complex itself is a bit dingy, but honestly within the realm of what you expected. Unlike your apartment with Mom, this one has a layout almost like a motel. With two tiers, and the homes themselves built into a similar structure. Inside, her home immediately smells like weed. The slight skunk of cheap marijuana, and a certain pleasing girl-funk are what you notice first. But then, the myriad details of a messy apartment. It looks very lived in. Mail is stacked here and there. Books assembled in small towers line a wall and walkway. A few bits of laundry are thrown around. You wonder if you'd be able to swipe one of those. Some dishes remain in the sink. A comfy looking but beat-to-hell couch faces an admittedly large TV. It seems she's got a computer and a console rigged up to the TV. A tangle of wires curl like snakes toward the couch. <<sabrina>>"Sorry about the mess. Haven't cleaned up since I had some company last night."<</sabrina>> She bends over quickly to snatch a thong from the floor, along with some other clothes. You only catch a glimpse, but it appears to be one of those deep cut Calvin Klein thongs. The fabric is black, and the waistband white, with text across it. Because it's folded over, you only catch a few letters. 'ED BL', it's not quite clear but you've got the start and end of whatever the print is. "I'm going to toss this in my laundry bin. Make yourself comfortable. Mi casa tu casa. There are some beers in the fridge, take what you like. Be a good boy and get me one." You squeeze into her kitchenette and open the fridge. It's stuffed with a few takeout cartons, a variety of ingredients, and some brews. A whole row of cheap beer lay from front to back on the left side. You notice some soft drinks too. The allure of some underaged drinking appeals, who the hell wants to wait 3 more years, but something tells you 'not now'. You snag a cola, and a beer for her, and sit on the couch. [[Continue.|queen2c]]

When she returns, she's out of her work clothes and in some far looser and comfortable ones. Already puffing a new cigarette, she grabs the beer and the remote, and slaps her butt down beside you. <<sabrina>>"Soda, huh? You're eighteen, aren't you? I'm not gonna narc if you want a little beer, bro."<</sabrina>> You insist you aren't a square, just not interested tonight. She flicks on the TV and it immediately snaps to her desktop. Which, is not what you expected whatsoever. She is completely unfazed by showing it off, navigating over to her drive where she has a ton of movies downloaded. [img[setup.img + 'gothwallpepper.jpg']] <<sabrina>>"What do you like watching?"<</sabrina>> You balk at her, tempted to ask what the hell was that wallpaper. But as her smoke billows toward you, you find the confidence to be so confrontational about a lewd thing waver. "Well?" [[Horror.|queen2bhor]] [[Action.|queen2bact]] [[Pure Kinography.|queen2bmyst]]

<<sabrina>>"That's a good boy. My favorite."<</sabrina>> The two of you pick out a good horror flick, and unsurprisingly she is enthusiastic about it. As she drains more beers, she tells you little facts about how the movie or effects were made. Instead of being an annoying interruption, she knows right when to time to so it's a pleasant commentary rather than a pain in the ass. You're engaged with what she has to say, but damn is it out of your depth. She knows a ton about horror production it seems. Towards the end though, there is something that makes you gasp sharply. A nude scene. A long and protracted one. And you can't see any of the full frontal. Which Sabrina comments is pretty rare. [img[setup.img + 'horror.png']] "Nice rack on her, huh?" She asks, a light buzz to her voice. Her breath is a tangle of nicotine and alcohol. You guess... you can't really see. She pauses the film. <<sabrina>>"What? Do you need glasses?"<</sabrina>> No. You don't explain, hoping she drops it, but she is staring at you with those piercing eyes. You can't decline her potent, pressing urge to know. So, you tell her about your censor chip. <<sabrina>>"No. Fucking. Way. Really? I am so proud of you, $name. That is such a progressive thing to do."<</sabrina>> Huh? <<sabrina>>"Yeah, I mean, the male gaze is like, incredibly offensive. Especially coming from someone like you. It makes women a hell of a lot safer knowing whiteboys aren't ogling them. I could walk around with my tits out in comfort and you'd see... what, like pixels?"<</sabrina>> Black bars. <<sabrina>>"Ha! Even better. Wow. That's great. You're really impressing me."<</sabrina>> Sabrina's smile would seem snake-like if not for how damned earnest she sounded. she really believed, wholeheartedly, what she was saying. She restarts the movie, and it concludes shortly after. There is a bit more tension to your after-film discussion, now that the cat is out of the bag. <<sabrina>>"It's been chill but it's getting late, let me drive you home."<</sabrina>> You thank her for the visit and the ride both ways, and she says you're very welcome. When she drops you off at home, she gives you a little peck on the cheek that leaves a bit of make up, and her scent, on you. With a little wave, her red PT drifts into the night. What a strange encounter... [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $playerQueen = 3>>

The action flick is predictable but filled with bombastic scenes that make up for the laughable script. All in all, it's a thrilling experience that brings a lot of joy to both of you. It's easy to laugh at, and get hyped up when the bullets start flying. Near the end of it, there is an expected, but awkward lovemaking scene. The beautiful blonde, bimbo damsel is laying with the rugged, dark-skinned action hero. The two share a passionate moment before the final fight, with a scene of her tits in plain view. The contrast of her fair, pale skin, to his dark muscles is strangely captivating [img[setup.img + 'actionfilm.png']] "Rumor has it, that wasn't simulated sex either, the actors were dating during the filming so she actually got fucked on set." She says, a light buzz to her voice. Her breath is a tangle of nicotine and alcohol. "Nice rack on her, huh?" You guess... you can't really see. She pauses the film. <<sabrina>>"What? Do you need glasses?"<</sabrina>> No. You don't explain, hoping she drops it, but she is staring at you with those piercing eyes. You can't decline her potent, pressing urge to know. So, you tell her about your censor chip. <<sabrina>>"No. Fucking. Way. Really? I am so proud of you, $name. That is such a progressive thing to do."<</sabrina>> Huh? <<sabrina>>"Yeah, I mean, the male gaze is like, incredibly offensive. Especially coming from someone like you. It makes women a hell of a lot safer knowing whiteboys aren't ogling them. I could walk around with my tits out in comfort and you'd see... what, like pixels?"<</sabrina>> Black bars. <<sabrina>>"Ha! Even better. Wow. That's great. You're really impressing me."<</sabrina>> Sabrina's smile would seem snake-like if not for how damned earnest she sounded. she really believed, wholeheartedly, what she was saying. She restarts the movie, and it concludes shortly after. There is a bit more tension to your after-film discussion, now that the cat is out of the bag. <<sabrina>>"It's been chill but it's getting late, let me drive you home."<</sabrina>> You thank her for the visit and the ride both ways, and she says you're very welcome. When she drops you off at home, she gives you a little peck on the cheek that leaves a bit of makeup, and her scent, on you. With a little wave, her red PT drifts into the night. What a strange encounter... [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $playerQueen = 3>>

<<sabrina>>"Ah. An aristocrat."<</sabrina>> She puts on a very artsy, slow-moving film. The aura of the room becomes far more pensive. Sabrina gets very engrossed in the movie, and speaks precious little. By the end of it, she has knocked back quite a few beers, and the two of you are left with a lot to discuss in regards to the kino you just marathoned. [img[setup.img + 'artsy.png']] She is quite the film buff, and the talk you share is lively. As the more complex and mature conversation gets depleted, Sabrina mentions a nude scene with one of the actresses. <<sabrina>>"She had an awesome body on her, huh?" She asks, a light buzz to her voice. Her breath is a tangle of nicotine and alcohol.<</sabrina>> You guess... you can't really see. <<sabrina>>"What? Do you need glasses?"<</sabrina>> No. You don't explain, hoping she drops it, but she is staring at you with those piercing eyes. You can't decline her potent, pressing urge to know. So, you tell her about your censor chip. <<sabrina>>"No. Fucking. Way. Really? I am so proud of you, $name. That is such a progressive thing to do."<</sabrina>> Huh? "Yeah, I mean, the male gaze is like, incredibly offensive. Especially coming from someone like you. It makes women a hell of a lot safer knowing whiteboys aren't ogling them. I could walk around with my tits out in comfort and you'd see... what, like pixels?" Black bars. <<sabrina>>"Ha! Even better. Wow. That's great. You're really impressing me."<</sabrina>> Sabrina's smile would seem snake-like if not for how damned earnest she sounded. she really believed, wholeheartedly, what she was saying. There is a bit more tension to your after-film discussion, now that the cat is out of the bag. <<sabrina>>"It's been chill but it's getting late, let me drive you home."<</sabrina>> You thank her for the visit and the ride both ways, and she says you're very welcome. When she drops you off at home, she gives you a little peck on the cheek that leaves a bit of make up, and her scent, on you. With a little wave, her red PT drifts into the night. What a strange encounter... [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $playerQueen = 3>>

... and worship her feet. Getting footjobs from your girlfriend while she teases you for huffing her socks and shoes drives you mad. Over time, she trains you to get sprung and ready just from the scent and sight of her feet. It becomes perhaps your favorite part of her body.

... and make out with her armpits often. It feels strange leaning down to roll your tongue around her underarm, but she encourages it and clearly loves it. Awkward and unsure at first, her domineering develops as she gets confidence, coming into her own as a mistress of sorts.

... and she is brutal in a heavenly way. It's scary, but seeing her get plowed by another man, with a larger cock, stuns and floors you. She's mean sometimes, especially with the bull around, but she's always certain to tell you how much she loves you. And then keep you on your toes by thanking you for letting her actually feel some pleasure.

... and spend your third year of college never having sex with her, or even seeing her pussy. It drives you mad, but you promise a pledge to not fuck or see her pussy for a year. When she wants head, she blindfolds you. And unfortunately for you, pussyfree doesn't mean oral or anal is on the table. You spend a whole year on a lean diet of handjobs and footjobs.

... and it envigorates her. She adores holding and keeping you locked up. Something really riles her up about feeling a male squirm in restricted pleasure. She cums hardest when tugging on your hair, knowing you're eating her out while straining in a cage.

... and it becomes woefully addicting. By the end of your intense training, $gfname has you creaming your pants in public with the snap of her fingers. Intense triggers are tied to her body parts or keywords. Actual penetrative sex for more than a few seconds is a thing of the past. Forever.

... and reinstall your chip. But now, $gfname holds the reins. You couldn't see anything but her feet for a month. And another time, nothing but outlines for a week. Sometimes you wake up with a pair of blurry, pixelated tits in your face and her toothy smile above them. Never mind that she's barely an A-cup. Other days you wake up to find her eyes covered by a black bar. As the weeks become months, and years, you realize you've forgotten what her pussy actually looks like. After all, since reinstalling, you've only ever been allowed to see it pixelated. And that was for a birthday gift.

Unfortunately, it comes after college, but you receive a fat chunk of cash in a settlement with CenSight. It's enough to help you and $gfname put a down payment on a home, and allows you to carve a piece of the world out as your own. To say nothing of being able to make your Mom's life easier! $gfname and you have plenty to look forward to. Years of passion, fun, strife, sickness and health. Pain or pleasure, wind or rain, $gfname is tied to you by the hip. And you're right under her thumb. You couldn't ask for a better girl to spend your days with. ''The good end!'' [[Try again?|Begin]] <<set $playerMoney += 500>>

Despite that, you eventually are given a settlement from CenSight. And the moment the check arrived in the mail, $bullygf was there with her hand out to take it from you. Bizarrely, only some of it went to her personal partying and new clothes. The rest of it went to your wedding ceremony. $bullygf decided you were going to marry her, in no small part to get her father off her back. But she promises you and her will consummate the marriage, and that promise reinvigorates you. The ceremony is lavish and lovely, but it stings knowing it was entirely paid for out of your pocket. Saying your vows fills you with a romantic elation, and $bullygf looks so splendidly beautiful that you're completely bewitched. She spends all night with you, hanging from your arm and making you feel like the only guy in the world. In the marital bed, $bullygf spreads her legs, and gets a load blown deep in her snatch, unprotected, hollering a whorish orgasm of her own. Except it wasn't you nutting into her, or making her cum. It was the best man. And then the band. And then a few of the servers on the wait staff. You got to consummate your marriage with her... <<linkreplace "... feet.">> <<include gy-feet>> <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "... sock.">> <<include gy-sock>> <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "... panties.">> <<include gy-panties>> <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "... toilet.">> <<include gy-toilet>> <</linkreplace>> <<set $playerMoney += 25000>>

She looked so beautiful in her wedding dress. And so devilishly cruel when she pointed to her feet, and declared that is who you actually married. She made it exceptionally clear footpussy was the only thing you'd ever feel on your prick. Still, you held out hope, slavishly and mindlessly humping at her soles while she cruelly reminded you of all the men who had just had a go at her. Unfortunately, your big night doesn't last long, and you find yourself nutting against her toes far sooner than you'd have liked. [[Continue.|tgeg4]]

She looked so beautiful in her wedding dress. And so devilishly cruel when she pointed to her used socks. She allowed you to mount the bed, and hump down into them. They were still warm from her feet, and slick with sweat, but dirty from a day on her feet walking. You cum deep inside her socks, squirting your seed deeply. As if grunting and looking at the black bar between her legs while you jizzed in her dirty laundry might somehow get her pregnant. [[Continue.|tgeg4]]

She looked so beautiful in her wedding dress. And so devilishly cruel when she pointed to the master bedroom's toilet and told you to fuck your toiletpussy. A whimper rose from you considering the sheer humiliation of it. She doesn't even supervise your fuck. But she does flush your seed down for you. You don't forget to thank her. [[Continue.|tgeg4]]

She looked so beautiful in her wedding dress. And so devilishly cruel when she pointed to the cum-soaked panties another man had ripped from her and cast aside. She allowed you to mount the bed, and hump down into them. The cold of her pussy-juice and other men's semen quickly warming with your frenetic and eager humps. Far too soon you ejaculate, adding your semen to the rest of the wasted seed. [[Continue.|tgeg4]]

You are never poor. $bullygf's father takes a strange, merciful liking to you, and provides you with a cushy enough job. It comes with long hours, and keeps you from home sometimes, but it supplies you with all that $bullygf requires. Lots of money. The dynamic of your marriage remains much how it did in high school. Your 'sweetheart' maintains her position as a cruel manipulator and dominatrix. The pleasure, emotional entanglement, and fear of abandonment keep you from considering silly things like leaving her. Or like cheating on her with a hooker and losing your virginity. After all. If she found out, she'd be done with you. You'd lose your job. Home. And with no real work experience, you'd be on the street. So you take what sex you can get. With her hand, with her feet. Sometimes you go weeks in chastity while she vacations in southern islands. Other times she ties you down and hovers her cunt over your clit-let, leaking another man's semen onto your poor excuse for a boyhood. Years of being pussyfree rapidly approach a decade, and despite all the mind-numbing pleasure her torment brings, you wonder if you made the right choice... [[Try again?|Begin]] <<set $playerMoney -= 24500>>

Angry doesn't describe how you felt walking into the therapist's office. If it were possible, steam would be sprouting from your ears. Your face warps into a scowl and you cast dagger eyes into her immediately when you sit down. There is a moment of silence. She doesn’t budge from her wry little smile that you read as possessing the smugness of a thousand suns. Finally, she separated her hands that were clasped under her chin. <<therapist>>"So, $name, how do you feel?"<</therapist>> Bad. Real bad. <<therapist>>"Is the treatment not working? Have you still been... masturbating?" Her head turns slightly, voice lilting up at this.<</therapist>> You stay silent, only a little grumble coming from your throat. <<therapist>>"If you aren't cooperative, these counseling sessions are going to be a lot more difficult."<</therapist>> Enough of this nonsense. You lay your cards on the table. You're going to tell your mother, then the principal, then anyone who will listen about what really happened. <<therapist>>Her eyes flash wide, not in fear but surprise and perhaps amusement. "Will you now?"<</therapist>> She stands and walks over to you, heels thudding a few times even with the carpeting here. She leans over, her lips right by your ear. <<therapist>>"You know this room has a camera installed in it?"<</therapist>> She leans back. You shake your head no, more than a little confused why she is bringing this up. Then it begins to dawn on you. And as the scowl softens on your face, and fear sets in, her confidence surges. <<therapist>>Her lips spread in a cruel grin. "Unless you want every student's phone to be sent a video of your mother asking me to help you with your masturbation addiction, you best obey."<</therapist>> Your chest gets tight. <<therapist>>"It would be difficult convincing any girl to give you the time of day once they know you're such a creep."<</therapist>> You shake your head no. <<therapist>>"Still got fight in you? Imp—"<</therapist>> You don't know. <<therapist>>"Ah, if that's the case. I will write you a note. You will have a complete bodily inspection. Penis and all."<</therapist>> You begin to blither questions and confusion, and she smacks her hand down on the table. <<therapist>>"Shut it. I hate, and loathe, ''males'' who stammer, drool, slobber, beg, and plead. Ahem, at least the ones that do it without it being asked. You will take what I do to you. And you will come to love it or suffer in silence."<</therapist>> You still squeak out a simple 'why', why is she doing this? <<therapist>>"Isn't it obvious?" She returns behind her desk, dipping low for a draw to fetch something, her voice a little softer now. "It makes me wet."<</therapist>> Your blushing now isn't from the fleeting anger, it's from a concoction of arousal and bewilderment. <<therapist>>"I am not pointlessly cruel." She scribbles out a note allowing you a visit to the nurse, and atop it is a flash drive. "Be sure to visit the nurse sometime this week or next, preferably before our next meeting."<</therapist>> You nod, folding the note in your pocket, and taking the flash drive. <<therapist>>"A sign of good faith? A few pictures of me in lingerie. Feel free to inspect them at your leisure. They're just some tasteful pictures, no nudity. Not that you could see such anyway."<</therapist>> Your heart accelerates as you look over the thumb drive in your palm. <<therapist>>"Oh, your assignment this week."<</therapist>> You return your eyes to hers, looking out over her glasses. <<therapist>>"Masturbate every day until our next meeting. Twice a day if your dicklet has the energy for it. I want you wasting as much of that filth into Kleenex as I can force you to."<</therapist>> Your eyes flutter, and she looks up at the clock to her side. "We have a few more minutes but, you're free to go. I need you more malleable before we do any more work." ''You may now visit the nurse during your school day'' <<set $nurseEnabled = true>>\ <<set $playerTherapist = 2>>\ <<set $hasUsb = true>>\ [[Continue.|Schoolexit]]

<<pe>>"$name, are you done in there?"<</pe>> A loud rapping of knuckles comes at the door. Good thing you avoid touching any of her things! She was right around the corner. Though, you are still struggling with an unwanted erection. You sheepishly try to hide it, telling her to give you a moment more. She clearly doesn't like it, but she can hardly bust in on a student changing, now can she? Finally after what feels like half the period, you stifle your hard-on. <<pe>>"See me after class, $name," Mrs. Taylor says.<</pe>> Those words sit like a stone in your tummy until the end of the awkward gym period is done. You find the trim, blonde and tough-as-nails instructor after everyone else has shuffled off. At least you'll miss a little of your next class, enduring this chewing out. <<pe>>She scowls up at you, but her words are tender. "I am reccomending you visit the school therapist."<</pe>> Huh? <<pe>>"Just because I am a phys. ed. teacher doesn't mean I'm a fool. I know many teenagers are uncomfortable with their bodies. But ignoring your physical health and 'forgetting' your uniform isn't the solution. She can help you."<</pe>> Her face shifts to a strange snarl. <<pe>>"Despite her other negative qualities. She seems skilled in her field. Anyway, I've already let your next class know you'll be busy. So go.<</pe>> Clutching a little paper pass, you shuffle to Ms. Patterson's, the school therapist. How did you get here... [[Continue.|introtherapist1.2]]

Normally, what few souls gather to have you as background noise are silent as the grave. Today however, you get quite a chatty Cathy. Instead of having to just speak to yourself, you've got someone to sound off against and speak with. And that livens up the chat across the board, your small bundle of regulars beginning to open up a bit. It's an invigorating and encouraging experience, seeing the viewer count snowball from a handful to a few dozen! [img[setup.img + 'livestream.png']] The energy of the chat makes the stream not only fun for you, but entertaining for them. A few subscribe, and your viewer base expands a bit. Slow and steady! <<if $late is false>>\ [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>>\ <<else>>\ [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>>\ <<set $viewers += Math.floor(Math.random() * 8) + 1>>\ ''Your current number of viewers is: <<print $viewers>>'' <<if $viewers > 20>> <<set $playerVidya = 3>> <</if>>

One of your regulars has made a frequent request, but now he's putting some cash behind it. Turn your face cam on, and he'll toss you $40. The chat rallies behind it. People really want to see your reactions to plays, and they want you to deepen that parasocial relationship. It's a big step to put yourself out there though... [[Don't do it.|vidya4.1]] [[Do it! Money talks.|vidya4.2]]

With a furtive community of regulars, and a few more casual viewers, livestreaming has become a fun way to excuse yourself playing video games. The fanciful daydreams of making this a legitimate avenue of income, and the splendor of being the center of attention, really ups your spirits. [img[setup.img + 'livestream.png']] People at school might be mean and shitty, but people online are just like you! It's heartening to know so many find joy in listening and watching you stream. More than a few ask for a facecam, but so far you've held off. It's becoming more convincing however, might be worth considering. <<if $late is false>>\ [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>>\ <<else>>\ [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>>\ <<set $viewers += Math.floor(Math.random() * 10) + 1>>\ ''Your current number of viewers is: <<print $viewers>>'' <<if $viewers > 35>> <<set $playerVidya = 4>> <</if>>

You chicken out and blow him off. It kills a little of the stream's momentum and things get quiet... <<if $late is false>>\ [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>>\ <<else>>\ [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>>\ <<set $viewers -= Math.floor(Math.random() * 8) + 1>>\ ''Your current number of viewers is: <<print $viewers>>''

You depart for a second, and fish out your webcam. After testing and finding a good angle, you realize how much of a mess your room is. It's haste, but like a hamster on a wheel you spin around to pick up some of the laundry and trinkets muddying up your room. It looks acceptable, and when you return, it's show time. The $50 tip drops immediately, along with many pogs and other goofy emotes. A bit ominously, you get a DM from the big donator. He thinks you're cute... <<if $late is false>>\ [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>>\ <<else>>\ [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>>\ <<set $viewers -= Math.floor(Math.random() * 10) + 1>>\ ''Your current number of viewers is: <<print $viewers>>'' <<set $playerVidya to 5>> <<set $playerMoney += 50>>

<<if $underwear is "Panties">> You realize you're livestreaming while wearing panties. It isn't too strange, you've been wearing them now and then. But it dawns on you just how naughty it is to be live, in panties even if your pants conceal them. The playful, corruptive influence in your mind tells you to remove your pants. No one would see. And no one would know. It would just be you, with your panties exposed, under the desk. Playing video games with an audience, daintily concealing your peck with girly undergarments. [[Do it, obey that devilish idea.|vidya5.1]] [[Ignore it, nudging the idea aside.|vidya5.2]] <<else>> By the night's end you feel like you've had a great, entertaining stream. Though when you shut off your PC and ready for bed, you wonder again about how you could spice things up. Maybe your closet has an answer. You make a few tips. <<if $late is false>>\ [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>>\ <<else>>\ [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>>\ <<set $viewers += Math.floor(Math.random() * 5) + 1>>\ ''Your current number of viewers is: <<print $viewers>>'' <<set $playerMoney += Math.floor(Math.random() * 5) + 1>>\ <</if>>

It is such a small thing, but you'd rather not risk it. You put up your webcam blocker and shimmy out of your PJ pants, kicking them aside. Tingles and goosebumps travel up and down your exposed legs. You brush your hands along them and smile. In your lap, nothing but panties held snug to your 'male' junk. When the stream comes back up, you find yourself checking the webcam to make sure there isn't a chance of anyone seeing your secret. Not that they ever could. The notion brings a blush to your cheeks, and chat picks up on your more giddy and nervous disposition. You feel more playful and effervescent, an almost girly bubbliness rising from you as you commentate and interact with your regulars. By the end of the evening, you have a whole lot more 'good night' messages with hearts attached... and you make some in tips! <<if $late is false>>\ [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>>\ <<else>>\ [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>>\ <<set $viewers += Math.floor(Math.random() * 20) + 1>>\ ''Your current number of viewers is: <<print $viewers>>'' <<set $playerMoney += Math.floor(Math.random() * 20) + 1>>\ <<if $viewers > 200>> <<set $playerVidya = 6>> <</if>>

You put it aside, forgetting such things. It's not worth the risk, even if minimal. Keeping up with chat and playing your games are as easy as ever, and you have fun with your regulars. By the night's end you feel like you've had a great, entertaining stream. Though when you shut off your PC and ready for bed, you wonder again about the panties around your butt, and if you should have taken the plunge. You make a few tips. <<if $late is false>>\ [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>>\ <<else>>\ [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>>\ <<set $viewers += Math.floor(Math.random() * 5) + 1>>\ ''Your current number of viewers is: <<print $viewers>>'' <<set $playerMoney += Math.floor(Math.random() * 5) + 1>>\

<<gf>>"Good. Maybe you'll get a little taste of what it's like as a girl without a boyfriend who can make her cum."<</gf>> You're floored. Gobsmacked. You tell her that's a cruel thing to say! <<gf>>"Okay, but is it wrong? Your winky is tiny. <<if $bull is 1>>He's just bigger.<</if>><<if $bull is 2>>Black is just bigger. It's true, ngl.<</if>><<if $bull is 3>>He looks like a girl and yet he's got a bigger cock. It's kind of sad.<</if>>"<</gf>> You ask her what her friend has to do with any of this, and she doesn't reply for a bit. She types, deletes, and types again. <<gf>>"Well I had no idea you were so fucked up and small when we got together. It's like you've still got a baby's dick. You need to grow up between the legs before you come at me with any of this cuckrage."<</gf>> You try to tell her it isn't cuckrage, you're actually upset, but she clarifies that is exactly what cuckrage is. <<gf>>"It's okay to feel a little inadequate if you actually are. After seeing you and seeing him, I am not sure sex with you is going to feel good. Like, I tried using my dildo as deep as you would get, and lol."<</gf>> Lol? What? You find the words flee from you, this sensation of instability and falling over you. Fantasy of you and $gfname's perfect first night now a sordid, awkward, pleasureless hump. If she even lets you hit. <<gf>>"Yeah, so, if you can't handle this type of stuff I am not sure it's going to work out. It's really unfair if you are the only one cumming. Isn't it?"<</gf>> While trying to fathom a way to not sound like a dicklet with your replies, alternating between saying you can eat pussy and you aren't that small, she posts again. <<gf>>"It's okay, you're still my boyfriend. You just have a tiny penis. I still like you. I just don't like your thingy."<</gf>> Then it comes to you, a counter to all her cruel words about your penis. You have it! You tell her, what if her tits or ass were small, and you wanted to fuck a more buxom girl, would that be okay? <<gf>>"No, wtf? It's totally different. 1., you're a guy so it's not the same. 2., I've seen what you've got you couldn't enjoy a titfuck or get past a fat ass. I'm not even sure you can make it past my pussy lips, lol. But you aren't sure either, cuz you can't even see me."<</gf>> She has you there, nailed to the wall. You want to grab onto that first point, but arguing with a girl is like trying to catch the wind in your hands. <<gf>>"That's another thing. If he sees my body and compliments me I know he means it, you can't see anything just bars right? So if you're saying nice things, you're just lying."<</gf>> How much of $gfname has 'he' seen... did she show him more? <<gf>>"My whole body. Not my face. Well he hasn't asked for anything weird like my feet or whatever."<</gf>> You tell her you can still see her feet! That shuts her up, but not for the reason you think. She sends you a screenshot of her chat with her friend from Windcraft. He asks her if you have a foot fetish. <<gf>>"Do you? I mean I guess I could show you that but it's kind of weird. A guy who is interested in my feet is kind of ick. Like really think about it $name from my perspective okay? Your girlfriend has a pussy too tight for you to fuck or whatever, it hurts or it doesn't feel good. But she wants to rub on your feet. Do you get it? How awkward that is? How can you even respect your boyfriend if he wants to kiss your feet? Lol."<</gf>> You wish you had the nuts to tell her you wouldn't mind, you'd accept her, but something about that feels so meek. You feel like a little beta even thinking about saying that - begging for her approval. Meanwhile, this friend she just met has already seen her entire body. Her whole body. She didn't show you for that ever. You've only ever seen a black box that's supposedly her snatch. <<gf>>"So, you need to accept this. I need you to tell me you're ready for this. Tell me you're a cuck. Or we're done."<</gf>> You have to write it, 'I am a cuck.' <<textbox "$answergf" "Write it properly.">> <<set $answergf = $answergf.trim()>> [[Continue.|rel8finy2]]

<<if $answergf is "I am a cuck.">> <<gf>>"Good boy. I sent him that, lol. Bet that cage feels hella tight, doesn't it? Even with the shrimpy? Alright, I wanna shower. I got really wet when I came. Talk in a bit!"<</gf>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $playerGF to 9>> <<else>> <<gf>>"No! Say it right, not like that."<</gf>> [[Try again.|rel8finy]] <</if>>

<<if $playerMoney <= 999>>\ <<gyaru>>"I knew it. I knew you couldn't come up with it. Get fucking lost."<</gyaru>> You feel like you've set your 'relationship' with $bullygf back a bit. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $tribute -=100>>\ <<else>> <<gyaru>>"How did you manage to save up this much?" <</gyaru>> You look down at the wad of dough. The cash is too much to put in your wallet, it needed to be held in an envelope. Your hands shake, it wasn't easy, not at all. Your eyes dampen thinking of all the hours you worked to earn this cash, and it's the most you've ever spent on a single thing. Hell, it's more than you've ever had at a single time. <<gyaru>>She cuts through your stammering sharply. "Are you crying?"<</gyaru>> <<gyaru>>You shake your head no and thrust the envelope over. She perks her eyebrow, but counts it through. "Wow. Alright. Meet me after school here. We'll do it."<</gyaru>> Your form freezes when she says those words, and you nod. Oh, it was worth it. She saunters off, and you bound like a bunny after to sit somewhere and cool down. You adjust your chastity cage as it constricts your dick, hardly even realizing you are wearing it. [[Continue.|gyaruhandychas2]] <<set $tribute +=1000>> <<set $playerMoney -=1000>> <</if>>

<<if $playerMoney <= 19>>\ <<gyaru>>"Seriously? Why are you asking for that if you can't fucking afford it."<</gyaru>> Oh, oh right! You don't have enough. You try to come up with an excuse, but she shoves her palm to your face to move you aside and walk by. <<gyaru>>"Stop wasting my time you idiot. Come with money next time or drop dead."<</gyaru>> You feel like you've set your 'relationship' with $bullygf back a bit. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $tribute -=100>>\ <<else>> <<gyaru>>"You want me to fucking 'what?" She laughs, snatching the dollars from your hand. "Alright, but I charge by the kick."<</gyaru>> $bullygf gives you a cruel smile, and before you can leap back, she snatches both of your wrists. Her grip is nothing to sneeze at, and you brace yourself. Your instincts tell you to run, to protect your nuts, but she makes certain you can't. With a swift kick she jostles your balls in their $underwear. You whimper, wincing and pulling away. <<gyaru>>"That was $5!"<</gyaru>> Wham! She slaps the toe of her shoe into your nuts again, banging them up against your groin. A pang of sickening pain strikes your stomach along with the pain in your marbles. But there is a strange, almost serene hum of pleasure coming from your little orbs too. <<gyaru>>"That's $10. You sound like a bitch when I crack your eggs, $name."<</gyaru>> This time it isn't her shoe, but her knee. She thrusts forward, leaning into you and yanking you toward her. She forced the weight of your body on the bony, firm surface of her knee. You can almost feel the imprint of her kneecap stamp itself into your delicate sack. The air flees your lungs, and a bit of spittle comes from your lips in a gag. She moves you like the lead in a dance number, dragging you back into position for another kick by your wrists. Your head spins, balls quaking in pain already. <<gyaru>>"$15 and $20! Want more? Each time from now on I'm doubling it." Her evil grin glistens with the sheer joy she is feeling.<</gyaru>> As you try to catch your breath, you realize your pricklet is hard in your pants. Not that she could tell. Something about her face makes it look as if she's getting genuine pleasure from this. Maybe you could make her moan if you give her enough money, and strikes to your groin. <<if $playerMoney > 39>> [[Again.|gyarucbt2]] <</if>> [[Tap out.|gyarucbttap]] <<set $playerMoney -= 20>> <<set $tribute += 20>> <</if>>

<<gyaru>>"$40!"<</gyaru>> This time she hits you with her shin, getting between your legs and knocking your nuts against your pelvic floor. Your stiff dick is crushed against your <<if $chastity is false>>body.<<else>>cage.<</if>> <<if $playerStamina <= 10>>The sensation of her brutalizing your balls is enough to make you ejaculate, you spurt your seed into your underwear. As you do, your eyes roll back, and you wonder in the soaking of pleasure to fabric, if $bullygf damaged any of your swimmers.<</if>> <<if $playerMoney > 79>> [[Again.|gyarucbt3]] <</if>> [[Tap out.|gyarucbttap]] <<set $tribute += 40>> <<set $playerMoney -= 40>>

<<gyaru>>"Your wallet tapped out before you did, huh? I bet you could have gone more. But I don't work for free."<</gyaru>> She pats your cheek and rubs your chin. <<gyaru>>"Why don't you get some ice for your little boy balls, huh? Waddle off to the nurse now. Byyye!"<</gyaru>> She waves at you, leaving you to sink to your knees and hold your tender orbs. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]]

<<gyaru>>"$80. How's that wallet getting fucked feel, sissy boy?"<</gyaru>> The punt of her shoe to your genitals lets you feel the texture of her shoelaces, the whap of her foot threatening the sanctity of your eggs. A shuddering breath of pleasured anxiety accompanies the pain, your head still spinning from that defeated joy of being wallet drained and CBT'd. <<if $playerStamina <= 20>>The sensation of her brutalizing your balls is enough to make you ejaculate, you spurt your seed into your underwear. As you do, your eyes roll back, and you wonder in the soaking of pleasure to fabric, if $bullygf damaged any of your swimmers.<</if>> <<if $playerMoney > 159>> [[Again.|gyarucbt4]] <</if>> [[Tap out.|gyarucbttap]] <<set $playerMoney -= 80>> <<set $tribute += 90>>

<<gyarul>>"$160. How much is that total? Nearly $300? You could have bought a cheap escort with that. Too bad you balls might not work enough to fuck her after this."<</gyarul>> Crack! The whip of her knee to your boyhood has you doubling over. You gag from the pain, but you go knock-kneed from the trembling lewdness you feel on your abused woody. <<if $playerStamina <= 30>>The sensation of her brutalizing your balls is enough to make you ejaculate, you spurt your seed into your underwear. As you do, your eyes roll back, and you wonder in the soaking of pleasure to fabric, if $bullygf damaged any of your swimmers.<</if>> <<if $playerMoney > 319>> [[Again.|gyarucbt5]] <</if>> [[Tap out.|gyarucbttap]] <<set $playerMoney -= 160>> <<set $tribute += 160>>

<<set $playerMoney -= 320>>\ <<set $tribute += 320>>\ <<gyarul>>"$320. God you're pathetic. What guy pays to get his jewels smashed?"<</gyarul>> Whap! <<gyaru>>"How about one on the house?"<</gyaru>> She lets go of your wrist, and with a balled fist, punches your eggs like they're a speedbag. The tense and hot pain you feel on your left ball comes with it worry. But that worry is delicious. It makes you want to beg for one more. <<if $playerStamina <= 40>>The sensation of her brutalizing your balls is enough to make you ejaculate, you spurt your seed into your underwear. The pain of her abuse sullies much of the orgasm, making it a ruined, fitful and weak spurting. As you do, your eyes roll back, and you wonder in the soaking of pleasure to fabric, if $bullygf damaged any of your swimmers.<</if>> <<if $playerMoney > 639>> [[Again.|gyarucbt6]] <</if>> [[Tap out.|gyarucbttap]]

<<gyaru>>"$640. You could have bought a handy, fag. But you'd rather get a your pecker treated like a soccer ball, huh?"<</gyaru>> She shoves you against the brick wall of the school, trapping you between her and the school. The brick digs into your shoulder blades. Your head aches from the pain in your groin. <<if $playerQueen > 1>><<gyarul>>"I might get to sterilize a white boy today." $bullygf says with the most sexually excited voice you've ever heard her use.<</gyarul>><</if>> //WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!// She drives her knee into you several times. The full weight of her body is thrown onto that knee, with the school's wall as a back board for your balls to bounce off. They feel crushed flat, squeezed from both sides between a rock and a hard place. You gag and sputter, gasping for air that won't fill your lungs. Twitching and throbbing out squirts of pre into your underwear. The only thing holding you aloft is $bullygf's tits and her hold on your wrist. <<if $playerStamina <= 60>>The sensation of her brutalizing your balls is enough to make you ejaculate, you spurt your seed into your underwear. The pain of her abuse sullies much of the orgasm, making it a ruined, fitful and weak spurting. As you do, your eyes roll back, and you wonder in the soaking of pleasure to fabric, if $bullygf damaged any of your swimmers. She feels you orgasm and digs her knee in deep, squashing any sensation from your prick aside from the compressed, tummy-aching, mind-spinning and deliriously and deliciously painful CBT.<</if>> She lets you go, and you sink to your knees. As your form shivers, you instinctively try to protect your damaged groin with your palms. The bills of money she kicked from you are scattered around her feet and your legs. She picks them up with a merry and carefree attitude, sauntering off with not so much as a goodbye and nearly a thousand of your dollars. [[Continue.|Schoolexitg]] <<set $playerMoney -= 640>> <<set $tribute += 640>>

You spend the last few periods of school in the nurse's office with ice on your testicles. Thankfully no serious damage, but the red and swollen state $bullygf left them in makes your heart sink. <<nurse>>"Maybe you should come in for a fertility test sometime, $name! Just to make certain it's all okay."<</nurse>> [[Home.|room]]

<<if $playerStamina <= 30>> She begins giving you a slight handjob. A bit half-interested, as she alternates between scrolling through her phone and spooning cereal. You can't handle this! This is too much! You bite your lip, balling your feet and trying to hold on. It feels like you're lifting your own weight in a bench press with how much effort you're placing into not spitting up your seed immediately. The dichotomy between how calm and distracted she is and how intense this is for you is— You cum. Before you even know you're cumming you ejaculate. A curse slips from your lips along with a moan and an eye-fluttering orgasm. What little dick meat you have flexes and twitches, pretending it's pumping a woman with cum and shooting as 'deep and far' as it can. You're breeding after all, right? You're not getting a handy from your own mother, are you? As your body goes slack, you only just notice her mild annoyance, and where most of your cum landed. Her cereal bowl. The streaks of white laying across the cereal flakes and mixing with the milk to add a silvery-thick extra dollop. "$name, you need to let a lady know when you're going to, you know, make ickies! You got your yuckies all over my cereal, honey. I'm not eating that." She looks at her bowl and sighs, taking the spoon out slightly but then just letting it fall back in. <<mom>>"I guess it shoots out a lot quicker if the barrel is shorter, huh?" She says with a slight smile, regarding your peck with the same distance as she might a stranger.<</mom>> You pack yourself up and, taking her words to heart, consider just eating your cereal and scooting off to school. <<mom>>"Ah, nope! Let's switch, I'm not eating this stuff." <</mom>> She takes your bowl and hers, and swaps it, leaving you with the cummy food. You try to tell her you don't want to eat that either, it's gross! "So not only did you make mommy's breakfast a mess, you're talking back AND you're going to waste food? Someone is being a rebel today, huh?" She says with a disarming humor to her words. You look down at the bowl of frosted ick-flakes, and wince. [[Eat around the semen.]] [[Fuck it. You made it, you can eat it.]] <<else>> She begins giving you a slight handjob. A bit half-interested, as she alternates between scrolling through her phone and spooning cereal. The fact that she's so efficiently jerking you off while only paying you half the mind she should is hot in its own right. You feel on edge immediately, and begin chewing your lip, realizing how short this handjob is going to be. You feel like she's doing a minor chore, like the dishes, as she gives you a quick pull of your penis. The lack of interest in your small dick, and the touch of your Mom's hand to it has you hot under the collar in short order. Each stroke is far too fast, yet she barely puts in any effort. It takes your entire will not to bust. It's coming, and you try to warn her. But the shock is too much. Having to form words distracts you just for that second, and you nut. Surprising streaks of white spurt out across Mom's hand and her phone. <<mom>>"Gah! Wh... $name! Honey, look what you—"<</mom>> Through the dizzying haze of your orgasm, and her shock, you both notice your cum has done something unfortunate. It's only for a split second, but the warmth of your seed hit her phone screen, and flipped to her Twatter likes. Rows and rows of men stroking fat, thick poles toward the 'viewer'. Female POV porn, fit women. The works! [img[setup.img + 'morningphone.png']] Mom is quick to flip back to something normal, blustering away as she wipes her wrist and phone off. <<mom>>"A little w-warning next time okay? Geez!"<</mom>> You try to mutter an apology, taken aback by how quick that, was what secret you unveiled. It's school time, so you clean up the jizz on your prick and get ready to leave... [[Continue.|schoolstart]] <</if>>

You eat with a picky and discerning slowness, and Mom merely laughs and shakes her head. She finishes up your cereal in no time. While you're still fighting for the unspoiled bits, she reminds you that she loves you, pecks your cheek, and goes to get dressed for work. [[Continue.|schoolstart]]

Wanting to just get this done and dusted, you quickly eat everything indiscriminately. Haste drives your actions, but even then, you catch a few fleeting tastes of your own cum mixed in with the sugar and milk. The texture of it, heavy and viscous, lays on your tongue awkwardly. In no time you're done. Mom looks at you with an approving, and almost aroused, glare. She reminds you that she loves you, pecks your cheek, and urges you off to school. [[Continue.|schoolstart]]

<<if $hasGyarutitspic is true>>\ [[Jerk off to her tits.|gpe1tits]] <</if>>\ <<if $hasGyaruhandpic is true>>\ [[Jerk off to her hands.|gpe1hands]] <</if>>\ <<if $hasGyarufeetpic is true>>\ [[Jerk off to her feet.|gpe1feet]] <</if>>\ <<if $hasGyarupitspic is true>>\ [[Jerk off to her armpits.|gpe1armpits]] <</if>>\ <<if $hasGyarupussypic is true>>\ [[Jerk off to her pussy.|gpe1pussy]] <</if>>\ <<return>>

<<if $hasGyarutitspic is true>>\ [[Jerk off to her tits.|gpe2tits]] <</if>>\ <<if $hasGyaruhandpic is true>>\ [[Jerk off to her hands.|gpe2hands]] <</if>>\ <<if $hasGyarufeetpic is true>>\ [[Jerk off to her feet.|gpe2feet]] <</if>>\ <<if $hasGyarupitspic is true>>\ [[Jerk off to her armpits.|gpe2armpits]] <</if>>\ <<if $hasGyarupussypic is true>>\ [[Jerk off to her pussy.|gpe2pussy]] <</if>>\ <<return>>

An easy to make choice, jerking off to $bullygf 's tits. You can make out some details of hers, and being her schoolmate makes it so much more intimate. Hidden behind her vest and schoolshirt, they looked huge. Tightly compressed, too, which only leads you to believe they are even bigger than that. [img[setup.img + 'gyarutitspic.png']] You winder if she's ever given a titjob. Holding your little prick between two fingers and pulling it up at the picture. You imagine that you'd get lost in her cleavage. But she'd never let you do that. You bust to the reality of your denial. <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<if $playerStamina >= 65>> <<set $playerStamina -= 2>> <<else>> ''You've become resistant to this method, you should see the nurse.'' <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <</if>>

Something about $bullygf's hand is enthralling. The soft palm, the slender and elegant fingers tipped with such garish and long nails. Maybe she wouldn't use her whole hand. Could she even? You look to your two-fingered tug and realize this is what $bullygf would naturally resort to. Maybe she could help you with the nurse's training. That notion gets you going, resulting in a happy orgasm for some happy fantasies. [img[setup.img + 'gyaruhand.png']] <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<if $playerStamina >= 65>> <<set $playerStamina -= 2>> <<else>> ''You've become resistant to this method, you should see the nurse.'' <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <</if>>

This just feels right. Jerking off to $bullygf 's feet. It feels good. Humping your hand like a dog while you stare at her soles. It's hard to call what you're doing a hump though, two fingers. It's definitely a tug. But you yank at your worm with all your might, devoted to her soles and toes. [img[setup.img + 'gyarufeet.png']] In no time your cumming, reminding yourself how feet are closer to pussy for you than pussy is. <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<if $playerStamina >= 65>> <<set $playerStamina -= 2>> <<else>> ''You've become resistant to this method, you should see the nurse.'' <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <</if>> <<if $playerTherapist >= 3>> <<set $feetCounter += 1>> <</if>>

You aren't exactly sure, but submitting to $bullygf 's armpits feels safe. It feels like it's "for you", something that is on your level. Something a beta deserves. [img[setup.img + 'gyarupits.png']] Stewing in thoughts of inferiority and submission but it's hard to thrust up into only two fingers. You can hear her biting words now. <<gyarul>>"Are you really getting off to my armpit sweat you fuck?"<</gyarul>> The thought of her holding your head under her arm gets you going, and it's not long before you're shooting up the white flag of defeat. <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<if $playerStamina >= 65>> <<set $playerStamina -= 2>> <<else>> ''You've become resistant to this method, you should see the nurse.'' <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <</if>> <<if $playerTherapist is 5>> <<set $armpitCounter += 1>> <</if>>

You cannot see a damn thing, and yet, you're still stroking off. Pulling and staring at that black box. It covers the entire screen, so you haven't a clue how close up the picture is. It must be right next to her pussy. Your fantasy, of this black box, is not sex. But doing just what you're doing now, except 'for real'. Kneeling between $bullygf's legs and making tuggies. Daring not to even assume you can penetrate. [img[setup.img + 'gyarupuss.png']] You nut with haste and satisfaction. Wondering about $bullygf 's folds. <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<if $playerStamina >= 65>> <<set $playerStamina -= 2>> <<else>> ''You've become resistant to this method, you should see the nurse.'' <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <</if>>

$bullygf's breasts shouldn't be seen by you. In fact, you wonder if this picture is too revealing. Whatever that devilish and sadistic silence in your mind that drives you to such thoughts plucks on your strings hard today. As you do your one-finger diddle, you turn your head away, looking at $bullygf's tits only sidelong. [img[setup.img + 'gyarutitspic.png']] The self denial brings orgasm about quicker than you'd imagined. <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<set $playerStamina -= 2>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>>

Something about $bullygf's hand feels safe. The soft palm, the slender and elegant fingers tipped with such garish and long nails. This hand that has taken so much from you. You wish she were flipping you off, or holding your money. Maybe you should beg her for a picture of her middle finger. [img[setup.img + 'gyaruhand.png']] You look down to your one fingered rubby and shudder. The fantasy of her stroking you to orgasm with just her middle finger, rolling up and down the underside of your little dick, hissing all those mean words to your ear. Faster than you could imagine, an orgasm comes. You make sure to open your eyes and focus on her hand and nails. You want every detail to be locked in. <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<set $playerStamina -= 2>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>>

$bullygf's feet and making wimps cum is a classic combination. Like rum and coke. Except she's the hard, mean, adult 'drink', and you're the soft, bubbly sissy she steps on. [img[setup.img + 'gyarufeet.png']] Rubbing away at your clit-stick with one finger makes you feel like a real loser. And that's what you do, you lose to $bullygf's feet. <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<set $playerStamina -= 2>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>> <<if $playerTherapist >= 3>> <<set $feetCounter += 1>> <</if>>

$bullygf 's armpits need some appreciation, some worship. [img[setup.img + 'gyarupits.png']] You consider the delicious, sweat-slick folds of her underarm. Appreciate the slight stubble, and wonder what it would be like unshaven. It doesn't matter if you don't like one or the other. It doesn't matter if you have a preference for shaven or unshaven. What matters is she needs devotion. [img[setup.img + 'gyarupits.png']] And you bring her that devotion with a grunting, one-fingered jizz. When you look down and realize it only took a single finger, you're surprised... <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<set $playerStamina -= 2>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>> <<if $playerTherapist is 5>> <<set $armpitCounter += 1>> <</if>>

You cannot see a damn thing. Good. You don't want to see it. That black box covers the entire screen, there is nothing but denial. Denial and defeat. Some part of you hopes you never in your life see $bullygf's pussy. [img[setup.img + 'gyarupuss.png']] As you do your one-fingie wimpy strokes, you don't fantasize at all. You should be in the same room with $bullygf when making your icky. You don't fantasize, you immerse yourself in your act, sexualizing masturbation as your form of sex. Sexualizing this solo wimpy stroke as how you should be interacting with a girl like $bullygf. And that has you making little white droplets on your phone screen in no time. <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<set $playerStamina -= 2>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>>

Of course you saved the picture of your girlfriend's pussy. Even if it isn't quite visible. Your imagination helps you along. It's a fantasy you've had countless other times. Your first encounter with $gfname. Getting atop her, sliding yourself in. You fantasize about how you'll take her, how you'll make her feel like she's yours! Yeah! You'll fuck her like a man does. As soon as you can actually see her pussy... As you look at the big black box of nothing, you hope you'll be able to see what you're feeling. Whatever it feels like in there... [img[setup.img + 'gyarupuss.png']] It's a satisfying orgasm to have, and it makes you feel closer to $gfname. <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>>

You want to dedicate another orgasm to $gfname's pussy. You can't see it, but you can still adore it. Except as you fantasize, it isn't about fucking her. The vision of getting between her legs and nutting before finding your way in keeps plaguing you. As hard as it is to shove aside, it arouses you deeply. Some lewd, enthralling panic that you might not have the stamina to keep up with her. [img[setup.img + 'gyarupuss.png']] As you rub the one finger along the underside of your diminutive phallus, it's that idea that tips you over the edge. Thankfully it's just a fantasy... <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<set $playerStamina -= 2>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>>

Of course, you saved the picture of your girlfriend's pussy. Even if it isn't quite visible. Your imagination helps you along. It's a fantasy you've had countless other times. Your first encounter with $gfname. Getting atop her, sliding yourself in. For a moment you have some concerns about if you'll last long enough. If you'll make her cum before you bust. The nervousness is exciting, and as you employ the nurse's two-finger method, your edge approaches faster than you expect. [img[setup.img + 'gyarupuss.png']] You try to hold out, for that black box. For $gfname's sake. But you bust. <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<if $playerStamina >= 65>> <<set $playerStamina -= 2>> <<else>> ''You've become resistant to this method, you should see the nurse.'' <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <</if>>

Walking up to her after school feels like a drug deal. The energy is completely different, anticipation buzzing in your lungs as you hang on her every look and word. Casually she puts some hair behind her ear, eying you up a moment. <<gyaru>>"You take the bus right?"<</gyaru>> Yes, you are a bus kid. <<gyaru>>"Figures. I'll drive. Let's go."<</gyaru>> You follow her, trying to be as unobtrusive or difficult as possible, settling into her expensive-looking car curled up like a pillbug in the passenger's side. <<gyaru>>"You look like you're about to collapse, are you fucking good?" She turns the key, and immediately pop music starts blaring, which she doesn't turn down. <</gyaru>> It's only after you've handed $bullygf the money and sat in the car are you reminded of the weight around your groin. You're in a chastity cage. And, as the car starts and pulls onto the road, you get hard. The cage strains itself against your cock, reminding you of your foolishness and keeping you cramped and half-hard. With a slight strain to your voice, you tell $bullygf you can't do it today. <<gyaru>>"Huh? Nervous? You already handed over the cash and you're in my car. There isn't any going back."<</gyaru>> You plead with her to give you a refund, but she mockingly wiggles the bills out of your reach. The way she casually one-hands your money while holding the steering wheel steady makes you both a bit nervous and aroused. <<gyaru>>"No refunds, idiot, this isn't Macy's and you don't have a receipt."<</gyaru>> She pulls up her car to a house. Two stories, with a driveway, gated yard, and trees. It was the pretty, expensive sort of house rich kids lived in. It makes you balk at just how lavish it is compared to the apartment your mom struggles to pay the rent on. You gave a thousand dollars to this girl, vital for you and pocket change for her. And, she probably doesn't even know. She probably doesn't even care. Finally, your last chance to make her budge is as she pulls into her driveway. You admit you're in a chastity cage. <<gyaru>>"No fucking way. Are you serious? Are you dumb?" <</gyaru>> She breaks into a stupendously demeaning laugh. Each ear-ringing cackle makes you shrink further against your shoulders. <<gyaru>>"Lemme see."<</gyaru>> Thinking this will convince her, you do a quick check out of the car window before undoing your pants and flashing her your cage. It looks so meek, so sad, straining against your balls as a captive erection tries to assert itself. She flicks your nuts and chuckles. <<gyaru>>"Sucks to suck, should have asked mommy for the key, huh? Or was it Ms. Patterson who holds for you, limpdick?"<</gyaru>> You ask her again, pleading for your cash back, trying to explain to her how much that was. How hard it was to scrape together. <<gyaru>>"Why is that my fault? Like, if you go to the shooting range and your gun is all locked up, how's it the range's fault? You paid your time, loser, and this is what you get."<</gyaru>> A heartbroken groan, quivering with a sigh, leaves your lips. Watching the hard-earned money flop over her fingers. Your tip cries a small dab of precum, leaking from your swollen and needy cage. <<gyaru>>$bullygf gives your junk the middle finger, "Get fucked. Well, you might as well come in and watch what I was going to show you."<</gyaru>> [[Continue.|gyaruchashandy3]]

You gulp and with a bit of anxious anticipation and discomfort both building up. Doing as she says leaves you waiting around her as she locks the car like a puppy off the leash but too afraid to run. She takes you inside and the interior is much like the exterior. Soft, earthy-toned tiles and fixtures of a modern home, with an open concept. You and her take your shoes off in the entryway. Their living room, you realize, is easily two-thirds the size of your apartment. A massive TV sits watch over the couch, a trophy to their conquest of capital gains. <<gyaru>>"You want to waste your time watching cartoons on that thing, or come blow your load, loser?" She calls from a few steps up the nearby stairs, watching you gawk at their appliances.<</gyaru>> You nod and scurry along, the cage making each step a chore. Her bedroom is almost comically girly. You can't tell if it is a compliment or clash to her tomboyish, yet also garish, appearance at school. She takes off her blazer and sets it aside, turning on the sizeable TV in her room, wall mounted. She flicks to an input channel. She gets a towel and lays it on the bed, and adjusts her pillows so they can be leaned against and she can sit up. She gathers lube, then the pink, semi-translucent pocketpussy, jiggly and wiggly in all its silicone wonder. <<gyaru>>"This would have been your date tonight if you weren't all locked up. Guess she'll be missing out. Wanna kiss her goodbye?"<</gyaru>> She jiggles to vaguely pussy-like entrance at you and it's with a painful groan you realize it's not black-bar'd, but it is pixelized. [img[setup.img + 'pocketpuss.png']] She throws it onto the quilt with a flop, sighing in pretend frustration. <<gyaru>>"Guess it'll just be home movie night. Get your pants off though, I want something from you."<</gyaru>> [[Continue.|gyaruchashandy4]]

With only a modicum of shyness, you strip and present your stiff, tugging cage. She chuckles at in, still amazed you could be so pathetic. <<gyaru>>"Let me take a picture for a friend, your face won't be in it."<</gyaru>> $bullygf doesn't give a fuck if you do or don't want to star in her own little femdom caption for Snapchat. She takes a photo of your groin, and your cage's twitching tip right in the center. The only other thing in frame is her right hand, exended forward and flipping your trapped dick off. The grin that flashes across her face as the camera clicks and she gets ready to tap out the caption across it. [img[setup.img + 'chasfinger.png']] "Good, c'mon the bed now. Up, up." She sits up on the bed, leaning up against the pillows, tapping on her phone. She spreads her legs, and puts something on the TV - a video played remotely from her phone. The black of no input shifts to a blurry grey of a paused frame. When you mount the bed, she wraps her arms around you in a hug. Her heavy tits press to your chest. She taps play on her phone and the video begins. Simultaneously, down slides her hand to your balls. The first minute of the video isn't anything important, and that's fine, you get to fully admire her holding you. It feels so nice, her breathing causing her heavy chest to rise and fall, slow gentle pats to your nuts beginning. [[Continue.|gyaruchashand5]]

It's her, from a sideways angle, stripping. You realize quickly it's set in this very bedroom! She is in some casual wear, just a tank top, bra, and sweatpants. There is some indistinct muttering but you know for a fact it's her boyfriend. She grins and laughs a bit, pulling off her shirt and then bra. Her chest is similarly toned to the rest of her deliciously tanned body, you know that much. Sadly, the blur of the pixelated bra turns to a stark and restrictive black bar. Her boyfriend comes up along behind her, groping her tits, massaging the black bars, while another hand goes down her sweatpants. You wish so bad you could be doing that, to slip your fingers into her pussy, even if you can't see it. You're immobilized, transfixed, on her getting willingly molested and felt up like a piece of meat. She wants him, and she'll never want you that way. Right as you think that her arm snakes across your chest, hugging you tight, and her slapping ticks up a beat. <<gyaru>>"I think he rawdogs my puss in this one. I'm on the pill though. Stretched out my cunt with his hog real good. You know when they say shit like 'Oh he blew my back out,’ 'Oh I couldn't walk straight... "<</gyaru>> The video continues, her boyfriend slipping down his pants to reveal that 'hog' as she said. He's huge, and when you realize how huge he is, your pitiful dick throbs in submission to its greater size. His body is broader and better. He is just better. And the same girl you tributed hundreds of dollars to for petty sexual favors is giving up everything for him. She crawls up on the bed. Her ass, you wish you could even say what it's like aside from round, is blurred with pixels. Your vision flickers as she sways invitingly at him, her pussy in frame for just a half-second before her cheeks hide it again. Of course, you only know this by the black bar that appears there. He mounts her, looming over her and holding her head down, slipping his cock in and she croaks a whorish moan, looking at him with lust and a love-struck glance you've never made anyone feel. <<gyaru>>"Oh yeah, they don't play when they say shit like that," she whispers to your ear, which produces a groan from you.<</gyaru>> Their fucking gets more intense, wet and firm plapping ringing out. And it does, so does the whapping at your nuts. The pain beginning to increase and shift into pleasure. The soreness is delicious, providing the stimulation you can't offer yourself. Each flinch comes with it a little, wimpy moan. <<gyaru>>"And you ain't ever going to fuck like he fucks, unless you wear a strap-on."<</gyaru>> In the foreground, she curls and splays out her bare, pink-painted toes. It's surprisingly intense! Perhaps its the denial of the cage, or seeing these sights, these sounds, feeling her whisper in your ear with such truths. Whatever it is, it feels seductive and warm. You moan and whimper, half excited that you're going to spurt, half mad with denial. <<if $playerStamina <= 30>> [[Continue.|gyaruchashand6pe]] <<else>> [[Continue.|gyaruchashand6offer]] <</if>>

The firm plapping of her hand to your balls is too much, with a surprised and concerned moan you feel your balls shrink close to your body as you orgasm. Fitful little spurts of semen rush from the holes of your cage. <<gyaru>>"Gross! You came!" She calls, continuing her pats to make sure the orgasm is as full as possible. Her voice carries with it some amused arousal.<</gyaru>> The pleasure you feel is a frail, but delirious sort. A ruined orgasm but striking in just submissive the context of its arrival is. <<gyaru>>"Done?" She asks, pulling her hand back. "Good."<</gyaru>> Before your drained body can react, she gets her messy palm up over your head and rubs out all the lukewarm cum onto your head. <<gyaru>>"Get dressed, and get the fuck out."<</gyaru>> She nudges you off the bed, and keeps urging you out until you shuffle out the front door. She refuses any pleading to let you go wash up. Your pants and boxers were sticky and gross with jizzz, and so is your head. You had the amazing decision of figuring out what piece of clothing or item you'd brush the semen up with. After a difficult choice, that problem is solved. Then comes the realization you don't have a ride home and mom is either asleep or on a shift. You shuffle idly to the edge of the driveway, onto the sidewalk. Dazed, reeling, and lost. Was it worth it? [[Continue.|room]]

<<gyaru>>"Tell you what. $200 bucks, right now, and I'll milk you."<</gyaru>> Milk you? <<gyaru>>"Yeah, prostate milking."<</gyaru>> Finger your ass? She can't be serious. But the salacious look on her lips tells you she isn't playing around. <<gyaru>>"It's not an uncommon request for guys with little dicks. Or guys in cages. You didn't pay for a pegging, probably can't afford it, but maybe this will let you cum. So, got the cash or nah?"<</gyaru>> <<if $playerMoney >= 199>> [[Accept.|gyaruhandychas7a]] <</if>> [[Decline.|gyaruhandychas7d]]

<<gyaru>>"Good, get on all fours like a good puppy, and face the TV. Watch a real man have sex while I fingerbang your ass like you're an easy girl behind the bleachers."<</gyaru>> The very notion has you shuddering, and you shuffle out from her lap to do as she says, get on all fours. Your hands and knees sink to the bed a little bit, and a tremble refuses to leave your body. She flicks the video forward, showing you her boyfriend hitting backshots on you with the fury of a man breeding his bitch. The bitch you're being fingered by. Her hand, and her long nails, grasp along your left hip. Suddenly you worry a moment about those nails digging into you, but it is too late! There was pain already! A slight pinch, and the feeling of something entering you. It's odd, small. A slight penetration. It had to just be one finger, and after the quick flash of pain, you feel fine. A little good even. As $bullygf slides her finger in deeper, you don't quite feel a direct pleasure as much as an odd sort of tingling. A body-pleasure that has your stiff penis sparkling with elation. <<gyaru>>"That's just one finger. This is how it would feel for your girlfriend if you ever fucked her. Maybe even less. It's not much huh? Go on, say it. Say it's not much. Tell me you need more."<</gyaru>> The pressure, and the rough slap to your hip, make you yip. She was right, you could take more. But looking down past your chest and to your exposed cage, you wonder for a moment if that's really how $gfname would feel. That's... nothing. You're bigger than a finger, right? <<gyaru>>"Well?"<</gyaru>> Another slap gets you focused. And her single finger curls down, her long nail completely unfelt, and presses deep to your prostate. A sensation like you need to pee comes with the same buzz as an orgasm passing through your cock. But nothing comes of it. You go from hardly close to an edge, to feeling the physical stimulation of fluid passing, without the orgasm. You need more. A single finger isn't enough. It isn't enough by a country mile. You ask her for a second finger. <<gyaru>>"Beg for it."<</gyaru>> The words spill from your lips, and you throw your head back, wincing at the strange and new feeling but loving her enthusiastic fingering. <<gyaru>>"That's a good bitch."<</gyaru>> Her finger retreats, and two return. So does that pain, but it's gone even quicker now, especially seeing as she hooks down on your sissy g-spot, pressing down on your swollen prostate in short pumps. Each of her motions is timed well with what's on screen, watching her get her back blown out syncing with the feeling of you being fingered. Your back arches like hers does, feeling 'something' coming. Something about it all makes you let go, and you give into that strange feeling between your legs. And when you do, you cum. But it isn't a male orgasm. It isn't the orgasm $bullygf's boyfriend is having on screen. It isn't a man hard an ejaculating. It's a feminine, demure, sissy-cum. A wimpy waste of your seed to the bedsheets, squirting like a bitch in heat as your hole is fingerbanged. All to the tune of your findom laughing, you can hear the joy in her voice during your moment of clarity. <<gyarul>>"I can't believe you actually came! Nice one, faggot."<</gyarul>> [[Continue.|gyaruhandchas7exit]] <<set $playerMoney -= 200>>

<<gyaru>>"Then suffer."<</gyaru>> Her ballbusting of your submissive testes continues for the entire length of the time you bought. Several instances bring you close to orgasm, especially with her whispering commentary in your ear. But at no point do you do anything more than drool pre-cum all over her palms. As the hour draws to a close, and the homemade sex tapes ends, $bullygf sighs and nudges you off her bed. <<gyaru>>"Better luck next time. You took too long to cum. Maybe you should see a doctor about that."<</gyaru>> [[Continue.|gyaruhandchas7exit]]

Dazed and confused from the encounter, you feel your jelly legs struggle to hold you upright. <<gyaru>>"Get dressed, and get the fuck out."<</gyaru>> She nudges you off the bed, and keeps urging you out until you shuffle out the front door. $bullygf closes it behind you with only a faux-enthused wave goodbye. Then comes the realization you don't have a ride home and mom is either asleep or on a shift. You shuffle idly to the edge of the driveway, onto the sidewalk. Dazed, reeling, and lost. Was it worth it? [[Continue.|room]]

<<set $momStat += 10>>\ Mom spends a lot of the workday standing. What better way to comfort her than kneeling beside your mother and tending to her tired feet? While she's on the couch, you greet her, a little nervous about what you're going to do. <<if $playerTherapist is 4>>You wonder a moment if Ms. Patterson's training has made you more hungry for this chance.<</if>> <<mom>>"Hey, honey. Do you mind rubbing my feet? It's been kind of a long day."<</mom>> You nod with eagerness, having visited for that very reason. She already leans over to peel her socks off. She smiles warmly and watches the look on your face as she slowly, and sensually, peels them up. Folding the ankle sock upon itself bit by bit, teasing you. Each rolling of the fabric makes the used, well-worn socks bundle up more, and exposing more of her wrinkled and matured soles. You find the moisture in your mouth fade, and your arousal spikes, when she finally tugs them off. <<mom>>"Hah! It's like a little strip tease, huh?" She jokes. More right than she realizes.<</mom>> With happy surprise, you notice she's freshly painted her nails a light red. She splays her toes and wiggles them at you. The motion of them brings delight to your chest, shortening your breath. You've massaged her feet before, so your technique is a little more advanced. Kneeling before Mom is natural, and looking up at her while she focuses on the TV for a moment makes you feel funny in the best way. <<mom>>"Good job! That feels lovely. Don't ever let anyone tell you that you don't know how to please a woman. Well, at least when it comes to her feet."<</mom>> The sly comment cuts through you, but it only envigorates your efforts. The pleasure of getting to knead and massage her feet provides a both sexual and emotional satisfaction. Mom laments to you the woes of her shift, and you return with some commiserating about the difficulties of school. <<if $playerTherapist is 4>>While you continue to run your grasp from the ball of her feet to the heel, all the times you've jerked off to feet come flooding back.<</if>> <<mom>>"Hm, I guess doing this with my socks off is like seeing me nude, huh? You know, with the censor chip and all!" She smiles innocently at you.<</mom>> You hadn't really thought of it, but you find yourself nodding in quiet agreement. <<mom>>"I hope you're not just doing this fishing for a little sexy time with my feet. I can't see if your peck is hard but I bet it is~" She says playfully, a happy lilt up in her tone.<</mom>> The foot you aren't massaging rides up your thigh. She presses deeply and rubs your groin with her toes. <<if $chastity is false>><<mom>>"There's the little guy! He's always hiding." She chuckles with a soft and caring tone, but the words come with a heavily demeaning weight..<</mom>><<else>><<mom>>"Aww, do we have a little prisoner tonight? Well, all the better that you're giving mommy a foot rub knowing there won't be a reward for your lil woody."<</mom>><</if>> You rub her feet until your hands hurt, your thumbs and fingers sore with the work. Part of you really is waiting for her to offer you a reward. But knowing you're subservient to her, she seems to be milking it. Eventually, though, she sighs and stretches. <<mom>>"Well, that feels way better. How about a little thank you now? Wanna give them a few sniffs? Maybe take my socks for later? Or 'the real deal'?"<</mom>> Hearing those words, watching your mother search your face to see if you'd rather blow ropes against her soles or run away like a scared boy and hump her socks, it's intense, to say the least. She waggles her used socks at you, having taken them off earlier. [[Take the socks.]] <<if $chastity is false>> [[Get a footjob.|momfj3]] <<else>> [[Get a footjob.|momfjchas]] <</if>> [[Sniff her feet.|momsniff]]

<<mom>>"I know you're locked up, but maybe a little love from your two favorite girls will make chastity time easier?"<</mom>> You nod, lowering your pants and $underwear to expose your chastity cage. It's tight, especially because you're so hard. Considering her warm smile she thinks it's cute, and with a sudden strike, whaps your balls. It's not painful, but you do feel it. She puts her toes down on your exposed marbles and pats them. Pat-pat-pat. Each plap of your eggs makes you gasp, which only just encourages her. She finds a rhythm, tip-tapping her feet against your cage and nuts. <<mom>>"Feels good? Any touch must be nice under lock and key!"<</mom>> <<if $playerStamina < 10>> You feel a flutter on your eyes, and you hold onto it. The resonating feeling of pleasure, meager as it is, grows. Each delicate foot-kick is like a droplet in a pond, rippling waves of arousal circling out from your hardened cock. And then, after one last kick, you jizz in your cage. White spurts out in half-blocked jets as the lip of cage blocks your seed. It isn't so bad, not like that sperm was going to do anything but soak into your underwear. <<mom>>"Wow... I didn't expect that, huh." Mom blinks, stopping her kicks. "Uhm, well, I guess it's bedtime then."<</mom>> She stands, ruffling your hair, patting your cheek with her swaying hip, and leaving you in the glow of the TV. After a few minutes alone you scuttle to bed. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<else>> You feel a flutter in your eyes, and you try to hold onto it. The resonating feeling of pleasure, meager as it is, grows. Each delicate foot-kick is like a droplet in a pond, rippling waves of arousal circling out from your hardened cock. Eventually, Mom stops, and you gulp, looking down at your reddened and whipped eggs. <<mom>>"Oof, sorry, honey. I didn't think they'd get so red! I hope you can get to bed with them like that."<</mom>> She stands, ruffling your hair, patting your cheek with her swaying hip and leaving you in the glow of the TV. After a few minutes alone you scuttle to bed. [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>>

The two of you work in tandom to ready yourselves. She helps pull down your PJs, and you flip out of your underwear. Tall and proud, as tall as it can be, your hard on strings forth. <<mom>>"Look how excited he is! He knows he's going to get some tonight."<</mom>> She descends upon your diminutive phallus with her soles, overshadowing them. She clutches them between her toes and begins to pump with haste. <<if $playerStamina < 30>> <<mom>>"Only a quickie toni—"<</mom>> Mom gasps and so do you. Something about that word, 'quickie'. You begin orgasming. Spurts of semen desperately erupt from your prick-tip as you work your hips against her toes. The shock of your sudden and immediate orgasm made her stop moving her feet, ruining your premature spunk. You groan with a bit of disappointment, riding that muddled feeling of a spoiled orgasm. The only consolation is you got to put your seed on her soles. <<mom>>"Wow! Whoops. Didn't know you were so pent up, sweetie."<</mom>> She casually wipes your nut over your shirt and PJ pants. <<mom>>"Okay, get yourself cleaned up, and get into bed, mister! Clearly, your little guy can only handle a little bit of big boy time, huh?"<</mom>> She stands with a laugh, patting your head and leaving you kneeling there. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $corruption +=1>> <<else>> <<mom>>"Only a quickie tonight, love. Momma has a shift early tomorrow."<</mom>> Her need to get this over with is elaborated on by her heightened pace, stroking rapidly along what little length you have. Wanting to get some feeling of masculinity, you grasp gently at her ankles. But as you try to take control, you feel your willpower eroded by her lovely, swift-moving soles. She rolls the soles of her feet along your sensitive dicklet until finally, you're creaming against your mother's feet, moaning like a girl from her footjob. When the orgasm and panting subsides, she withdraws herself. With those socks she removed, she cleans off her feet, bundling them up now that they are mucky. <<mom>>"Good? I'm going to head to bed, little guy."<</mom>> She stands, ruffling your hair, patting your cheek with her swaying hip, and leaving you in the glow of the TV. After a few minutes alone you scuttle to bed. [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>>

<<mom>>"Wanna do some sniffs? Okay! I read online some boys like you enjoy that. I figure it would be a nice treat."<</mom>> She waggles her toes. <<mom>>"Long day at work standing up in boots has made them pretty ripe, so perfect for a guy like you!"<</mom>> You nod, gulping, not quite knowing what to expect. With a ginger disposition, you lean forward further until you're hardly a centimeter from the bottom of her soles. With a few tentative sniffs you find your psyche wracked with pervasive, subtle notes of feminine foot sweat. The scent is invasive and strong, one you've picked up on from her socks and shoes in the past. It's deeply settled in with the sexual in your mind, and the amplification of such a submissive, sexually degrading act isn't lost on your prick. Your little dicky is twitching urgently, pumping little spurts of pre-cum into your $underwear. <<if $playerStamina < 30>> The scent is overpowering. You try to hold off, but holding off only makes it more urgent. An edge strikes you with a sniff. And another has you riding it. With how you're gasping and trembling, it's quite clear something is wrong. <<mom>>"You okay sweetie?"<</mom>> Now that she's noticed, her eyes on you, and your nose huffing your own Mom's foot-stink. That's enough. It's enough to have you orgasming. The spurting sound is nearly silent, but audible enough for both of you. Not to mention the sticky and dark patch you're making between your legs. A wimpy little moan comes out as you savor the scent of your mother's feet, and try not to be too crushed by the heavy reality of the situation. <<mom>>"Aww, are you making sticky white stuff? I didn't know you were so sensitive!" Mom chuckles, covering her mouth. "Gosh, you better be careful. If a few whiffs gets you going, what's going to happen when that chip is turned off."<</mom>> She stands, ruffling your hair, patting your cheek with her swaying hip and leaving you in the glow of the TV. After a few minutes alone you scuttle to bed. <<else>> Something about having earned the chance to huff Mom's feet drives you forward. You inhale her stench further, breathing and whiffing at her with undo neediness. She snickers, from the tickling feeling of your exhales and from your demeanor. <<mom>>"Like a little puppy, aww! You going to lick them next?"<</mom>> In your horny, delirious state, you take that as an order. Your tongue lashes out, rolling across her toes and soles. A surprised breath marks her shock as you do, waggling her painted digits against your face. As aroused as you are, as much as you feel like might be able to, no orgasm arrives. When you stop to catch yourself and recoup, Mom stands. <<mom>>"That's enough for tonight, doggie. Why don't you go over to your kennel and sleep for the night?"<</mom>> She mutters something to herself as she stands, and it's enough to make her laugh too, whatever it was. She saunters off to bed and shortly after you do too. <</if>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $corruption += 2>>

The smile your therapist has comes with the enticing lure the light on an anglerfish provides. Instead of sitting at her desk today, Ms. Patterson lingered by the unused couch tucked to her office's wall. It was a comfort for students who were telling her their woes, not trainees in her apparent female supremacy regiment. <<therapist>>"Don't bother taking a seat, $name. You won't be needing one today."<</therapist>> The curl of her features is sharp with the devious plan for your body she seems to be working toward. She bends her finger at you a few times, urging you forward until you're stood before her. You notice she has a laptop tucked under her arm. <<therapist>>"Lay on the couch, with your face up to the ceiling. And don't move."<</therapist>> Is she going to...? No, she'd never. Banish the thought. She'd never sit on you. You obey her command, getting as relaxed as possible on the sofa. The always-present tension of being in her office isn't assuaged one bit. You turn to ask her what is next when you're met with her pulling off her pencil skirt. The tight black garment falls to her ankles and she kicks it off, leaving her lower half only in pantyhose and heels. No skirt. And more importantly, no panties. Confused blurs occasionally flicker into a full black box, Ms. Patteron's snatch mere inches from your face but no detail can be seen. The scent, however, is a fragrance decidedly and undeniably female, granting you a heady arousal. [img[setup.img + 'facesit.gif']] <<therapist>>"Today, you will be my seat. I suppose you've earned it, doing what I ask week after week. More importantly, it will be good for your spirits. A boy such as yourself needs to get comfortable with being 'beneath' a woman. Figuratively and physically."<</therapist>> Her little speech ends with the graceful and sudden mounting of your face. Spinning around, the therapist eclipses the light of the room with her thick and round ass cheeks, blotting out the ceiling lamp. The dark sheer pantyhose feels soft to your skin, smothering you in womanly flesh and serene fabric. Your hands instinctively reach for her thighs to push her off, air becoming a much-needed commodity between her cheeks. <<therapist>>"Bah! Hands off. Breathe steadily and through your nose. You've got an hour to go yet, $name. And I intend to get some work done."<</therapist>> Trying to murmur out words of refutation only has you draining in more of her scent. More than that, the slick kiss of her concealed netherlips grace your nose and mouth and give you pause. Even with your chest abuzz with the demand for fresh oxygen, you take a second to admire the feeling. There, pressed to your face snug like a pillow, is Ms. Patteron's pussy and asshole. You can't see either seeing as you're smothered, but you wouldn't be able to anyway. Your imagination conjures up a vision, fed from what scattered memories you could draw from before your chip, of her cunt. The idea of it, as you gasp for breath, becomes clearer with each passing meeting of your skin with her hose. The sight of the fabric's seam along her labia. The thicker bit of fabric there, the triangle that concealed her a bit and granted the area more strength. And her precious pussy, so close and yet so far. An item you may be made to kiss, serve and worship. But never penetrate. That is clear. This is the most you deserve, and she is instructing you on your place. Your floundering hardly catches her attention. As your breathing settles into a rhythm of sorts, long drags of air filtered with musky pussy fog, the sounds of her typing become apparent. She shifts precious little, allowing you no light nor freedom from beneath her ass, forced to play seat-cushion to her backside as if you were nothing more than a stuffed pillow. The weight of her on your head and neck isn't as awful as you might expect, the padding of her butt providing you some small mercy from her heft. The feeling of her legs laid across yours is comforting in a way, the feel of her pantyhose occasionally making itself known across your school pants. <<if $playerStamina >= 65>> [[Continue.|stage13a]] <<else>> [[Continue.|stage13b]] <</if>> <<set $corruption += 5>>

<<therapist>>"You've been such a good boy-seat. I think you've earned a bit of grinding from my feet. What do you say?"<</therapist>> The idea sounds amazing! Your overactive imagination begins immediately spinning webs of the feeling and sight of her feet. Stuck between the sensory deprivation cheeks of her ass, your mind glitters with the conceived appearance of her feet. The touch of her toes, slightly curled, trace up your shins and past your kneecaps, meeting on your inner thighs. The muttering of your lips with stifled, half-reasoned words inadvertently tease her nethers. She returns the favor with her feet, bringing your prick to its full but stunted length. Wordlessly, as to not spoil it, she unbuttons and unzips your trousers. Out wiggles your worm, and its quickly caressed between her soles. Light, unbothered strokes of her soles play at your exposed and willing meat. The feeling is divinity itself, and you can't bring yourself to do much else but hold tight and beg for it to last. But some fear sets in. Instead of the trifling early pleasures of a hard-on, you feel and edge building up at your base. Your squirming to try and fight the feeling makes Ms. Patterson chuckle. <<therapist>>"Trying to nose your way against my pussy and ass, or are my stockinged feet really too much for you?"<</therapist>> You begin instinctively bucking your hips up at her soles, intent on breeding her feet. There is nothing that can take the thrill and feeling of earnest, if pathetic, need being brought to bear against her stocking-covered feet. In no time at all your urgent pumping leads to a messy, full orgasm. When the pleasure subsides, you're surprised she gave you a full and thorough ejaculation. <<therapist>>"Don't expect that often, $name.<</therapist>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $playerTherapist = 14>>

A twinge of worry nags at your mind, the realization that your training with the nurse may make this a short encounter... <<if $playerStamina < 40>> [[Continue.|stage13d]] <<else>> [[Continue.|stage13c]] <</if>>

<<therapist>>"You've been such a good boy-seat. I think you've earned a bit of grinding from my feet. What do you say?"<</therapist>> The idea sounds amazing! Your overactive imagination begins immediately spinning webs of the feeling and sight of her feet. Stuck between the sensory deprivation cheeks of her ass, your mind glitters with the conceived appearance of her feet. The touch of her toes, slightly curled, trace up your shins and past your kneecaps, meeting on your inner thighs. The muttering of your lips with stifled, half-reasoned words inadvertently tease her nethers. She returns the favor with her feet, bringing your prick to its full but stunted length. Wordlessly, as to not spoil it, she unbuttons and unzips your trousers. Out wiggles your worm, and its quickly caressed between her soles. Light, unbothered strokes of her soles play at your exposed and willing meat. The feeling is divinity itself, and you can't bring yourself to do much else but hold tight and beg for it to last. But some fear sets in. Instead of the trifling early pleasures of a hard-on, you feel and edge building up at your base. Your squirming to try and fight the feeling makes Ms. Patterson chuckle. <<therapist>>"Trying to nose your way against my pussy and ass, or are my stockinged feet really too much for you?"<</therapist>> You hiss and feel your own toes splay and curl in the throes of pleasure as an orgasm surprises you and Ms. Patterson both. The experienced therapist wastes not a second in moving her feet away. <<therapist>>"Ugh! Really now, $name. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, what with all your time at the nurse's office."<</therapist>> Her cruel and detached words accompany your spoiled and truncated orgasm, the feel of your seed falling wetly to your tummy and crotch with each half-pleasured pump is disappointment incarnate. Your flailing attempts to get a hold on your cock to salvage the orgasm are blocked by Ms. Patteron's thighs. The therapist's rises suddenly, and she dismounts your face. As you regain your breath and focus, you find her redressed and looking at you with a dismissive and annoyed expression. <<therapist>>"I suppose it should be expected. For a beta male, that's essentially sex. So congratulations on a lay. Wipe yourself down in the bathroom, out of my sight."<</therapist>> With a tremble to your lip from the orgasm, and disorientation from the lack of air unfiltered by Ms. Patterson's nethers, you nod and gather yourself. You'll need to clean up the cum from your underwear... [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $playerTherapist = 14>>

<<if $playerStamina >= 15>> You visit the nurse to check up on her, get away from class, and see if she'll inspect you again. She seems quite busy today and its hard and awkward to get more than a few words from her. <<nurse>>"Sorry, $name, there is no way you're ready. Keep following what I told you too, and I'll track your times."<</nurse>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<else>> You visit the nurse once again, and it feels almost routine. The only unusual thing is just how excited between your legs you are. Your peck is practically buzzing just from watching her strap on her gloves and ready the condom. <<nurse>>“Get ready for Miss Finger!” She says teasingly, wiggling her pointer at you.<</nurse>> With little effort, you're shooting off your weak semen into the condom. <<nurse>>"One finger, eight seconds," the nurse huffs, her breasts heaving as she is practically panting. You barely got a chance to realize she'd begun before the orgasm hits you like a bolt of lightning.<</nurse>> W... what happened? You came? But... ? Her face is blushed and she looks almost like she's going to faint. Is she aroused? She looks at you with hearts etched in her eyes, tossing the gloves and condom to the trash. She fetches something, a small white tube from a cabinet. She hands it to you, closing your hand around it with an expression that makes your heart throb. You take a glance at the little tube. Lidocaine. Huh? <<nurse>>"This is a prescription numbing agent. From now on, you will use two fingers with a small pea-sized drop and apply it around the head and frenulum of your penis."<</nurse>> Sure. Numbing cream... maybe it would let you jerk off a little longer. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] ''This is the current end of Nurse content. Masturbating with numbing cream is not yet implemented.'' <</if>>

A bit of time perusing while horny grants you the mighty idea that you could give a look at clothed, instead of nude women. Without the chance to see them naked, it's no matter if they've still got a few articles on. <<set _psg to either( 'clothed1', 'clothed2', )>>\ <<linkreplace "You could take your own creep-shots if you had the guts.">> <<include _psg>> <</linkreplace>> And, truthfully, isn't there some joy to the concealment? It lets the imagination run wild! You find what catches your eye of girls in swimsuits, bikinis, and lingerie. Not any legitimate nudity, and their cleavage is still fuzzy, but it's something. Stroking off to them, it occurs to you how quaint and innocent such a thing is, and you feel contented when you blow your load. <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <<set $vanillaTracker = true>> <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>>

In the past you've seen girls in swim suits and bikinis, but recently you've been wondering about girls in gym clothes. The tight curves of their form isn't blocked by your censorchip, and in a way, those skintight leggings are showing you how they look nude. <<set _psg to either( 'clothedpe1', 'clothedpe2', )>>\ <<linkreplace "You could take your own creep-shots if you had the guts.">> <<include _psg>> <</linkreplace>> You ravenously flick through all sorts of amateur, thirst-trap imagery on Twatter, there is less skin and more cloth, but that's fine. Your woody has gotten a little too used to busting at the sight of undressed girls. Perhaps this will help you win back some of that wanning stamina? <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<if $playerStamina >= 65>> <<set $playerStamina -= 2>> <<else>> ''You've become resistant to this method, you should see the nurse.'' <</if>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <<set $vanillaTracker = true>> <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>>

A rueful combo of desperation to preserve your stamina, and a self-flagellating desire to deny yourself, has you seeking out women dressed in clothing. Regular, normal clothing. Nothing inherently erotic, nothing exposed. And still it is a struggle to hold back. <<set _psg to either( 'clothedpe3', 'clothedpe4', )>>\ <<linkreplace "You could take your own creep-shots if you had the guts.">> <<include _psg>> <</linkreplace>> Your orgasm, pleasureable as it is, is twinged with that delightfully evil sense that you've made a terrible mistake. <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<set $playerStamina -= 2>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>>

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When you wake early on Saturday, something catches your ear. A furtive and sensitive cough is followed by a sniffle. Your mom is sick! And on the weekend, how awful. You put your ear to the door and listen a bit. She sounds quite groggy, tired, and in need of some help. You gently rap on the door, and ask if she's feeling alright. <<mom>>"I'm okay, honey! Just a little cough."<</mom>> She tells you it's alright to open the door, and you find her propped up on her pillow, quilt about her tummy. Her hair is a bit frazzled and she looks like she didn't get any decent rest. Her breasts lay loosely in her tank top, unobstructed by a bra and showing off their natural sag. Naturally, your censor chip preserves her modesty. Your eyes take only a brief canvas of her chest before approaching and ask if there is anything she needs. Mom waves her hand and shakes her head no, but that is nonsense! Between the stuffy nose, tired eyes, and not lifting a single finger to remove herself from bed, it's only right that you give her a bit of comfort! Determined to help ease her cold as much as you can, you set out to collect her some essentials. From your room, you generously donate your box of tissues. The nice sort, with the aloe weaved in. There is a bit of cold medicine in the bathroom cabinet, and despite her claims of being 'fine', Mom eagerly sips it down. <<mom>>"Gah. I'm sorry, honey. All those times I told you medicine tastes fine, the truth is it never gets any less yucky." Her chuckle cracks with the soreness of her throat and she gulps down a few mouthfuls of water.<</mom>> Now for breakfast... [[Warm tea and an 'egg in a nest'.|momsick1a]] [[Orange juice, scrambled eggs, and bacon.|momsick1b]]

You aren't the best cook by a country mile, but you did have a good teacher. Mom showed you early how to make a few meals for yourself. A single mom working weird hours demands she put more independence on her child, for better or worse. Whipping up a breakfast for her, you make a little portion for yourself. Sadly there is no cute little tray to have her eat in bed, so Mom shuffles out to join you in the apartment's small kitchen. The scuff of her fuzzy, pink bunny slippers gives her the shambling gait of a zombie. <<mom>>"Do I look that rough? Geez! Thanks, $name. You didn't have to do all this. But I do appreciate it."<</mom>> She sits across from you and picks at her food. It's no surprise that she'd not want to each much, but it's important to do so anyway. The mild, soft and easy to eat egg-in-a-nest is soft on her throat. And, pairing it with some warm tea is just what she needs. It takes awhile, but she finishes her meal and looks refreshed by the end of it. <<mom>>"Sweetie, thank you again. I would give you a kiss but, well, can't have my little helper getting sick too, right?" She smiles with a summer's warmth gleaming from her motherly features. "I love you, $name, I couldn't ask for a better son."<</mom>> That comment really tickles you, and makes you feel a little shy. Mom is never scarce with genuine affection, but it's different to see her rely on you and be grateful for it. You let her know that you love her too, and with that, she announces her plans to rest on the couch and watch silly daytime TV. [[Spend time with her during the day.|momsick2a]] [[Leave her be, let her get rest.|momsick2b]] <<set $momStat += 5>>

You aren't the best cook by a country mile, but you did have a good teacher. Mom showed you early how to make a few meals for yourself. A single mom working weird hours demands she put more independence on her child, for better or worse. Whipping up a breakfast for her, you make a little portion for yourself. Sadly there is no cute little tray to have her eat in bed, so Mom shuffles out to join you in the apartment's small kitchen. The scuff of her fuzzy, pink bunny slippers gives her the shambling gait of a zombie. <<mom>>"Do I look that rough? Geez! Thanks, $name. You didn't have to do all this. But I do appreciate it."<</mom>> She sits across from you and picks at her food. It's no surprise that she'd not want to each much, but it's important to do so anyway. She winces a bit at the OJ, and you realize that may not have been the best pick. With a gruff clearing of her throat and hard swallow, she smirks at you. <<mom>>"Whoo, that citrus hits hard on a sore throat."<</mom>> As you two chat about who may have given her this villainous little cold, she seems a bit dissatisfied with her meal. The bacon is a little hard to take down, and she focuses mostly on her eggs. <<mom>>"Sweetie, thank you again. I would give you a kiss but, well, can't have my little helper getting sick too, right?" She smiles with a summer's warmth gleaming from her motherly features. "I love you, $name, I couldn't ask for a better son."<</mom>> That comment really tickles you, and makes you feel a little shy. Mom is never scarce with genuine affection, but it's different to see her rely on you and be grateful for it. You let her know that you love her too, and with that, she announces her plans to rest on the couch and watch silly daytime TV. [[Spend time with her during the day.|momsick2a]] [[Leave her be, let her get rest.|momsick2b]] <<set $momStat += 1>>

With a wish that she gets lots of rest and a pat on her hand, you leave Mom to keep her own company. You spend most of your weekend how you usually do, in your room with your hand down your pants or on your mouse. The sun drifts lower in the sky and you realize it's dinner time. [[Ask her to make something.|momsick3a]] [[Make some simple canned soup from the cupboard.|momsick3c]] <<if $playerMoney > 14>> [[Order take-out.|momsick3b]] <<else>> ''You don't have the cash to pay for take-out.'' <</if>>

Mom wonders if you should keep your distance so you don't get sick, but she's quite glad for the company. She doesn't have much to say, and laughing at the silliness of daytime soaps and game shows wound her throat, but it's pleasant all the same. You tend to every little need she has. Water? Tissues? A foot rub? You're on the case! More than once, after getting her something, you find yourself drawn to the TV. Mom would call your attention to some nonsense on screen. <<mom>>"Hey look! Her, she just died and somehow she's back! She faked her death."<</mom>> And you'd kneel beside her on the floor, while she lay on the couch, and watch a little. Kneeling felt nice. It felt nice to be by her side knowing she had you there to care for her. [[Ask her to make something.|momsick3a]] [[Make some simple canned soup from the cupboard.|momsick3b]] <<if $playerMoney > 14>> [[Order take-out.|momsick3c]] <<else>> ''You don't have the cash to pay for take-out.'' <</if>>

You don't think you could cook anything too complicated, and why would you want to? Mom probably doesn't want more than a bit of hot broth. Setting about cooking perks Mom up, and she insists you don't have to worry about that. Having already committed to it, you don't plan on stopping. The two of chat about times you were sick, especially a few bad times when a stomach flu gripped you. As you hurry around the kitchen, Mom makes a quiet comment. <<mom>>"Look at you, so eager to help. You'll make a lovely hubby someday, $name."<</mom>> Something about the title she bestows on you catches your ear, but you thank her for the comment without probing much. <<mom>>"It's not too common to see a boy so willing to help his Mom!"<</mom>> Serving her the soup, you take a portion for yourself and eat together on the couch. Just as you expected, the broth helps quite a bit, and she looks relieved and contented by the end of her meal. Just to set everything right before the eve's end, you wash up all the dishes and kitchen, and wish Mom a good night when she turns in early. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $momStat += 10>>

You offer to pay for some take-out, and Mom is quite enthused. <<mom>>"Hold on, I think I know just what to get!"<</mom>> She shifts around some papers on the coffee table until she finds a take-out menu buried under few letters. Chinese food! Old reliable. She knows exactly what she wants, the moment they pick up she's desperate to get wanton soup, and a second order of hot & sour soup. <<mom>>"What do you want from Golden Palace?" She asks, a little hiss of excitement in her tone, already imagining the warmth of the broth.<</mom>> After getting something modest, you fetch the order's total and prep to pay for it once it arrives. Mom lavishes you with many thank yous, even if the gesture is simple. You insist it's the least you can do. You cozy up on the floor below Mom, letting her take up the couch and sip her soup. It's nice to hear just how pleased she is, you can almost detect the soothing effect of the broth as it hits her throat just based on her expression and sounds. <<mom>>"You've been such an excellent help, $name. Really, a Mom couldn't ask for a better son!" <</mom>> She extends her arms and you join her for a gentle hug, not wishing to potentially get some of her germs. Mom gives you a soft pat on the back and sighs, her throat a bit thickened with illness, adding density to her inhales. <<mom>>"Do you want a little reward?"<</mom>> You nod, cheeks already a bit ripened with a blush. Even now, when ill, she is thinking about giving you something? <<mom>>"Mommy is feeling sick so I can't do too much. But, I could supervise and watch you pull your winky. Or maybe you'd rather make love to my fluffy bunny slippers? I've been wearing them all day so they're really warm and probably a bit smelly. You don't mind right?"<</mom>> <<if $chastity is false>> [[Ask her to supervise your masturbating for the day.|momsick4a]] <<else>> ''You can't ask her to watch while you're in chastity. <</if>> <<if $playerStamina > 50>> [[Get lucky with her slippers.|momsick4b]] <<else>> [[Get lucky with her slippers.|momsick4c]] <</if>> <<set $momStat += 25>>

Not wanting to cook, and not really knowing what you want, you ask Mom to make you something. She gives you a confused, irritated look and tells you to hand off her mobile phone from the bedroom. You fetch it for her and watch in curiosity as to what she's doing. Asking her to make something when she is so ill definitely ticked her off, and you can feel a bit of shame and embarrassment burn the back of your neck and cheeks. She shifts around some papers on the coffee table until she finds a take-out menu buried under a few letters. Chinese food! Old reliable. She knows exactly what she wants, the moment they pick up she's desperate to get wanton soup, and a second order of hot & sour soup. <<mom>>"What do you want from Golden Palace?" She asks, her voice a bit plain and tired. <</mom>> After getting something modest, you give Mom an apology for expecting her to cook when she is ill. She forgives you, but you decide to take your dinner in your room and let her recover in peace. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $momStat += 5>>

Mom follows you into your room, and sits in a spare chair beside you on the computer. "Go ahead, honey. This is your special treat. Pick whatever you want." Her calming, nonjudgmental aura soothes you. The naughtiness of her being in the same room as you amps up the delicious energy of the act. <<if $method is "Normal">> [[Watch foot fetish porn.|momfeetobv]] [[Watch vanilla porn.|momvanobv]] [[Watch crossdressing porn.|momtrapobv]] <<if $playerQueen >= 4>> [[Watch Blacked porn.|momblkobv]] <</if>> <<else>> [[Watch foot fetish porn.|momfeetobvpe]] [[Watch vanilla porn.|momvanobvpe]] [[Watch crossdressing porn.|momtrapobvpe]] <<if $playerQueen >= 4>> [[Watch Blacked porn.|momblkobvpe]] <</if>> <</if>>

Mom kicks off her bunny slippers, and the warmth radiates off them. The soles of them are stomped flat and indented deeply with the shape of your mother's feet. The scent wafting off them is dense, rich, and pure sex. Blood immediately rushes to your conditioned, mind-broken penis at a single whiff of your mommy's foot smell. You wonder for a moment if you could manage an erection this potent when it actually comes to real sex. <<mom>>"Go ahead, baby. Just have some fun while I watch TV, okay?" <</mom>> The warm smile she casts on you is reassuring, but the way she turns to focus on the nightly news is just witheringly dismissive. Your little humping session isn't worth watching, but that just makes you all the more aroused. Tossing her smelly slippers off for you to mount is a chore just like brushing her teeth or taking out the trash. Like a bit of routine maintenance, letting you squirt your jism was as important as washing the dishes. Already pumping pre against your underwear, you're plenty happy to release your pecker and go to town. The size of her sole is intimidating, and the fuzzy pink bunnies of her slippers seem to look at your prick with subtle amusement as to just how much they outsize you. The slightly damp, moist markings of her heel provide a perfect groove for you to thrust down into. And as you begin to 'penetrate' one of her slippers, you grasp the other one, intent on sniffing it. When you do, burying your nose in the sweat-slick stink of your mom's feet, you hear her chuckle. But the delirium of humiliating pleasure has you so tight in its grip you can't help but continue humping. <<mom>>"Aww, you look like a puppy who's got a pillow between his legs! Good boy, you're making Mommy very proud. You're so, so deep!" <</mom>> You can't place if her words are meant to be mocking or encouraging, but they drive you absolutely mad. <<if $playerStamina < 15>> All too soon, the familiar wave of pleasure crashes over you. You submit to it, foolishly allowing the feeling of an edge to roll from you unabated. There is no point in resisting, not now when your sexual stamina is so withered. You nut into one of her slippers while licking the sole of the other. <<mom>>"Hmm. That was quick! Alright, that was your little treat. Mom is going to head to bed okay?"<</mom>> She yawns, collecting her slippers and stepping into your semen without a care in the world. She grins at you when she does, looming over you. Even while a bit sick and haggard she has an energy about her, a sensation that she knows just how it makes you feel to see your seed stomped out carelessly by her. She rubs your hair and turns her back to you, heading to her room. <<else>> An edge surprises you. Like an ambush, it catches you with your guard down. You struggle and try to hold back, wishing to savor this mockery of intercourse a little longer. But no matter how you grunt or sway your hips, you can't slow your humping enough to resist cumming. With a defeated groan you spew your semen across the sole of her slipper. <<mom>>"Aww, good boy. Did you get all the trash out?"<</mom>> Unthinkingly, you nod, a bit lightheaded with her scent and the joy coursing through you. <<mom>>"Alright, that was your little treat. Mom is going to head to bed okay?"<</mom>> She yawns, collecting her slippers and stepping into your semen without a care in the world. She grins at you when she does, looming over you. Even while a bit sick and haggard she has an energy about her, a sensation that she knows just how it makes you feel to see your seed stomped out carelessly by her. She rubs your hair and turns her back to you, heading to her room. <</if>> [[Continue.|sleep]]

You turn your head up to the ceiling and bark for her. Each doggy ruff-ruff you give out makes your prick throb, and makes her laugh. She's laughing at you, laughing at you having this low, dirty degeneration of coitus. And yet that's what makes the pleasure bubble up inside you most. Being watched, feeling her press her foot to your back to encourage you to thrust forward, you lose yourself to it. With a comforting and soothing orgasm, you release your seed into her slipper while whimpering like a puppy. The spikes of dope from playing your role as her little foot-humping doggy add a wonderful spice to the orgasm you feel. Mom gives you a golf clap. <<mom>>"Wow, good job! You shot out so much. And so deep too." She punctuates her words with a dismissive laugh.<</mom>> <<mom>>"Alright, that was your little treat. Mom is going to head to bed okay?"<</mom>> She yawns, collecting her slippers and stepping into your semen without a care in the world. She grins at you when she does, looming over you. Even while a bit sick and haggard she has an energy about her, a sensation that she knows just how it makes you feel to see your seed stomped out carelessly by her. She rubs your hair and turns her back to you, heading to her room. [[Continue.|sleep]]

You feel the need to comply, seeing as Mom is so graciously letting you get some action with her footwear. You murmur a few little doggy sounds, but focus on the serenity of her scent and the pleasure of grinding your peepee against her slipper sole. Being watched, feeling her press her foot to your back to encourage you to thrust forward, you lose yourself to it. With a comforting and soothing orgasm, you release your seed into her slipper while draining dense whiffs of her foot-smell down. The spikes of dope from taking in her safe scent add a wonderful spice to the orgasm you feel. Mom claps a bit. <<mom>>"Wow, good job! You shot out so much. And so deep too." She punctuates her words with a dismissive laugh.<</mom>> <<mom>>"Alright, that was your little treat. Mom is going to head to bed okay?"<</mom>> She yawns, collecting her slippers and stepping into your semen without a care in the world. She grins at you when she does, looming over you. Even while a bit sick and haggard she has an energy about her, a sensation that she knows just how it makes you feel to see your seed stomped out carelessly by her. She rubs your hair and turns her back to you, heading to her room. [[Continue.|sleep]]

Sabrina waves to you when she sees you exiting work. She flicks her cigarette to the floor and stomps it out with her boot. Even under her apron, it's clear just how 'goth' she is. Her attire is dark and mysterious. Tall boots with thick soles and far too many straps held tight against black and white banded stockings. How her green apron conceals her 'absolute territory' and her skirt is criminal. <<sabrina>>"Yo! $name. How are you?"<</sabrina>> [[You're well.|queen3a1]] [[You're not doing too good.|queen3a2]]

<<sabrina>>"Glad to know. Wanna come hang out and watch something?"<</sabrina>> Boy, do you ever! Hard to turn down a chance to spend time with an impressively endowed goth girl and her equal parts demeaning and reassuring personality. [[Continue.|queen3b]]

<<sabrina>>"Aww, sorry to hear it, little buddy. Wanna come hang out and watch something? Might cheer you up."<</sabrina>> Seemingly not ready to take no for an answer, she wraps her arm around your shoulder and begins steering you toward her beat-up car. Being so close to her chest makes your spine tingle, but you keep a lid on it. <<sabrina>>"Why don't you tell me what's stressing you out on the ride over? And if you're still fucked up we can get some brews in you."<</sabrina>> She cackles a joy-filled but almost maniacal laugh as she gets into the car, tugging the door closed with a clap. The rideover isn't so bad, but it's a little awkward to open up to Sabrina. At the very least, she seems to be genuinely listening. [[Continue.|queen3b]]

When you arrive, she tosses you her keys. <<sabrina>>"Let yourself in, I have to fix some stuff in my car, 'kay? Remember which apartment it is?"<</sabrina>> You think about it, and seem to recall. <<sabrina>>"Good, be up in a sec. Oh, and that brass-looking key with the rubber top, that's the apartment key."<</sabrina>> Exiting the car holding her big bundle of keys feels strange. They're heavy with ornaments, cutesy and 'goth' alike. A dark-themed Hello Kitty stares up at you from amongst bangles of metal. You look over your shoulder to give the car a last peek before walking up the stairs to her home. You let yourself in, and are greeted by a dim and dark girl's home. The scent is strange, lingering fragrances from candles and incense lay over the otherwise present smell of marijuana and woman. You feel around in the dark for a light and flick it on, finding the dimmer switch nearly all the way down. The dark atmosphere makes you feel somewhat concealed, alone. Which you were, but Sabrina would be back any second. Her kitchenette beckons. She did say to help yourself last time, you could explore it. But something else catches your eye—a pile of dirty laundry, and who knows what sort of trinkets are there. [[Get yourself a drink from the fridge.|queen3b1]] [[Inspect the laundry pile.|queen3b2]]

You think better of sniffing her dirty laundry and crack open the fridge. Aside from some take-out, she seems to have made herself a casserole at one point. Regardless, there isn't a single bubble of soda within. Only beers of varying shapes and sizes. It's hard to tell which one might be good or not, and they all seem to have roughly the same alcohol content. Behind you, the door cracking open and Sabrina-shadowed light pouring in stops you. <<sabrina>>"Raiding the fridge, whiteboy? Go ahead, take whatever you like!"<</sabrina>> You figure the Azuki SUPER DRY might do it, and grab that. Japanese things are good, so surely the beer would be too. <<sabrina>>"Good pick. Get me one of those too!" She says, heading deeper into the apartment to change.<</sabrina>> [[Continue.|queen3c]]

Creeping across the floorboards, and perking your ears up for any signs of Sabrina outside, you approach the pile of clothes. It's not much a surprise, the rest of her home has a very messy 'lived in' look. Not quite absurdly disordered, but definitely has the look of a single woman's home. You sift through the clothes, delighting in the vaguery of leftover perfumes and body scent on each item. Until you find something so striking it makes your heart rate spike. Those thong panties you caught a glimpse of last time. The body of them is black, with an expressive front that would hold tight to a woman's nethers, accenting the soft and lily-white tone of her thighs and drawing an observer to ogle her goods. The back concealed only little of a butt, allowing her cheeks to be played with, groped, or any markings or tattoos to be fully visible. What is most potent about it, what is most damning, is the waistband. White, a bright and stark contrast to the black cloth of the panty itself. And etched on the waistband, repeating so it may be seen from every angle, a single odd and out-of-place word. 'BLACKED.' Blacked. Blacked. Blacked. What the hell does that mean? You aren't certain but it makes your heart flutter with curiosity and wonderment. Whispers and notions of what it implied hissed at your conscious, but these thoughts are just mist. You have a chance here, you could sniff them, take in her scent right from the source. As you take them to your hand you notice that right where her pussy would be safely nestled is a messy stain of whitish-yellow. At once you realize it's semen. Cum. Another man creampied her in these, and you're holding them. <<if $playerStamina < 15>>You're worried you might have an accident if you huff her panties, and wonder if it might be best to leave them be.<</if>> [[Put them down.|queen3b1]] [[Sniff them.|queen3b3]]

When Sabrina returns she's in very loose and comfortable clothes. They don't hint too much at her body's wonderful proportions but when they do the peeks are delicious. Little glances at her soft white tummy poking from her sweater when she stretches, or the soft shape of her hips and breasts when her clothes get pulled tight. As you sip at your brew, and the two of you settle in for a bit, a buzz begins to develop. <<if $camePants is true>>The semen you embarrassingly spurted out into your $underwear begins to really seep in and cool, reminding you with each cold tingle that your dick gave up the ghost over something as simple as a whiff of pussy.<</if>> Sabrina picks the movie, and fitting with her tastes, its a horror. She keeps mostly quiet and just enjoys the film, and you do too, as much as you can while stealing glimpses at her body. A predictable and salacious sex scene between the teenagers about to be victimized occurs. The heroine, fair-skinned and blonde, straddles her boyfriend. <<sabrina>>"Watch this, it's so real," Sabrina says with a whispered laugh.<</sabrina>> As the beautiful girl sets her butt onto her boyfriend's lap just once, he cringes and looks away. <<generic>>"You did not!"<</generic>> <<generic>>"Sorry, Samantha! It happens!"<</generic>> <<generic>>"Ugh, only to you, I bet Jake won't cream his pants when I sit on his lap."<</generic>> <<generic>>"W-wait."<</generic>> But nothing could keep the heroine in place, she quickly rises from bed and leaves the jizz-stained whiteboy alone in bed, curling around the sheets. The scene is played for laughs, and Sabrina certainly laughs, but something about it feels a little more sinister and impactful. <<if $camePants is true>> <<sabrina>>"Seem familiar?"<</sabrina>> You shift awkwardly, trying to forget the feeling tingling between your legs.<</if>> [[Continue.|queen3d]]

Not wanting to lose out on this chance, you bury your nose in them and inhale deeply. Your breath gives new warmth and life to the cloth. Immediately you're hit with the masculine and acrid notes of cum. It's a scent you know well, seeing as you're a professional hand-fucker. This is far more potent, troublingly so. You wonder as you try to detect the smell of her snatch, if it isn't multiple men's semen soaked here. Her scent is tangy and delicate. A gentle notion of womanly arousal stamped out by the dominion of men's cocks and cum. This stirs in you a meek and submissive feeling, knowing her body was so thoroughly claimed that the notes of her pussy are playing second fiddle to her male partners. Furthermore, it isn't lost on your prick, or you, the fact you're inhaling more stale cum than pussy juice. Your underwear tightens with a hard-on between your legs. And you nurture this erection with more obscene huffing, telling yourself you're trying to drain away more of her smell. As your olfactory glans try to search and find the fragrance of her snatch, you hear steps on the stairs. Just a second too late, you stand, the door cracking open and Sabrina catching you in the act!<<if $playerStamina < 15>> The sudden surprise of her confused and angry expression is just the spark needed to set off your little powder kegs. With a pathetic, blushing gasp, you begin unloading your seed into your pants. A wimp's show of submission, squirting out your cum to soil cloth and show Sabrina, and those men she fucked, that you are no competition. And you are no threat.<</if>> <<sabrina>>"What the fuck are you doing, whiteboy?"<</sabrina>> Sabrina stomps over, slamming the door shut behind her and ripping the panties from your hands. <<sabrina>>"Pfft. I should have known. Well, I hope you enjoyed your little whiff. It's the closest you're ever getting to my pussy."<</sabrina>> <<if $playerStamina < 15>>She looks down to your pants, and so do you. There is a small, creamy-white patch on your trousers. You feel as though you could die of embarrassment. <<sabrina>>"Did you wet yourself, wimp? That would almost be cute if it weren't so pathetic. Ugh. I guess I shouldn't be so surprised."<</sabrina>> She ruffles your hair. "At least your dicky knows to give up and give in."<<set $camePants to true>><</if>> She waves her panties at you back and forth, before throwing them in the pile. With a shake of her head she goes to the fridge. <<sabrina>>"I don't blame you, really. It's probably so hard for a whiteboy to get any action these days. How's this? I pick the movie, and you're forgiven, deal?"<</sabrina>> With your heart beating a four-on-the-floor in your chest, you find it hard to disagree with such a simple request. <<sabrina>>"Oh, and you need to drink this."<</sabrina>> She tosses you a can of beer from the fridge, and against all odds you catch the cold brew. <<sabrina>>"I'm going to get changed. Try not to 'accidentally' stick your snout in my panties while I'm gone."<</sabrina>> [[Continue.|queen3c]] <<set $corruption += 5>>

As Samantha walks away, Sabrina whistles. The camera follows close to the girl's ass. Two phat whitegirl cheeks exposed, with a tight thong barely covering her asshole. Thankfully, the blurring is light from your censorchip. <<sabrina>>"Gosh, she is just so built, isn't she?"<</sabrina>> [img[setup.img + 'sabrinamovie2.jpeg']] Built, what does that mean? <<sabrina>>Sabrina nearly jumps out of her seat trying to pause the movie. "What!? You're joking right?"<</sabrina>> You shake your head, seriously confused. Built like strong? Or just because she has a big butt? <<sabrina>>She laughs so hard she's slapping her knee. "Built. Built for BBC."<</sabrina>> Your eyes widen, you've seen and heard that little acronym here and there. You know it. <<sabrina>>"Go on, try saying. Look at her and say it. Say 'She's built for BBC.'"<</sabrina>> <<textbox "$answerGoth" "Say it properly.">> <<set $answerGoth = $answerGoth.trim()>> [[Continue.|queen3d1]]

<<if $answerGoth is "She's built for BBC.">> <<sabrina>>"That's a good boy. Wow. You really haven't seen any Blacked porn have you?"<</sabrina>> You shake your head. <<sabrina>>"Okay, so how's this? You go home and just look at some interracial porn. You don't have to jerk off if you don't want to, but just watch it."<</sabrina>> Your hesitation is noted, but something in your chest feels like it's about to burst. This oppressive feeling of extreme arousal. The dawning realization that Sabrina has had sex with black men, black cocks have entered her holes. It just naturally comes to mind, and something about that makes you feel meek and sensitive. And gives you a little stiffy. <<sabrina>>"Do that and I'll give you a little reward next time, yeah? Oh! And if you really want to be a good boy, there is something extra you can do for me."<</sabrina>> She leans in, rubbing her black-pigmented lips together. The tender pink of the unpainted portion flashed itself only slightly. A lion stalking a gazelle didn't have as predatory an expression as the goth did currently. <<sabrina>>"Just look at some pictures of porn stars you like. Or hell, even girls you know. And I want you to look at their asses, and their bodies and repeat this to yourself: 'She's built for BBC.' Think you can do that?"<</sabrina>> You notice then, like being tapped with a searing hot fireplace poker, that she's got her hand on your knee. Her long and painted nails brush against your trousers and make you dizzy and soft with need. You nod your head and agree. You can do that for her. <<sabrina>>"That's a good whiteboy," she ruffles your hair and then pulls you into a hug. "I am so happy I get to share all this with you! It's really healthy for guys like you, you know!"<</sabrina>> You aren't so sure about that, but you don't say it. She returns to the movie, unpausing it. The sex scene that follows takes on new meaning. Samantha finds Jake, the strong black quarterback, and has the passionate sex she couldn't manage with her boyfriend. Contrary to most horror films, the two of them escape. But only with the noble sacrifice of Samantha's boyfriend throwing himself against the slasher. The implications sit in your stomach like a stone. Sabrina takes you home, and you get yourself to bed. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $playerQueen to 4>> <<set $corruption += 5>> <<else>> <<sabrina>>"No, no. Enunciate! Say it properly! Try again."<</sabrina>> [[Continue.|queen3d2]] <</if>>

<<sabrina>>"Go on, try saying. Look at her and say it. Say 'She's built for BBC.'"<</sabrina>> <<textbox "$answerGoth" "She's built for BBC.">> <<set $answerGoth = $answerGoth.trim()>> [[Continue.|queen3d1]]

Although blurred and censored, the gliding of a dark black cock into a white pussy draws your entire attention to it. The pathetic feeling of fucking your hand while watching a dark-skinned man claim a woman, the stark contrast of their tones, the vigor of his masculinity compared to the lily-white perfection of her femininity. [img[setup.img + 'blk4.gif']] <<if $playerStamina < 15>>It has you busting in your palm and wishing you had more stamina. You think you understand what Sabrina likes about this stuff.<<else>> The experience is captivating. You feel yourself getting lost in it. A sensation, unlike others you've felt while masturbating grips you. It's intense, new, novel. In your chair you feel your thighs and butt tense, trying to get the most of every thrust into your hand. <<if $chastity is false>>Sooner than you'd want, you're firing off a white flag. A liquid admission to BBC's superiority. The shots of cum flare up, landing with a slick plop down on your keyboard and screen. Just as the girl gets a facial.<<else>>You yearn for your key,but the experience of watching it caged is divine.<</if>> [img[setup.img + 'blkfacial.png']] He's jizzing on her face. You jizz on LCD. <</if>> <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <</if>> <<set $corruption += 2>> <<set $playerQueen to 5>>

Although blurred and censored, the gliding of a dark black cock into a white pussy draws your entire attention to it. The pathetic feeling of fucking your hand while watching a dark-skinned man claim a woman, the stark contrast of their tones, the vigor of his masculinity compared to the lily-white perfection of her femininity. <<set _psg to either( 'blk1', 'blk2', 'blk3', 'blk4', 'blk5', )>>\ <<linkreplace "This is what real sex looks like.">> <<include _psg>> <</linkreplace>> The experience is captivating. You feel yourself getting lost in it. A sensation, unlike others you've felt while masturbating grips you. It's intense, new, novel. In your chair you feel your thighs and butt tense, trying to get the most of every thrust into your hand. <<if $chastity is false>>Sooner than you'd want, you're firing off a white flag. A liquid admission to BBC's superiority. The shots of cum flare up, landing with a slick plop down on your keyboard and screen. Just as the girl gets a facial.<<else>>You yearn for your key, but the experience of watching it caged is divine.<</if>> <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <</if>> <<set $corruption += 2>>

<<sabrina>>"Hey did you check out that stuff yet?"<</sabrina>> You tell her no, you haven't. <<sabrina>>"Hmm, well alright. Your loss. Hey, I'm a little busy with a friend tonight. I'll have to see you another one, 'kay?"<</sabrina>> She flicks the cigarette she was smoking to the ground and stomps it out, parting ways with you. [[Continue.|sleep]]

When you try to approach Sabrina you stop yourself. Before she notices you, a tall and thuggishly dressed man arrives and speaks with her. He's taller than you both by more than a head. His skin is dark, head shaven bald, and jaw is sharp enough to cut marble. He has a suave but demanding way about him. You can't hear what they're saying, but by the way Sabrina is squirming and biting her lips you suspect he knows his stuff. Their comfortable body language makes it clear the two know each other. Watching him chat her up makes you feel funny between the legs. Without giving you so much as the time of day, Sabrina and her friend make off to her car and drive away. You think you might want to jerk off to Blacked when you get home... [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $playerQueen =7>>

<<if $keys is 1>>When you enter her office, Ms. Patterson slides you the key to your chastity cage.<<else>>When you enter her office, Ms. Patterson slides you the keys to your chastity cage.<</if>> <<therapist>>"Here. I want you to have this. To lock yourself, or unlock yourself, at your own whims. I want to observe your behavior. That is all this week. Next week, we can discuss your ongoing treatment."<</therapist>> You hold the small <<if $key is 1>>key<<else>>keys<</if>> in your hand, wondering what you'll do. The sudden shift is strange, but the smart part of you wonders what the catch is. What the game is. Ms. Patterson doesn't give you any hints, and shoos you away with a dismissive flick of her finger. <<therapist>>"Go on!"<</therapist>> [[Continue.|stage14e]] <<set $keyholder to 1>> <<set $playerTherapist to 15>>

When leaving Ms. Patterson's office you brush shoulders with a boy you don't think you've seen before. His eyes meet yours before looking at the ground and then back to you. His hands pick at each other, held together by his chest in a meek and secluded posture. The blonde of his hair is streaked with the occasional glimpse of brunette, hiding amongst the straw just as he wished he could melt into the background. Unfortunately for him, he catches your eye and you stare a bit too long, trying to place if he looks familiar or not. The slight rosy color to his cheeks isn't quite a blush, but gives him a particularly youthful and shy countenance. Aha, you know this guy! It's... <<textbox "$boyname" "Oliver">> <<set $boyname = $boyname.trim()>> You give him a small nod as a greeting, and watch as he slides past you to go to Ms. Patterson's office. You wonder if he's another one of her victimized patients. Might be worth trying to talk to him and find out. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $playerTrap to 1>>

Seeking out $boyname is an awkward task. Stumbling around the cafeteria and hallways looking for one short, tractable boy in a sea of moving bodies isn't easy. Now and then you have this awful, cringy vision of calling out his name to flush him out. It's a strange thing, you're so often trying to seek your own seclusion that searching someone out feels foreign. At least $bullygf is loud and abrasive enough it's hard for her to hide. Not to mention her massive tits acting as a lighthouse for your eye. Eventually though, with only a bit of time left on the clock, you find him! Sat, reading a book, on a bench by himself. The spot he'd selected is far off the beaten path, outside in a small courtyard you aren't even sure you're allowed to go during lunch. With a quick check along the coast for anyone, you slink out to side aside him. His entire body tenses up and freezes, and he gives you a funny look. <<oli>>"Hi there."<</oli>> You greet him and, introduce yourself. In a manner you'd consider sly, you slip in mention of Ms. Patterson. <<oli>>"Ah, yep, I see her too." <</oli>> A silence falls over the two of you. Social skills of such robust and outgoing individuals like the pair of you would normally be causing sparks of conversation to fly! Clear this is a strange fluke. [[Ask him what Ms. Patterson and he talk about.|visit1a]] [[Be truthful and open up about what Ms. Patterson and you talk about.|visit1b]]

<<oli>>"That stuff is private! I just, have to go see her. About once a w-week or so. What do you talk to her about, anywho? If you're such a... nosy nelly."<</oli>> He closes his book, keeping his thumb tucked into it as a place keeper. It's a bit amusing seeing his face bounce between flustered, uncertain, and rebounding to a bit of confidence. You wonder if you look like that when you try to get sentences out. The soft shape of his face and fair-toned cheeks form into a little pout. Very intimidating. [[Be honest with what Ms. Patterson and you talk about.|visit1b]] [[Be dodgy with your answer.|visit1c]]

His fish-mouthed stare of shock betrays just how familiar he is with Ms. Patterson's behavior. There is a glimmer in his eye that hints he wishes to reach out, to say something, but the ring of the lunch bell shutters it. He gulps hard and frowns. <<oli>>"I-I gotta go to class!"<</oli>> You feel a little confident that you and him have a bit in common, but he might be slow to open up. It might be nice to have someone who knows what you're going through. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $playerTrap to 2>>

You dodge the question just like he does, but lead him on a little. Trying to drop the hint without showing your whole hand isn't easy, but you try to communicate with him in a probing way. It's hard to tell just how much he is understanding. There is a glimmer in his eye that hints he wishes to reach out to say something, but the ring of the lunch bell shutters it. He smiles a wiggly, hesitant grin and stands. <<oli>>"My next class is all the way on the other side of the campus so... see ya!"<</oli>> You feel a little confident that you and him have a bit in common, but he might be slow to open up. It might be nice to have someone who knows what you're going through. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $playerTrap to 2>>

$boyname is just where you found him last. This time, though, he hears you approach and puts his book down. <<oli>>"Hi, $name." It's a short reply, but the perk of his eyebrows and inviting expression tell you he's been looking forward to your arrival.<</oli>> [[Ask him about what he's reading.|visit2a]] [[Tell him he's cute.|visit2b]] [[Ask if he has a girlfriend.|visit2c]]

<<oli>>"Erm! Y-yes of course I do."<</oli>> He gives you a serious face but it can't stand up to your inquisitive gaze. <<oli>>"Okay. No. I don't..."<</oli>> You think of all the sharp-tongued women in your life, and how they'd immediately mock him for such a thing. Instead, you put your hand on your shoulder and pat it. [[Tell him it's alright, that doesn't make him any lesser.|visit2c1]] [[Tell him it's alright, maybe he can try boys.|visit2c2]]

<<oli>>"Uh... thanks. You too?" Confusion morphs to embarrassment to shyness. <</oli>> $boyname practically launches himself from his seat on the bench. <<oli>>"I need to go, uh... check my locker!"<</oli>> Perhaps you need more rizz? You contemplate this, heartrate slowing over time, until lunch is over. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $trapRel += 3>> <<if $trapRel >= 5>> <<set $playerTrap to 3>> <</if>>

He shows you the book cover. It's of a vibrantly drawn red dragon breathing fire upon the shield of a knight. Not an uncommon or unique depiction of a fantasy scene, but the charm comes in the excessive details. Each scale, each ring of mail, is drafted and colored. In the brief glance he gives you, you feel like you haven't even noted half of the details hiding on them and behind them. It seems to be a sequel, and not a first book in a series. <<oli>>"It's from the 'Grindstone' series, do you know them? This is book five. It's absolutely excellent!"<</oli>> You don't know that series. [[You like fantasy, ask him what it's about.|visit2a1]] [[You're more into sci-fi.|visit2a2]]

<<oli>>"Oh I would love to illuminate you as to the wonderous contents of these tomes, $name!" $boyname says with excessive, fantastical verbosity.<</oli>> $boyname launches into an improv but succinct summary of the highlights. He asks you what your favorite elements of fantasy are, and you find Grindstone to be right up your alley. He encourages you to borrow one of his copies if you want, and you're considering it. When talking about such nerdy things, the conversation naturally leans toward Windcraft. And what do you know, $boyname hasn't tried it! He labels himself an acolyte of Windcraft's competitor. Old School Runeshape. The two of you share details, differences and stories from your MMO time, and all too soon the lunch bell rings and you say your goodbyes. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $trapRel += 3>> <<if $trapRel >= 5>> <<set $playerTrap to 3>> <</if>>

<<oli>>"Sci-fi, huh? Not bad! I have read a few books in the Sun Wars series. You know like the movies? Yeah! There is a whole expanded universe.<</oli>> You nod with excitement, you love those movies! You ask him for a few book recommendations, and he's all too eager to tell you about them. The two of you spend much of the lunch hour talking about your likes and dislikes regarding the series. Favorite movies, characters, scenes. The conversation flows freely and peacefully, and you feel as if $boyname is a kindred spirit. There is some awkwardness. Both of you are still feeling each other out, and it's apparent both of you have a bit of difficulty socializing. You feel confident though, knowing $boyname won't judge you. And you find it hard to judge him. The lunch bell rings too soon, and you say your goodbyes. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $trapRel += 1>> <<if $trapRel >= 5>> <<set $playerTrap to 3>> <</if>>

He gives you a nice smile. <<oli>>"Yeah! Too much weight is placed on guys for having a girlfriend or having sex! So what if I am a virgin!"<</oli>> $boyname realizes just how loud he said that only after he says it. Thankfully for you both, you're far from any eavesdroppers. To make him feel a bit more comfortable, you tell him you're one too and he exhales. <<oli>>"Wow, I'd never have guessed." What you think would be mocking comes from him with genuine surprise. It bolsters your image a little, knowing he thinks you're suave enough to have scored.<</oli>> The two of you discuss girls a little, until the bell rings and you need to part. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $trapRel += 1>> <<if $trapRel >= 5>> <<set $playerTrap to 3>> <</if>>

His mouth parts slightly, giving the slightest hint to his slick pink tongue. His lithe lips, unmarked by make up, still look strangely appealing. His pale tone darkens with flustered red. <<oli>>"Uhh, I guess that's okay these days huh? It's more accepted."<</oli>> You nod. It sure is. <<oli>>"Do you think you'd ever date a boy?"<</oli>> [[Never.|visit2c3]] [[Yes. Why not?|visit2c4]]

He makes a small, affirming sound and looks away with a sigh. <<oli>>"I need to get a bit of homework done. Do you mind giving me some space today?"<</oli>> You agree, leaving him with a quick goodbye. You ponder if his sigh was one of relief or disappointment. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $trapRel += 1>> <<if $trapRel >= 5>> <<set $playerTrap to 3>> <</if>>

<<oli>>"Hah. Yeah I guess, why not, right? I mean. It's fine. I think."<</oli>> His cheeks burn further, and you feel your own neck swelter a bit. Your mind flicks briefly to your LDR girlfriend, but $boyname is right here. Besides, boys don't count as cheating, do they? You stuff that moral conundrum for now. The two of you discuss some nerd shit. Slow at first, but the awkward ice of your probing shakes off soon enough. The bell rings, and the two of you depart. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $trapRel += 3>> <<if $trapRel >= 5>> <<set $playerTrap to 3>> <</if>>

<<oli>>"Uhm. Want to see if my mom and dad will let you come over this afternoon?"<</oli>> [[You'd like that!|visit3a]] [[No, not today. Let's just hang out.|visit2]]

<<oli>>"Awesome! I'll give them a text."<</oli>> The two of you chat a bit more, but lunch ends eventually. <<oli>>"Wait for me outside of school and we'll head over. I don't live too far, so we can just hoof it!"<</oli>> [[Continue.|Schoolexitoli]]

<<mom>>"Pictures of girl's feet today, huh?" Mom smiles condescendingly at you.<</mom>> A litany of women's feet, soles, toes and shoes flicker on your screen. Mom observes you with casual interest, nodding when you look at her. Masturbating in front of your mother in this way makes your heart thump, and you can't help but look down at her feet. <<mom>>"Hoping to get lucky with your girlfriends, $name?" She wiggles her toes but points at the computer. "Why don't you just focus on those girls for now?"<</mom>> <<set _psg to either( 'feet1', 'feet2', 'feet3', 'feet4', )>>\ <<linkreplace "Lust after them.">> <<include _psg>> <</linkreplace>> You find some pictures of female soles that make your pumping extra accelerated. They're just too hot. Some are soft and smooth, others wrinkled and textured. Clean, sweaty. Even some with socks. <<if $playerStamina <= 85>>Easier still with the nurse's training making it harder to hold out.<</if>> <<mom>>"Good boy, get all that goo out. Do you need a tissue?" Mom leans over and wipes up some of the cum from your desk with a cleanex, before handing you it.<</mom>> You nod and thank her, exhaling heavily. <<mom>>"Why don't I go flush away your little stickies, okay? Do you want to watch?"<</mom>> Unable to resist, you follow your mom into the bathroom, where she ritualistically disposes of your semen as if it's garbage, flushing it down the toilet and giving you a kiss on the cheek. <<if $keyholder is 3>>\ Before she lets you go, she locks you back up into chastity and reminds you that she is your keyholder and keeper, as if you could forget. <<set $chastity to true>>\ <</if>>\ [[Continue.|sleep]] <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <<set $feetTracker = true>> <</if>> <<if $playerTherapist >= 3>> <<set $feetCounter += 1>> <</if>> <<set $corruption += 3>> <<set $momStat += 3>> <<if $keyholder is 3>> <<set $momDaycounter to $dayCounter>> <</if>>

<<mom>>"Ah the regular stuff, $name? Nothing wrong with just having some normal fantasies."<</mom>> Normal people having normal sex... you think. It's hard to tell, all the good parts are censored. Seeing cocks slide in and disappear behind a censor, or seeing the bar jiggle as a girl bounces her hefty chest, it's just not the same as nudity. There is some strange appeal, maybe borne of desperation. <<mom>>"Are you even enjoying this with your censorship?"<</mom>> The feeling of Mom's presense in the room makes the vanilla porn all the more thrilling. It's just the spice the 'normal stuff' needs to be thrilling. <<set _psg to either( 'vanilla1', 'vanilla2', 'vanilla3', 'vanilla4', )>>\ <<linkreplace "When are you going to have your first time?">> <<include _psg>> <</linkreplace>> Watching a girl's hand rub at nothing, masturbating, grasping at her censored tits, and fingering a pussy you can't see makes you mind-numbingly desperate. <<mom>>"See, sweetie? A girl can have lots of pleasure just with some fingers!" She says in a hopeful, chipper tone.<</mom>> <<mom>>"Good boy, get all that goo out. Do you need a tissue?" Mom leans over and wipes up some of the cum from your desk with a cleanex, before handing you it.<</mom>> You nod and thank her, exhaling heavily. <<mom>>"Why don't I go flush away your little stickies, okay? Do you want to watch?"<</mom>> Unable to resist, you follow your mom into the bathroom, where she ritualistically disposes of your semen as if it's garbage, flushing it down the toilet and giving you a kiss on the cheek. <<if $keyholder is 3>>\ Before she lets you go, she locks you back up into chastity and reminds you that she is your keyholder and keeper, as if you could forget. <<set $chastity to true>>\ <</if>>\ [[Continue.|sleep]] <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <<set $vanillaTracker = true>> <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>> <<set $momStat += 3>> <<if $keyholder is 3>> <<set $momDaycounter to $dayCounter>> <</if>>

Mom gasps at your choice. "Hmph, interesting. I think boys dressed like this are very cute." <<if $underwear is "Panties">>You flash Mom your panties, telling her you dress like these 'boys' sometimes. <<mom>>"I know, honey. You look wonderful in those." <</mom>> She gives you a kiss on the cheek and a caress of your hair, resting her head on your shoulder. The scent of her is soothing and affirming. Her weight drapes over you as you make your pumpies. <<mom>>"We should play dress up more, $name. Would you like that?"<</mom>><<else>> <<mom>>"Maybe you need a pair of panties like him, hmm, $name?"<</mom>> She seductively lays herself against your shoulder. <<mom>>"Would you wear that for Momma?" She points to a boy in a Momiji Inubashiri cosplay sucking off another man.<</mom>> Your mouth opens to give a response, but the caress of her fingers to your nipples rips the words from your lungs.<</if>> <<set _psg to either( 'femboy1', 'femboy2', )>>\ <<linkreplace "What if you looked like that?">> <<include _psg>> <</linkreplace>> You notice with a throbbing jump in your palm that the crossdressing bottom bitch's dick is bigger than yours it seems, not by much, but still. It isn't too long before you're worked up and spilling out your cum just as he gets a prostate orgasm jack-hammered into him. <<mom>>"Good boy, get all that goo out. Do you need a tissue?" Mom leans over and wipes up some of the cum from your desk with a cleanex, before handing you it.<</mom>> You nod and thank her, exhaling heavily. <<mom>>"Why don't I go flush away your little stickies, okay? Do you want to watch?"<</mom>> Unable to resist, you follow your mom into the bathroom, where she ritualistically disposes of your semen as if it's garbage, flushing it down the toilet and giving you a kiss on the cheek. <<if $keyholder is 3>>\ Before she lets you go, she locks you back up into chastity and reminds you that she is your keyholder and keeper, as if you could forget. <<set $chastity to true>>\ <</if>>\ [[Continue.|sleep]] <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <<set $femboyTracker = true>> <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>> <<set $momStat += 3>> <<if $keyholder is 3>> <<set $momDaycounter to $dayCounter>> <</if>> <<if $keyholder is 3>> <<set $momDaycounter to $dayCounter>> <</if>>

<<mom>>"Blacked? What's this?"<</mom>> You feel yourself shivering with the lewd anticipation and nervousness of exposing your innocent Mom to such depravity. The genie may have been let out of the bottle... <<mom>>"No, no. Click on that one, honey," she says softly. Her eyes are wide and engaged, focused on your screen less than you.<</mom>> The video she want's to see? 'PAWG MILF gets gangbanged by thug dick'. Although blurred and censored, the gliding of a dark black cock into a white pussy draws your entire attention to it. The pathetic feeling of fucking your hand while watching a dark-skinned man claim a woman, the stark contrast of their tones, the vigor of his masculinity compared to the lily-white perfection of her femininity. All the more enthralling when it's a motherly woman not unlike your own Mom. <<set _psg to either( 'blk1', 'blk2', 'blk3', 'blk4', 'blk5', )>>\ <<linkreplace "This is what real sex looks like.">> <<include _psg>> <</linkreplace>> The experience is captivating. You feel yourself getting lost in it. A sensation, unlike others you've felt while masturbating grips you. It's intense, new, novel. In your chair you feel your thighs and butt tense, trying to get the most of every thrust into your hand. Sooner than you'd want, you're firing off a white flag. A liquid admission to BBC's superiority. The shots of cum flare up, landing with a slick plop down on your keyboard and screen. Just as the milf gets a facial. As your orgasm clears, you realize just how much panting your Mom has been doing. She quickly removes her hands from between her legs and gulps. <<mom>>"All good now, sweetie? Had fun? Do you need a tissue?" Mom leans over and wipes up some of the cum from your desk with a cleanex, before handing you it.<</mom>> You nod and thank her, exhaling heavily. <<mom>>"Why don't I go flush away your little stickies, okay? Do you want to watch?"<</mom>> Unable to resist, you follow your mom into the bathroom, where she ritualistically disposes of your semen as if it's garbage, flushing it down the toilet and giving you a kiss on the cheek. <<if $keyholder is 3>>\ Before she lets you go, she locks you back up into chastity and reminds you that she is your keyholder and keeper, as if you could forget. <<set $chastity to true>>\ <</if>>\ [[Continue.|sleep]] <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <</if>> <<set $corruption += 2>> <<set $momStat += 3>> <<if $keyholder is 3>> <<set $momDaycounter to $dayCounter>> <</if>>

<<mom>>"Pictures of girl's feet today, huh?" Mom smiles condescendingly at you.<</mom>> A litany of women's feet, soles, toes and shoes flicker on your screen. Mom observes you with casual interest, nodding when you look at her. Masturbating in front of your mother in this way makes your heart thump, and you can't help but look down at her feet. <<mom>>"Hoping to get lucky with your girlfriends, $name?" She wiggles her toes but points at the computer. "Why don't you just focus on those girls for now?"<</mom>> <<set _psg to either( 'feet1', 'feet2', 'feet3', 'feet4', )>>\ <<linkreplace "Lust after them.">> <<include _psg>> <</linkreplace>> <<mom>>"Huh, you only make piddles with two fingers, sweetie?" She comments, pointing out your use of the Nurse's instruction.<</mom>> You find some pictures of female soles that make your pumping extra accelerated. They're just too hot. Some are soft and smooth, others wrinkled and textured. Clean, sweaty. Even some with socks. <<if $playerStamina <= 85>>Easier still with the nurse's training making it harder to hold out.<</if>> <<mom>>"Good boy, get all that goo out. Do you need a tissue?" Mom leans over and wipes up some of the cum from your desk with a cleanex, before handing you it.<</mom>> You nod and thank her, exhaling heavily. <<mom>>"Why don't I go flush away your little stickies, okay? Do you want to watch?"<</mom>> Unable to resist, you follow your mom into the bathroom, where she ritualistically disposes of your semen as if it's garbage, flushing it down the toilet and giving you a kiss on the cheek. <<if $keyholder is 3>>\ Before she lets you go, she locks you back up into chastity and reminds you that she is your keyholder and keeper, as if you could forget. <<set $chastity to true>>\ <</if>>\ [[Continue.|sleep]] <<if $playerStamina >= 65>> <<set $playerStamina -= 2>> <<else>> ''You've become resistant to this method, you should see the nurse.'' <</if>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <<set $feetTracker = true>> <</if>> <<if $playerTherapist >= 3>> <<set $feetCounter += 1>> <</if>> <<set $corruption += 3>> <<set $momStat += 3>> <<if $keyholder is 3>> <<set $momDaycounter to $dayCounter>> <</if>>

<<mom>>"Ah the regular stuff, $name? Nothing wrong with just having some normal fantasies."<</mom>> Normal people having normal sex... you think. It's hard to tell, all the good parts are censored. Seeing cocks slide in and disappear behind a censor, or seeing the bar jiggle as a girl bounces her hefty chest, it's just not the same as nudity. There is some strange appeal, maybe borne of desperation. <<mom>>"I guess you do only need the two fingers to make tuggies, smart!" Mom says cheerfully, pointing out your use of the Nurse's instructions.<</mom>> The feeling of Mom's presense in the room makes the vanilla porn all the more thrilling. It's just the spice the 'normal stuff' needs to be thrilling. <<set _psg to either( 'vanilla1', 'vanilla2', 'vanilla3', 'vanilla4', )>>\ <<linkreplace "When are you going to have your first time?">> <<include _psg>> <</linkreplace>> Watching a girl's hand rub at nothing, masturbating, grasping at her censored tits, and fingering a pussy you can't see makes you mind-numbingly desperate. <<mom>>"See, sweetie? A girl can have lots of pleasure just with some fingers!" She says in a hopeful, chipper tone.<</mom>> <<mom>>"Good boy, get all that goo out. Do you need a tissue?" Mom leans over and wipes up some of the cum from your desk with a cleanex, before handing you it.<</mom>> You nod and thank her, exhaling heavily. <<mom>>"Why don't I go flush away your little stickies, okay? Do you want to watch?"<</mom>> Unable to resist, you follow your mom into the bathroom, where she ritualistically disposes of your semen as if it's garbage, flushing it down the toilet and giving you a kiss on the cheek. <<if $keyholder is 3>>\ Before she lets you go, she locks you back up into chastity and reminds you that she is your keyholder and keeper, as if you could forget. <<set $chastity to true>>\ <</if>>\ [[Continue.|sleep]] <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <<set $vanillaTracker = true>> <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>> <<if $playerStamina >= 65>> <<set $playerStamina -= 2>> <<else>> ''You've become resistant to this method, you should see the nurse.'' <</if>> <<set $momStat += 3>> <<if $keyholder is 3>> <<set $momDaycounter to $dayCounter>> <</if>>

<<mom>>Mom gasps at your choice. "Hmph, interesting. I think boys dressed like this are very cute."<</mom>> <<if $underwear is "Panties">>You flash Mom your panties, telling her you dress like these 'boys' sometimes. <<mom>>"I know, honey. You look wonderful in those." <</mom>> She gives you a kiss on the cheek and a caress of your hair, resting her head on your shoulder. The scent of her is soothing and affirming. Her weight drapes over you as you make your pumpies. <<mom>>"We should play dress up more, $name. Would you like that?"<</mom>><<else>> <<mom>>"Maybe you need a pair of panties like him, hmm, $name?"<</mom>> She seductively lays herself against your shoulder. <<mom>>"Would you wear that for Momma?" She points to a boy in a Momiji Inubashiri cosplay sucking off another man.<</mom>> Your mouth opens to give a response, but the caress of her fingers to your nipples rips the words from your lungs.<</if>> <<set _psg to either( 'femboy1', 'femboy2', )>>\ <<linkreplace "What if you looked like that?">> <<include _psg>> <</linkreplace>> You notice with a throbbing jump in your palm that the crossdressing bottom bitch's dick is bigger than yours it seems, not by much, but still. <<mom>>"No way he could get off with just two fingers," Mom comments softly, pointing out your use of the Nurse's instruction.<</mom>> It isn't too long before you're worked up and spilling out your cum just as he gets a prostate orgasm jack-hammered into him. <<mom>>"Good boy, get all that goo out. Do you need a tissue?" Mom leans over and wipes up some of the cum from your desk with a cleanex, before handing you it.<</mom>> You nod and thank her, exhaling heavily. <<mom>>"Why don't I go flush away your little stickies, okay? Do you want to watch?"<</mom>> Unable to resist, you follow your mom into the bathroom, where she ritualistically disposes of your semen as if it's garbage, flushing it down the toilet and giving you a kiss on the cheek. <<if $keyholder is 3>>\ Before she lets you go, she locks you back up into chastity and reminds you that she is your keyholder and keeper, as if you could forget. <<set $chastity to true>>\ <</if>>\ [[Continue.|sleep]] <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <<set $femboyTracker = true>> <</if>> <<set $corruption +=1>> <<if $playerStamina >= 65>> <<set $playerStamina -= 2>> <<else>> ''You've become resistant to this method, you should see the nurse.'' <</if>> <<set $momStat += 3>> <<if $keyholder is 3>> <<set $momDaycounter to $dayCounter>> <</if>>

<<mom>>"Blacked? What's this?"<</mom>> You feel yourself shivering with the lewd anticipation and nervousness of exposing your innocent Mom to such depravity. The genie may have been let out of the bottle... <<mom>>"No, no. Click on that one, honey," she says softly. Her eyes are wide and engaged, focused on your screen less than you.<</mom>> The video she want's to see? 'PAWG MILF gets gangbanged by thug dick'. Although blurred and censored, the gliding of a dark black cock into a white pussy draws your entire attention to it. The pathetic feeling of fucking your hand while watching a dark-skinned man claim a woman, the stark contrast of their tones, the vigor of his masculinity compared to the lily-white perfection of her femininity. All the more enthralling when it's a motherly woman not unlike your own Mom. <<mom>>"Pulling your lil woody like that just looks silly compared to these other... men," Mom says breathlessly, pointing out your use of the Nurse's method.<</mom>> <<set _psg to either( 'blk1', 'blk2', 'blk3', 'blk4', 'blk5', )>>\ <<linkreplace "This is what real sex looks like.">> <<include _psg>> <</linkreplace>> The experience is captivating. You feel yourself getting lost in it. A sensation, unlike others you've felt while masturbating grips you. It's intense, new, novel. In your chair you feel your thighs and butt tense, trying to get the most of every thrust into your hand. Sooner than you'd want, you're firing off a white flag. A liquid admission to BBC's superiority. The shots of cum flare up, landing with a slick plop down on your keyboard and screen. Just as the milf gets a facial. As your orgasm clears, you realize just how much panting your Mom has been doing. She quickly removes her hands from between her legs and gulps. <<mom>>"All good now, sweetie? Had fun? Do you need a tissue?" Mom leans over and wipes up some of the cum from your desk with a cleanex, before handing you it.<</mom>> You nod and thank her, exhaling heavily. <<mom>>"Why don't I go flush away your little stickies, okay? Do you want to watch?"<</mom>> Unable to resist, you follow your mom into the bathroom, where she ritualistically disposes of your semen as if it's garbage, flushing it down the toilet and giving you a kiss on the cheek. <<if $keyholder is 3>>\ Before she lets you go, she locks you back up into chastity and reminds you that she is your keyholder and keeper, as if you could forget. <<set $chastity to true>>\ <</if>>\ [[Continue.|sleep]] <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <</if>> <<set $corruption += 2>> <<if $playerStamina >= 65>> <<set $playerStamina -= 2>> <<else>> ''You've become resistant to this method, you should see the nurse.'' <</if>> <<set $momStat += 3>> <<if $keyholder is 3>> <<set $momDaycounter to $dayCounter>> <</if>>

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<<therapist>>"Tell me about your week, $name.<</therapist>> You illuminate Ms. Patterson as to the past week's events. She takes copious notes but says little. Eventually, your time is up. It's a nice change of pace to just speak with her a little bit. <<therapist>>"Have you given some thought to who you might want to give custody of your chastity keys to?"<</therapist>> <<if $keyholder is 1>>Your session ends before you can properly discuss it, but it does leave you wondering.<<else>>Your session ends before you can properly discuss who you have chosen, but it does leave you wondering if you picked the right girl.<</if>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $playerTherapist to 16>>

When the final period ends, you gather your things and make ready to wait for $boyname. He finds you outside, clutching a textbook under his arm. With a brush of his blonde bangs from his eyes he sallies forth across the parking lot and to the sidewalk. He was right, his house is only a few blocks away. You walk for the bus anyway, so this is hardly putting you out. [[Continue.|visit3b]]

$boyname's home is modest, but very cozy. It also has the added benefit of being a home, rather than a cramped apartment. The slight funk of after-school lends the visit a strangely pre-settled-in feel. Both of you are happy to just flop out on the couch at first and chat. $boyname tells you his parents won't be home for a few hours, and the place is free to share without interruption. [[Chat about normal, sane things. Like video games.|visit3c]] <<if $corruption > 200>>\ [[Ask him if he wants to goon together.|visit3d]] <<else>>\ Ask him if he wants to goon together. You aren't corrupt enough for this. <</if>> <<if $underwear is "Panties">>\ [[Find a way to flash him your panties discreetly.|visit3e]] <<else>>\ Find a way to flash him your panties discreetly. You aren't wearing panties. <</if>>\

Having a friend to visit and bullshit with is amazingly chill. You and $boyname really get a more comfortable rhythm here at his home, free from any observers. He's quick to make you feel at peace in his place, and both of you are riffing off each other well. Well-meaning bickering over favorite anime girls, video game protags, and if the sequel is better than the original. Eventually, his dad returns home and you realize you have no idea how you're getting home. $boyname's dad is quick to offer you a ride, and in no time you're back home. It's a little late, but socializing with your friend has left you satisfied and energized. [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>>

<<oli>>"W-w-what? How do you mean?"<</oli>> Watch porn. Jerk off together. That sort of thing. <<if $chastity is true>>Well, he can jerk off, you won't be able to. That detail you keep to yourself.<</if>> You assure him it's pretty normal for guys to do that together. The consternated expression he gives you tells him he is uncertain. His reaction is subdued and submissive, seemingly not wanting to tell you off, but he's clearly uncomfortable. You're far too shameless and porn-sick to care, insisting he give it a try. And if the two of you decide not to jerk off, that's fine. You smirk and tell him you know some good stuff. $boyname relents, slowly walking you to his room. It's tense but you can see him percilating with curiosity. His room isn't too unlike yours, except a little more tidy and with more statues and gunpla. You sit on his bed beside him while he controls the computer. He decides to just look at something 'normal', and the two of you find yourselves watching a Hentai MMD. The vocoloid voices, combined with the erotic dancing and garishly lewd poses is tantilizing. You wonder if he has a censorchip like you, but don't let that get in the way of your enjoyment. You get stiff in your pants easily, and it's clear he's flustered too. <<oli>>"She's hot," he comments weakly, looking for your approval.<</oli>> With agreement and gusto, you mention how nice her tits are. The lewd animation has the girl shake her breasts. Not that you can see anything but a wiggling black bar. As you two get more comfortable, you begin talking more. $boyname even sits next to you on the bed. Slowly but surely, the two of you are sat together, the warmth of each other's thighs able to be felt. A bulge twitches between his legs, and his breathing becomes labored with arousal just like yours. <<if $chastity is true>>Kept tight in metal, your stiffy leaks against its prison, a lewd reminder your sexual relief is behind lock and key.<</if>> Like two fags, you twitch and squirt pre into your boxers as you watch hentai PMVs and other simple things. It's nothing kinky or hardcore, but the excitement that comes from watching it with a friend isn't lost on you or your pecker. Just as $boyname begins moving his hips, side-eyeing you and threatening to open his pants, both of you hear the door to the house open. Quick as a whip both of you spring into action to cover your tracks. Browser is closed, and the two of you take a breather to try and hide your arousal. It's awkward to discuss when pent up, but his dad happily agrees to drive you home. [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<set $corruption += 5>>

A salacious idea strikes you when you remember the caress of your panties to your <<if $chastity is false>>junk<<else>>cage<</if>>. You decide then you want to flash them to $boyname to let him know just the sort of "man" you are. And, perhaps you'll find out if he's just like you. You pre-prep yourself, subtly pulling your panties up and shirt out to make it easier for them to 'accidentally' be spotted. He's quick to make you feel at peace in his place, and both of you are riffing of each other well. Well-meaning bickering over favorite anime girls, video game protags, and if the sequel is better than the original. All the while you look for a chance to show him the waistband of your undergarments. The arousal and anticipation swells in you, and when the moment comes you don't shy away. There is a chance to lean forward deeply and reach for the remote on the coffee table, so you do so. And there it is, you can feel it, cool air on your lower back. And that means you're showing $boyname the pink waistband and fabric of your mommy's stolen panties. Something about it makes your mouth tingle with wonderment, something so graphically lewd. You don't hint anything about it, but when you turn to look at $boyname his cheeks are beet red and he's at a loss for words. Eventually, his dad returns home and you realize you have no idea how you're getting home. $boyname's dad is quick to offer you a ride, and in no time you're back home. It's a little late, but socializing with your friend has left you satisfied and energized. [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>>

You want to do something special for Mom, and it's hard to come up with a better gift for a woman in need of appreciation than a shopping spree. So, catching your Mom in the kitchen, reading her phone, you approach her with a giddy uncertainty tingling your chest. Wordlessly, clutching the plastic rectangle by the edges with your thumbs, offering it to her almost like a businessman does his identification, you present her your debit card. <<mom>>"W-what's this sweetie? Something wrong with your card?"<</mom>> With a shake of your head, you lay it on the table for her. Both the card and your intention to fund a shopping spree for her. <<mom>>"Today? Are you sure? What's your budget, honey?"<</mom>> [[100.|momtryonshopping100]] <<if $playerMoney >= 299>> [[300.|momtryonshopping300a]] <<else>> 300. You don't have the money for this. <</if>> <<if $playerMoney >= 499>> [[500.|momtryonshopping500a]] <<else>> 500. You don't have the money for this. <</if>> <<if $playerMoney >= 699>> [[700.|momtryonshopping700a]] <<else>> 700. You don't have the money for this. <</if>>

<<mom>>"Well, I'll get dressed! We can go to the mall and make a whole day of it!"<</mom>> Mom springs from her seat and gives you a kiss on the cheek. The feeling lingers, a warmth spreading from her smooch across your whole form with satisfaction and you patiently wait for her to get ready. When she returns she looks absolutely overjoyed, the thought occurs to you that you're going to be spending a lot of money on her today, but it's a great thing. Especially seeing the cheer of her face. The slight wrinkles of her face only serving to highlight the beautiful mirth of her motherly, comforting expression. As you pile into the car, Mom flaunts your card at you before slipping it into her purse. <<mom>>"Finally! You're beginning to understand what boys are useful for." She snickers cuttingly.<</mom>> When she starts the car she switches the radio to something girly and pop music oriented. If this trip is going to be a day for her, seems like every detail will be tuned just to what she likes. Entering the mall following Mom in tow is odd with the realization you don't have the ability to buy anything for yourself. It's been a few years since you relied on Mom making all the purchases for you, and having to beg her for new toys and video games. Now the reins are in her hands, except she's spending your cash on all those frivilous things. Mom drags you from a boutique to a lingerie store, to a more conventional clothing store. Seems her mind is dead set on new fabrics to drape herself. It's joyful to watch her eyes light up with glee as she inspects the items she wants. When she goes to check the price tag, she flinches away, still stuck in that need to save money. This is her day, and it's your hard earned money she is spending. So no matter how steep the number on the tag, you pat her hand and encourage her to add it to her bundle. Her eyes light up with glee and her thank yous are immense. Until they're not. As her arm gets heavy with outfits, panties, bathing suits, and scarves each new items takes away more of that miserly worry. And replaces it with the zeal and strength of a woman being provided for. The sway of her hips and move of her body with each step speak to a supposedly earned confidence finally unleashed. <<mom>>"You've got it, right?" She asks, jokingly now, not even letting you respond, as she adds another item to her collection.<</mom>> When she finally gets to the register, she chats up the woman behind the counter, wordlessly nudging the card reader toward you. As they talk you catch a few words from your Mom, mentioning that you're paying for everything today. The overly saccharine, doting words of admiration the teller gives you makes you feel quite small. Each beep of the scanned tags adds another item to the card reader's display, winding up as a long and expensive list of clothes. The harrowing figure at the end stares back at you with unwavering authority. You can almost feel your savings being swiped away physically as she slides your debit card across the reader and confirms the purchase. <<mom>>"It's his card, isn't that cute?"<</mom>> Mom ruffles your hair and hands you the bags to carry. As you too walk away the weight of her purchases seems particularly noticeable, despite them being nothing but some skimpy womanly items. <<mom>>"Being such a giving, generous boy will make you a good husband. You know that, right, $name?" Mom smiles confidently at you. "Especially because, you know!" She makes a pinching gesture with her thumb and forefinger, and giggles, but says nothing more.<</mom>> [[Continue.|momtryonshopping100a]] <<set $playerMoney -= 100>>

Going from a relative lack of censored interruption to a complete blur of pixels is shocking. When Mom rounds the chair for the third time, she does so in a sling bikini she's threatening to spill out of. Pixels obliterate any details of her chest, woefully blocking you from appreciating her mommy mammaries. Worst of all, as your eyes drift down her lewd and exposed tummy, you notice your chip "helpfully" obscuring the labia spilling from her lack of garments. <<mom>>"I thought this one was fun and sporty! Figure it might let me get a nice good tan. You look like you're about to have a nosebleed, $name. Is mommy's butt a bit too shocking for you?"<</mom>> [img[setup.img + 'tryon4.png']] She snickers and leans over a bit. You want to leap from your seat and bury your face between her cheeks. But you clutch to the chair with your hands, white-knuckling the fabric and murmuring at the pixels staring you back. <<mom>>"Aww, I hope this little peak was worth it. This thing was a hundred bucks just by itself! It's designer. Kind of silly to charge so much for so little fabric but, I didn't pay for it~"<</mom>> When she returns to the closet she lightly brushes her hand across your junk and chest, giving a kiss to your cheek as she leans over and passes you by. [[Continue.|momtryonshoppingexit]] <<set $momStat += 10>> <<if $keyholder is 3>> <<set $momGBP += 10>> <</if>>

<<mom>>"Wanna see what I got? You can tell me if anything needs to be returned, go on, come into the bedroom. It'll be a little fashion show!"<</mom>> You can not agree fast enough, helping her carry her many bags into her room. Mom guides you to a chair by the side of her room you never noticed before, and faces it the opposite way. She tells you to keep facing forward, so as not to look. However, you can hear her open her closet door and stow behind it. Seems she wants to make sure you're not taking any peeks. <<mom>>"Alright~ You get ready for this!"<</mom>> She slides the touch of her hand across the back of your chair and daintily to your shoulder to catch your attention. Mom is in a stunning, tight outfit. Her motherly figure strains against the fabric, testing the limits of how slimming it can be. However, it does everything to highlight the vast curves of her body. [img[setup.img + 'tryon1.png']] Her chest is covered with a tight black turtleneck, the sleeves ending a little short so as to expose a bit more skin. Almost demurely, unsure, she clasps her hands together over her buxom chest. However, once she really soaks in the awe-struck face you've got on, her confidence grows. The black shirt does absolutely nothing to hide the size of her chest, the vague shape of her nipples is visible, poking through with the help of her bra's pointed shape. Clinging tight to her midsection, the shirt shows a bit of her untoned belly. A nice pad of motherly pudge gives her this sensual, comforting, erotic and safe appearance that makes your heart melt and dick get sprung. She daintily covers her mouth, hiding a laughing grin between manicured nails. <<mom>>She turns to the side, to and fro. "So, what do you think, huh?"<</mom>> A meaty wallop of a slap lands to her butt, jiggling just barely in the tight jeans hiding nothing of her big ass. You almost feel as if your censorchip is bugging out, surely this lewdness should be hidden from view? The faux 'girl pocket' on her butt, stitched on but too small to be used, seems to spread across the wonderous expanse of her tush. <<mom>>"I'll take the drooling stare as a 'that looks great on you, Mom.'"<</mom>> [[Continue.|momtryonshopping100b]]

Mom once again disappears. You can hear her struggle a bit, wiggling out of her new clothes to don the other set. When she returns, it's in an elegant and flowing evening gown. The dark, silky fabric catches what light is in the room in its folds, giving her a graceful and inspiring appearance. A delightful window is cut into the bust of her dress, making her cleavage the star of the show. Not that your censors will let you enjoy much more than the pixelated notion of it. She teasingly bounces her chest with two magnificent jumps. The clap of her breasts back down against her chest is so erotic it's to die for. You squirm and shift in your seat as she drinks in your reaction to her classy, confident posing. [img[setup.img + 'tryon7.png']] <<mom>>"This might be nice if I ever get a night out to dinner. If I'm not with you, maybe this will lure some stud to pay for dinner." She snickers and leans forward, letting her tits hang free, and tugging down the cleavage further with her finger.<</mom>> [[Continue.|momtryonshoppingexit]] <<set $momStat += 5>> <<if $keyholder is 3>> <<set $momGBP += 5>> <</if>>

<<mom>>"Well, that's all the fun stuff. I got a few pairs of panties and socks but I'm sure you'll find those in the laundry soon enough."<</mom>> She chuckles and disappears one final time. <<mom>>"Why don't you run along to your room and settle that little woody with your hand, okay, honey? Go make humpies and dinner will be done soon!"<</mom>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<set $corruption += 5>>

Going from a relative lack of censored interruption to a complete blur of pixels is shocking. When Mom rounds the chair for the third time, she does so in a sling bikini she's threatening to spill out of. Pixels obliterate any details of her chest, woefully blocking you from appreciating her mommy mammaries. Worst of all, as your eyes drift down her lewd and exposed tummy, you notice your chip "helpfully" obscuring the labia spilling from her lack of garments. <<mom>>"I thought this one was fun and sporty! Figure it might let me get a nice good tan. You look like you're about to have a nosebleed, $name. Is mommy's butt a bit too shocking for you?"<</mom>> [img[setup.img + 'tryon4.png']] She snickers and leans over a bit. You want to leap from your seat and bury your face between her cheeks. But you clutch to the chair with your hands, white-knuckling the fabric and murmuring at the pixels staring you back. <<mom>>"Aww, I hope this little peak was worth it. This thing was a hundred bucks just by itself! It's designer. Kind of silly to charge so much for so little fabric but, I didn't pay for it~"<</mom>> When she returns to the closet she lightly brushes her hand across your junk and chest, giving a kiss to your cheek as she leans over and passes you by. <<if $playerQueen >= 5>> [[Continue.|momtryonshopping700e]] <<else>> [[Continue.|momtryonshopping700f]] <</if>>

<<mom>>"This one is a classic!" Mom calls from her closet. "Boys love this. Not sure why I bought it, I guess I always wanted one when I was younger but, never had the chance to wear it."<</mom>> You aren't sure what she'll be in when she prances over to reveal her next purchase. But when she does you gasp in pleasured disbelief. A bunny suit! A real, genuine, leather and nylon bunny suit. You only get the briefest glimpse at the fluffy white tail above her butt because she places herself right in front of you. First, she lets you see the side profile. Each detail of her decidedly mature and mommy-shaped body adds a sensuality to the already sexualized outfit that makes it uniquely hers. Her bountiful tits tease you with the idea they might spill out, but if the sling bikini could hold onto her nipples, you trust the leather corset could here. The bodysuit of nylon underneath the corset shifts and hisses as she moves, this sleek and silky sound attributing the wonderment of eroticism to her each motion. [img[setup.img + 'tryon6.png']] <<mom>>"I bet you never thought you'd see your mommy in one of these, huh? Whoever said nice guys finish last! You're a sweet boy and you get to see all this. I'd say that's a first-prize win."<</mom>> She proudly puts her hands on her hips. The leather cupping her tits curls forward a bit, and the seeping sag of her boobs just barely spills from the sides. The bunny ears atop her head are characteristically scrunkly, the wires in them bent into an amusing shape fitting her irreverent display of sexuality. <<mom>>"Maybe you can earn yourself a nice lap dance if you fund a few more shopping sprees! Ha! What kind of boy would want that thought?"<</mom>> She walks past you, but before disappearing to change, she leans in and puts her lips right beside your ear. The weight of her on the chair's back, and the warmth of her breath, make your neck hairs prickle. <<mom>>"What kind of boy would want a lap dance from his mom?"<</mom>> [[Continue.|momtryonshoppingexit]] <<set $momStat += 15>> <<if $keyholder is 3>> <<set $momGBP += 15>> <</if>>

<<if $playerMoney <= 199>>\ <<gyaru>>"You can't manage two-hundred dollars? Ugh, you suck.."<</gyaru>> You feel like you've set your 'relationship' with $bullygf back a bit. [[Continue.|gyarubuy2]] <<set $tribute -=100>>\ <<else>> <<gyaru>>"Buy panties from me? You've got to be kidding. And why should I even allow you the privilege of buying these from me?"<</gyaru>> She paces in the small space you two have decided to make a hideaway out of. And before you can answer, she answers for you. <<gyaru>>"I'll sell them to you so long as you promise to wear them, starting now. Deal?"<</gyaru>> [[Deal.|gyarubuy1]] [[No deal.|gyarubuy2]] <</if>>

<<gyaru>>"Good faggot. Now strip off your pants and undies."<</gyaru>> $bullygf wastes no time in slipping her hands under her skirt to pull off her panties. They slide down her knees as you unbuckle your belt and try to free yourself of your garments. She impatiently waits for your undressing, swinging the g-string panties around on her index finger carelessly. The feeling of exposing yourself so plainly and dangerously is quite a thrill. You dispose of your shoes, keeping your socks. Then go your pants, leaving your legs exposed. At least if anyone noticed you'd have the excuse of maybe being bullied by $bullygf, that's plausible. <<if $underwear is "Panties">> <<gyaru>>"Oh, I see you've already got some on. Whose are those? Some other bitch you play wallet to?"<</gyaru>> [[Tell her they're your Mom's.|gyarubuy1a]] [[Tell her you bought them.|gyarubuy1b]] [[Tell her they're your girlfriend's.|gyarubuy1c]] <<else>> <<gyaru>>"You won't be needing those tighty whities any more. Kick 'em aside, and squirm into these, needle-dick."<</gyaru>> She throws her warm panties at you and you fumble to catch them. They're so skimpy you're worried they won't cover even your tiny peck. <<if $chastity is true>> She covers her mouth with her hand, her long nails accented against the tan of her skin. <<gyaru>>"Oh my god, and a cage. Figures."<</gyaru>> <<else>> She closes her hand aside from her pinkie, wiggling it at you. <<gyaru>>"Free willie, huh? Maybe you should fix that."<</gyaru>> <</if>> [[Continue.|gyarubuy3]] <</if>>

She grabs you by the lapels and shoves you against the wall, her knee spreading your legs and delicately balancing your orbs against its bony cap. <<gyaru>>"Then why the fuck are you wasting..." <</gyaru>> ''KICK.'' <<gyaru>>"... My..." <</gyaru>> ''KICK.'' <<gyaru>>"... TIME!" <</gyaru>> ''KICK.'' $bullygf tenderizes your balls until you're mewling, her knee impacting against your acorns with the fury of an unpaid dom. She searches out your waller and snatches a few fistfuls of bills out, throwing the leather item back at your face. <<gyaru>>"Asshole."<</gyaru>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<if $playerMoney < 40>> <<set $tribute +=$playerMoney>> <<set $playerMoney -=$playerMoney>> <<else>> <<set $tribute +=40>> <<set $playerMoney -=40>> <</if>>

<<gyaru>>"Wow. That's really pathetic. But, honestly not surprising. If I were your Mommy I'd be very upset my little sissy was stealing my panties. You won't be needing those any more. Kick 'em aside, and squirm into these, needle-dick."<</gyaru>> She throws her warm panties at you and you fumble to catch them. They're so skimpy you're worried they won't cover even your tiny peck. <<if $chastity is true>> She covers her mouth with her hand, her long nails accented against the tan of her skin. <<gyaru>>"Oh my god, and a cage. Figures."<</gyaru>> <<else>> She closes her hand aside from her pinkie, wiggling it at you. <<gyaru>>"Free willie, huh? Maybe you should fix that."<</gyaru>> <</if>> [[Continue.|gyarubuy3]]

<<gyaru>>"Wow. That's almost impressive. How much did you stutter when you spoke to the teller? You did buy them in person, right? You wouldn't be wimp enough to order them online?"<</gyaru>> She throws her warm panties at you and you fumble to catch them. They're so skimpy you're worried they won't cover even your tiny peck. <<gyaru>>"Take them off, you won't be needing them anymore."<</gyaru>> <<if $chastity is true>> She covers her mouth with her hand, her long nails accented against the tan of her skin. <<gyaru>>"Oh my god, and a cage. Figures."<</gyaru>> <<else>> She closes her hand aside from her pinkie, wiggling it at you. <<gyaru>>"Free willie, huh? Maybe you should fix that."<</gyaru>> <</if>> [[Continue.|gyarubuy3]]

<<gyaru>>"Nah. I don't buy that. I bet they're swiped from the laundry. Stole them from momma, huh? You won't be needing those any more. Kick 'em aside, and squirm into these, needle-dick."<</gyaru>> She throws her warm panties at you and you fumble to catch them. They're so skimpy you're worried they won't cover even your tiny peck. <<if $chastity is true>> She covers her mouth with her hand, her long nails accented against the tan of her skin. <<gyaru>>"Oh my god, and a cage. Figures."<</gyaru>> <<else>> She closes her hand aside from her pinkie, wiggling it at you. <<gyaru>>"Free willie, huh? Maybe you should fix that."<</gyaru>> <</if>> [[Continue.|gyarubuy3]]

Under the auspices of $bullygf's erotic gaze, you slip one leg and the other into her underwear. The thought that she was just wearing them, all this fabric was grinding up against her asshole and pussy makes your peck swell to attempted stiffness. You tug the underwear tight, surprising yourself with the minor bulge you're packing. Click! $bullygf snaps a pic of you in them before you can use your hands to conceal the panties tucked around your junk. As you lean forward, you suddenly feel just how exposed your ass is, essentially mooning the expanse behind you. Burning with a blush, you scramble to redress yourself properly. <<gyaru>>"Good girl. Enjoy those slutty panties for the rest of the day. Don't forget your old pair."<</gyaru>> Teasingly, she walks by you and spins, walking backward as she quickly flashes her bare pussy at you. Or rather, the black box where her pussy should be. The look on your face gives her a raucous laugh. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $playerMoney -= 200>> <<set $tribute += 200>> <<set $hasMompanties to true>>

Mom propositions you for a trip to the mall and you find it hard to decline. A day out with her would be just splendid! <<mom>>"But honey, is it okay if $codename goes?"<</mom>> The name cuts right through you! That was the secret name she had you use during your beach trip. She wants you to crossdress again? <<mom>>"Think of it sweetie, you're a big boy. Might be kind of embarrassing to hang out with your Mom. But a daughter? No one is going to bat an eye! Trust me, it'll make the whole thing a lot funner!"<</mom>> You reflect inward, thinking about her words. There is some truth to that. <<if $underwear is "Panties">> <<mom>>"Besides, aren't you in panties right now? What's a few more girly clothes?"<</mom>> <<else>> <<mom>>"I'll even buy you a new pair of panties!"<</mom>> <</if>> [[You can't do that.|mommalla]] [[You'd love to.|mommallb]]

The anticipation you feel when Mom leaves again is broken in a way that leaves you making a sharp gasp. BLACKED. Printed in bold and dark block letters around her waistband, your Mom, your precious mother, is branded. Your eyes are drawn to her ass, and your prick fitfully spits up precum in defiance of these foreign claims on her body. But it isn't just her ass being cradled by the obsidian, supple fabric of the thong. Her breasts are also underlined by it. [img[setup.img + 'tryon5.jpg']] A matching thong and sports bra held tight to her body and accented all her sexual attributes in a way that hid their details from you, just as your censor might. And yet, seeing those words, done over and over against her pale skin, has you nearly ejaculating in fearful, lustful, cuckold shame and desire. <<mom>>"Are you okay, sweetheart? You're panting? Pfft, I had no idea some workout clothes would get you so worked up!"<</mom>> She twists and turns a bit to show herself off more. <<mom>>"The lady at the store said these were all the rage among 'women like me', I guess I should be trying to get back in shape, huh?"<</mom>> She pats her own butt, jiggling it a little. Built. Built. Built. You try to shake off those thoughts, Sabrina's words echoing in your head as you look at what your censors allow you to. [img[setup.img + 'tryon8.png']] <<mom>>"Do you like them? Maybe I'll wear them to the gym, we can go together!"<</mom>> Your voice catches in your throat, and before you have time to answer, she approaches and ruffles your hair. She settles in your lap, the weight of her thighs resting to yours. And mournfully, your little bulge is just out of contact with her pussylips, the crease of which you can just barely make out against the black fabric of her new thong. <<if $playerStamina < 16>> <<mom>>"You seem flustered? Thinking of something? Is it maybe your Mommy riding a... big..." <</mom>> ''BUMP!'' The warmth of her snatch grinds against your <<if $chastity is false>>cock.<<else>>cage.<</if>> <<mom>>"Black."<</mom>> ''Bump! Bump!'' You can't hold on, you're going to cum! She's going to make you cum! <<if $chastity is true>>Even through the cage, your stamina is so ruined that the vague warmth, and the imagery of sex is enough to stir your arousal.<</if>> <<mom>>"Cock?" <</mom>> ''Bump.'' //Spurt~ Spurt~ Spurt~// The pathetic hiss of you shooting semen into your underwear rings out, the scent of it permeates the air. The feeling of defeat and relinquishment swirls with your orgasmic pleasure. Mom gives you a kiss on the cheek and dismounts. <<mom>>"Hmm. Why don't you wash up before dinner, honey? Looks like you had an accident."<</mom>> <<else>> <<mom>>"You seem flustered? Thinking of something? Is it maybe your Mommy riding a... big..." <</mom>> ''BUMP!'' The warmth of her snatch grinds against your <<if $chastity is false>>cock.<<else>>cage.<</if>> <<mom>>"Black."<</mom>> ''Bump! Bump!'' She's practically riding you! She's actually on top of you!<<if $chastity is true>>Even through the cage, the feeling is amazing. Pussy, and so close!.<</if>> <<mom>>"Cock?" <</mom>> She gets off your lap and chuckles. You can feel your heart pound in your chest. <<mom>>"Hmm. Why don't you wash up before dinner, honey?"<</mom>> <</if>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>>

The anticipation you feel when Mom leaves again is broken suddenly by the jiggle of her ass in a black cotton panty and sports bra combo. The stunning white waistband draws the eye to her plump figure, and visions of her jiggling her way through using an elliptical play in your mind. <<mom>>"Are you okay, sweetheart? You're panting? Pfft, I had no idea some workout clothes would get you so worked up!"<</mom>> [img[setup.img + 'tryon2.png']] She twists and turns a bit to show herself off more. <<mom>>"The lady at the store said these were all the rage among 'women like me', I guess I should be trying to get back in shape, huh?"<</mom>> <<mom>>"She pats her own butt, wobbling it a little. Do you like them? Maybe I'll wear them to the gym, we can go together!"<</mom>> Your voice catches in your throat, and before you have time to answer, she approaches and ruffles your hair. She settles in your lap, the weight of her thighs resting to yours. And mournfully, your little bulge is just out of contact with her pussylips, the crease of which you can just barely make out against the black fabric of her new thong. [img[setup.img + 'tryon3.png']] <<if $chastity is false>> <<mom>>"Aww, if your little winky was more grown up we'd be touching. Thankfully it's all safe and tucked away!"<</mom>> <<else>> <<mom>>"Aww, if your little winky was more grown up we'd be touching. Thankfully it's all safe and locked away!"<</mom>> <</if>> <<if $playerStamina < 16>> That bump and grind, and that tease, is all you need. Like falling over a waterfall, you begin ejaculating. It's serene, thrusting upward at her and moaning like a wimp. You clutch onto her for help, spraying your semen uselessly into your underwear. <</if>> She gets off your lap and chuckles. You can feel your heart pound in your chest. <<mom>>"Hmm. Why don't you wash up before dinner, honey?"<</mom>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<set $corruption += 5>> <<set $momStat += 20>> <<if $keyholder is 3>> <<set $momGBP += 15>> <</if>>

Mom and you have an excellent, if reserved, day at the mall. You can tell, especially early on, how much she wanted to visit the mall with you as her 'daughter', but the two of you have fun all the same... [[Continue.|sleep]]

<<mom>>"Aww, I am so excited, $codename. Why don't you dress up in those clothes you wore to the beach? They were a little 'ambigious' is that what they call it?"<</mom>> You nod worriedly. <<mom>>"Oh, and you'll need a bra." <<if $underwear is "Boxers">> She tuts. "And panties too."<</if>><</mom>> Mom helps you dress in those extra bits, and once more you find her doting over you in front of her mirror. The excitement that brings her to life from dressing you this way is infectious. Or perhaps that's the butterflies of nervousness. When she's done, you do look like a dumpy and boyish girl. Perhaps a makeover would make the ruse more convincing. She lays her hands at your shoulders, her breasts flanking your head. Within that possessive gesture was enshrined her delicately domineering desire to change her darling boy into her perfect daughter. You feel small in her grasp, moldable. And good. [[Continue.|mommallb2]] <<set $corruption += 5>>

When you arrive in the mall you feel overwhelmed. You've been there before, with and without your Mom. Today however, you are $codename. And $codename is under the constant stress of being 'found out'. Mom can feel your nervousness, especially considering you're practically clutching at her hip. With a soothing, confidence-boosting smile, she clasps your hand. <<mom>>"Let's get you some clothes first!"<</mom>> Mom hustles you over to the clothing department. Spread out are a myriad of options. Smaller, fancier boutiques. More conventional, 'normal' clothing, goth, and other modish clothing. Finally, the Smitten Kitten, a lingerie store. <<mom>>She takes a pause, looking across them all, including the Kitten. "Well, which one do you think?"<</mom>> [[Fancy.|mommallc1]] [[Trendy.|mommallc3]] [[Slutty.|mommallc4]]

<<mom>>Mom seems excited at your choice. "Oh, really, $codename? I'm surprised, gosh! This will just be great for our makeover."<</mom>> The boutique has a small storefront, but expands into something vibrant once the two of you walk in properly. The lighting is bright, and the racks are stuff with frilly and fantastic clothing. You can't deny a little flutter enters your chest, wonderment, at what you might look like in some of these outfits. Your hands play across the myriad fabrics and colors, and Mom is elated at the options before you two. Invariably, a saleswoman approaches. Stately and well-dressed, you smell her perfume before you really draw in the details of her face. The rich and rosy scent is captivating and you feel subdued, trying to keep yourself from stealing extra whiffs. Her face is heart-shaped and warm, her eyes squinted partly. Long, inky-raven hair falls down from her head to the middle of her back in straight and well tended locks. <<generic>>"Hello, ladies. Is there anything I can help you with?" She asks, softly. Looking between you and your Mom, it seems your feminine rouse is working perfectly. The feeling is flustering.<</generic>> <<mom>>"Oh! We were trying to find something nice and, you know, dressy for my daughter here."<</mom>> <<generic>>"A special occasion?"<</generic>> You try to pipe up, but your Mom grasps your forearm and holds your hand, the gesture quiets you. <<mom>>"She's having a date with her boyfriend for the first time. Long distance and all that."<</mom>> <<generic>>"Oh, how nice!" The saleswoman regards you with a little nod before focusing on your Mom once more. Being left out of the conversation in this way makes you feel particularly small.<</generic>> <<mom>>"Isn't it? I was hoping for something that would look good for a night on the town. Classy but not stuffy!"<</mom>> <<generic>>"I think I know just the thing. Would you follow me?"<</generic>> The saleswoman blusters about the store, plucking from the racks a seemingly ecclectic set of garments. <<generic>>At one point, she asks, "Full set?" The question accompanied a motion toward undergarments.<</generic>> <<mom>>"Yes!" Mom exclaims, her excitement displaying itself in a little wiggle of her hips.<</mom>> The two women escort you to the changing rooms and hustle you in. With the clothes selected for you over your arm, you're given a bit of privacy. You undress, feeling once more your "masculinity" such as it is, exposed to the full length mirror before you. You instinctively cover your chest with your arm, and feel that longer hair is perhaps in your future. With your eyes flicking low, you begin to redress yourself. First is, of course, the undergarments. A rich scarlet panty and bra was picked out for you. The cup size is so pathetically small it may as well be a bit of padding. However, the cups do emulate the smallest bump of breasts, and when you look at yourself once more in the mature-looking, black-and-red adornments clinging to your chest and hips. Your figure is far from a robust and curvy woman's, but the slimness makes it clear you have yet to be developed. Next comes the skirt. Black and tight to the body, it has a row of big buttons on each side to offer a bit of visual flair. The large, for-show, belt that tugs your waist in feels strange, seeing as it's not connected to anything. Finally comes the sweater. It's a soft grey with a light blue blush to the wool. A pin-striped pattern of indents marks the sweater and its sleeves, and once it's past your chin and snug to your chest, you feel a chill on your throat. The culprit is a huge 'keyhole' hole by your incredibly bountiful chest... laid flat and feeling a little vacant, with no breasts to bulge it out the sweater hangs a bit loosely to your bra. <<mom>>"How's it going in there?" Mom calls out. <</mom>> You give her a squeaky reply that you need a second. Catching your breath, your moment of meditation is interrupted by the vibration of your phone. It's your girlfriend... [[Ignore it for now.|momc1a]] [[Reply.|mommallgf]]

You spring for the trendy shop. It's a fact that many of the girls at your school spend their paychecks here trying to stay up to date on all the new fashion fads. <<if $tribute > 100>>You wonder if $bullygf spent any of your money here.<</if>> The radio in the store is unmistakably the top 100, and clusters of girls around your age swarm the clothing racks. Arriving here with your Mom doesn't attract that many strange looks. You suppose a girl shopping with her Mom is less of a faux pas than if you were a boy. Which you are, just not at the moment. You're $codename. You lower your eyes from any of the giggles you hear, trying to remind yourself you aren't the source of all the gossip. Mom guides you to some suggestions, and you find they're more than acceptable. It's not time at all before you've got yourself a bundle of clothing any girl at school would wear on the weekends. Trying them on in the dressing room, you find that putting on women's clothes isn't so easy as slip into them. The dress Mom picked out looks lovely, bright white with a textured sort of crêpe fabric for the skirt. The problem is wiggling into it. Shimmying up from below until you poke your head and arms out works fine, except for when the fake belt hugs too close to your belly. The loose bust also brings you some consternation, thankfully a light and half-sized cardigan helps obscure that. You've gone from girl in frumpy clothing to a well-dressed girl ready to hang out with her friends. <<if $chastity is true>>The only issue being the tight cage between your legs.<<else>>The only issue being the clitty between your legs.<</if>> Encouraging as ever, the whole walk to the cashier your Mom lavishes you in praise, pinching your cheeks and telling you how pretty you look. Perhaps its the hazy floral scent of the boutique, or the music, or the fact you can't see another man around, but it feels all warm and fuzzy to hear that. <<mom>>"Why don't we get something to eat?"<</mom>> [[Continue.|mommalld1]]

<<mom>>"Are you sure, honey?" Mom looks at you with a bit of uncertainty. <</mom>> The lovely, cutesy feline mascot of the "Smitten Kitten" stares back at you to cement how welcoming his store is. You manage to convince her, through you hardly believe it yourself, that the mascot means its just a cutesy shop. Taking her hand, you guide her close to the shop. You notice that the lingerie shop has a few scantily clad manniquins in the front, but curtains conceal the insides from you. The manniquins aren't blocked by your censor, not fully at least. No black bars keep these shapes from you, only pixels, and you can just barely make out the breasts of them. Having not seen a wink of a woman's bare chest in weeks, even that draws your attention. <<if $playerStamina < 30>>A funny tingling tells you that staring at those manniquins too long may have caused an accident.<</if>> There is no saleswoman here to guide you around, only your own curiosity. You and your Mom eye the racks and shelves in silent inquiry as to how so many forms of plastic phallus can be made. Not to mention all sorts of other toys. Penetrable ones, insert-able ones. Wearable. Shareable! Edible, even. <<mom>>"$codename... I am not so sure this is a good idea. The clothes here are barely... barely clothing at all!"<</mom>> You feel like you're somewhere you shouldn't be, in a naughty and curious way. <<mom>>"I guess we'll have to try on some of these things... "<</mom>> To your side, you see Mom pick up an item, it's folded up and set in a plastic case, but you do catch the word 'bodysuit'. You grab one for yourself, wondering what drew Mom to it. But, you did come here for one particular reason, to dress sluttily. You ruminate on it for a moment, fingertips cold with the shock that you're really about to do what you're doing. Debasing yourself by dressing like a slutty girl, ablating yourself of your masculinity and debasing your body with the marks of feminine sexuality that say, 'I'm submissive and exposed, I'm ready to be used.' The feeling makes your pricklet stiff. <<if $chastity is true>>Your erection jams against your chastity cage.<</if>> You uselessly cover your bulgie with your chosen articles and go to the changing room after your Mom. A thick curtain hides a set of changing rooms which Mom has already stolen away into, the section of store offered a little privacy in which a couple might view each other. You figure it's intentional, and you wonder if you'll get a peek at your Mom's body. [[Wear the bodysuit.|mallmomc4a]] [[Wear the slutty clothes.|mallmomc4b]]

You decide to ignore it, and answer Mom's request for you to present yourself. Within the seclusion of the changing rooms, it's just you and her for the moment! She's dressed up too, and adorably mature but splendid outfit that matches your own in color and vibe. They aren't exact copies, but the two of you are clearly twinning! <<mom>>"We could be sisters, huh, $codename? Isn't that so cute?" Mom snickers, sliding her arm around your shoulder to wrap you into a hug that gives you more than an ample feel of her breasts to your flat chest.<</mom>> Whatever uncertainty in your heart about how you look is dispelled for a moment, cuddling with your Mom in the changing room. <<mom>>"Why don't we get something to eat?"<</mom>> Whisked from the privacy of the changing room into the reality of the rest of the mall is jarring. However, when you go to pay for the clothing and no one bats an eye, you begin thinking on just how well you're pulling off being $codename. <<mom>>"If only you grew your hair out more. Maybe you could get extensions some time?" Mom elbows you, whispering the suggestion while brushing up the back of your hair.<</mom>> You do feel more boyish with the shorter hair... [[Continue.|mommalld1]]

<<gf>>"What are you doing, $name?"<</gf>> You tell her you're shopping for clothes with your Mom. <<gf>>"Oh really? Are you getting anything? Show me!"<</gf>> [[Take a picture of your outfit and send it to her.|mallgf1]] [[Tell her no.|mallgf2]] [[Ignore her request.|momc1a]]

There is a rattle and pounding at the door of Ms. Patterson's office. It sounds as if she's throttling her own chair. Your better judgement tells you not to risk another incident of eavesdropping, but there are not witnesses around, and you are weak of will. The door to her office allows no peeks inside, but you press your ear to the wood and try to listen. The sounds from inside are muffled, surprisingly unintelligible. It dawns on you Ms. Patterson's room might be specially equipped to deaden sound. However, whatever ruckus is being caused inside is loud enough to overcome the padding enough to be heard. The rock and bump of a chair to a desk is just barely detectable. The muttering of words you can't decipher and stoppage of noise makes you pull away from the door. Hastily you find a position suitably inconspicuous, sitting on one of the chairs provided for just such an occasion. The door unlocks with a click, and the passage is blocked by a surprising sight. Ms. Highwood, the math teacher. Her pale cheeks are flush with effort, and a bit of sweat speckles her brow. Her normally well kept and styled hair appears a bit more loose. A long and high arched swoop of bangs ends in a bouncy curl over her left eye, the right side of her hair swept tight behind her ear. Save for a few errant strands, scraggled free from the hairdo to evidence whatever untoward activity had rustled it free. She looks at you with a sigh, unable to even keep up the appearance of being surprised. <<hw>>"$name, do you have an appointment with Ms. Patterson? I, uh, was helping her adjust some furniture. Ahem. When you have a free lunch period, would you mind coming to my classroom - 310, I mean? I want to discuss your grades with you."<</hw>> [img[setup.img + 'hwfirstmeet.png']] Oh great. Another ball to juggle. The splinter of fear and dread that comes with your slipping mathematics grade being brought to the forefront of your mind nearly outshines the curiosity you have in just what the two women were doing in there. <<therapist>>"$name! Give me a moment, I'll let you in when I am ready." Ms. Patterson calls from behind Ms. Highwood. <</therapist>> The math teacher walks by with a smile. As she passes you notice the slight staining of sweat under her arms and lower back. She must have really been putting her whole body into something. The deep, dark shifts mark up the red blouse she wears quite obviously, more evidence of her furniture rattling... [[Continue.|stage16a]] <<set $mathTeach to true>> <<set $playerMath to 1>>

After a few minutes of toying with your phone and playing out the fantasy of which teacher was on top, you're allowed in. Ms. Patterson looks similarly dishevelled, but taking those moments to tidy has removed any evidence from her office. <<therapist>>"So, $name. What is it you wish to discuss today?"<</therapist>> [[Talk to her about chastity.|therapistchas]] [[Talk to her about your girlfriend.|therapistgf]] [[Talk to her about censorship.|therapistcen]] <<set $playerTherapist to 17>>

<<therapist>>"Your cage, what do you want to talk about in specific? Are you in it right now?"<</therapist>> <<if $chastity is true>>You tell her you're locked and caged. <<therapist>>"Good boy."<</therapist>><<else>>You tell her you're unlocked, the cage is at home. <<therapist>>"Tsk. Typical hand-humper."<</therapist>><</if>> [[You don't like chastity, it's uncomfortable.|therapistchas1]] <<if $keyholder is 1>> [[Talk to her about keyholders.|therapistchas2]] <</if>>

You talk to Ms. Patterson about $gfname. You tell her a little bit about what you and her get up to, how you met. She asks a lot of follow up questions and you're reminded just how persuasive and genial she can be. Cruel as the crack of a whip when she wants to be, but now her curiosity and concern seems so genuine. Even if it's only to lower your guard and to have her tell you all about what you and $gfname get up to in Windcraft and when you chat. <<if $cuck is true>> [[Tell her about your girlfriend talking to other guys.|therapistgf1]] <</if>> [[Tell her about your girlfriend taking up the lead-role in the relationship.|therapistgf2]] [[Tell her about your fears of losing your girlfriend.|therapistgf3]] [[That's all for today.|Schoolexit]]

You talk to Ms. Patterson about your experience with the censor implant and how it's been affecting you, and where you look. <<therapist>>"So, on the whole, how do you feel?"<</therapist>> [[You like it. You deserve this.|therapistcenlike]] [[You hate it. You want it removed.|therapistcennolike]]

<<therapist>>"So, $name. What is it you wish to discuss today?"<</therapist>> [[Talk to her about chastity.|therapistchas]] [[Talk to her about your girlfriend.|therapistgf]] [[Talk to her about censorship.|therapistcen]] <<if $playerMath is 400>> [[Talk to her about Ms. Highwood.|therapisthw]] <</if>> <<if $playerMath is 40>> [[Talk to her about Ms. Highwood.|therapisthw]] <</if>>

With the stone of anxiety you're so well acquainted with laying in your tummy, you arrive at Ms. Highwood's class at lunch. The room is empty, and has a certain sort of buzzing liminalism to it. The school outside the class is still lively enough to be heard, the but classroom itself is quiet and empty save for Ms. Highwood and now you. <<hw>>Opening with a smile, the arthimatic teacher brushes some of her golden blonde hair behind her ear and warmly invites you in. "$name, thank you for taking some time to come see me." <</hw>> You broach the subject of what exactly she wanted to discuss... <<hw>>"Your grades, $name, I have been noticing a bit of a pattern over this past year together... "<</hw>> [[Pattern? Your grades are great, what's the issue?|math1a]] [[It's true, your grades have been slipping.|math1b]]

<<hw>>"Exactly, $name. I think you've got a real knack for mathematics. It's a skill I want to nurture and expand in you. I want you to walk away from my classroom being the best you can be!"<</hw>> She gives you a cheerful smile, and rises from her desk at the front of the class. She beckons you to follow, and sits herself in one of the student's desks, wedging herself into the combined chair and writing palette. <<hw>>"Come, sit. I wanted to show you some higher level mathematics. I know math can be boring, but you have such a talent for it, I'd be sad if you didn't try to push the limits of your abilities."<</hw>> You bravely accept the call to action by sitting next to her. The tight ball of worry in your tummy quickly dissolves beside her, the relief of hearing just how understanding and earnestly helpful she is goes a long way to help assuage that. Although doing math hardly seems like a fun use of your lunch break. <<hw>>"I can't force you to come see me and to do this extra practice, but I think it would greatly improve your grades and enrich your life. So, what do you say? Want to give it a try?"<</hw>> [[Thank you, but no. You'll go it alone.|math1d]] [[Yes! You'll take her help with gusto.|math1c]] <<set $smartiePants to true>>

<<hw>>"Exactly, $name. I don't believe in shaming or penalty for poor performance. I want you to walk away from my classroom being the best you can be!"<</hw>> She gives you a cheerful smile, and rises from her desk at the front of the class. She beckons you to follow, and sits herself in one of the student's desks, wedging herself into the combined chair and writing palette. <<hw>>"Come, sit. I wanted to see what we could do together to improve those grades. I know math can be boring, but did you know it helps all of your cognitive functions? Mphm! That's right. The brain skills that help you solve math problems can help you navigate many of life's problems, even if they don't involve functions and exponents."<</hw>> You bravely accept the call to action by sitting next to her. The tight ball of worry in your tummy quickly dissolves beside her, the relief of hearing just how understanding and earnestly helpful she is goes a long way to help assuage that. Although doing math hardly seems like a fun use of your lunch break. <<hw>>"I can't force you to come see me and to do this extra practice, but I think it would greatly improve your grades and enrich your life. So, what do you say? Want to give it a try?"<</hw>> [[Thank you, but no. You'll go it alone.|math1d]] [[Yes! You'll take her help with gusto.|math1c]] <<set $smartiePants to false>>

<<hw>>A merry and rapid little clap of excitement follows your acceptance. "Excellent! This is wonderful, $name. And thank you for coming to see me today, ahem."<</hw>> She blushes, snickering and covering her mouth with her hand. You notice then just how adorable she is for an older woman, presenting such a joie de vivre for something as nerdy as mathematics is a bit endearing. The pair of you spend a little time going over what you intend to study and what would be most beneficial. It's a little strange discussing your own education in this manner, but feels nice. The freedom to communicate with your educator, and see her happy to guide you, is unlike any other school experience you've had. <<hw>>After adjusting herself and clearing her throat, she continues. "That will be all for today, but come see me any lunch period you have free time. It's always a prep for me, so I am just here taking my break and doing lesson plans!"<</hw>> <<hw>>She ruffles your hair, but then withdraws. "Oh, excuse me!"<</hw>> A tingle comes to your scalp, a nice satisfied feeling of being appreciated rolls from your ruffled hair, down your spine and spreading a lovely warmth through all your nerves. <<hw>>"Enjoy the rest of your lunch, okay, $name?"<</hw>> She lets you return to your business for the day, and you wish her well. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $playerMath to 2>>

<<hw>>She sighs, frowning a bit. However, you can detect a lack of disdain in her frown. It seems she's genuinely sad you aren't interested. "Well, thank you for coming to see me today, $name."<</hw>> Standing, Ms. Highwood circles around to the front of the desk you're seated at. Her breasts, as she leans forward, just barely reveal themselves with a blurry hint of cleavage. <<hw>>"If you ever change you're mind you're always welcome to come see me, okay?"<</hw>> You flutter your eyes and break contact with her chest, nodding. She gives you a final smirk and sends you on your way. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $playerMath to 200>>

Having changed your mind, you approach Ms. Highwood and tell her you'd like to agree to the extra study sessions. A merry and rapid little clap of excitement follows your acceptance. "Excellent! This is wonderful, $name. I am so glad you came around on the idea." She blushes, snickering and covering her mouth with her hand. You notice then just how adorable she is for an older woman, presenting such a joie de vivre for something as nerdy as mathematics is a bit endearing. The pair of you spend a little time going over what you intend to study and what would be most beneficial. It's a little strange discussing your own education in this manner, but feels nice. The freedom to communicate with your educator, and see her happy to guide you, is unlike any other school experience you've had. After adjusting herself and clearing her throat, she continues. "That will be all for today, but come see me any lunch period you have free time. It's always a prep for me, so I am just here taking my break and doing lesson plans!" She ruffles your hair, but then withdraws. "Oh, excuse me!" A tingle comes to your scalp, a nice satisfied feeling of being appreciated rolls from your ruffled hair, down your spine and spreading a lovely warmth through all your nerves. "Enjoy the rest of your lunch, okay, $name?" She lets you return to your business for the day, and you wish her well. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $playerMath to 2>>

You decide you want to see what Ms. Highwood has for you today, and visit her room 310. The third floor is predictably quiet, there shouldn't be a single active class here, all of the students are on their lunch break. Aside from you, about to go do some math. <<if $smartiePants is true>>You reflect on Ms. Highwood's words, and on if you really do have a talent for math. It's not something you ever gave a serious sit and think.<<else>>You wonder just how much this extra study will help boost your grades. Hopefully it'll turn your poor scores around, at the very least earn you some extra credit.<</if>> Ms. Highwood has the whiteboard and your desk set up the moment you come in. With a twinkle in her eye, she waves you in, and bids you to close the door behind you for some privacy. Her voice is soft and quiet, nothing like her normal classroom voice. You wonder why she's so inclined on the low volume and privacy. Nevertheless, you try to get into the flow of spending your lunch break doing math. It's a lot like you might have expected, rote and repeated problems to brush up on your problem areas and to cut your teeth on some new topics. Ms. Highwood is encouraging when you struggle, and commanding when you excel. She's excitable when you succeed and encourages you to vocalize as you problem solve, working aloud to get to answers while she acts as a sounding board. The idea of being so incensed by math is still amusing to you, but its hard to deny her energy. <<if $smartiePants is true>><<hw>>"Great work, $name. You have a very sharp mind for a boy your age. Tsk." She sucks her teeth, her smile remaining but you get the sense that somehow that's regrettable.<</hw>> You ask her what's up. <<hw>>"Oh nothing, nothing. I'm so happy you're enjoying yourself with these math problems, but... "<</hw>> Yes? You try to draw it out of her. The bell rings, lunch is over. And so is your session. <<hw>>"Well. Sometimes I find it cute when a boy's thoughts just *pop* and disappear. Like watching a golden retriever lose a ball, just a lovable blank expression. Ohoh, anywho. Thank you so much for showing up today! Please come by anytime you'd like, alright?"<</hw>> She ushers you out, leaving you thinking about her statement.<<else>> <<hw>>"Great work, $name. It's not so bad, huh? You did excellent today."<</hw>> You aren't so sure about that, but you do feel a lot more confident. She leans over and once again ruffles your hair. This time you make eye contact with her, as if to silently suggest it's encouraged. She briefly brushes her fingers between the strands of your locks and makes your whole head tingle and cheeks get warm with a blush. Your hasty scalp massage is interrupt by the ring of the period bell, and it shocks you from your sedate trance. <<hw>>"Ahem! Ohoh, anywho. Thank you so much for showing up today! Please come by anytime you'd like, alright? Practice makes perfect!"<</hw>> She ushers you out, leaving you thinking about her touch.<</if>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $playerMath to 3>>

When you show up at 310 today, Ms. Highwood's brow is uncharacteristically furrowed. She's short with you, and to the point. As the two of you try to fall into a rhythm you find yourself distracted by her oddly terse behavior. <<hw>>"Ugh, no. Wrong. Like this!" She nudges your hand aside as you try to scribble some work out for a problem.<</hw>> Ms. Highwood stands up from her seat beside you and leans against your left shoulder and bicep, pressing into it as she writes on the paper for you. Each stroke and dash of her red pen blots out your graphite scratches and figures, dominating the page just as her looming shadow dominates you. Right beside your head, her tits are dangling, but you can't pay them any mind. Something else has your attention. The bulge. You can't see it, it's blocked by your shoulder and her position, but you can feel it. Thick, and semi-soft. It's undeniable, that is no puffy pussy. Is that a cock? Your mind spins with the thought of it. Ms. Highwood has a prick? No way, it can't be possible. By the feel of it, it's large. And having some experience touching a dick, even if of a smaller size, you'd say she's aroused but not remotely fully hard. It dawns on you then, dwelling on your own expertise. She's frustrated because she's horny! You can think of countless times you were interrupted during jacking off and the feeling of irritation and impatience that came with having to stop. <<if $chastity is true>>Notably, it's nothing like the vague buzz of neediness that the captivity of chastity gives you. Perhaps the freedom makes it worse?<</if>> <<hw>>"There, see? Better." She sighs, a bit of tranquility returning to her it seems.<</hw>> <<if $underwear is "Panties">>As Ms. Highwood stands up straight, you're left leaning over a moment more. But her sudden and sharp intake of breath makes you jolt upright. Noticing then your lower back was exposed, your shirt must have become untucked. Looking up at Ms. Highwood and her excessively flush countenance, it doesn't click at first why she made such a sound. <<hw>>"Would you excuse me for just a moment, $name?" Ms. Highwood asks hurriedly. She turns herself away from you and awkwardly makes her way to the door and out of the classroom, the clack of her heels audible as she picks up the pace once she's out of view.<</hw>> Was she just tilting away to hide her hard-on? Could she really have a cock... While pondering just what might have got her so worked up, it clicks. Your hand slips to your back to feel them. Yep. Panties. You're in panties! Did she catch a glimpse of them and get *turned on?* [[Follow after her to investigate.|math3a]] [[Wait it out.|math3b]] <<else>> The lesson continues to be more tense than you're used to, but when the bell is about to ring, Ms. Highwood sighs and calls for a pause. <<hw>>"I need to apologize, $name. I have just got some really pent up frustrations distracting me. I'm sure you know how it feels? Just to have some much junk backed up and waiting to, gah, explode!"<</hw>> She chuckles, leaning back in her chair before collecting the materials you two used to practice. You aren't sure if you know what it feels like to be backed up with junk, but something about her manner of speaking just ain't right. <<hw>>"Sorry if I was a little terse with you today. Let's try again next time you're free and do even better, okay?"<</hw>> Her heartwarming smile makes you feel quite comfortable, and reminds you that lunch spent with Ms. Highwood isn't wasted time. She's got a safe feeling about her that soothes you. Well, at least when she isn't 'pent up'... The bell rings, and you're off to the rest of your day, left wondering what was up. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $playerMath to 400>> <</if>>

<<if $underwear is "Panties">>\ You show up to 310, and with panties hugging your junk. If Ms. Highwood were to see those, she'd certainly learn a lot about you in a short little flash. Such a risky maneuver could have some unfortunate backlash, if you're not careful. Or worse, if you're wrong about just how much Ms. Highwood is interested in you. Giving a try to showing off what your wearing to her discreetly shouldn't be too hard, you don't think. The question is, if you want to try it at all. [[Leave it, just finish the lesson.|Schoolexit]] [[Try to flash her your panties and get a reaction.|math401]] <<else>>\ You show up to 310, still unsure what all there is to Ms. Highwood. If her interest in you is entirely mathematic, she must really be excited about such things. She must recognize the concern on your face, for she asks if you're feeling okay. You assure her it's all good, and jump into a lunch period filled with mathematics. You wonder if all this math might help you budget your money better. It seems to be frittered away frequently. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <</if>>

There is no way you're leaving this mystery for another day. You need to investigate. After giving Ms. Highwood a moment's head start, you creep forward from the classroom, leaving 310 behind and keeping your ears open and eyes peeled for any clues. The hallway is empty as usual, but there is a din, a distant sound. Following it, eager and prowling like a cat spying a resting bird, you find yourself outside the teacher's lounge. Your immediate instinct is Ms. Highwood is there, but no, the sound is coming instead from right next door. The restroom. An almost slick, guttural, fleshy pumping sound. Lascivious grunting, cut with a distinctly womanly passion but feverish in a way most masculine. If you didn't know any better, you'd think whoever is making such noises was in desperate need of breeding something. It is, without doubt, Ms. Highwood making such erotic and dirty sounds. The clack of her heels as she staggered, the slide of hand to flesh. She is jerking off! That had to be it. You place your ear to the door, taking canvas of the hallway so as not to get caught, and listen closer. <<hwl>>"Dnnnhhm, thh-take it you boyslut. Fhh, sissy ass, a-ah. I'm going to blow your back out you panty-wearing whore. Gaah."<</hwl>> That's you... you got your math teacher worked up enough to need to jerk off. The grunting and panting subsides and quiets, and that's your cue to make yourself scarce. You hurry back to the classroom, trying to wipe the reaction frozen on your face. [[Continue.|math3c]] <<set $playerMath to 4>> <<set $corruption += 1>>

You decide not to pursue Ms. Highwood, taking your time nibbling on your pencil and fantasizing. Without any hard facts, your mind runs wild with the possibilities. And, with doubts. No way she could actually be packing a dick, right? It's not the most absurd thing in the world, but that seems so unlikely. And wouldn't you have heard rumors around school? Or maybe even from Ms. Patterson? Not one whisper or even a notion of it! There is a way you could figure out, for sure. Wear your panties again, and try to show them to her, and check her reaction! Maybe even try to grasp for her dick! Or not-dick. That might be a bit too extreme, but really how else are you going to find out? Ask her? No way! [[Continue.|math3c]] <<set $playerMath to 40>>

The lesson continues to be more tense than you're used to, but when the bell is about to ring, Ms. Highwood sighs and calls for a pause. <<hw>>"I need to apologize, $name. I have just got some really pent up frustrations distracting me. I'm sure you know how it feels? Just to have some much junk backed up and waiting to, gah, explode!"<</hw>> She chuckles, leaning back in her chair before collecting the materials you two used to practice. You aren't sure if you know what it feels like to be backed up with junk, but something about her manner of speaking just ain't right. <<hw>>"Sorry if I was a little terse with you today. Let's try again next time you're free and do even better, okay?"<</hw>> Her heartwarming smile makes you feel quite comfortable, and reminds you that lunch spent with Ms. Highwood isn't wasted time. She's got a safe feeling about her that soothes you. Well, at least when she isn't 'pent up'... The bell rings, and you're off to the rest of your day, left wondering what was up. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]]

<<if $underwear is "Panties">> You show up to 310, and with panties hugging your junk. If Ms. Highwood were to see those, she'd certainly learn a lot about you in a short little flash. Such a risky maneuver could have some unfortunate backlash, if you're not careful. Or worse, if you're wrong about just how much Ms. Highwood is interested in you. However, your last lesson has given you more than a few reasons to think she might have some passion for sensitive boys like yourself in girl's clothes. The ticking of the clock is on your mind heavily as the minutes pass, searching for the right chance to do what you are trying to. It's compounded with the pressure of wondering //how// exactly you're going to pull this off. <<hw>>"You okay, $name? You seem off in the clouds."<</hw>> You gawk at Ms. Highwood, and she smiles back, waiting for your reply and taking a moment to observe your dumbstruck face. Then, in that momentary lapse of thought, the simplest of ploys comes to you. From your hand, your pencil slips and clatters to the floor. A groan of 'effort' interrupts your apology and you bend over from your chair to pick it up, stressing your body enough to make sure Ms. Highwood knows you're in something pink and pretty under your school uniform. When you get back up and straighten out your back, Ms. Highwood's cheeks are a bit flush and that dumbstruck look you must have had is now on her face. She makes a hard and stiff swallow, and gets you back on track. At the very least, you've played your hand. The ball is in her court now. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $playerMath to 5>> <<else>> You show up to 310, realizing then you aren't in your panties. Without having that ace card tight around your hips you aren't sure if you want to risk showing Ms. Highwood the crack of your ass with a pair of boy-shorts to dress it up. She must recognize the concern on your face, for she asks if you're feeling okay. You assure her it's all good, and jump into a lunch period filled with mathematics. You wonder if all this math might help you budget your money better. It seems to be frittered away frequently. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <</if>>

<<if $underwear is "Panties">> You show up to 310, and with panties hugging your junk. If Ms. Highwood were to see those, she'd certainly learn a lot about you in a short little flash. Such a risky maneuver could have some unintended side effects. Or worse, if you're wrong about just how much Ms. Highwood is interested in you. Your last lesson has given you more than a few reasons to think she might have some passion for sensitive boys like yourself in girl's clothes. Especially considering what you heard last time. The ticking of the clock is on your mind heavily as the minutes pass, searching for the right chance to do what you are trying to. It's compounded with the pressure of wondering //how// exactly you're going to pull this off. <<hw>>"You okay, $name? You seem off in the clouds."<</hw>> You gawk at Ms. Highwood, and she smiles back, waiting for your reply and taking a moment to observe your dumbstruck face. Then, in that momentary lapse of thought, the simplest of ploys comes to you. From your hand, your pencil slips and clatters to the floor. A groan of 'effort' interrupts your apology and you bend over from your chair to pick it up, stressing your body enough to make sure Ms. Highwood knows you're in something pink and pretty under your school uniform. When you get back up and straighten out your back, Ms. Highwood's cheeks are a bit flush and that dumbstruck look you must have had is now on her face. She makes a hard and stiff swallow, and gets you back on track. At the very least, you've played your hand. The ball is in her court now. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $playerMath to 5>> <<set $corruption += 2>> <<else>> You show up to 310, realizing then you aren't in your panties. Without having that ace card tight around your hips you aren't sure if you want to risk showing Ms. Highwood the crack of your ass with a pair of boy-shorts to dress it up. She must recognize the concern on your face, for she asks if you're feeling okay. You assure her it's all good, and jump into a lunch period filled with mathematics. You wonder if all this math might help you budget your money better. It seems to be frittered away frequently. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <</if>>

<<therapist>>"You want to talk about Ms. Highwood? What about her?"<</therapist>> Probing, with generalities, you try to be vague about your questioning. Ms. Patterson, ever the mentalist, cuts right through you. <<therapist>>"I suppose you want to know if the jokes are true."<</therapist>> Jokes, you aren't sure what she means. As much as students might hate math, hardly anyone has a sour word to say about Ms. Highwood herself. <<therapist>>Ms. Patterson's haughty little chuckle tells you much about how she's just toying with you. "Right. The admin really cracked down on that 'rumor' going around. No surprise you haven't heard it. Good to see they've done such a nice job."<</therapist>> Rumor? Will she tell you? Or is she going to continue toying with your tail like a kitten with a mouse? <<therapist>>"Fine, fine. But if this spreads around the school, she and I both will know who let the secret loose."<</therapist>> You agree to keep your lips sealed. <<therapist>>"I am sure she will find a way to part them, if she's got you in her sights. Ahem. Anyway, the students used to say 'Ms. Highwood has wood.' You know, like a cock?"<</therapist>> Ms. Patterson's splendid smile is captivatingly devilish, as if she enjoys knowing this secret. You wonder if she ever holds it over Ms. Highwood's head. Is it true? <<therapist>>Ms. Patterson shrugs. "Can there not be some trust among colleagues? I won't discuss gossip any more than I have."<</therapist>> Very rich coming from a woman not above blackmailing you, and often. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]]

Getting yourself into a booth, you find yourself fiddling and opening the plastic box with the bodysuit first. Inside is a full sized, pink latex suit. Thankfully in your sleek and small size. If Mom had to squeeze into something tight like this she might never get out! Holding the suit over yourself to 'test' the look, you feel strangely seductive. The reflection of yourself in the mirror taunts you to try it on proper and in a flash you're stripping nude. The squeak and clench of the latex suit to your skin is foreign and a bit discomforting when wiggling in. However, the feeling of exposure and nudity, despite being covered entirely, is enticing. Better yet, as you slide both your legs in and get covered up proper that discomfort and clinging feeling becomes a comforting tightness and secure constriction across your body. You find yourself rubbing your hands across your own form, wonderment at the glossy texture and the lissome figure of your body so highlighted hypnotizing you.<<if $chastity is true>> There between your legs, the bulge of your chastity cage makes itself known. The beginning of the groin to neck zipper's teeth you can almost feel despite the cage.<<else>> There between your legs, the bulge of your 'cock'. It's almost a shock, seeing your clitty actually make a lump in clothing. You feel strangely proud, and ever more on display.<</if>> <<mom>>"$codename, sweetie." Mom calls, half a whisper and half a plea. "Could you help me with this zipper... thing?"<</mom>> Sheepishly you poke your head from your stall, catching your Mom there in the small, common hallway. The two of you are still hidden by the curtain, providing a modicum of intimacy. And there, in a similarly pink and tight bodysuit, she is desperately trying to get a zipper past her mammoth mommy milkers. Her breasts, mostly a pixelated blur as her cleavage jiggles, struggles to be reigned in and subdued by the latex material. She looks to you with a sympathy-seeking pout, but it quickly cracks into a merthful display. She chuckles, covering her mouth with her hand, her laugh wispy and hushed from her attempts to keep quiet. <<mom>>"Honey, I don't think you can wear that one. I can see your pee-pee bulge." She points at your groin. "Ahem, but, uh could you help?"<</mom>> She pushes her chest forward, turning her head to the side a little. She eyes you, making sure you're watched, and her plump lips tick upward in a sly, vulpine smile. Without a doubt she knows the effect this will have on you, and yet she still is hanging her funbags out under the threat of them slipping free from the pink confines of the latex, hoping you'll help her zip up. Mom wiggles a bit to lure you in, and it works. You assure her you'll try your best, trying to keep a little bit of her modesty by playing coy with how much you want to stare at her censored, pixel-blurred breasts. Even the sight of the hazy crest of her clevage is a treat, and when you place your fingers on the zipper it's made all the more real. There is no way to avoid it, even being as ginger as possible, you need to palm her chest to offer a bit of stability when you move the zipper. And each tug has your hand sinking deeper into clutch the wonderful boobs before you. The zipper moves with a grinding sound, success! Partly. <<mom>>"A little harder, hun." Mom says with a huff, her lungs perhaps constricted by the pressure.<</mom>> <<if $playerStamina < 20>>The jiggling, the grabbing of her chest, it makes your brow dapple with sweat. Between your legs an urge rises, and something falls over your forehead like a fever. You look up to the blushing cheeks of your Mom, and the blurry pixels of her chest. The shade-shifting blocks just barely hint at her skin. It's awful, being so close and denied. The feeling of denial, the feeling of her chest, it's overwhelming. The sexual intensity of the situation falls on you like a blanket of snow, freezing you in place and holding you captive. But now there was warmth. The warmth of you wasting your seed in your underwear. Sudden as a bolt of lightening, you begin orgasming and jizzing. Humiliation falls over you just as quickly as the pleasure does, twining themselves together in your mind. The sound is audible, loud enough for her to hear as the semen shooting from your half-hard dick desperately seeks eggs they'll never find. <<mom>>"Oh no! Are you... having an accident? Did you make spurts?"<</mom>> The demeaning words add a cherry to the whole ordeal, and you hug onto her as the final throes of your orgasm make your knees weak. You nod, brushing your chin to her exposed chest. <<mom>>"Oh gosh! I hope it doesn't ruin the clothes. Quick, $codename, get out of that thing!"<</mom>> You agree, letting go and shuffling back to your own stall, hand between your legs.<<set $camePants to true>><<else>>The jiggling, the grabbing of her chest, it makes your brow dapple with sweat. You look up to the blushing cheeks of your Mom, and the blurry pixels of her chest. The shade-shifting blocks just barely hint at her skin. It's awful, being so close and denied. The feeling of denial, the feeling of her chest, it's overwhelming. The sexual intensity of the situation falls on you like a blanket of snow, freezing you in place and holding you captive. Catching yourself staring, you once again try. Each tug makes it seem like the zipper has less a chance to slip past her mounds. At this point, you're just happy to be able to grope her chest and have an excuse to do it. <<mom>>"Uhm, getting a little familiar with those puppies, huh, $codename? Pfft, I guess making up for lost time."<</mom>> Mom pulls away before you can help her further, or ask her what she means. She sighs and shakes her head. <<mom>>"I think the Smitten Kitten may have been a bit of a mistake. I'm going to get out of this silly suit. I think you and your winky should too." She gives you a look that says her suggestion isn't just suggested. <</mom>> Heeding her word, you shuffle back to your own stall.<</if>> [[Continue.|mallmomc4c]]

The clothing you grabbed was exactly what a boy would want to see on a loose girl. A bright white crop-top with a splash of pink that read 'OUCH', a hot pink thong, and trimmed and distressed daisy dukes. Undressing to the nude doesn't feel half as daunting as sliding yourself into what you've selected. Air can be felt on every part of your skin. The thong hugs snug to your <<if $chastity is true>>cage perfectly.<<else>>tiny bulge perfectly.<</if>> What doesn't quite feel right is how the thin strip of material making the backside slips itself between your ass cheeks, exposing them entirely. Thankfully, you've got some short-shorts for that. Sky blue, with flares of white from the faux-rips and loose hanging threads, the shorts cover about what a pair of panties would on your hips. It dawns on you with a mixture of nervousness and elation that the front button cannot be fastened. It's not that you're too tubby, far from it. Inside, a small bit of fabric acts as a fasten for the 'pants', if something so small could be called that. The metal button and loop are entirely fake, providing an always open for business look. Peering down over your smooth, soft tummy to the splayed open short-shorts gives you a dizzy sort of excitement you can barely contain. Up over your head and then back down again you cover your chest with the crop top. It's soft and loose, letting anyone look up it easily. You realize it's meant to stretch across a pair of tits you just don't have. Instead your stimulated and exposed nipples harden, only occasionally graced by the touch of fabric, as you enjoy the feeling of air flow and exposure on every part of yourself. Taking a look in the mirror gives you conniptions. You turn this way and that. And for instants that come and go like sparks, you can see a better you. More girly than boyish. A bit more hip and a bit more bust. Cherry red lips and a look lacking in any innocence. The fantasy dredges itself from a place inside you that you've not known to expose itself often. A strumming at the door from Mom shakes you from your contemplation of your lissome, waifish form. <<mom>>"All good, honey? Ready to go?"<</mom>> [[You're ready.|mommallc4e]] [[This was a mistake, redress 'normally'.|mommallc4d]]

Adorned in your freshly changed clothes, you and Mom find someplace nice that isn't the usual food court fare. Each moment that passes, you feel more comfortable in your girly clothing. Mom makes a comment or two about how good you look, but mostly her admiration is in her eyes. You've seen her get that twinkle before, if you do something that makes her really proud. Perhaps dressing up and playing daughter makes her feel proud of you. She gives you a wet smooch on the cheek as you get up and get ready to return home. <<mom>>"I'm so happy you decided to come out with me, $codename! Maybe next time we can do something about your hair, or maybe some makeup, hm?"<</mom>> She catches you in a side hug, wiggling you forcefully as she laughs. You tell her you aren't sure about all that... <<mom>>"Aww, c'mon. Heh. How about you get a makeover, and your girlfriends get one too?"<</mom>> Your brow furrows, unsure what she means. Then her eyes look down seductively, past her bust. To her open-toed heels. She means her feet. <<mom>>"Maybe you'll even get lucky!" She whispers, snickering playfully.<</mom>> A blush falls on your cheek, rewinding and replaying that thought, Mom calling her feet your girlfriends... The car ride home is fairly quiet, but once you get home you feel like you're going to collapse! Keeping up the facade of $codename isn't easy it seems. You undress and wriggle into bed, ready to put these fantasies aside for a nice long rest. [[Continue.|sleep]]

You snap a photo of yourself, making sure to leave out your face just in case. A little wave of stomach-turning worry hits you when you imagine if $gfname's phone were to ever be hacked with this photo on it. The tilted mirror selfie catches you and your outfit entirely, and without the short hair and boyish face atop your shoulders to discredit the illusion the image must be confusing. <<gf>>$gfname doesn't reply for awhile, then askes, "Who is that girl?"<</gf>> You tell her that's you. <<gf>>"Why are you all dressed up like that?"<</gf>> It's a good question, but you decide that perhaps the truth is best. Your Mom asked you to. <<gf>>"Huh... well you look good, I guess? I mean, I didn't expect this."<</gf>> You thank her and ask if she's upset. <<gf>>"Oh! Not at all, no, $name. Just surprised. I wonder if you'd fit some of my clothes."<</gf>> That's her first thought? <<gf>>"Well if we only have to shop for one body shape imagine how easy organizing our closet would be."<</gf>> The image of domestic bliss and togetherness that presents warms your heart, but you remind her that you had a deal. <<gf>>"Fine, fine. Gimmie a sec!"<</gf>> The waiting really weighs on you, especially when Mom calls out for you again. Finally, you get your prize. She sends it with a blurred tag, obscuring it until you tap it with your thumb. A bit of wrapping paper on your gift. It's her left foot. You've never seen her feet before, but a pang of arousal hits you, as if you've just been shown her bare pussy. $gfname doesn't seem to know how great a gift she's given you... [img[setup.img + 'gf-foot.png']] <<gf>>"I told you it would be a picture of me! Not of what. :P"<</gf>> You tell her off playfully, playing it cool, but insisting you have to go back to Mom. <<gf>>"Love you! That looks good, buy it!"<</gf>> You find a smile has creased your lips you can't make disappear. [[Continue.|momc1b]]

You tell her you've got to go, and silence your phone. [[Continue.|momc1a]]

<<gf>>"Aww, what? Why not? I won't make fun of you, babe!"<</gf>> She seems persistent, typing and deleting a reply before finally sending another. <<gf>>"I'll send you a little picture of me, how's that?"<</gf>> [[Relent. Agree to show her.|mallgf3]] [[Nope, not happening.|mallgf4]]

Finally you answer Mom's request for you to present yourself. Within the seclusion of the changing rooms, it's just you and her for the moment! She's dressed up too, and adorably mature but splendid outfit that matches your own in color and vibe. They aren't exact copies, but the two of you are clearly twinning! <<mom>>"We could be sisters, huh, $codename? Isn't that so cute?" Mom snickers, sliding her arm around your shoulder to wrap you into a hug that gives you more than an ample feel of her breasts to your flat chest.<</mom>> Whatever uncertainty in your heart about how you look is dispelled for a moment, cuddling with your Mom in the changing room. <<mom>>"Why don't we get something to eat?"<</mom>> Whisked from the privacy of the changing room into the reality of the rest of the mall is jarring. However, when you go to pay for the clothing and no one bats an eye, you begin thinking on just how well you're pulling off being $codename. <<mom>>"If only you grew your hair out more. Maybe you could get extensions some time?" Mom elbows you, whispering the suggestion while brushing up the back of your hair.<</mom>> You do feel more boyish with the shorter hair... [[Continue.|mommalld1]]

Mustering up all the courage you can, you yank aside the curtain and shock your Mom with an outfit any mother would hate to see on their daughter. <<mom>>"$codename! What the hell is that!"<</mom>> It's what you picked out. You defend yourself, but as you do, your confidence wanes. Mom's judgmental look is not like one you've seen before. You can't find any anger in her expression, but you can tell she thinks you're dressed like a hooker. With a sigh, she nods. <<mom>>"Well, if that's what you wanna wear, mist— missy."<</mom>> She grasps your wrist and takes you to the teller. The person behind the counter is more interested with the memes on their phone than paying either of you any mind, and doesn't give you the admonishment you feel your Mom expected you to get. You notice how she's decided not to get anything herself, remaining in her normal get up. This only makes you feel even more naked. Mom takes your hand eventually, and pulls you close. The feeling of your bare skin to her clothed warmth is a constant reminder that you're essentially doing a nervous slut walk through the mall. A sort of pigeon toed gait forms as you meekly try to preserve the modesty of your groin and thighs. Slender and fair, they catch more than a few glances both confused and curious. You feel like a piece of meat for sale, and it has you dripping from your dick tip. Is this how girls feel all the time? [[Continue.|mommalld1]]

Shyly, you ask for a moment more. You strip from and collect up the slutty clothes you tried on and arrange them back on their hangers best you can. When you exit the curtain, it's with the folded up clothes all in your arm and a blush on your cheeks. <<mom>>"Aw, didn't find anything good?" <</mom>> You notice how she's decided not to get anything herself, and this makes you feel a bit better. With a shake of your head, Mom grabs your hand and tugs you along. <<mom>>"C'mon. We'll put those away and get the next part of our day going!"<</mom>> [[Continue.|mommalld1]]

You illuminate Ms. Patterson as to the past week's events. She takes copious notes but says little. Eventually, your time is up. It's a nice change of pace to just speak with her a little bit. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]]

<<therapist>>"Oh my, is that so? I am so happy for her! I'm glad she's exploring other options and ways to satisfy herself. You should support her, in fact, you should thank her for making you a cuckold."<</therapist>> Hearing her say it, bringing it to life that you're a cuck, feels intense and invigorating in a lewd way. <<therapist>>"Considering your physical stuntedness between your thighs, and a generally meek and submissive disposition, I'm overjoyed $gfname has someone who can treat her like she wants to be treated. Someone with the strength and force of will to take her, make her his, and give her body the pleasure of being a woman. Rather than, say, some beta's caretaker..."<</therapist>> She leans forward toward you, her glasses sliding down her nose just a bit. <<therapist>>"Perhaps you should consider giving her your chastity cage keys, if you haven't already. Was there anything else about $gfname you wanted to discuss?"<</therapist>> [[Something else.|therapistgf]] [[That's all for today.|Schoolexit]]

<<therapist>>"It isn't always the most natural role for girls to take, but from what I hear $gfname sounds like she'd shape into the perfect, ahem, mistress. That is to say, I think she'd enjoy a female-led relationship."<</therapist>> The thought of refering to $gfname by some sort of sexual title, whether it be mistress or who knows what else, makes your chest heavy and warm in the best ways. <<therapist>>"Nurture these skills and in time, you'll find yourself at her feet. With any luck, she never allows you any penetrative sex. Boys such as yourself are better kept 'taking care' of themselves, if you know what I mean. But your relationship doesn't have to be entirely sexless! I am sure you'll figure out how to use your tongue properly. Or your fingers. Or perhaps a strap-on."<</therapist>> Ms. Patterson chuckles warmly. <<therapist>>"Was there anything else about $gfname you wanted to discuss?"<</therapist>> [[Something else.|therapistgf]] [[That's all for today.|Schoolexit]]

Something in you has you pour out your worries to Ms. Patterson. They're not unusual, you know that. Everyone has fears and panics about their partner. You elaborate on how the LDR only enflames these worries and fears. <<therapist>>She puts up a hand. "Let me stop you right there. You've been with this girl awhile, it's you first relationship, and you trust her. Maybe you'd even say you love her."<</therapist>> You nod, all of that seems right. <<therapist>>"It's a romantic thought that your first relationship will last forever, $name."<</therapist>> The pause Ms. Patterson takes makes your heart sink. <<therapist>>"It might not. I hope it does, but it might not. And if it does, there isn't much use pulling your hair out about it falling apart. You and $gfname will fight plenty, get into arguments, forgive each other. Young love is very turbulent and sometimes agonizing. Do yourself a favor and focus on the things you can change, instead of internal worries. All that internal worry can bubble over and become a real instigator for actual stress and fault-lines in your relationship."<</therapist>> She clears her throat and adjusts her glasses, noticing how you're quite tense. <<therapist>>"Be a good listener, recognize and admit your emotions to her and do your best to see arguments and fights not as something to win but something to collaborate to amend and you'll go far. Not to mention laying out and making sure she respects your boundaries when needed. A pushover pushed too much can crack, and that's not good for either of you."<</therapist>> She folds her hands over her knee, and smiles. <<therapist>>"Was there anything else about $gfname you wanted to discuss?"<</therapist>> [[Something else.|therapistgf]] [[That's all for today.|Schoolexit]]

<<therapist>>"I am sorry you feel that way." <<if $chastity is false>>She sucks her teeth. "Explains why you're unlocked currently, I suppose."<</if>><</therapist>> She stands up from her seat and puts her palms down on her desk. <<therapist>>"Like it or not, $name, it's good for you. Just like taking your medicine. It's a bitter pill but your little peck doesn't deserve freedom. That tiny, needy little beta worm needs chastity. And I don't mean in the manner of that cage. Chastity as in temperance, devotion, submission. To me, to women, to anyone and everyone that is your superior. Your oversexed, corrupt little goon-brain needs to be controlled and bent to the will of someone who knows what to do with you."<</therapist>> She sits back down, leaving you to squirm. <<therapist>>"If it's so uncomfortable, maybe I'll see about asking the nurse for some shrinking cream for your dickie? Might make what little length you have nothing more than a clit-nub, but I'm sure it'll be more comfortable."<</therapist>> <<if $chastity is false>>You realize you're hard, and free. Is that erection admission that she's right... ?<<else>>The cramped confines of your cage crush the swelling of your erection, eager desire for freedom reigned in by Ms. Patterson's words and the metal of your prison.<</if>> [[Discuss keyholders|therapistchas2]] [[That's all for today.|Schoolexit]]

<<therapist>>"Keyholders? Hmph, so you want someone else to be in control of your little penis. Who were you thinking of?"<</therapist>> You take a moment to ponder the women in your life and who you could offer it to. [[Your Mom.|therapistchasmom]] [[Your girlfriend.|therapistchasgf]] Her. Soon™.

<<therapist>>"Your mother? Close to home, safe. Perhaps a bit too soft as a keyholder. I'm not surprised you'd pick her. I could give her a call now and tell her you want her controlling your orgasms."<</therapist>> You swallow comically loudly, a gulp of apprehension. <<if $chastity is true>> You wish you'd asked for a final release before getting a new keeper.<<else>>You feel yourself trying to savor what might be your last hours of freedom for a while, wondering if you can get one more wank in somehow...<</if>> Your gesture of nerves brings amusement to Ms. Patterson. <<therapist>>"Well, would you like to tell her yourself, or do you need me to speak on your behalf?"<</therapist>> [[You will ask her yourself.|therapistchasmom1]] [[Ask if Ms. Patterson can call her.|therapistchasmom2]]

<<therapist>>"I highly encourage that! If you think she's trustworthy, I invite you to have her be your keyholder. Any woman you have a long term relationship with really should be heavily monitoring and auditing your orgasms. Men who cum too much, well, you know they behave." Her voice lilts up with joy.<</therapist>> You remind her of the one, small little detail that could be an issue. This is a long distance relationship. <<if $keyholder is 4>>\ <<therapist>>"I hope you don't regret giving her sway over your chastity. Perhaps you might look into long distance or electronic-locking chastity cages. Those come with their own flaws however."<</therapist>> She clears her throat, and returns to current method you and $gfname are using.<</if>>\ <<therapist>>"Aha, well. Don't you trust our wonderful postal workers?"<</therapist>> Before you can mug too much, she laughs and reassures you it will be fine. <<therapist>>"Trust me. I have never had anything lost in the mail. <<if $key is 1>>If you had two keys you'd have a better chance of one getting to her, hm?<<else>>Good thing you've still got both keys, hm?<</if>>"<</therapist>> Ms. Patterson gives you a few postal tips from having to send plenty of delicate medical documents over her career. You're not sure any of them are particularly helpful. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]]

<<therapist>>"Very well. You have your lock and keys. Ask her at your leisure."<</therapist>> Ms. Patterson dismisses you for the day. You don't have to give your <<if $key is 1>>key<<else>>keys<</if>> to Mom, but you could. So long as you are your own keyholder you can decide. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]]

<<therapist>>"Gladly."<</therapist>> Ms. Patterson's older-style conference phone produces a pleasant click as she picks it from the receiver. Something about her using that relative relic to phone in the demise of your cock's freedom seems fitting. She cuts a wonderfully seductive figure in her suit with the phone on her shoulder. She keeps her eyes trained on you, no fussing with staring around the room as the rings hum against her ear. <<therapist>>"Ahem, hello Ms.—, yes this is Ms. Patterson. I am well thank you very much. I have $name with me here, and he isn't in any trouble."<</therapist>> You can of course make out their relative conversation from Ms. Patterson's replies, but the fuzz and muffled sound of your Mom is audible if not decipherable. <<therapist>>"He's making a very big step in his therapy today, he wants to make you his keyholder. Aha — yes, for his chastity cage. It's a big responsibility, I trust you know best for $name but may I recommend a release schedule of no more than once a week. Anything greater and we could be harming his rehabilitation."<</therapist>> Ms. Patterson and your Mom discuss a bit more, and it gets fuzzy just what Mom is asking her. However, Ms. Patterson's recommendations are daunting. You cross your fingers that Mom doesn't take many of them. <<therapist>>"Good afternoon, and see you later!"<</therapist>> With a click of plastic to plastic, Ms. Patterson hangs up. She just looks at you for a while, her serene little lips twisted in a devious smile. You implore her to explain. <<therapist>>"Your Mom will be picking you up, and I'll see you too off today."<</therapist>> [[Continue.|Schoolextither]]

When school ends you meet with Ms. Patterson, who takes you out to the front of the school and the two of you wait for your Mom to arrive. It's not usual at all that she finds time to pick you up, given her busy schedule. <<therapist>>"She must have thought it important enough to collect you herself. You know, seeing how it relates to your health."<</therapist>> Health indeed... As the other students around you go off to their parents or buses you feel a bit anxious. You say whatever prayers you can that Ms. Patterson and your Mom's conversation isn't picked up by any of the other students. Soon enough, the old beat up car your Mom still keeps running pulls up, and that warm familiar voice calls your name. This time though, when you go to get into the passenger seat and throw your bookbag in the back, Ms. Patterson is right behind you to make sure she gets a few words in. You close the door, and Mom has already lowered the window, letting the two speak clearly. <<mom>>"Oh hi! It's so nice to see you again under better circumstances."<</mom>> <<therapist>>"I agree, thank you for taking some time to speak with me on the phone and in person."<</therapist>> <<mom>>Mom reaches over and rubs your head, messing with your hair affectionately. "Anything for my lil guy."<</mom>> <<therapist>>"Emphasis on little, hm?"<</therapist>> The two women share a chuckle that reddens your cheeks. Ms. Patterson leans in close to your window, practically sticking her tits into the car. <<therapist>>"When you get home, be sure to police $name's <<if $key is 1>>key<<else>>keys<</if>> and keep it in a safe location. Somewhere he won't be able to find it."<</therapist>> <<mom>>"Tsk, I bet he'll be turning over the apartment like searching for presents hidden before Christmas."<</mom>> <<therapist>>"Depending on how strict you are with his free time, it might get that bad. I highly recommend using his chastity recess as a reward for behavior you want to reinforce."<</therapist>> <<mom>>You can feel Mom's playfully stern eyes on your neck. "Like doing the dishes on time?"<</mom>> <<therapist>>"Exactly that. Perhaps some sort of—"<</therapist>> <<mom>>"Good boy points!" Mom exclaims with jubilance you really wish she didn't have. At least not for this particular topic.<</mom>> <<therapist>>Ms. Patterson pulls away, covering her mouth as she finds herself unable to suppress a chuckle. "Exactly. I think you'll do just fine. I'll let you two get on home. I am sure you have a lot to discuss!"<</therapist>> <<mom>>"I think we do."<</mom>> [[Continue.|momkeyhold]]

The car ride over Mom cannot stop gushing about how much she appreciates you trusting her with this. She seems adamant and thrilled to help you along on your therapeutic road to recovery from masturbation addict to 'model young man'. <<mom>>"I think with a bit of practice, you can become an excellent husband for any woman!" She says to you, the jangle of keys ringing out as she gets ready to unlock the apartment door. "Don't get too excited, honey, it's just the keys to the house!"<</mom>> She smirks and guides you inside. When the two of you settle and put your bags aside, she calls you into the living room with a sort of faux-sternness. You can feel the excitement radiating from her. You wonder now if this was a mistake. If she's so keen on keeping you locked, maybe her releases won't be so frequent. <<mom>>"Bring me your <<if $key is 1>>key<<else>>keys<</if>>, $name." She taps her foot and points down to the floor, like readying a dog to sit.<</mom>> You fetch the <<if $key is 1>>key<<else>>keys<</if>> for her, holding it out. <<if $chastity is true>>No need to collect the cage, as every step reminds you of its weight.<<else>>Seeing as they were right next to each other, you bring the cage and lock along too.<</if>> <<if $chastity is false>><<mom>>"Put your cage on sweetheart. Go ahead. Don't be shy."<</mom>> You do so, stripping your pants and exposing your $underwear and then your willy. The cage goes on with a bit of effort, a rising erection forced down by the metal tube. When the lock clicks shut, Mom's palm is waiting to receive the <<if $key is 1>>key<<else>>keys<</if>> .<</if>> <<mom>>"Why don't you kneel at my feet! It'll be like you're getting knighted!"<</mom>> Kneeling before Mom feels natural at this point, and you hardly need another word. You're not sure how medieval this whole ritual is, but you place the <<if $key is 1>>key<<else>>keys<</if>> in her outstretched palm. Time seems to slow as she closes her fingers around the <<if $key is 1>>key<<else>>keys<</if>>, stealing them away from your vision and removing them from your control. She gives a tap to one shoulder and a tap to the other. <<mom>>"Chaste and safe! Good boy, $name."<</mom>> She helps you rise to your feet and gives you a nice tight hug. After letting go, she makes the <<if $key is 1>>key<<else>>keys<</if>> jingle a bit against the keyloop. <<mom>>"Pretty soon that sound will make you come running like a dog for the dinner bell, huh? Speaking of that. Why don't you get some rest before dinner, honey!"<</mom>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<set $keyholder to 3>> <<set $chastity to true>> <<set $momDaycounter to $dayCounter>>

You approach Mom and ask her if you could have the <<if $key is 1>>key<<else>>keys<</if>> to your cage for a little alone time with your hand. <<if $dayCounter - $momDaycounter >= 7>> <<mom>>Mom thinks about it a second and seems to ponder your question. "I guess it has been a week or so, right?" She scratches her head. "Kind of lost track of time!"<</mom>> <<mom>>She fetches your <<if $key is 1>>key<<else>>keys<</if>> and dangles it before you. "Bup, bup, bup. Say please!"<</mom>> You politely and quietly beg for your release, and she agrees. She pulls down your pants a bit, and before you can stop her, she's unlocking the bolt keeping your metal cage shut. The feeling of her touch and fresh air is a wonderful, pleasant shock to the sense. <<mom>>"So. What reward do you want?"<</mom>> <<if $method is "Normal">> [[Watch foot fetish porn.|momfeetobv]] [[Watch vanilla porn.|momvanobv]] [[Watch crossdressing porn.|momtrapobv]] <<if $playerQueen >= 4>> [[Watch Blacked porn.|momblkobv]] <</if>> <<else>> [[Watch foot fetish porn.|momfeetobvpe]] [[Watch vanilla porn.|momvanobvpe]] [[Watch crossdressing porn.|momtrapobvpe]] <<if $playerQueen >= 4>> [[Watch Blacked porn.|momblkobvpe]] <</if>> <</if>> [[Date night.|momchasdate]] [[Toilet sex.|momtoiletrelease]] [[Ask for a whole week of freedom.|momwholeweek]] <<else>> Mom thinks about it a second and seems to ponder your question. <<mom>>"Hmm, no I don't think so! It really hasn't been so long since we locked you up. Why don't you wait a bit longer? Go do some chores! Or your homework! If you're feeling really antsy maybe some exercise or a cold shower, huh?"<</mom>> Although she's excitedly offering solutions to what she thinks is your overbearing need for orgasm, none of them seem appealing at all. You sigh and tell her to forget it. <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <</if>>

<<mom>>"You want me to what? Hold your key? To your special little cage?"<</mom>> You ask her to please, control your orgasms. <<mom>>"Okay, sweetheart. I'd be happy to! This is very good for you."<</mom>> <<mom>>"Bring me your <<if $key is 1>>key<<else>>keys<</if>>, $name." She taps her foot and points down to the floor, like readying a dog to sit.<</mom>> You fetch the <<if $key is 1>>key<<else>>keys<</if>> for her, holding it out. <<if $chastity is true>>No need to collect the cage, as every step reminds you of its weight.<<else>>Seeing as they were right next to each other, you bring the cage and lock along too.<</if>> <<if $chastity is false>><<mom>>"Put your cage on sweetheart. Go ahead. Don't be shy."<</mom>> You do so, stripping your pants and exposing your $underwear and then your willy. The cage goes on with a bit of effort, a rising erection forced down by the metal tube. When the lock clicks shut, Mom's palm is waiting to receive the <<if $key is 1>>key<<else>>keys<</if>> .<</if>> <<mom>>"Why don't you kneel at my feet! It'll be like you're getting knighted!"<</mom>> Kneeling before Mom feels natural at this point, and you hardly need another word. You're not sure how medieval this whole ritual is, but you place the <<if $key is 1>>key<<else>>keys<</if>> in her outstretched palm. Time seems to slow as she closes her fingers around the <<if $key is 1>>key<<else>>keys<</if>>, stealing them away from your vision and removing them from your control. She gives a tap to one shoulder and a tap to the other. <<mom>>"Chaste and safe! Good boy, $name."<</mom>> She helps you rise to your feet and gives you a nice tight hug. After letting go, she makes the <<if $key is 1>>key<<else>>keys<</if>> jingle a bit against the keyloop. <<mom>>"Pretty soon that sound will make you come running like a dog for the dinner bell, huh? Speaking of that. Why don't you get some rest before dinner, honey!"<</mom>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<set $keyholder to 3>> <<set $chastity to true>> <<set $momDaycounter to $dayCounter>> <<set $momGBP to $momStat>>

With joy in your heart, you ask $gfname to join you somewhere special in Windcraft. The two of you find a nice little grove far from anyone else, sitting your characters next to each other. It's a familiar scene, the two of you have spent hours like this passing the time chatting with each other. Finally, when you can't wait any longer, you pop the question! You ask $gfname if she can hold the <<if $key is 1>>key<<else>>keys<</if>> to your chastity cage. <<gf>>"Huh? Are you serious? That would be awesome! But how am I supposed to get it?"<</gf>> You could mail it, that's the easiest solution. <<gf>>"I bet you'd love if I could come and unlock you in person, huh? Not yet. You're just a little too far away, $name."<</gf>> So far, and so close. $gfname was too far for public transit, but if you had a car you could get to see her for real. <<gf>>"So, you'll mail it to me, then? I'll do it. But you need to lock up and prove it to me!"<</gf>> <<if $chastity is true>>That'll be easy, you're currently wearing. You wonder if you should maybe jerk off one last time.<<else>>You look to the cage by your desk, not so discreetly set aside from when you last unlocked. You wonder if you should maybe jerk off one last time.<</if>> You snap a picture, and send it off to her. [img[setup.img + 'chaspic.png']] <<gf>>"Wow! It looks kinda tight, and sort of small. I guess that makes sense. Huh."<</gf>> Just as the idea comes to you again that you could get one final orgasm in, she strikes you with your first order. <<gf>>"Okay. I don't want you to be jerking off in secret until you mail that <<if $key is 1>>key<<else>>keys<</if>>. Do you have a letter and stamps?"<</gf>> You are pretty sure Mom has them somewhere here. <<gf>>"Well go! And I'm timing you! Don't think you can be all sneaky."<</gf>> [[Agree, go and do as she says.|gfchas1]] <<if $playerStamina < 30>> [[Agree, but try to wack off quickly first.|gfchas2]] <<else>> [[Agree, but try to wack off quickly first.|gfchas3]] <</if>> <<set $playerGfkey to 1>>

You want nothing more than to be a dutiful boyfriend, and so you do as she says. Finding an envelope and a stamp isn't hard at all, and you know $gfname's address by heart. After all you've typed it into your phone's map and started longingly at it for hours. The weight of your cage, and the <<if $key is 1>>key<<else>>keys<</if>> in the small envelope, feel extraordinarily heavy. Tossing on your shoes, you make haste to spirit the mail and your cock's freedom to the deposit box for the apartment building. A thousand and ones fears run through your head. Who knows what could go wrong and with something so, so vital. None of that stays your hand though, as you hear the small thud of the letter hitting all its new friends in the dark metal box. You pray to whoever is listening that it reaches its destination safe and sound. Then you notice you're trying to get hard... You hurry upstairs to reply to $gfname, and tell her you've done as she asked. <<if $cuck is true>>But she's gone! She's not there waiting for you. She's not even in the party. Immediately, you assume she went offline and is just waiting to DM you. But that isn't the case, she's still online, in the new expansion's hub, in a different party. You give her a ping, and then another, and it's nearly five minutes before she gets back to you. <<gf>>"Oh sorry, my friend was online so I went to say hi to him. He asked where you were so I told him."<</gf>> What? She told some stranger you're in chastity! <<gf>>"I mean he's already seen my boobs, we're pretty close already."<</gf>> That feels like a punch to the gut. You head is dazed and reels from being so cast aside and demeaned. You don't have a clue who this friend is, but knowing he knows you're locked and 'out of the picture' sexually, is insanely tormenting. And fitfully arousing. It's far too long before she logs, telling you to DM her. The two of you spend the rest of the evening together, but you can't get that thought out of your head.<<else>>But she's gone! She's not there waiting for you. She's not even in the party. Immediately, you assume she went offline and is just waiting to DM you. You give her a ping, and then another, and it's nearly five minutes before she gets back to you. <<gf>>"Oh sorry, my friend from school was online so I went to say hi to her. She asked where you were so I told her."<</gf>> What? She told some stranger you're in chastity! <<gf>>"I mean he's already seen my boobs, we're pretty close already."<</gf>> That feels like a punch to the gut. You head is dazed and reels from being so cast aside and demeaned. You don't have a clue who this friend is, but knowing she knows you're locked and 'out of the picture' sexually, is insanely tormenting. And fitfully arousing. Asking what her friend had to say doesn't quite bring what you expect. <<gf>>"Yeah! She said it was good for some guys, like, guys who are stay-at-home types. Not the breadwinners. That sort of thing. Women are heads of the household all the time now! This is just another way girls stay on top I guess."<</gf>> The two of you spend the rest of the evening together, but you can't get that thought out of your head.<</if>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $relationship += 4>> <<set $keyholder to 4>> <<set $momDaycounter to $dayCounter>>

You decide you need one last go, and get yourself ready for a quick session. It needs to be fast! She's keeping an eye on how long you take. You could lie, but that hardly occurs to you with your freedom on the line here. Getting hard isn't an issue, but the time pressure really gets to you! Trying and failing to find something that can set you off fast just leads to further time wasting! You stroke as you try to search up the perfect thing to nut to, it needs to be great! And just then, as if coming about like a sneeze, your orgasm hits you. Where did it come from? No idea! But you are creaming your hand before even two minutes have passed. Thankfully for you, your worrying premature nut lets you escape $gfname's notice. You clean up quick as a whip, trying not to linger on the thought of how chastity might negatively effect your stamina. Finding an envelope and a stamp isn't hard at all, and you know $gfname's address by heart. After all you've typed it into your phone's map and started longingly at it for hours. The weight of your cage, and the metal in the small envelope, feel extraordinarily heavy. Tossing on your shoes, you make haste to spirit the mail and your cock's freedom to the deposit box for the apartment building. A thousand and one fears run through your head. Who knows what could go wrong and with something so, so vital. None of that stays your hand though, as you hear the small thud of the letter hitting all its new friends in the dark metal box. You pray to whoever is listening that it reaches its destination safe and sound. Then you notice you're trying to get hard... You hurry upstairs to reply to $gfname, and tell her you've done as she asked. <<if $cuck is true>>But she's gone! She's not there waiting for you. She's not even in the party. Immediately, you assume she went offline and is just waiting to DM you. But that isn't the case, she's still online, in the new expansion's hub, in a different party. You give her a ping, and then another, and it's nearly five minutes before she gets back to you. <<gf>>"Oh sorry, my friend was online so I went to say hi to him. He asked where you were so I told him."<</gf>> What? She told some stranger you're in chastity! <<gf>>"I mean he's already seen my boobs, we're pretty close already."<</gf>> That feels like a punch to the gut. You head is dazed and reels from being so cast aside and demeaned. You don't have a clue who this friend is, but knowing he knows you're locked and 'out of the picture' sexually, is insanely tormenting. And fitfully arousing. It's far too long before she logs, telling you to DM her. The two of you spend the rest of the evening together, but you can't get that thought out of your head.<<else>>But she's gone! She's not there waiting for you. She's not even in the party. Immediately, you assume she went offline and is just waiting to DM you. You give her a ping, and then another, and it's nearly five minutes before she gets back to you. <<gf>>"Oh sorry, my friend from school was online so I went to say hi to her. She asked where you were so I told her."<</gf>> What? She told some stranger you're in chastity! <<gf>>"I mean he's already seen my boobs, we're pretty close already."<</gf>> That feels like a punch to the gut. You head is dazed and reels from being so cast aside and demeaned. You don't have a clue who this friend is, but knowing she knows you're locked and 'out of the picture' sexually, is insanely tormenting. And fitfully arousing. Asking what her friend had to say doesn't quite bring what you expect. <<gf>>"Yeah! She said it was good for some guys, like, guys who are stay-at-home types. Not the breadwinners. That sort of thing. Women are heads of the household all the time now! This is just another way girls stay on top I guess."<</gf>> The two of you spend the rest of the evening together, but you can't get that thought out of your head.<</if>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $relationship += 4>> <<set $keyholder to 4>> <<set $momDaycounter to $dayCounter>>

You send a hastily typed message to your girlfriend, petitioning $gfname for the right to release. The reality sinks in that you have to ask her to send the letter back to you, which will take days to arrive. And who knows how long she'll let you be 'free'. The whole affair could have used a bit more thought. <<gf>>"A release, huh?"<</gf>> Yep! <<if $dayCounter - $momDaycounter >= 10>> <<gf>>"I got the letter earlier today, you know!"<</gf>> Excellent, at least it's in her hands and safe. <<if $keysnapper is true>> <<gf>>"I wouldn't call it safe, $name! Remember I told you that you'd be punished for jerking off?"<</gf>> Right! When she caught you trying to squeeze one last time with Palmala Handerson. <<gf>>"Now it's time to pay up."<</gf>> [[Continue.|gfchaskeysnap]] <</if>> <<if $keysnapper is false>> <<gf>>"Safe, but very far away from you! So you want a release, huh, $name?"<</gf>> Yes, more than anything, of course. <<gf>>"Well you have to earn it!"<</gf>> [[Continue.|gfchasearn1]] <</if>> <</if>> <<if $dayCounter - $momDaycounter < 10>> <<set $playerGfkey to 100>> <<gf>>"I haven't got the letter yet, goofball! Wow, not cumming really turns your brain into mud, huh? No jerking off, $name! But, we could do something else."<</gf>> Like what? <<if $cuck is true>> <<gf>>"I could send my friend from Windcraft another nude of myself."<</gf>> Why the fuck would you want that? <<if $keysnapper is true>> <<gf>>"Because you touched your dickie when I told you not to! Yep, before putting that cage on. And if you don't beg me to send him a picture of my pussy, I'm snapping one of your keys when they get here."<</gf>> She cannot be serious. There is no way she's threatening this, something so fucked and dangerous as toying with the freedom of your cock! <<gf>>"Who cares if it's free! I get to decide if you use it or not, so I won't be crying if it's locked up forever."<</gf>> What the fuck? You press her about what she means, what about you and her having sex? <<gf>>"Hmm, yeah, maybe. I wouldn't worry about that. Anyway, do you agree or not?"<</gf>> [[Agree.|gfchascuck1]] [[Refuse.|gfchascuck2]] <</if>> <<if $keysnapper is false>> <<gf>>"Because I want to hear you beg me to send another guy nudes. I want you to plead with me and ask me to make you a cuckold. Or maybe you just won't get those keys back."<</gf>> [[Agree.|gfchascuck1]] [[Refuse.|gfchascuck2]] <</if>> <</if>> <<if $cuck is false>> <<gf>>"I could masturbate for you on cam."<</gf>> What the hell kind of gift is that!? You're in chastity, you wouldn't be able to do anything. <<gf>>"Exactly. Besides it makes me feel way more comfortable knowing you're caged."<</gf>> You've poked and prodded her for a little cam show like this for actual years. And now, now that you're caged and your dick is a little prisoner, she agrees. It's hard to decline such a treat, you agree. <<gf>>"Gimmie a sec to make sure everything is okay. I'll call you when I'm ready and my cam is set up properly."<</gf>> [[Continue.|gfchascam]] <</if>> <</if>>

<<if $dayCounter - $momDaycounter >= 10>> <<gf>>"I got the letter earlier today, you know!"<</gf>> Excellent, at least it's in her hands and safe. <<if $keysnapper is true>> <<gf>>"I wouldn't call it safe, $name! Remember I told you that you'd be punished for jerking off?"<</gf>> Right! When she caught you trying to squeeze one last time with Palmala Handerson. <<gf>>"Now it's time to pay up."<</gf>> [[Continue.|gfchaskeysnap]] <</if>> <<if $keysnapper is false>> <<gf>>"Safe, but very far away from you! So you want a release, huh, $name?"<</gf>> Yes, more than anything, of course. <<gf>>"Well you have to earn it!"<</gf>> [[Continue.|gfchasearn1]] <</if>> <</if>> <<if $dayCounter - $momDaycounter <= 10>> <<gf>>"Huh? I don't have it yet! I already told you. And who said I'd release you even if I did have them."<</gf>> She hasn't gotten the letter yet. Maybe you should ask again later. [[Return.|gfweekendmenu]] <</if>>

You do it. Whether it's the cage, or $gfname's demands, or maybe you really just did have that pathetic cuckold spirit in you, you break down and do it. Beg, plead, ask kindly, you do it all. You ask $gfname to send nudes of herself to her friend, another guy. <<gf>>"Another guy not in a chastity cage, by the way. And with a bigger dick. This is going to be the third time he's seeing my ass so it's not really a big deal, lol."<</gf>> Third? What about the others? She doesn't reply. She must be talking to him. What the fuck else are you supposed to do aside from sit and stew in your cage. You feel a knot in the pit of your stomach, denial and anxiety welling in you, just as bottled up as your arousal. Drip-drip, you can feel the wetness of your precum staining your underwear. <<if $underwear is "Panties">>Not only is this guy-friend of hers not locked up in metal, he's probably not wearing panties either.<</if>> Finally, she sends you a screenshot. <<generic>>"Nice ass. So when am I grabbing those hips and bending you over my bed? Yours looks too low to the ground."<</generic>> <<gf>>"Loool. I'm short! If yours is too high up my feet will dangle."<</gf>> <<generic>>"My dick will hold you up, don't worry about it."<</generic>> <<gf>>"It's big enough to. :>"<</gf>> <<generic>>"Look what you did. Who's going to fix this?"<</generic>> The screenshot of their conversation conveniently left out her nude, her ass, not that you'd recognize it having never seen it before. But she elected to leave in the picture of her friend's cock. <<if $bull is 1 or 3>> [img[setup.img + 'bull1-3.png']] <</if>>\ <<if $bull is 2>>\ [img[setup.img + 'bull2.png']] <</if>>\ It's big! Huge! Long and impressive. <<if $bull is 2>>And black. Gosh, no. All Sabrina said was meant to just be fantasy! Just porn, lewdness, teasing. You shut your eyes and try to close out the feelings of defeated anguish at seeing the big black cock $gfname is exposing herself to.<</if>> Hard, free. Any woman would be happy to give that a ride... You try to ping her, but that screenshot is all you hear of $gfname for at least an hour. And when she returns, she refuses to tell you what she was doing... [[Continue.|sleep]]

You tell her not to, begging her not to send any naked pictures to anyone but you. Chastity was one thing. ERP was one thing. But actually sending pictures of herself, no, you can't agree with that. <<gf>>"Good thing cucks don't get to decide, lol. I do what I want and you deal with it. Don't like it, find someone else."<</gf>> You're stunned to silence, fingers hovering over the keys trying to come up with anything worth replying. <<gf>>"Oops, you can't! Dick is all locked up."<</gf>> She flippantly denies you pleaing and says she's sending those pictures to her friend. Who? Well... <<gf>>"Another guy not in a chastity cage, by the way. And with a bigger dick. This is going to be the third time he's seeing my ass so it's not really a big deal, lol."<</gf>> Third? What about the others? She doesn't reply. She must be talking to him. What the fuck else are you supposed to do aside from sit and stew in your cage. You feel a knot in the pit of your stomach, denial and anxiety welling in you, just as bottled up as your arousal. Drip-drip, you can feel the wetness of your precum staining your underwear. <<if $underwear is "Panties">>Not only is this guy-friend of hers not locked up in metal, he's probably not wearing panties either.<</if>> Finally, she sends you a screenshot. <<generic>>"Nice ass. So when am I grabbing those hips and bending you over my bed? Yours looks too low to the ground."<</generic>> <<gf>>"Loool. I'm short! If yours is too high up my feet will dangle."<</gf>> <<generic>>"My dick will hold you up, don't worry about it."<</generic>> <<gf>>"It's big enough to. :>"<</gf>> <<generic>>"Look what you did. Who's going to fix this?"<</generic>> The screenshot of their conversation conveniently left out her nude, her ass, not that you'd recognize it having never seen it before. But she elected to leave in the picture of her friend's cock. <<if $bull is 1 or 3>> [img[setup.img + 'bull1-3.png']] <</if>>\ <<if $bull is 2>>\ [img[setup.img + 'bull2.png']] <</if>>\ It's big! Huge! Long and impressive. <<if $bull is 2>>And black. Gosh, no. All Sabrina said was meant to just be fantasy! Just porn, lewdness, teasing. You shut your eyes and try to close out the feelings of defeated anguish at seeing the big black cock $gfname is exposing herself to.<</if>> Hard, free. Any woman would be happy to give that a ride... You try to ping her, but that screenshot is all you hear of $gfname for at least an hour. And when she returns, she refuses to tell you what she was doing... [[Continue.|sleep]]

Cage or no, you're excited for this show. Gritting your teeth and rolling your eyes won't make a key appear in your palm, so you dispense with that quick. However, as you wait for $gfname to call, you find your fingers digging into your thighs. Occasionally you grasp at and bounce your balls in your hand, trying to coax some kind of feeling out. You wonder if something could give you sensation through the cage. Your problem solving mind is disturbed by the obnoxious ring of $gfname calling you on the chat service you use. As woefully unfortunate as the sound is, you welcome it like the bells of heaven. Throwing on your headset, you ready your mic and yourself for whatever is about to transpire. <<gf>>"Hey, $name!" Her voice is a little shaky. Is she nervous too?<</gf>> It wouldn't be a surprise if she is. You notice her cam isn't on yet, and you don't want to mention it. <<gf>>"Ready?"<</gf>> You have been ready for the past year to see this. You'd have whipped out your phone in class if it meant getting to see your girlfriend's pussy for a second! Her profile transitions to a loading throbber, and then to a poorly lit and oh-so-amateur cam show just for you! Aimed close, so very few details of anything else can be seen, the camera only lets you see a little bit of her thighs, tummy, and the sensitive black box you someday wish to feel the inside of. <<gf>>She must have heard you whimper, because she chuckles and asks, "Are you okay?"<</gf>> More than okay. Aside from the anguish of getting your wood cramped close in your cage. <<gf>>"Heh. Sorry-not-sorry, $name. Anyway. Just hush and watch, okay?"<</gf>> Between the factors of a poor internet connection, and the video service being bad, your censorchip is going crazy. Not the beneficial sort of crazy, either. It's being exceptionally judicious and censoring anything that might even be remotely insensitive for a beta like yourself. Hate for your chip is running at an all time high while $gfname's fingers dance lower and lower, breaching the depths of the black bar and toying with the sweet spot below. Her fingers aren't masked by the censor, rather, the censor is eclipsed by them. Of course, the technology is advanced enough to not lose sight of what needs to be kept from sight. No chance for a sneaky peek or a transition to pixels here. She starts off playing with herself slowly. And you think she is using one hand for her clit while the other spreads her labia and just barely goes in. <<gf>>"I'm wet."<</gf>> Not that you'd know without being told! She sticks her wet fingers close to the cam and spreads them, the sweet string of her honey spreading along with the digits themselves. <<gf>>"I like playing with this little bit mostly, that feels the most intense but if you rub it too much it gets kind of overstimulating. Like, annoying? So you have to switch it up. You better remember that if you're ever down here!"<</gf>> You want to tell her you can't see a damn thing, but she knows, you can hear it in her teasing voice that she knows. The two of you breathe heavily in tandem, though you can touch yourself your need waxes and throbs in your cage. Your hips thrust and you wiggle in your seat, she does too, bringing herself closer and closer. <<if $playerStamina < 30>> As you watch her, practically drooling over your keyboard, you notice how much pre you've been shooting against your chair. A look down at your cage brings with it a rushing wave of pleasure. And just as $gfname muffles herself. One of her hands disappears, probably to cover her mouth, and the other moves with more fury and peculiar motions. Yes! Yes! She's cumming, you're watching your girlfriend cum! And then you do. Hearing her moan and squirm, watching the black box between her legs flicker and twitch as it repositions when she does, is maddening. You shoot white across your seat and the floor, spurting without control. The pleasure washes over you first, and then the surprise at how easily that happened. <<else>> As you watch her, practically drooling over your keyboard, you notice how much pre you've been shooting against your chair. A look down at your cage brings with it a rushing wave of pleasure. If only you could touch yourself! $gfname muffles herself. One of her hands disappears, probably to cover her mouth, and the other moves with more fury and peculiar motions. <<gf>>"Nearly... "<</gf>> Nearly there! She's close to cumming? Hearing her moan and squirm, watching the black box between her legs flicker and twitch as it repositions when she does, is maddening. You wiggle your cage, grasping at your junk trying to get some feeling aside from the crush of the cage. <</if>> Her moans are cute and quiet, probably trying to stay low so others don't hear! And when she's done, she very abruptly hangs up. Not a surprise at all, and you don't mind. You've got to clean up the mess you've made as well. Wiping up your cock-drippings takes long enough that she's sent you a message by the time you're done. <<gf>>"Hope you liked that! Was pretty awesome for me. I bet that cage felt super tight, huh?"<</gf>> Of course, it did... tight as a noose. <<gf>>"Good."<</gf>> Then, before you can reply she quickly adds something. <<gf>>"Good boy!"<</gf>> That feels nice. You chew on that for a while, and the evening with her helps you forget about the cage a bit. [[Continue.|sleep]]

You send a flurry of messages. Offers, begging, apologies. It must have fallen on deaf ears. She replies with no words until finally an image is sent your way. [img[setup.img + 'gfsnap.png']] <<gf>>"So, going to remember to do as you're told?"<</gf>> With your fingers trembling at the destruction of what is one of your most important possessions, you tell her you'll listen from now on. <<gf>>"Good boy. Now, let's play some vidya."<</gf>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $keys to 1>>

"You want to get off? I guess it's been long enough. But you're going to have to wait for me to mail it back. Could take a few extra days." You're very well aware of the complex processes having your LDR girlfriend be your keyholder brings. "So far you've just waited in your cage, I think you need to take it a little further and earn it." The smug custom emoji she slaps at the end of her message really punctuates it. Sitting there and having to wait for each of her replies to your questions and begging really feel excruciating. You've already waited this long, and now you're waiting even longer. "I really like that new slutmog from the MTX store. Buy it for me and I'll send you the key, deal?" Slutmog, you're not quite sure if you want $gfname wearing slutty clothes in game... Besides, that's thirty bucks for a costume in game.<<if $cuck is true>>And you hope they'd be for you and not her 'friend'.<</if>> "Buy it or no key!" <<if $playerMoney > 29>>\ [[Buy it for her.|gfchasearn2]] <<else>>\ Buy it for her. You can't afford it. <</if>> [[Refuse.|gfchasrefuse]]

You get your debit card out and make the purchase for her, gifting to her account an incredibly lewd witch costume with more skin shown than hidden. The costume is so erotic your censor chip blurs the preview character's cleavage. <<gf>>"Good boy! I'm going to mess around with it right now. And you'll get your key whenever Mr. Postman decides to give it to you!"<</gf>> $gfname is beyond overjoyed, and you're out $30 bucks. Small loss for the release you know you'll be dying for in a few days. ''Due to some limitations, you will be set to unlocked now. You will be relocked next time you speak with $gfname about chastity. This will be given more complexity later.'' [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $playerMoney -= 30>> <<set $chastity to false>> <<set $playerGfkey to 2>>

<<gf>>"Oh well, no release then. Guess you'll wait, $name."<</gf>> [[Continue.|gfweekendmenu]]

<<gf>>"Well, lock up! Fun time is over, $name!"<</gf>> You do as she asks, saying goodbye to your cock's freedom on behest of your girlfriend. There is something nice about giving it up, and plenty sad. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $chastity to true>> <<set $momDaycounter to $dayCounter>> <<set $playerGfkey to 1>>

The ticking of the clock is on your mind heavily as the minutes pass, searching for the right chance to do what you are trying to. It's compounded with the pressure of wondering //how// exactly you're going to pull this off. <<hw>>"You okay, $name? You seem off in the clouds."<</hw>> You gawk at Ms. Highwood, and she smiles back, waiting for your reply and taking a moment to observe your dumbstruck face. Then, in that momentary lapse of thought, the simplest of ploys comes to you. From your hand, your pencil slips and clatters to the floor. A groan of 'effort' interrupts your apology and you bend over from your chair to pick it up, stressing your body enough to make sure Ms. Highwood knows you're in something pink and pretty under your school uniform. When you get back up and straighten out your back, Ms. Highwood's cheeks are a bit flush and that dumbstruck look you must have had is now on her face. She makes a hard and stiff swallow, and gets you back on track. At the very least, you've played your hand. The ball is in her court now. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $playerMath to 5>>

When you show up to 310, Ms. Highwood is a little curt. She is reserved and distant. Aside from a little hello, she hardly looks up from the papers she is grading. What's more, she's behind her desk at the head of the class. <<hw>>"I know this isn't an official class, but I wanted to give you a little quiz. I set it on the desk you usually take. Don't worry about the grade, just try your best. I want to assess your ability to focus and apply what we're learning without my help."<</hw>> Makes sense. <<if $smartiePants is true>>Knack for math or no, this extra curricular stuff is becoming a little cumbersome. You didn't expect quizzes.<<else>>If you didn't think this would improve your grades, you'd be rioting against the mere notion of an extra quiz.<</if>> You take up your pencil and try to commit to the work set before you. It's difficult, difficult enough that it really does demand focus. It's not helped by Ms. Highwood humming and tapping her flats to the tile. Tick-tick-tick. The clap of the sole to the floor really... catches... Ms. Highwood's legs are crossed, and peeking from the side of her desk enough you can completely enjoy the slender and womanly grace of both of them. As befitting a teacher, her legs are masked by a thin black stocking. The pale of her skin plays through the soft nylon, and dragging your eyes across her sumptuous legs makes your palms tingle with the imagined feeling of their silky touch. Best, or perhaps worst, of all is how she is seductively revealing one of her feet. The leg is suspended over the knee of the other, and the flat on her foot dangles only by the hook of her toes. The shadowed, steamy, sexual hint of her soles and the well-worn insole of her shoe demand your fixation. The countless times you've jerked off to women's feet, dreamed of them pressed to your face, set off the instinct to ready yourself for sex. After all, you've done nothing but train yourself to consider a woman flashing her sole like Ms. Highwood is as an invitation to pleasure. Distracting doesn't begin to describe it. <<if $chastity is true>>Instead of tenting your pants, you twitch and throb against the metal of your cage, wishing you could unlock yourself for some comfort.<<else>>You tent your pants, not much, but a small bulge is all you'll ever be able to muster.<</if>> <<hw>>"Something wrong? Something caught your eye? You're not so slick, mister. What did you think was going to happen when you showed me your panties, $name?"<</hw>> Busted! <<hw>>"And now it seems I've got your eye on something you want." Each word she flexes her foot, tapping her flat back to her sole. "I've been wearing these since the start of the school year. I really should get new ones."<</hw>> The black gloss of the flats' material seems remarkably new, but the sexual flashes of the insole and her stocking-clad feet speak to how many hours of walking they've experienced. And just how ripe and well-worn they really are. <<hw>>"Maybe we can come to a mutually beneficial arrangement, hm?"<</hw>> Your eyes twinkle, and your heart feels like it's blocking your throat's ability to gulp down air. What exactly is she offering? <<hw>>"Just a little exchange. I get something I want, and you get to—"<</hw>> The period bell rings. The exhausting, awful sound rips up your little fantasies and sends them drifting to the waste basket like a bad essay. Ms. Highwood is equally disappointed, exhaling a harsh huff to signal her annoyance. She readies to stand, slapping her flat to her foot again, but this time getting her heel back into place. The roll of her chair riding back, and the click of her shoes to the floor, bring your attention wholly to her. When she moves from behind the desk, she purposefully presses her hips forward against her pencil skirt. And there, between her legs, you see a bulge that would put many men to shame. A clearly, at least partly, aroused cock. Ms. Highwood has wood, no doubt about it now. And she makes certain you see it. <<hw>>"Go along to your next class, we'll talk about this more some other time."<</hw>> Never before did you want to stay in a classroom more, but you nod your head and spring for the door, flush with excitement. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $playerMath to 6>> <<set $corruption += 1>>

''That's all for now.'' [[Return.|schoolstart]]

<<sabrina>>"Yo, $name. Sorry, I missed you last week, hanging out with a friend."<</sabrina>> Expecting you to follow, Sabrina walks over to her car. The scuff of her thick, gothic boots to the rain-slick pavement catches your ear. You try to probe as delicately as possible about who that was. <<sabrina>>"Just a guy from where I used to work. Do you know what a bottle girl is?"<</sabrina>> Not really, no. You get along the shotgun side, waiting for her to let you. The click of her car door opening invites you to try as well. An ugly clack is your only reply. Sabrina looks at you from inside the car, a little obscured by rain droplets. <<sabrina>>"You yanked it too soon, dork. Try again."<</sabrina>> She unlocks it for you once more, and you get it right this time. You haven't done that since you were a kid. <<sabrina>>"Pfft, typical white boy moment. Always going off too soon."<</sabrina>> She slides the seatbelt around herself, tucking it under her breasts for comfort. They bulge out with the push-up effect of the strap. <<sabrina>>"Anyway, a bottle girl is basically a waitress in a club for VIP tables. We kind of hang out, make sure everyone is happy, drunk, and spending on bottles."<</sabrina>> She looks over to you, starting the car and wheeling to the road on instinct without looking. <<sabrina>>"You ever been to a nightclub?"<</sabrina>> Before you do more than open your mouth, she cuts you off. <<sabrina>>"Yeah, I thought so. Well, little tip, don't buy whole bottles at clubs. Actually, do yourself a favor and don't buy drinks there at all. Take it from me, pre-game and you'll save sooooo much money. Sometimes those bottles are marked up a hundred, two hundred percent! If you're gonna spend, just give your bottle girl some tips."<</sabrina>> She winks at you. <<sabrina>>"You never know, might get something nice out of it."<</sabrina>> Committing that memory, you get her back on track about who that man was. You feel strangely a little nervous, almost a little territorial. But something deep in you knows you can't, and probably... definitely... never will stake any claim on 'Sabrina's' territory. <<sabrina>>"Oh right, that was the whole point. That was JB, he was a bouncer and dancer at the club."<</sabrina>> Dancer? What? <<sabrina>>She nodded. "Yeah, girls like watching guys dance if they're hot enough. And black guys just have a great ability to feel music and tempo. It was pretty cool, it's a full-contact club, so girls can get up and grind or touch the dancers. Of course they love it too, ya know? What guy wouldn't want his muscles being felt up?"<</sabrina>> You dwell on that idea, the picture in your mind of a set of women lusting about that one guy, his dark skin and prominent muscles, it's hard to shake. Looking down at yourself, you feel particularly small. Feminine even. Somehow your shoulders feel narrower, you consider your height and how frail it must make you seem. <<sabrina>>"What? You thinking about him too?" She snickers. "That's okay, plenty of white boys I know are gay. There is nothing wrong with that."<</sabrina>> Stammering out a quick no, and a reminder that you have a girlfriend, doesn't convince her at all. [[Continue.|queen7a]]

Sabrina leads you upstairs, and not taking your preference into account, tosses you a foreign beer. More of the Japanese stuff she likes. She doesn't turn her apartment's lights on, leaving it in a seductive and cozy gloom. The only light comes from the bluish glow of her large television. <<sabrina>>"You mind if I go and change, dude? Why don't you pick something out to watch?" Sabrina gives you a smile, taking her cracked open beer with her.<</sabrina>> For a moment you ponder not what to watch, but the reality of her needing to drink while she changes. Something about that habit, and a bit of the masculinity and carelessness that comes with it, makes you feel fuzzy. Sabrina's casual nature brings a smile to your lips. And to think, she was so rude when you first met! What had changed that? Knowing you had a girlfriend. Or, more likely, seeing you already knew your place. She probably has had to brush off so many annoying whitebois trying to hit. You surprise yourself with that thought, conscious of the condensation on your beer and the fact you haven't moved. Having seen her operate her TV. Putting your butt into a seat, you grasp the remote. While flipping through the numerous streaming services she was a member of, something catches your eye. How had you never seen that before? It was her PC, sitting there tucked below the TV as part of the media center. It has only the faint light of the power button, but tracing the dark snakes creeping toward you, you find a mouse on the end table where she usually sits. Sure enough, when you use the remote to adjust the video settings it isn't a sleek and corporate selection of streaming sites. It's Sabrina's desktop. [[Continue.|queen7b]]

Her desktop background isn't what you expected. Then again, you aren't sure what would have made you most comfortable. It's an incredibly scantily clad but attractive woman in the driver's seat of an expensive car. Her right shoulder is tattooed with a very stylized ace of spades. Much of the internals of the spade, where it would normally be completely blacked, or rather, filled in with black ink, is used as the negative space for a filigree design. [img[setup.img + 'sabrinawallpaper.png']] More astonishingly is the tattoo on her lower back, you've seen it before in videos plenty of times. On white girl's ankles, chest, or back like this woman. A queen of spades tattoo. A signal to black men and whitebois that she has felt the pleasure of actual sex, and that she likely doesn't waste her time with teeny-weeny pale worms. Among the other messy and scattered files and folders, three stand out to you on her desktop. The contents are pretty obvious, but as you look to your left, toward the kitchen the void of dark that led to the rest of Sabrina's place, you realize she'd see the TV before you saw her. You'd have to rely on your ears to not get caught, and even then the risk would be enormous. [[Camera roll backup.|queen7c]] [[Media stuff.|queen7c2]]

You take the delve, double-clicking on the folder that contains her phone's photos. A fair few of them are meals, birds, pretty trees and normal stuff. Mixed in however, easy to detect with the pixelation on the thumbnails your lenses provide, are nudes of Sabrina. Your mouth goes dry as you see shots of her, hanging off the shoulder of a tall black man in his bathroom. Others of her spreading her legs and showing her pussy off to a mirror, feet only just visible. The unremarkable ▶ on thumbnails becomes a temptuous arrow when laid over videos of her with a dildo in her snatch, on her lips, and what you can guess is a video of her twerking. [[Try to open some.|queen7c4]] [[Go back, be smart.|queen7b]]

You leave Sabrina's private items inviolate, resolving to peruse her large collection of WEBRip.x265-ION265[eztv.re].x.1080p.x.hires movies, TV and anime. There are dozens, upon dozens, of torrents. You wonder if Sabrina is a seeder, or just a leech. Either way, there is so much at your fingertips you have no idea what to pick. <<sabrina>>"Ha! Found the archive, huh?" Sabrina returns, while you haven't done much more than look through folder names.<</sabrina>> She's dressed down as usual, in loose comfort clothes. Except, instead of long sweatpants, she's in high-cut dolphin shorts. So much of her silky, smooth legs are revealed it makes you dizzy. Her alabaster skin catches the glow of the monitor. Your beta nature has your eyes try to get a peek at her feet, but you only see ankle-cut, striped socks. Soft grey zebraed against darker grey, with the toe being a worn and dirty white. Black bars separate the toes, making it look like a cat's paws. When she collapses on the couch next to you, and slings one leg over her knee, you get to see the underside of her nearly threadbare and well-worn socks. A paw imprint! Incredibly cute. She catches you examining her, realizing your eyes are on her socks. <<sabrina>>"Cool, aren't they? Ex got them for me."<</sabrina>> Your cheeks darken with a blush, imagining a brolic and robust man of African lineage. <<sabrina>>"Kinda looked like you, actually. This was back in high school before I knew, you know?" She laughs, like you're in on the joke. "And you don't go back, am I right?"<</sabrina>> She elbows you, and steals the mouse. <<sabrina>>"Alright, ye sufferer of choice paralysis. I'll pick something good for us."<</sabrina>> [[Continue.|queen7d2]]

sabrina's porn

You go for gold, opening a video. The second it takes to load feels like agony, keeping your ear out for Sabrina coming back at any second. It's a video of her, shaking her ass in the lap of a black guy. It seems to be a club, the flash of lights overhead, the boom of muffled music and dark shifty crowds in the distance. It's a blur of pixels, keeping you safe from seeing her bare ass. The video cuts off abruptly as he pours champagne over her pale white cheeks. Sabrina clicks her tongue, a groan and sigh coming from the hall before she does. Dressed down, in loose comfort clothes, her sunken shoulders and disappointed expression hit even harder. The sound she produces, and the face she examines you with, is like a big sister finding her little brother covered in mud. A mixture of anger, letdown, and steeling herself to fix the mess she's caught you in. <<sabrina>>"Couldn't help yourself, huh?" She comes over and takes the mouse from your hand, using her palm as a mousepad.<</sabrina>> She closes the file explorer and flops down on the couch beside you. <<sabrina>>"Honestly, $name, I am really upset to see this. Like, I get whiteboys aren't very sexually active nowadays but that does not give you the right to go through my personal things for jerk-off material."<</sabrina>> Your cheeks fall flush, and you feel a bit ashamed. Not only because you've been caught, but you feel bad for disappointing the girl. <<sabrina>>"What am I supposed to do with you..."<</sabrina>> Not knowing what appropriate penance would be, you simply shake your head. She stands, and tells you to stay put. You do, the seconds passing and feeling like they're going on forever. When she returns, it's with a long, black baton. Wait, not a baton. A dildo. It's a deep ebony sex toy, balls and all. The thickness and hard sound of it smacking her palm confused you, her menacing stance projecting an aura that gives you the willies. But a smile lights up her face, curled and sensual. <<sabrina>>"I think a few plaps should do the trick."<</sabrina>> <<if $chastity is true>> [[Continue.|queen7c5]] <<else>> [[Continue.|queen7c6]] <</if>> <<set $corruption += 2>>

Sabrina clicks on something quick enough that you don't see the title. Past the credits and title cards, you realize quick it's a horror film! A lesser-known classic from a few decades ago. Attractive young men and women out in the woods and ready to be picked off one by one. It's pretty obvious who the heroine is immediately, and she is pretty. However, her bully is stunning. A high and golden ponytail, a fat thick rump and a chest with tits big enough your two hands couldn't cover one of her boobs. This girl, the cheerleader, must not have known what proper pants were. Any shot involving her had half her ass flashing from too-short shorts, Daisy Dukes, or just panties. Sabrina's breathing becomes a little irregular during a shower scene. A common tactic, lure the viewer into a sense of vulnerability by showing the girl undressed. And, distracts the eye with all the candy on display. She parts her leg, slinging one partly over the couch's armrest. You hear a few firm pats and look over to realize she's giving her pussy a few firm smacks over her dolphin shorts. <<sabrina>>"Damn, she's built, don't you think?" She nods at the blonde, bending over deeply and showing her rump off.<</sabrina>> Sabrina huffs, not calling attention to nor acting out of the ordinary. Those few pats to her womanly wonder receive no deep mention. When you take a second to reply, she gives you a little sideways glance. <<sabrina>>"Or would you rather see the other one get blacked?"<</sabrina>> Turning back to the big screen, there is the heroine proper. She's a little mousy, with auburn hair. Most of the time, and now, she's in pleated sweaters and beige trousers. This time, however, sitting outside in the chilly night, the actress doesn't have a bra. Her smallish tits can be seen perking up against the red fabric of her sweater, giving a delicious but concealed mound of her nipples. Sabrina's question sits with you, your brow furrows, and your loins stir. [img[setup.img + 'sabrinacouch.png']] You can't help but think about which you'd really, actually like to see penetrated by a BBC. [[The redhead, nerdy girl.|queen7d4]] [[The blonde, sporty girl.|queen7d3]]

Sabrina's phone buzzes, and the two of you take a pause. You try to snoop, but can see nothing. The tick-tack of her nails to the phone rapidly punching in a reply is almost soothing. For a second, it feels calming and comfortable to be bathed in the glow of her TV and just sharing a couch with such a beautiful girl. You can't stop the reminder that wells up in you though. She's a beautiful girl, and she's your friend. But she's a snowbunny. That means no... <<sabrina>>"Yo, you don't mind if JB comes over real quick right?"<</sabrina>> Sputtering out a reply, your surprise makes your agreement more nervous than you first intend. You don't ask if it's for an entire visit, but the thought does buzz around your head.. Sabrina rises from the couch and walks past you. <<sabrina>>"He left a hoodie here last week, wants it back." She unlocks the door, and opening it some, she shouts outside. "Yo! Next time maybe text me before coming? What if I wasn't home!"<</sabrina>> You can hear JB's reply but muffled, merely the sound of a man calling back to her. His voice sounds chipper. She turns back to you and waves you over. You flutter your eyes and adjust yourself to be a little more visibly collected. Standing behind her makes you feel like a puppy or little brother. In no time at all he's there on her threshold. Sabrina gives him a quick hug and says she'll be right back. [[Act awkward.|queen7e1]] [[Act chill.|queen7e2]]

With Sabrina gone, it's just you and JB. He's tall, and now that you have a closer look at him, handsome. He has an easy grace about his posture and expression. High cheek bones pull up the broad lips of his frequent smile. He smiles often, even now while idle, seemingly dismissing the smile purposefully. As if he's got some humorous running commentary running behind his eyes. You wonder if you're the subject of that internal monologue. He taps his foot to the floor, keeping both his hands in his letterman. His close shorn hair is properly and keenly styled with a curved lineup. For some reason you feel the need to tell him you and Sabrina aren't a 'thing'. <<jb>>He looks down at you with a perplexed, unsure expression. Maybe he's taken your words as a joke at first, but seeing your look he replies, "Yeah. I know."<</jb>> JB looks over to the kitchen, then back at you. <<jb>>"How did you two meet?"<</jb>> You tell him you met at work. He doesn't reply immediately, just perking his eyebrows up a little. As the silence drags on, you clasp your hands together and keep your head lowered. <<if $chastity is true>>For some reason you feel hyper-aware of your chastity cage. And very aware of his cock's certain freedom.<</if>> <<if $camePants is true>>JB looks down at you, and notices with a wince of disgust and suspicion the cum stain on your shirt. You twist to try to subtley hide it, cheeks flush with embarrassment and anger at yourself. JB doesn't say anything, but his expression tells you everything he's feeling.<</if>> Sabrina comes not a moment too soon, returning with JB's hood draped over her forearm. She gives it to him while also slinging herself across his shoulders in a hug. She makes a giddy squee you'd never think she'd ever make. One of her feet kicks up in joy as she pecks his cheek and departs from holding him. All her calm, cool, collected and almost tomboyish traits evaporating. Is this what she's like in the presense of a real man? <<jb>>"Thanks."<</jb>> <<sabrina>>"No problem. I 'accidentally' slept in it a few nights so it's got girl smell."<</sabrina>> <<jb>>"I really shouldn't have expected you to wash it," he says with a jocular glint to his face, peering over your shoulder to the pile of dirty laundry Sabrina has left.<</jb>> <<sabrina>>She lightly slaps his chest with her sleeve, giving him a pursed lipped but playful sneer. "Oh shut up."<</sabrina>> JB turns to leave, giving Sabrina and you a final gesture of departure. Before he closes the door and is gone for the night, Sabrina holds it open and calls after him one last time. <<sabrina>>"Text me!"<</sabrina>> You can't hear his reply. [[Continue.|queen7f-]]

With Sabrina gone, it's just you and JB. He's tall, and now that you have a closer look at him, handsome. He has an easy grace about his posture and expression. High cheek bones pull up the broad lips of his frequent smile. He smiles often, even now while idle, seemingly dismissing the smile purposefully. As if he's got some humorous running commentary running behind his eyes. You wonder if you're the subject of that internal monologue. He taps his foot to the floor, keeping both his hands in his letterman. His close shorn hair is properly and keenly styled with a curved lineup. You clear your throat, and try to make a bit of small talk. You ask him what he does for a living. <<jb>>"I do hardscaping with my brother. He's got a few years on me, been working his own business since I was still in high school."<</jb>> That's a lot of hardwork, but good money, and keeps the form fit. His engagement when you speak, both with his eyes and body language, make you feel a lot less awkward than speaking with a stranger would otherwise me. <<jb>>"Exactly," he is ready with a kind and comforting smile. "I like working with my hands and I've got more cash than I know what to do with."<</jb>> Having money like that must be nice, and you can see the fruits of his labors on him. The clothes he wears are designer and expensive, and the glint of a chain is half hidden by his jacket. <<jb>>"So you watch movies with Sabrina right?"<</jb>> You nod, blinking a few times and explaining how you and Sabrina met. <<jb>>"Oh yeah, we met at work too. She drove me home a few times when my car broke down." He sucks his teeth, seemingly delighting in an erotic memory based on his expression.<</jb>> <<if $camePants is true>>JB looks down at you, and notices with a wince of suspicion the cum stain on your shirt. You twist to try to subtley hide it, cheeks flush with embarrassment and anger at yourself. JB allows himself a little laugh, and in that pause you explain you spilled some beer. You're not sure if he buys it, but he nods and doesn't press it further.<</if>> Sabrina comes not a moment too soon, returning with JB's hood draped over her forearm. She gives it to him while also slinging herself across his shoulders in a hug. She makes a giddy squee you'd never think she'd ever make. One of her feet kicks up in joy as she pecks his cheek and departs from holding him. All her calm, cool, collected and almost tomboyish traits evaporating. Is this what she's like in the presense of a real man? <<jb>>"Thanks."<</jb>> <<sabrina>>"No problem. I 'accidentally' slept in it a few nights so it's got girl smell."<</sabrina>> <<jb>>"I really shouldn't have expected you to wash it," he says with a jocular glint to his face, peering over your shoulder to the pile of dirty laundry Sabrina has left.<</jb>> <<sabrina>>She lightly slaps his chest with her sleeve, giving him a pursed lipped but playful sneer. "Oh shut up."<</sabrina>> JB turns to leave, giving Sabrina and you a final gesture of departure. Before he closes the door and is gone for the night, Sabrina holds it open and calls after him one last time. <<sabrina>>"Text me!"<</sabrina>> You can't hear his reply. [[Continue|queen7f-]]

<<sabrina>>Sabrina turns to you with a deep sigh of relaxation. "With how busy it is at work, can you really blame me for missing laundry day now and then?"<</sabrina>> You snicker and agree, even though Mom does your laundry often still. As she walks back to the couch, you get a strange thought. [[Offer to do her laundry for her.|queen7f1]] [[Nevermind that, keep watching stuff.|queen7f2]]

<<sabrina>>"What? Really?" Sabrina smiles, and before you can change your mind, she agrees. "Go ahead! The washer and dryer is down the hall!"<</sabrina>> She motions with her thumb over her shoulder into the dark hall that turns left to the bathroom and further right right to Sabrina's bedroom. Built into the wall, just like she said, were the washer and drier. She returns to her place on the couch, sipping from a can of beer and leaving you to it. Hopping to the task, you consider it no different than when you do it at home. Carrying the piles of her dirty clothes, you try to hold back from sniffing at them. Not just her underwear or bras, but her general body scent. There is a brief period where Sabrina can't see you, but you can't find the spirit to abuse her trust and take advantage of this chance. Instead, you wonder if some reward will come from doing this. You put everything in the wash diligently, and set it to a cycle. It takes no time at all, really, but there will need to be other loads done. You go to return to the couch, but Sabrina blocks you, she puts her leg up on the coffee table to lock you out. Her long, slender, pale leg and socked feet seem an impenetrable barrier. <<sabrina>>She sips before she speaks, "You know you're already up. Could you do the dishes for me too?"<</sabrina>> Sabrina's sweet, disarming smile cows you. With a nod, you go to her kitchen. At least here, you can watch the TV and talk with her. However, Sabrina pays you little mind and bluntly shuts down attempts at conversation. She has a ton of dishes, almost as if she were saving up with the anticipation you'd wash them for her. [[Continue.|queen7f3]]

With JB gone, you and Sabrina unwind for a little longer watching some Whotube videos on her TV. It's fun, and relaxing. Feeling tired from the night together, the conversation tires out and eventually she drives you home. The car ride is quiet, but it lets you reflect on things... [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $playerQueen to 8>>

<<sabrina>>"Get your junk out."<</sabrina>> You hesitate. <<sabrina>>"C'mon, it's not so bad. It's good for you!" Sabrina smirks. "Or is that you're embarrassed?"<</sabrina>> Red color fills your cheeks and you avert your eyes. From your peripherals, you can see her approach until she finally splays herself out next to you. One of her arms slings around your shoulder, grasping your bicep and wiggling you a bit. <<sabrina>>"There is nothing in there I wanna see, so don't feel nervous!"<</sabrina>> That statement catches you off-guard, the complete dismissal of the 'masculinity' between your thighs. She pats your thigh a few times with the black dildo, the smacks are soft. You can feel the weight, you can feel it's heavy, but she's putting no force behind each strike. Your thumbs tuck into your waistband, forgetting the button for a moment, and trying to wiggle out of your trousers and underwear. Sabrina reaches over, and with her nails, pops free the button in the middle and tugs down the zipper. <<sabrina>>"There. Easier?"<</sabrina>> It was, and in a second you're flashing Sabrina your $underwear and chastity cage. <<sabrina>>"Hey! That's an awesome first step. I'm glad you're locked. Can you hold the cage part up for me? I don't want to touch your cage."<</sabrina>> You obey, waiting for the hammer to drop. With your cage being pulled aside, hardly the most comfortable, your balls are free and more importantly defenseless. The first blow came, the head of the dildo reporting a meaty slap against your testicles. You cringe, whimpering. The blow to your precious jewels comes with a dull and radiant pain. However, undeniably, there is pleasure. <<sabrina>>"Good job, took that like a champ. This is healthy for whiteboys."<</sabrina>> Sabrina's words take your attention from your groin to her eyes, and while she has you looking right at her, she delivers five quick and firm plaps to your balls. The fleshy and sonorous whapping makes you flinch with each strike, your hips squirming as you try to evade the pain. Sabrina shows you no quarter and lands her hit proper every single time. It's so heavy, feels so painful. But peaking through that pain, when the initial blow fades, a blurry sort of pleasure that blends with the dull ache of your eggs. Just as you try to gather your thoughts, she hits you five more times. Then again! Then again! You whimper and beg for a break. <<sabrina>>She clasps your hand, clutching it with her free hand and interlocking the fingers. "I know, I know. It feels good though, doesn't it?"<</sabrina>> <<if $playerStamina < 25>> It does. It absolutely and certainly does. As she strikes further, holding your hand close and pressing her breasts to your arm, the pain becomes the secondary sensation and a need to orgasm begins rising. Perhaps detecting it, she continues to slap your boy-ovaries harder and harder, no matter how you wriggle or moan. Finally, suddenly, the pangs of pleasure result in a few dense shots of semen squirting into your cage. Forceful and urge spurts of nut, as if trying to escape the punishment of Sabrina's dildo, come alongside a pleasure more subtle than a normal orgasm. The feeling is dense relief, lacking the disappointment of a ruined ejaculation but not quite the furious force of a full one. <<sabrina>>"Hm, guess they got scared and tried to jump ship! Ha." Sabrina wiggles the dildo at you. "White clits get scared of these things all the time. <</sabrina>> You notice with disappointment that you've jizzed all over your shirt and pants. <<sabrina>>"Think you learned your lesson?"<</sabrina>> [[Continue.|queen7e]] <<set $camePants to true>> <<else>> It does. It absolutely and certainly does. As she strikes further, holding your hand close and pressing her breasts to your arm, the pain becomes the secondary sensation and a need to orgasm begins rising. Perhaps detecting it, she continues to slap your boy-ovaries harder and harder, no matter how you wriggle or moan. The feeling though, it begins to fade, elude you. As your breathing settles and that edge disappears, Sabrina stops with a sigh. <<sabrina>>"Think you learned your lesson?"<</sabrina>> [[Continue.|queen7e]] <</if>> <<set $corruption += 2>>

<<sabrina>>"Get your junk out."<</sabrina>> You hesitate. <<sabrina>>"C'mon, it's not so bad. It's good for you!" Sabrina smirks. "Or is that you're embarrassed?"<</sabrina>> Red color fills your cheeks and you avert your eyes. From your peripherals, you can see her approach until she finally splays herself out next to you. One of her arms slings around your shoulder, grasping your bicep and wiggling you a bit. <<sabrina>>"There is nothing in there I wanna see, so don't feel nervous!"<</sabrina>> That statement catches you off-guard, the complete dismissal of the 'masculinity' between your thighs. She pats your thigh a few times with the black dildo, the smacks are soft. You can feel the weight, you can feel it's heavy, but she's putting no force behind each strike. Your thumbs tuck into your waistband, forgetting the button for a moment, and trying to wiggle out of your trousers and underwear. Sabrina reaches over, and with her nails, pops free the button in the middle and tugs down the zipper. <<sabrina>>"There. Easier?"<</sabrina>> It was, and in a second you're flashing Sabrina your $underwear and prick. <<sabrina>>"Hey! That's an awesome first step. I'm glad you're locked. Can you hold the stem part up for me? I don't want to touch your worm."<</sabrina>> You obey, waiting for the hammer to drop. With your cock being protected by your hand, it offers a little comfort. However that just meant, your balls are free and more importantly defenseless. The first blow came, the head of the dildo reporting a meaty slap against your testicles. You cringe, whimpering. The blow to your precious jewels comes with a dull and radiant pain. However, undeniably, there is pleasure. <<sabrina>>"Good job, took that like a champ. This is healthy for whiteboys."<</sabrina>> Sabrina's words take your attention from your groin to her eyes, and while she has you looking right at her, she delivers five quick and firm plaps to your balls. The fleshy and sonorous whapping makes you flinch with each strike, your hips squirming as you try to evade the pain. Sabrina shows you no quarter and lands her hit proper every single time. It's so heavy, feels so painful. But peaking through that pain, when the initial blow fades, a blurry sort of pleasure that blends with the dull ache of your eggs. Just as you try to gather your thoughts, she hits you five more times. Then again! Then again! You whimper and beg for a break. <<sabrina>>She clasps your hand, clutching it with her free hand and interlocking the fingers. "I know, I know. It feels good though, doesn't it?"<</sabrina>> <<if $playerStamina < 35>> It does. It absolutely and certainly does. As she strikes further, holding your hand close and pressing her breasts to your arm, the pain becomes the secondary sensation and a need to orgasm begins rising. Perhaps detecting it, she continues to slap your boy-ovaries harder and harder, no matter how you wriggle or moan. Finally, suddenly, the pangs of pleasure result in a few dense shots of semen squirting against your arm and thigh. Forceful and urgent spurts of nut, as if trying to escape the punishment of Sabrina's dildo, come alongside a pleasure more subtle than a normal orgasm. The feeling is dense relief, lacking the disappointment of a ruined ejaculation but not quite the furious force of a full one. <<sabrina>>"Hm, guess they got scared and tried to jump ship! Ha." Sabrina wiggles the dildo at you. "White clits get scared of these things all the time.<</sabrina>> You notice with disappointment that you've jizzed all over your shirt and pants. <<sabrina>>"Think you learned your lesson?"<</sabrina>> [[Continue.|queen7e]] <<set $camePants to true>> <<else>> It does. It absolutely and certainly does. As she strikes further, holding your hand close and pressing her breasts to your arm, the pain becomes the secondary sensation and a need to orgasm begins rising. Perhaps detecting it, she continues to slap your boy-ovaries harder and harder, no matter how you wriggle or moan. The feeling though, it begins to fade, elude you. As your breathing settles and that edge disappears, Sabrina stops with a sigh. <<sabrina>>"Think you learned your lesson?"<</sabrina>> [[Continue.|queen7e]] <</if>> <<set $corruption += 2>>

<<sabrina>>"That's a classic, undeniable. Blacks and blondes are like peanut butter and jelly. Seeing that golden ponytail get grabbed and yanked. Goddamn."<</sabrina>> She's right, you know she's right. You imagine it, thinking on the bully arching her back and taking it hard from a BBC. <<sabrina>>"You know she eats ass too. They always do." Her voice lulls to a whisper, and she gives her snatch a few more firm pats.<</sabrina>> Silence falls over the both of you, the movie calling all your attention. That notion swims around in your head, the arousal soaking into your senses and building up and up, with no hope of relief. When the bully is in her bathing suit, dripping wet, you whisper about her being 'made for it'. Sabrina doesn't reply but you see her smirk out of the corner of your eyes. [[Continue.|queen7e]] <<set $corruption += 2>>

<<sabrina>>"Very respectable. $name, do you know how rare redheads are nowadays?" Something in her words sinks into your cranium like an frozen pick.<</sabrina>> Your thighs squeeze around your balls and <<if $chastity is true>>cage<<else>>dicky<</if>>, why is that idea making you twitch? <<sabrina>>"Yep. Probably the first thing that's going to be bred out." Her voice lulls to a whisper, and she gives her snatch a few more firm pats.<</sabrina>> Silence falls over the both of you, the movie calling all your attention. That notion swims around in your head, the arousal soaking into your senses and building up and up, with no hope of relief. When the heroine is in her bathing suit, dripping wet, you whisper about her being 'made for it'. Sabrina doesn't reply but you see her smirk out of the corner of your eyes. [[Continue.|queen7e]] <<set $corruption += 2>>

Sabrina waves you over, flicking a burnt down cigarette butt to the ground. <<sabrina>>"You trying to hang out, $name?"<</sabrina>> Of course! No sooner are you in Sabrina's car than she is slapping her hand on the steering wheel and cursing herself. <<sabrina>>"Goddamnit. I forgot to pick up groceries earlier. Do you mind if we make a little detour?"<</sabrina>> Not at all! Even better, a chance to spend some time together in a new locale. Even if it is just a grocery store, there is a bit of fun to be had fussing about on domestic tasks with friends. <<sabrina>>"I promise it's not much."<</sabrina>> You tell her it's no problem at all. Instinctively you double check your wallet for extra cash, in case she might need it. Sabrina pulls into an 'open late' store. With the sky dark and the day done, it's empty save for a few restocking employees. Sabrina buys a lot of curious things, having not often shopped for yourself and leaving it to Mom, you haven't before seen someone else gather up food supplies. <<sabrina>>"Ohoho, yes. I know what snack I'm getting," she murmurs, passing by the peanut butter to the hazelnut spread. "Ever have a fluffernutter sandwich?"<</sabrina>> You shake your head no, asking what the hell that means. <<sabrina>>"Well, I think it's supposed to have peanut butter but fuck that. So I get hazelnut, the stuff with a little chocolate. Then, I get this!"<</sabrina>> She grasps and waggles at you a small tub of whipped marshmallow spread. You haven't seen that before! The mix of those two sounds incredibly sugary. <<sabrina>>"Sure is. Nice dark chocolatey and nutty flavor mixing with real sweet white cream. A match made in heaven, don't you think?"<</sabrina>> She gives you a sly smirk before adding the things to her cart and wheeling off. <<sabrina>>"I'll make us some when we get to the apartment." She adds a little more over your shoulder, "It's not going to be the only white and black thing you'll see mix tonight either."<</sabrina>> That makes a pleasant chill roll down your spine, and a tingle begins in your loins. [[Continue.|queen8a]]

The very moment you set the last dish in the drying rack, Sabrina pipes up. <<sabrina>>"Oh! You don't mind taking the trash out, right? You know where the dumpster is downstairs. And the recycling? Save the earth, $name."<</sabrina>> You're already there in the kitchen, with the trash. What's one more thing? Besides, it's good to help your friends! You gather the items up, holding onto that idea of helping Sabrina getting you closer to her. Do this, and she might have a greater appreciation for you as a friend. Even if her tastes in men are restrictive. The trash is heavy, but it's no more than an annoyance to carry the several bags up and down the stairs and to the dump. You return to the sound of the washer chirping. Sabrina side-eyes you, but she doesn't need to say anything to get you moving. After all you offered. You swap the wet clothes to the dryer, and a new load into the washer. When you return to the couch, Sabrina is laying across it with the can of beer on her partly exposed tummy. The belly button and slight curve of her sides give your heart a reason to beat faster. She looks over at you and smiles. <<sabrina>>"Aw do you mind sitting on the floor for a bit? Kind of feeling tired so I want to lay down."<</sabrina>> Of course you don't. You get on the floor by the couch, conspiciously right in front of her sock clad feed. The scent of them, soft and hardly detectable, catches your attention and drinking it in sets the pace of your breathing. The rest of your night at Sabrina's involves washing and folding what's left of her laundry. She makes certain to watch over you while you fold her stuff, so there is no chance to be creepy with it. Sabrina thanks you with a rub over the head, as if you are a dog, and drives you home. You feel very tired... [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $playerQueen to 8>> <<set $corruption += 2>>

Sabrina rolls her cartful of goods to the self-check out. You help her ring up each item, but there is a problem. When it comes time to pay, Sabrina doesn't have the whole amount. <<sabrina>>"Damn, $name. Could you spot me $20?"<</sabrina>> <<if $playerMoney >= 19>> [[Pay for her.|queen8b]] <<else>>\ Pay for her. You can't afford this. <</if>> [[You don't.|queen8c]]

<<sabrina>>"Thanks, whiteboy!" Sabrina's chipper voice makes your title land a little bit softer.<</sabrina>> You hand her a twenty, and pack all the groceries for her too. She doesn't ask, but you notice her slow and stop when it comes to bagging things, and it just feels natural to do it for her. [[Continue.|queen8d]] <<set $playerMoney -= 20>>

Sabrina gives you a disappointed face. <<sabrina>>"I think I know a fix."<</sabrina>> She takes out her phone and rapidly taps a text out. After just a few seconds, with the loitering attendant giving you a raised eyebrow, she gets a reply. Without explaining, Sabrina takes one of her shoes off, sliding the sneaker from her foot and revealing a white sock dyed black by the grit of use and sweat. She splays her toes, spreading the fabric of the ankle sock thin across her toes enough to see she has black painted nails. Your body and you react in the same way as if you'd seen her flash her bra. Part of you wants to look away to preserve her modesty, beta male as that is a notion. The controlling part of you can't, because seeing the sole of her sock has you pumping precum into your underwear. She aims her phone and snaps a picture, sliding her shoe back on just as fast. <<sabrina>>"There you go. Got the extra cash."<</sabrina>> Sabrina pays for her stuff with a satisfied look on her face. You pack all the groceries for her. She doesn't ask you to, but you notice her slow and stop when it comes to bagging things, and it just feels natural to do it for her. When you've carried and put all the items in her car, you finally build up the will to ask what was all that. <<sabrina>>"Hm? Oh. Just texted my ex. Asked him for some cash and sent him a picture of my foot. He sent me 50 over Venmo."<</sabrina>> You subtly hide the erection between your pants. [[Continue.|queen8d]]

Sabrina and you return to an apartment that is becoming more and more familiar. She flicks on the light in the kitchen, and immediately begins instruction on the construction of this fluffernutter sandwich. <<sabrina>>"One slice of white bread. Bam." She whaps it down on the plate. "Now we smear a bunch of hazelnut on it."<</sabrina>> The nutty, sweet smell of the spread reaches you. There is something poignant about watching her spread the deep, chocolatey cream across the slice of bread. <<sabrina>>"One more slice. Boom." She slaps down another piece aside the first. "Marshmellow time."<</sabrina>> She repeats the process, this time with a deep snow-colored and sweet spread of melted marshmallow. When she slaps the two halves together and makes sure they mix, you notice how much of that sweet, white spread has been... darkened. <<sabrina>>"This one is yours. There is some milk in the fridge if you want."<</sabrina>> You thank her, and collect a glass, asking her if she wants one too. Quite merrily, the pair of you make way to the couch, two glasses of cold milk and two plates in hand. A feeling of sedate pleasantness falls over you as Sabrina flicks through short, funny videos on the TV while you snack. Laughing, feeling secure, not needing to showboat or compete or defend yourself. It's a rare and peaceful moment. When you finish the last of your milk, and set your stuff aside, you catch Sabrina staring at you with a strange expression. [img[setup.img + 'sabrinacouch2.png']] <<sabrina>>"Have you been watching much Blacked?"<</sabrina>> [[Not really.|queen8e]] [[A lot.|queen8f]]

<<sabrina>>"Aw, I bet it's because you haven't seen any of the good shit. So, how about it?" She smirks.<</sabrina>> You know what she's asking, your dick knows what she's asking. The nervous glance at the TV lets her know that you know. Yet, still you ask her what she means. <<sabrina>>"Let's watch some. If you don't like it, we can stop. But if it makes you cum... " She looks around her apartment. "You've got to clean my entire apartment top to bottom."<</sabrina>> That's a big, big task. <<sabrina>>"Chicken?"<</sabrina>> Absolutely not! <<sabrina>>"Then you agree?"<</sabrina>> With a bit of a grumble, you do. The punishment isn't so bad, and all you have to do is watch some porn. <<sabrina>>Sabrina chuckles softly, getting ready to pull something up. "This is the whiteboy breaker. I wonder if you've already seen it."<</sabrina>> She navigates the folders on her PC, blitzing past files to get to her stash of pornography. She knows exactly where it is, and when she opens it, the BLACKED logo fades in. She pauses it and turns to you. <<sabrina>>"Last chance to back out."<</sabrina>> <<if $chastity is true>>No way, you've got an ace up your sleeve!<<else>>No way, you're committed.<</if>> [[Continue.|queen8e2]]

<<sabrina>>"I wonder if you've seen this one. Wanna check out my favorite video?" She smirks.<</sabrina>> You know you want to, your dick knows you're going to. The excited glance at the TV lets her know that you want to. Yet, still you ask her what she means. <<sabrina>>"Let's watch some together! Why don't we make a little game of it too? If it makes you cum... " She looks around her apartment. "You've got to clean my entire apartment top to bottom."<</sabrina>> That's a big, big task. <<sabrina>>"Chicken?"<</sabrina>> Absolutely not! <<sabrina>>"Then you agree?"<</sabrina>> With a bit of a grumble, you do. The punishment isn't so bad, and all you have to do is watch some porn. But a bet isn't a bet without a reward! "Oh I'll have something for you, don't worry." She spreads her milky, thick white thighs while keeping deep eye contact with you. You don't need to clarify that reward, whatever the hell it is you want it. <<sabrina>>Sabrina chuckles softly, getting ready to pull something up. "This is the whiteboy breaker. It's going to fuck you up."<</sabrina>> She navigates the folders on her PC, blitzing past files to get to her stash of pornography. She knows exactly where it is, and when she opens it, the BLACKED logo fades in. She pauses it and turns to you. <<sabrina>>"Last chance to back out!"<</sabrina>> <<if $chastity is true>>No way, you've got an ace up your sleeve!<<else>>No way, you're committed.<</if>> [[Continue.|queen8e2a]]

Sabrina falls quiet, and dedicates her entire attention to the TV. You do as well, unable to look away in suspense at what begins unfolding. Three girls, dressed daintily in high end school uniforms, giggle their way down the street. In some ways, their uniforms remind you of the ones the girls at your school wear. You know some of these actresses! You've absolutely seen these porn stars in other scenes, with or without black cocks going into them. All three have a youthful and giddy sort of energy, encompassing the gradient from thin, short and small-breasted, to rubenesque and fertile in shape. The acting, if it could be called that, was poor. However, watching these three bubbly girls walk through a bright and pretty neighbourhood begins to draw you in. There is an anticipation to everyone of their movements, knowing whatever happens it will end with them getting shafted by ebony cocks. They turned from the bright and sunny sidewalk toward a large and modern mansion. Square corners, large windows, and an open floor plan. Sabrina makes a soft sound, there is nothing sexual on screen except the three girls giggling in the kitchen. You realize it's pure anticipation, she's seen this before, and it's ingrained in her memory. It must be a powerful video. Three large, muscular and masculine black men make their appearance from within the house. Whatever thin plot there could have been evaporates as the women and men pair off. Groping, touching, and kissing silences all talking and leaves only pleasured moans and grunts. Dark, large hands make their small alabaster bodies seem frail and all the more womanly. The dichotomy separates them in all things vastly. Not just tone of skin, but size, energy. All three girls melt into the grasp on their men, their masters, and give themselves over to becoming playthings. Meanwhile, gracefully and without any hitch or sign of uncertainty, all three men take whatever they want from these white girls. Watching makes you a little uneasy, at first you think it's because of intimidation. Perhaps seeing those strong black men is drumming up feelings of inferiority. Then again, these feelings are bubbling up as you struggle to self-insert //as// them. That just isn't your position. It isn't your place. <<sabrina>>"Cool, huh?" Sabrina comments.<</sabrina>> She has her hand down her pants when you look over, rubbing within her dolphin shorts. The erotic scent of her arousal is heavy and sedating. Her jaw tights now and then with each rotation of her hand. You can't see any details about it, nothing but the movement of fabric. The rub and rustle of panties and nylon. <<if $chastity is true>> [[Continue.|queen8e3]] <<else>> [[Continue.|queen8e6]] <</if>>

Ms. Patterson makes a growling sound you might expect from a predatory jungle cat. She clasps her hands together in a merry show of excitement, adjusting her glasses and clearing her throat to vent some of her joy. <<therapist>>"That's just wonderful to hear, $name! I am so glad you're coming around on how healthy and freeing it can be to accept your proper role as a beta male."<</therapist>> The title makes you quiver, holding on to your thighs more tightly. <<therapist>>"Actually. I have a little treat for you." She turns her attention to her computer. "However, I need something from you."<</therapist>> You ask her what it might be. <<therapist>>Strip down entirely to your underwear. Fold up all your clothing on the couch, and prostrate yourself before me."<</therapist>> Her cold, calculating words cut through you like a winter's wind. [[Comply with her request without question.|therapistcen2]] [[You don't feel comfortable doing that, leave.|Schoolexit]]

<<therapist>>Ms. Patterson slowly shakes her head. "I see you still haven't learned your lesson."<</therapist>> What lesson could there possibly be in having nudity censored? <<therapist>>"The instruction is in being made aware that you do not deserve to see nudity. I can only hope once your implants get reconfigured a competent woman in your life takes charge and makes sure the restrictions are kept. Or worsened."<</therapist>> How much worse can it get? The most precious pieces of a woman are completely blocked out! She doesn't reply for a moment, turning her attention to her desktop instead. She stands and rounds the corner of her desk, and your vision blurs. You hardly notice it, giving your eyes a rub. But when your vision returns... Nothing but her heels are visible. [img[setup.img + 'therapistmega.png']] <<therapist>>"How much worse can it get? Be thankful you can even see my shoes, you ingrate."<</therapist>> You plead with her to turn it back, to not send you away with this as the current setting. She lets you stew for a moment more before turning them off. <<therapist>>"Out of my sight. We will speak next monday."<</therapist>> [[Continue.|Schoolexit]] <<set $corruption += 2>>

Not knowing what the reward will be, you do as she says. Aside from your $underwear you have <<if $chastity is true>>your cage on<<else>>nothing.<</if>> Ms. Patterson does't explicitly watch you the entire time, but stripping near her brings with it a strange sort of defenselessness and arousal. You're completely exposed, a little cold, and at the whims of this older woman. Folding up each article of clothing adds another layer of submissive exposure, having to take the time to not only remove them but make them organized and away from you. By the time you're kneeling beside her desk you feel like a dog about to be sent to the pound.<<if $chastity is true>> You're hard, but the only bulge in your $underwear is from your cage.<<else>> Your hard dickie tents your $underwear.<</if>> When Ms. Patterson comes out from behind her desk she towers over you. Looking past her heels up at her is difficult, and when you do, a high heel comes for your scalp. <<therapist>>"You call that a kneel? Down!" Her shoe connects with your head and forces your forehead to the rug.<</therapist>> You notice immediately the carpet smells like her stockings. She grinds her shoe tip against your head a bit. <<therapist>>"Good boy."<</therapist>> Your vision, focused on the carpet, blurs. A few blinks of your eye help things get back to normal, and you don't give it a second thought until Ms. Patterson tells you to look up at her. She releases your head from being pinned by her heel, and you raise your neck... Nothing but her heels are visible. [img[setup.img + 'therapistmega.png']] <<therapist>>"Pray your future wife, or your Mommy, is more lenient. Else you'll be getting very familiar with all the most expensive brands of women's shoes."<</therapist>> She snickers, letting her shoe slip from her heel to reveal the gently rounded sole and stockings. <<therapist>>"Or perhaps you're a true devotee. And this is all you'd ever want or need? Time will tell."<</therapist>> <<if $chastity is true>>She sticks her heel tip against your cage and pushes down on your prison. <<therapist>>"You're locked, so dress and get out of here."<</therapist>><<else>>She sticks her heel tip against your prick and pushes down on your hard-on. It stings. <<therapist>>"You're stiff. Go have some handsex in the boy's stall, you're not doing it here."<</therapist>><</if>> You dress, and eagerly comply with her demand... [[Continue.|Schoolexit]]

You push your hips out as much as possible, shoving your pecker through the porthole cutout. Immediately there is a loud, honking cackle. It's a voice you know. <<gyaru>>"Holy fuck," It's $bullygf! "Wow. I've seen one that small before. Wonder where he is now."<</gyaru>> <<if $blackmail is true>><<generic>>"Hey is that $name?"<</generic>> There is a murmur. <<generic>>"Oh my god, that's the one from the video!"<</generic>> There is a flurry of whispered sounds. The video! The blackmail Ms. Patterson released. You feel your pricklet twitch as the laughs ring against your ears. A fitful spurting of pre leaks from your dick tip, and you are certain you hear an 'eww!'.<</if>> <<nurse>>"Quiet! Quiet down! No murmuring or whispering, thank you very much."<</nurse>> <<nurse>>You see the nurse approach your box, and produce a condom. "This is a condom, also known as a sexual barrier device or a prophylactic."<</nurse>> She splits open the wrapper and removes the rubber inside. <<nurse>>"I will be applying this early because this is an 'at-risk' penis. I don't want to clean up any spills if he has an accident."<</nurse>> There is a ripple of giggles. You see her lean toward your presented dick and clench your hands together tightly. You cannot spurt. You need to hold it in. You can't cum. [img[setup.img + 'sexed.png']] With all the desperation and struggle of summiting Mount Doom, you hold your load in your balls as the nurse rolls the tight condom down your prick. Immediately you feel a strange, cool tingling. Not quite an icy feeling exactly, but a numbing sort of tingle. <<nurse>>"Alright. This is an unhealthy penis!" The tap of the nurse's palm on the box makes you flinch. "You can tell an unhealthy penis from a healthy one at a mere glance. Size does equate to virility and sexual health. Usually, sexual maladaptations will cluster. A male with a stunted penis may also experience premature ejaculation."<</nurse>> //Throb... throb...// <<nurse>>"Phimosis."<</nurse>> //Throb...// <<nurse>>"Erectile dysfunction."<</nurse>> As if trying to counter her statement you force a twitch under your own power, urging your dickie to get as hard as possible. But after its immediate show of "strength", it withers slightly. <<nurse>>"And finally, low sperm cell count. It is highly recommended by myself and the local health board that you do not have sexual congress with unhealthy penises like this one."<</nurse>> If you could blush anymore you'd be aflame. You stare out onto the two dozen smug, amused faces of girls your age. Every single one of them feeling empowered and thrilled by the nurse's words. [[Continue.|nursesexed2]]

<<nurse>>"If, for some reason, you find yourself in a romantic encounter with a boy who is endowed improperly, you might feel inclined to give them some pity. Please, do not do this. Instead, consider sexual alternatives in the form of safe outercourse. Some examples are, a handjob."<</nurse>> You peep the corner of your viewport, watching the nurse mime a handjob, her breasts tightly bound in her frock still bouncing with the force of her motion. Out of sheer instinct you squirt some pre-cum into the tight rubber clutching your prick. Despite feeling aroused, the direct and certain pleasure of your shaft is numbed. <<nurse>>"Or, you could consider a footjob. Even though it isn't penetrative sex, it is imperative you use a condom or contraceptive while engaging in these acts with an unhealthy penis. This is to reduce the risk of skin-to-semen contact for you. I have in the fish bowl on the desk a collection of extra small and small-sized condoms with heavy spermicide and numbing agents mixed in."<</nurse>> The girls murmur and nod, some becoming bored with the so-called 'unhealthy' woody twitching at them. <<nurse>>"Finally, you or your partner should remove the filled condom and dispose of it somewhere safe like a toilet or garbage can."<</nurse>> <<generic>>"Boring! No one is going to fuck that."<</generic>> Your prick recoils and feels like it shrinks from those stinging words. The nurse chuckles but immediately catches herself, grunting to conceal the laugh. <<nurse>>"Language!" The nurse chides the student who barked out the insult. "Another outburst and you'll be seeing me for detention, understood?"<</nurse>> [[Continue.|nursesexed3]]

She walks away from your box, and toward its twin to your left. She gives a double knock to the side of it. Tap. Tap. You can't see it, but you hear a cock slide through the cloth on the porthole and immediately a wave of pleased, excited coos run through the girls in the classroom. The faces of the girls range from surprise and shock to lusty stares. One girl bites her finger, another begins slapping her friend's bicep and curling up close, so overcome with excited wonderment. <<nurse>>"Focus! Focus, girls! This is a healthy penis." The nurse continues. "It is an unhealthy penis's exact opposite. Virile, strong, thick, able to reach pleasurable points of your vagina. Such as the g-spot and cervix, with ease."<</nurse>> You strain to look at who you're up against, the length of it, but you can't. She is blocking it with her body. <<nurse>>"While it is okay to use a condom with a healthy penis, if you or your partner decide to, please keep my words in mind! If the condom feels uncomfortable, be sure to remove it and continue with normal, raw sex! It can be dangerous and painful if the condom were to snap or break. So, instead of taking that risk, it's easier to just remove it."<</nurse>> <<nurse>>"Besides! Imagine all the healthy sperm that would be wasted." The nurse chuckles, seemingly hefting the cock in her hands. You can't see it perfectly but it seems like she's grasping and stroking him! <</nurse>> The nurse rounded to the booth's other side, producing a stopwatch you're familiar with. <<nurse>>"I am going to get this timer going here, and perform a handjob on this healthy penis."<</nurse>> She pulls on her surgical gloves, and lubricates them to a shine. With an electronic click the timer begins and so does her stroking. Bareback, as in, without a condom, she pulls on his long and hard cock from head to base. Eloquent and loving strokes. You want to pull away from your hole, to hide away from all this, but you stay close and try to keep watching. You can feel your own warm breath reflecting back at you as you huff, watching and listening to this erotic display. Worse yet, the many girls in the class are clearly aroused and impressed by the dick's performance. He coats the floor and first row of desks, left empty as a splash zone perhaps, with thick dollops of precum. You've blown full, several-day saved, loads smaller than those pre-spurts. With your balls quaking in fear, you're drawn back to reality when the nurse stops the timer and sighs. <<nurse>>"I could go on, but as you can see, he survived 5 whole minutes! And I bet he could have gone longer."<</nurse>> Five minutes? Had five minutes really passed by so quickly? There was no way... <<nurse>>"A healthy penis requires more stimulation in order to orgasm. Penetrative sex, like vaginal, anal, or oral is preferred. A handjob might be useful to get him started, but he will quickly bore of this."<</nurse>> [[Continue.|nursesexed4]]

The nurse walks over to you. Her flats sound like the boot-steps of a headsman, come to collect your life. Instead of lopping off your head, the nurse was about to execute your masculinity in front of an entire classroom. Five minutes. You can't do it. You can't even remember the last time you lasted five minutes. Let alone two! <<nurse>>"Just so you can see the difference! Let's restart the timer and see how an unhealthy little willy does."<</nurse>> Some chuckles accompany the beep of the stopwatch. You shut your eyes and clench your fists, devoting all your bodily energy to holding on. The nurse pinches your dicklet with two fingers and begins vigorously stroking. Immediately it feels as though a rock has been dropped in your stomach, your monastic temperament obliterated upon first gasp of pleasured sensation. Even with the numbing cream soaked into your shaft, even with the condom and gloves reducing the pleasure and contact, it's too much. Your toes curl, your thighs tremble and wobble. Your balls seize and demand you orgasm. Damn things! You aren't breeding! This isn't sex! This is— If you experienced an edge it was so razor-thin that it collided with the pleasure of an orgasm immediately. With a final sharp inhale you begin filling the small condom dangling from your cockhead. You wiggle your thighs needily, trying to make the most of the waves of brief pleasure rolling over you. A loud cacophony of genuine, shocked laughter cuts through you like a storm of swords. <<nurse>>"See? Total time, sixty-three seconds. That's a minute-man, or perhaps a minute-boy is more appropriate. Any questions?"<</nurse>> The nurse pats your box, giving you the signal to withdraw yourself from the porthole and retreat to the privacy of waiting in the box. <<generic>>"Can we touch the healthy one? To uh, see how it feels?"<</generic>> <<nurse>>The nurse chuckles. "Throb if you consent, anonymous-helper."<</nurse>> A chorus of laughter tells you he must have throbbed. Your ear prickles with heat. Laughter, but not sharp and mocking, the low and subtle giggles of women aroused. Nothing like the auditory daggers they were spearing you with earlier... the final few minutes of the class listening to them 'ooh' or 'aah' while molesting a "healthy penis" is pure torment. Only when the classroom empties, including the other assistant, do you exit. The nurse stops you in the hall before you get to far, thanking you with a kiss on the cheek and a lollipop. Sticky with lube, numbing cream, and semen, you feel drained the rest of the day. [[Continue.|Schoolexit]]

<<nurse>>"Great. Come with me! We have a little prep to do."<</nurse>> The nurse takes your hand and leads you to an empty class room not too far from her office. It's already been decorated with plenty of clinical, unerotic drawings of the human form. It goes without saying that these are not safe from your implant's censorship. Even ugly textbook vaginal diagrams aren't free from being hidden by a bar. The classroom's desks and floor are like that of the science labs. Bright white tiles flecked with black, and large broad tables with heavy black tops big enough to sit two students each very comfortably. Rendering the chalkboard at the head of the class useless was two large boxes. Almost like photobooths. On the outside, a very simple illustration of the male anatomy, with a hole conspicously on the groin for the placement of the real deal. Your dick. The nurse makes no mention of the other box and you assume it is just an extra. <<nurse>>"Now, all you'll need to do, is enter the box and be yourself! It is okay to have an erection and produce an orgasm, if such a thing happens."<</nurse>> Your skin falls flush and you fumble to explain you'd never just cum like that. <<nurse>>She nods, pursing her lips together in a frail smile that betrays her lack of belief. "Right. Please, go ahead. It would be best to disrobe too, to be comfortable."<</nurse>> You hesitate, but with a moment's more urging, finally enter the box. Along the back a thin, white curtain is strung. Not unlike those around the beds in her office! Inside, the box has a modicum of padding on all sides, including the flooring. It is set above the ground less than a foot, on wheels that are currently locked, immobile. Instead of undressing entirely, you reveal just what you suspect she needs - your 'penis' as she refers to it so often. And as you move to press your junk forward, you realize there is a one-sided screen allowing you sight of the classroom. Not unlike a Halloween mask, the view of the room is criss-crossed and obscured by the material hiding you. There is some shuffling and muted talking to your left, and you think the girls have arrived. However, it is absolutely a male's voice. You think it's someone you know, at least someone you share a class with. Your blood turns to ice as you realize that is whoever will be stepping into the second display box! The bell rings, and now there is no escaping it... any second the classroom would be packed with your schoolmates. [[Continue.|nursesexed]]

<<nurse>>"Oh, $name! Would you mind helping me with a sex ed class I am hosting today? I can get you a pass for the rest of the school day."<</nurse>> You rub your arm, unsure what it entails. <<nurse>>"It won't take the whole day, just an hour. I've been approved to hold an advanced sexual education course for some of our older students. Almost all seniors like you! Those girls are going to be graduating and they need to know all about boy's anatomy."<</nurse>> She claps her hands together with a bit of whimsical joy. You ask her to clarify something, because it sounds like it'll be an all-girls class. <<nurse>>"Oh it will be! Don't sweat it, $name. You will be entirely anonymized."<</nurse>> So what exactly will you be doing? <<nurse>>"I just need you to put your penis through a slot on a box, it will allow me to demonstrate how a healthy penis looks and performs. And I thought you would be the perfect candidate for a live example!"<</nurse>> Your penis? A good example? You think about it a moment. If the nurse is giving it to you straight, this is a chance to perhaps influence some girls to appreciate the sort of 'healthy' your dick is! [[Accept her offer.|nursesexedprep]] [[Decline.|Schoolexit]]

<<gyaru>>"Want to help me with something, loser?" $bullygf leans closer to you, resting her elbow on a wall and making sure your eyes are seeing her blurry cleavage. She knows that will make your answer 'yes'.<</gyaru>> Of course it is, she's got you tied around her finger like a memory-string. <<gyaru>>"Good. Do you know the student council president?"<</gyaru>> Very vaguely, but you're not even sure of her name. <<gyaru>>"Rin Fujiwara. She's an exchange student too."<</gyaru>> The way $bullygf's eyes narrow and her words hiss from her tongue make you certain these two have some sort of beef, but you've got no clue how they could have brushed shoulders. They don't seem to spin in the same circles. <<gyaru>>"Anyway that stuck-up bitch thinks she's better than me because she has good grades, a bigger house, and doesn't smoke. I want you to help me prove her wrong."<</gyaru>> [[What's her problem with Rin exactly?|gyaruspecialoperation2]] [[How are you going to accomplish this humbling?|gyaruspecialoperation3]]

Your erection strains against your cage, and you begin to rub along your leg. <<sabrina>>"You can touch yourself if you want, don't be afraid."<</sabrina>> You mumble something, unsure if you want to reveal it. She rolls her eyes and reaches over, the warmth of her cyprine smearing across your tummy and down your pants and $underwear as she fondles for your pricklet. The very second she touches metal she laughs and yanks her hand out. Her laugh isn't edged like a knife, it's warm and knowing! <<sabrina>>"My gosh, I bet this is torture, look!"<</sabrina>> You turn to the large screen, basking in the glow of a massive BBC being draped across a blonde, young schoolgirl's face. Beside her, both of her friends are doing the same. Seeing this submission in triplicate, it lays it in deep. Makes it more real, makes it sensational. And it's normal enough for three girls to share it. A sound escapes your lips and you feel your hips raise eagerly, seeking sensation and squirting pre into your underwear. Your body replies to the visual stimulus of actual, alpha sexual experience with a supplicating and desperate gesture. <<sabrina>>"Want me to show you how to cum, even with that cage?" Sabrina's words are humiliating, but she says them with the serene arousal of offering to take your first time.<</sabrina>> <<if $corruption > 50>>\ Refuse. You don't have the willpower to refuse. <<else>>\ [[Refuse.|queen8e5]] <</if>>\ [[Please.|queen8e4]]

Sabrina fetches a large, nearby dildo. Naturally, it's black. It's a deep ebony color, not a natural skin tone. <<sabrina>>"Smack your own balls, at an even pace. Plap-plap-plap. It's the best sex a whiteboy can have. Trust."<</sabrina>> She slides her touch up your wrist, and presents the toy to you. Trusting, you take it from her. <<sabrina>>"Do it. Maybe I'll show you something nice."<</sabrina>> You tug down your pants, your $underwear, you get comfortable. Sabrina acting natural, and rubbing herself just as if she were alone sets you at ease. The dildo in your hand is heavy, intimidating. It dwarfs your locked little clitty. The video has a triple blowjob from a delicious angle, and without even realizing it your wrist whips down at your balls. //Plap-whap-plap-whap.// Shocks of pleasure-pain jolt from your groin up your midsection. The physical anguish of punishing your white reproductive organs is quelled by the majesty of taking such penalty and the visuals of battering your beta balls with a thick black dildo. Pre squirts out of your cage across your balls and the toy. You lose yourself in a trance, whapping against your own groin as you watch a real, serious breeding occur on Sabrina's TV. You're masturbating just like her, just like a white girl. This is whiteboy sex, and you're having it while watching three white pussies be plundered by virile black cock. Their firm dicks disappear into black boxes, fitting that the pleasure is denied to you. The sight of it, and the feel of it. You'll never fuck that deep. //Plap-plap-plap.// <<sabrina>>"Oh fuck."<</sabrina>> Sabrina starts thrusting her hips up at the TV, biting her lip. You strike yourself harder, with greater pain comes deeper pleasure. How much of it is psychological submission and how much physical sensation is unsure to you. <<sabrina>>"Ghhh! Fuuuuh, fuck. Oh god. Y-hh-yes! Black lives matter!"<</sabrina>> You miss it, but you hear it. Your eyes are too focused on the breeding before you to look to your left. The squirting of Sabrina's fluids against her shorts and panties and past the fabric. You squirt too, like a bitch in heat you spray your semen from your cage against the dildo busting your balls. Moans from your lips join hers as you see the pretty blonde be folded like a pretzel and bred in missionary. A rippling, soft, mellow feeling of pleasure rolls from your toe tips to scalp, fizzy with electricity. Your wrist slows and stops, gasping for air as you try to recover. The pain of your abused balls lingers and becomes more noticeable as your orgasm fades. [[Continue.|queen8loss]]

<<sabrina>>"Suit yourself!"<</sabrina>> Sabrina fetches a large, nearby dildo. Naturally, it's black. It's a deep ebony color, not a natural skin tone. She ignores you, focusing on the video. The feel of the room chills as you become less of a participant and more of a resistor. A blush falls on your cheeks as you feel a little ashamed for spoiling her mood. Or perhaps for disappointing her and not wanting to have fun. //Plap-whap-plap-whap.// The sound of Sabrina slapping her pussy with her dildo catches your ear. You look to your side, watching the dildo slap against a black box. She's moved aside her underwear and shorts, exposing her nethers to the air! Not that you can see them, of course. <<sabrina>>"Eyes on the screen," she says breathlessly, not looking at you.<</sabrina>> Pre squirts out of your cage into the fabric covering it. You lose watching the movie, a real, serious breeding occurring on Sabrina's TV. The video has a triple blowjob from a delicious angle, and without even realizing it your hand goes to cup your balls. Fondling them and the cage brings a small amount of pleasure, but not enough to extract more than pre-spunk. You feel left out, small, while watching three white pussies be plundered by virile black cock. Their firm dicks disappear into black boxes, it's fitting that the pleasure is denied to you. The sight of it, and the feel of it. You'll never fuck that deep. //Plap-plap-plap.// <<sabrina>>"Oh fuck." She's hitting herself harder now.<</sabrina>> From the corner of your eye you try to steal a peek. Sabrina starts thrusting her hips up at the TV, biting her lip. A deep yearning strikes your stomach. <<sabrina>>"Ghhh! Fuuuuh, fuck. Oh god. Y-hh-yes! Black lives matter!"<</sabrina>> You miss unable to see fully, but you hear it. Your eyes are too focused on the breeding before you to look to your left. The squirting of Sabrina's fluids against her shorts and panties and past the fabric. You gasp, expecting an orgasm, but finding only a frail edge. [[Continue.|queen8win]]

<<sabrina>>"Haha! Loser!" Sabrina makes an L over her forehead, fingers glittering with pussy slick.<</sabrina>> She laughs, inviting you to laugh at yourself too. Her casual, playful bullying feels inclusive rather than demeaning. As you join her in the giggling, cum-stained, balls-aching, a small voice murmurs in the back of your mind. She doesn't see you as a man at all, just a boy. A boy who's little dick fires off at the easiest suggestion. And she's got you feeling comfortable being a loser, no matter how playful she's trying to make it. <<sabrina>>"Next weekend, you're cleaning my whole apartment, heard?" She says with some seriousness, rising to clean herself up.<</sabrina>> You nod, asking for a few tissues yourself. She gets them for you, but doesn't help you wipe up. Your semen is quickly disposed of in the kitchen garbage can. <<sabrina>>"Right where white seed lives!" Sabrina adds with a snicker. "Alright, let's get you back home."<</sabrina>> [[Continue.|sleep]] ''This is the current end of Sabrina's content; you can repeat it to see other variants.''

Sabrina lets out a sigh, pausing the TV. <<sabrina>>"Guess you won."<</sabrina>> She splays out her fingers. They glisten in the glow of the TV light. Your eyes immediately fall on them. The scent of her wet, aroused pussy-slick is only just reaching your senses. <<sabrina>>"Your reward, yeah? Go on. Lick it up, whiteboy."<</sabrina>> Like a snake charmed, you slither across the couch, eyes not moving from those wiggling digits. You feel their warmth and smell their splendid nectar before your tongue rolls across her fingers. You can only just see her amused, satisfied expression from the corner of your eyes. With your tongue you roll across each finger, trying both to impress her with your tongue's motions and to collect every sloppy drop of her pussy flavor. The taste is a little sharp, a little surprising. Distinctly female, unlike anything else, with the smallest metallic tang, that taste of a woman's body unique to each girl. It makes your throat seize for a moment, either from some deep-set revulsion or desperate need for more, when you think about who this flavor belongs to. Sabrina, a girl who's been blacked. A girl who's signed off boys like you. Your can't push aside the fantasies of a BBC sliding in and out of her pussy, the same pussy who's flavor you're licking up. <<if $playerStamina < 15>>That notion is too much. Between the denial of abstaining from pleasure and that wicked vision, your penis gives up. It surrenders its seed uselessly into your $underwear. Thick, ripe shots of pearly cum wasted just from the taste of pussy on a girl's fingers. The twitch her face makes tells you she can smell your defeat pooling on your thighs.<</if>> <<sabrina>>"Good?" She says finally, shoving your face away. "You earned it..."<</sabrina>> Sabrina lays her head back, and lets the silence hang for a while. <<sabrina>>"Alright, lemme wash my hand and drive you home. It's covered in your spit."<</sabrina>> That evening, you fall asleep immediately, plagued by arousal and fantasy. [[Continue.|sleep]] ''This is the current end of Sabrina's content; you can repeat it to see other variants.''

Your erection strains against your underwear, and you begin to rub along your leg without thinking. <<sabrina>>"You can touch yourself if you want, don't be afraid."<</sabrina>> You mumble something, unsure if you want to reveal your penis to her. She rolls her eyes and reaches over, the warmth of her cyprine smearing across your tummy and down your pants and $underwear as she fondles for your pricklet. The very second she touches hard cock she laughs and yanks her hand out. Her laugh isn't edged like a knife, it's warm and knowing! <<sabrina>>"My gosh, bite-sized!" She looks to the screen, and completely ignores your junk.<</sabrina>> You turn to the large screen, basking in the glow of a massive BBC being draped across a blonde, young schoolgirl's face. Beside her, both of her friends are doing the same. Seeing this submission in triplicate, it lays it in deep. Makes it more real, makes it sensational. And it's normal enough for three girls to share it. A sound escapes your lips and you feel your hips raise eagerly, seeking sensation and squirting pre into your underwear. Your body replies to the visual stimulus of actual, alpha sexual experience with a supplicating and desperate gesture. You let yourself strain and throb, feeling the touch of your $underwear against your stiff shaft, letting that be the stimulation you take rather than the feel of your hand. You rub your fingers to your palms, as if trying to combat succumbing to an addiction. //As if//, that isn't appropriate. You are trying to combat succumbing to an addiction. With a shuddery and nervous breath you do like Sabrina does, slipping your hand down your pants and beginning to stroke. However a sharp 'tut-tut' from her stops you. <<sabrina>>"No. Not like that. Want me to show you how to cum properly?" Sabrina's words are haunting, but she says them with the serene arousal of offering to take your first time.<</sabrina>> <<if $corruption > 50>>\ Refuse. You don't have the willpower to refuse. <<else>>\ [[Refuse.|queen8e7]] <</if>> [[Please.|queen8e4noc]]

<<sabrina>>"Suit yourself!"<</sabrina>> Sabrina fetches a large, nearby dildo. Naturally, it's black. It's a deep ebony color, not a natural skin tone. She ignores you, focusing on the video. The feel of the room chills as you become less of a participant and more of a resistor. A blush falls on your cheeks as you feel a little ashamed for spoiling her mood. Or perhaps for disappointing her and not wanting to have fun. //Plap-whap-plap-whap.// The sound of Sabrina slapping her pussy with her dildo catches your ear. You look to your side, watching the dildo slap against a black box. She's moved aside her underwear and shorts, exposing her nethers to the air! Not that you can see them, of course. <<sabrina>>"Eyes on the screen," she says breathlessly, not looking at you.<</sabrina>> Pre fiercely squirts into the fabric trapping your dick. You lose watching the movie, a real, serious breeding occurring on Sabrina's TV. The video has a triple blowjob from a delicious angle, and without even realizing it your hand goes to cup your balls. Fondling them and the erection you're unable to fully stroke brings a small amount of pleasure, but not enough to extract more than pre-spunk. You feel left out, small, while watching three white pussies be plundered by virile black cock. Their firm dicks disappear into black boxes, it's fitting that the pleasure is denied to you. The sight of it, and the feel of it. You'll never fuck that deep. You try to sneak in a few tugs but each time you notice Sabrina wag her finger at you, making sure you stick to your choice. //Plap-plap-plap.// <<sabrina>>"Oh fuck." She's hitting herself harder now.<</sabrina>> From the corner of your eye you try to steal a peek. Sabrina starts thrusting her hips up at the TV, biting her lip. A deep yearning strikes your stomach. <<sabrina>>"Ghhh! Fuuuuh, fuck. Oh god. Y-hh-yes! Black lives matter!"<</sabrina>> You miss unable to see fully, but you hear it. Your eyes are too focused on the breeding before you to look to your left. The squirting of Sabrina's fluids against her shorts and panties and past the fabric. <<if $playerStamina < 30>>You gasp, expecting an orgasm, but finding only a frail edge. [[Continue.|queen8win]]<<else>>You piss your weak seed into your undies. A gasp strikes you as you notice the sensation of cumming after the sensation of warm fluid. Uncontrollably an orgasm takes you by surprise, and your dazed eyes distort the erotica on the TV, finding yourself thinking of the nurse from school for a moment... <<sabrina>>"Did you nut, dude?" Sabrina asks, brushing back some sweat-slick hair. "Kind of impressive. If gross."<</sabrina>> [[Continue.|queen8loss]]<</if>>

"Ahem, $name. Do you want to go as $codename, or... ?" You flutter your eyes. She takes this as a sign of hesitation and tries to sweeten the pot. "A mother-daughter night would be so fun! But, if you want to play the handsome boy and treat Mommy out to a night on the town, that's fine too." [[Go as a daughter.|momchasdated]] [[Go as a son.|momchasdates]]

<<mom>>"Oh, we don't need your key for this!" She smiles, and slides her arm across your shoulders. "Go ahead, bend over the bowl."<</mom>> She guides you there until you're positioned over it, standing with your legs shoulder-length apart, and hands to the wall the toilet is attached to. You can feel the weight of her whole body against your butt and back. The feeling of being mounted like this, by your Mom, is absurd and undeniably arousing. Her large size blots out the light of the bulb above, lending a strange sort of shadow to the toilet before you. Given the positioning, you can only just see over your shoulder, hands clasped to the wall, but Mom's expression is diabolically possessive. She touches one of your hands, your right, holding it there against the wall. She whispers for you to stretch out, to bend over the bowl. You look down at the clear, cool water, and the cage strangling the erection you have. The skin to skin of your Mom's body bring elation to every nerve ending on your back and behind, feeling her larger hips and thighs grind and even thrust against your back now and then. You can feel her enter a rhythmn of sorts, dry humping you as she drags her left hand from your neck, down across your tummy and finally to your balls. The pat to them, at first, feels like just an affirming slap. The second comes with more intensity. Then the third. You hiss and suck air in through your teeth as the tempoed battering of your balls begins to create a dense throbbing in your testicles and tummy, woefully developing a pleasure along your shaft. Wincing, you forgo sight and draw on the other sensations of your body. The thrust and feel of your Mom humping your butt, the grind of her panties to your bare ass as she plaps herself against you not for her own direct pleasure but some feral sort of dominance. No contact with her nethers and your body directly occurs, it's just the motion and notion of her thrusting that drives her hips forward. You can smell it, her wetness, soaking into the fabric. Each strike of her hips to your butt comes with a firm slap of her palm to your balls, battering them just as she is your rump. The sensation coils and slithers its way up your midsection, a pain not stinging but warm and dull and sickening. Like a spoonful of sugar, your medicine comes with the merciful pangs of unearthly pleasure wholly separate from stroking. There is a dripping sound, and only then do you flutter your eyes open to see a long spider's rope of clear crystaline pre reaching down to the toilet below. <<mom>>"Oooh!" A throaty, husky call of pleasure comes from your Mom.<</mom>> Looking over your shoulder, you see the pixel-neutered cleavage of her wobbling tits. She isn't looking back at you, rather at the wall ahead of you both. Yet her whole body moves with singular passion. This is very unlike her, but you can hardly deny the pleasure that feeling her warm and aroused pussy bump against your ass brings. Her hand doesn't stop, whapping your testes like a teacher penalizing a student. You wonder about the hurt she could do with a paddle, hairbrush, or ruler, but keep the thought to yourself and look back to the toilet. It's coming, a sensation like needing to urinate comes first, but it quickly disappears behind an edge. <<mom>>"C'mon, sweetie, hhhnn, let's get all the trash stickies out. Fh, o-oh. Make those icky spurties for Mommy, okay? And we'll flush them away."<</mom>> At some point in the middle of her 'tender' words, your body obliges regardless of your desires. Now you were thrusting, wincing at the pained pleasure of your plap-gasm, trying to get your seed out. Maybe your body still, foolishly, thought it was trying to make babies. After all, your balls couldn't know their own primogenitrix was battering them so they would shoot their dead-end genes into toilet water. Inky, silvery-white cum becomes instantly useless as it is drained into the toilet like anything else to be discarded. Mom is breathing as heavy as you are, though no signs of her climax stain the back of your thighs. You're thankful for her presence behind you, knees and legs becoming weak as the pleasure and adrenaline begin to fade. <<mom>>"Let's do it together," she says sweetly. <</mom>> She doesn't give you a choice in the matter. Instead, she grasps your hand in hers and makes it a bonding experience to hit the flush lever together. With a swirl of fresh, clear water, and a gurgling draining sound, all your cum is disposed of. The two of you stagger back in unison, and you turn to face your Mom. You feel particularly smaller than her in this instant. Her hair is a bit messy and scattered, clinging to her cheeks or forehead with the dampness of sweat. Her underarms glisten with effort too, and your censorchip can't conceal the darker colors of the pussy-drenched fabric of her panties. <<mom>>"Sorry, honey. I don't know what came over me! Your butt just looked so cute."<</mom>> She gives you a pat on the head, caressing over your ear and to your cheek, finally ending in holding your chin. [[It was a little much...|didntlikemom]] [[It's okay, it was nice.|didlikemom]] <<if $keyholder is 3>> <<set $momDaycounter to $dayCounter>> <</if>>

You ask her for a full week of freedom. <<mom>>"Wow!" She says in a diminishing way. "Wanna have your peepee free for a whole week, huh? Mmmm. I guess you've been good."<</mom>> It's instinct to put your hands over your groin, as if to defend the honor of that peepee pleading for parole in front of the court of mommy. Her face softens, and her key dangles in front of your nose. <<mom>>"Okay, one week of freedom, mister. But you're going back into your cage, deal?"<</mom>> Deal! She unlocks you, taking the cage and keys with her. You're free! <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<set $momDaycounter to $dayCounter>> <<set $momWeekrelease to true>> <<set $chastity to false>>

Her face gets a little gloomy with regret and perhaps embarrassment. <<mom>>"Oh! I'm sorry, I'll be more careful in the future."<</mom>> Mom wraps you in a tight hug, coming to you with such force it disrupts your balance a little. You hug around her, feeling her naked back and just barely the texture of her bra's straps. <<mom>>"Ahh, okay. That's better," she says with relief. <</mom>> She lets you go with one final token of apology, a wet kiss to your forehead. She turns to leave, casually adding a stinger before she leaves you alone in the bathroom. <<mom>>"Ahem, that still counts as your release, however. I hope that's okay!"<</mom>> [[Continue.|sleep]]

Her eyes become crescent with a beaming smile. The rich tapestry of wrinkles around her eyes become a little more visible, not yet deepened with age but glimmering there all the same. A reminder that your Mom has quite a few years on you, no matter how hot her body. <<mom>>"I'm glad to hear it. Ahem, that still counts as your release however, I hope that's okay!"<</mom>> She pinches your cheek and wiggles it, leaving you in the bathroom in stunned silence. [[Continue.|sleep]]

<<if $underwear is "Panties">> Wearing panties during your streams has become the norm. They pep up your energy, maybe it's from the anxiety of getting caught, maybe it's just 'right'. Regardless, you have a great stream and another small streamer raids yours. The positive influx of people brings in a lot of life to your chat, new viewers, and a few donations. Most of your stream is fiddling around in Windcraft. However, toward the end of the night, chat convinces you to join in on a party-game that can be played online. Thinking it's a great way to get in touch with some of your regulars, you do it! It is a ''riot''. You find your jaw and mouth sore from laughing, absolutely brain dead and goofy answers coming through for each of the game's silly prompts. It's fun, and what's more, it feels wonderful to have so many people entertained by you. You don't remember you're in panties when you go to turn around and pick up your neglected controller for a minigame. And right then, your pajama pants slip enough to flash it. Just the waistband, a bit of girly, warm-colored fabric, hardly noticeable but undeniably feminine. Yet that feeling of exposure immediately makes you straighten your back out and hide the patch of skin exposed to the cool air. The chat is flying by too fast to see if anyone caught it, but considering people are too busy talking about the previous round in the game, you figure it went unnoticed! No one seems to notice your cheeks being so red either. [[Continue.|vidya6.1]] <<set $playerVidya = 7>> <<set $viewers += Math.floor(Math.random() * 25) + 1>>\ ''Your current number of viewers is: <<print $viewers>>'' <<set $playerMoney += Math.floor(Math.random() * 30) + 1>>\ <<else>> You struggle to catch the right energy for your stream, and it goes over a little meeker than you'd hope. When you sign off to an empty chat, you wonder again about wearing panties. They do make you feel //peppy.// It might be the boost you need to be entertaining. A good luck charm. Not like anyone will see, anyway. <<if $late is false>>\ [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>>\ <<else>>\ [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>>\ <<set $viewers += Math.floor(Math.random() * 5) + 1>>\ ''Your current number of viewers is: <<print $viewers>>'' <<set $playerMoney += Math.floor(Math.random() * 10) + 1>>\ <</if>>

You're supposed to put lipstick on before this stream. But do you actually want to do that? It might be pretty obvious. Hell, it //will// be obvious, or else you're not getting that $100 bonus. <<if $hasLipstick is true>> [[Do it.|vidya7yes]]<<else>>\ Do it. You don't have lipstick. <</if>>\ [[Don't.|vidya7no]]

You settle the stream and <<if $late is true>>get ready to go to bed<<else>>get ready to move onto something else for the evening.<</if>> However, a flurry of pings in your private messages catches your eye. It's not usually to get any, let alone 3 in rapid succession. Opening them is like getting a surprise flashbang. First, it's a screenshot of your panties peeking over your waistband. Your heart sinks. Reading the messages that follow means nothing to you the first two tries through. You collect yourself, setting aside that dizzy feeling of anxiety and sit up straight. <<ceo>>"Good evening, $name. Do not be alarmed by my use of your real name. It was a requirement to make an account on this streaming service. You caught my attention a few shows ago, and I found myself keeping an eye out for you. I was hoping to catch exactly what I did tonight. You're just the sort of talent I think can make it big."<</ceo>> Easy enough to digest, aside from feeling your guts fall out at reading your name. This is what you get for using your real name to make accounts... <<ceo>>"During your next stream, I would like you to wear noticeable, red lipstick. There is no need to draw attention to it. Simply apply it before your show and continue as normal. If you do, I will give you a donation of $100 dollars. For such a small task, you will make a lot of money. And that will just be the first installment. If you're serious about a comfortable, simple career in the form of streaming, make no mistake—I am your best shot. Thank you."<</ceo>> A hundred bucks... that's a lot. The warmth returns to your cheeks, but there is no one to question your flush skin and elevated heart rate. If you do this for this stranger, you'll need to get the right lipstick. Mom may have some, perhaps you could buy some. <<if $late is false>>\ [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>>\ <<else>>\ [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>>\

Mom absolutely has some spare lipstick in the bathroom. You could just swipe it. A little tingle in your loins makes your hips shake, and before you can put a name to what that bodily response is, the thought that causes it takes center stage. //You could also ask her for it directly.// <<if $corruption > $momStat>> <<if $corruption > 100>> Steal her lipstick. You're too corrupt to pass on the chance to embarrass yourself. <<else>> [[Steal her lipstick.|momlipsteal]] <</if>> <</if>> <<if $corruption < $momStat>> <<if $momStat > 100>> Steal her lipstick. You're too much of Momma's boy to steal from her. <<else>> [[Steal her lipstick.|momlipsteal]] <</if>> <</if>> [[Ask Mom for it.|momlipsask]]

Stealing her lipstick isn't too difficult; some of her cosmetics are in the bathroom for easy application, and snatching a tube probably won't be noticed.<<if $taskE is true>> You've already done it once for Ms. Patterson, so why not again?<</if>> Probably. But, now in your hand, you have the key to a hundred bucks! All you've got to do is wear it when it comes time to stream. <<if $late is false>>\ [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>>\ <<else>>\ [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>>\ <<set $hasLipstick to true>>

Finding Mom enjoying some time on the couch, you tenderly come up behind her and give her a hug around her shoulders. A meek sort of giddiness moves your actions like a marionette. Perhaps it's the effervescence of what you're about to ask her, but you feel bubbly. She softly lays her hand to your wrist, accepting your hug. Her voice is tempered by a sort of amused curiosity, (correctly) sensing the gesture was a preamble to a request. <<mom>>"What's up, sweetie?"<</mom>> You explain you'd like to borrow some of her lipstick for //something.// You try to be purposefully vague, but Mom latches onto this. She pauses the TV, whips her head around, and gives you a look teetering somewhere between shocked, proud, and desperate to know the details. <<mom>>"How come? Why? C'mon, tell me!" She pecks at you, unfazed by your attempts to rebuke her.<</mom>> Eventually, when she rounds the couch and begins tickling your tummy, you have to give in. As she urges you toward her bedroom, you explain you're wearing it for a little joke on your livestream. <<mom>>"Ahhh, that's what I hear you talking to, err, about, inside."<</mom>> She can hear you stream? <<mom>>She acts coy. "Well, not too clearly! But I noticed that the tone of your voice was a lot different from when you played with your friends! I thought maybe you'd just joined a new group of buddies or something like that."<</mom>> You wonder aloud if she can hear anything else. <<mom>>"Oh, the walls here, you know. Kind of thin." She snickers shyly.<</mom>> <<if $keyholder is 3>>She leans over to your ear and speaks softly and dotingly. <<mom>>"I used to hear you making... " Her voice lowers to a whisper for the next word, joining it with a jerk-off motion using her wrist. "Wankies. But not so much since Momma is holding your key, isn't that right, honey?"<</mom>><</if>> [[Continue.|momlipask2]]

Mom flicks on the light in her room and directs you to the mirror on her vanity. The dresser table's top is cluttered with mostly organized pigments, makeups and other cosmetics. No chair was present, seems Mom just did all her business standing. And now so would you. <<mom>>"So, never put on lipstick, huh?"<</mom>> <<if $taskE is false>>Nope.<<else>>Yes! But you don't tell her about that one time. That was for Ms. Patterson, and you certainly aren't going to unpack all that right now.<</if>> <<mom>>"Not even when Mommy was away at work?"<</mom>> No way! <<mom>>"Oh, please. Don't act like that's such a silly question. Especially when I know you've tried knocking up my socks and panties before!"<</mom>> You blush red and look away from her in the mirror. <<mom>>"Don't be shy, sweetie! It's natural for a boy like yourself."<</mom>> <<if $keyholder is 3>><<mom>>"At least now I'll know when you're doing it! Seeing as you've gotta ask permission."<</mom>><</if>> <<if $chastity is true>><<mom>>"Good thing you're all locked up and my underwear is safe!"<</mom>><</if>> She places a hand on your shoulder, which ends up snaking its way across your collar bone and wraps you in a hold. With her other hand she leans and reaches for a lipstick too, deftly popping it open one handed. The clatter of the empty cap to the vanity table has a pleasing quality to it, and so does the slight song of the lipstick's wax curling up the tube is equally as pleasant. It's worn, with the reflective luster of the deep wine red lost along the tip, where it's kissed your Mom many times. The ruddy, lively color works well on her lips, why not yours? <<mom>>"Want me to put it on, honey?" <</mom>> It's hardly a question. You lay your head back a few degrees, feeling her chin by your temple, and look up at her. The face of calm and wonderful peacefulness on her face as she brings the lipstick to your lips makes your skin flush with goosebumps and your jaw hang open like you're expecting a kiss. The touch of the lipstick is nice, nicer still applied by your Mom. It's almost wet with how it glides across your lips. She makes certain to apply it deeply and fully. When she withdraws, she speaks, a soft sigh of appreciation at her handwork preceeding it. <<mom>>"Aw, you look so cute. Now, go like this!" She makes a few popping sounds, rubbing her lips together but not too vigorously. "It'll help set it right."<</mom>> You do so, pop-pop-pop, and rubbing the material around carefully. When you look back at the mirror you're a little surprised. <<if $taskE is true>>You've seen yourself in lipstick before, last time, it was for money. This time will be for money as well, but even so, the sight of yourself is captivating.<</if>> It's only that single detail, that one piece of cosmetic alteration, and yet... It gives your face such a wonderful feminine lilt. You turn your chin this way and that, examining the masculine features (what few you have), which appear so much more softened and graceful just with the simple highlight of red, glossed lips. Perhaps it has to do with the sight, seen a thousand times, of women in lipstick now applied to yourself. Perhaps the makeup was perfectly crafted. But the androgyous twinge it gives your entire face with that one dash of red makes your heart thump. Mom seems to be admiring you, admiring yourself, and when you catch her in the act, she ruffles your hair. <<mom>>"You look lovely, $name." She takes your hand to hers, closing it around the lipstick. "You can keep it for anytime you'd like to wear it."<</mom>> She gives you a peck on the cheek, nuzzling you softly, before returning to the living room. You're left there alone a moment, realizing you're stiff in your $underwear. <<if $late is false>>\ [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>>\ <<else>>\ [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>>\ <<set $hasLipstick to true>>

Although blurred and censored, the gliding of a dark black cock into a white pussy draws your entire attention to it. The pathetic feeling of fucking your hand while watching a dark-skinned man claim a woman, the stark contrast of their tones, the vigor of his masculinity compared to the lily-white perfection of her femininity. <<set _psg to either( 'blk1', 'blk2', 'blk3', 'blk4', 'blk5', )>>\ <<linkreplace "This is what real sex looks like.">> <<include _psg>> <</linkreplace>> The experience is captivating. You feel yourself getting lost in it. A sensation, unlike others you've felt while masturbating grips you. It's intense, new, novel. In your chair you feel your thighs and butt tense, trying to get the most of every thrust into your hand. It's not lost on you how you're twitching at your dick with just two fingers. It makes you feel all the more smaller, all the more ineffectual... <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<if $playerStamina >= 65>> <<set $playerStamina -= 2>> <<else>> ''You've become resistant to this method, you should see the nurse.'' <</if>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <</if>> <<set $corruption += 2>>

Although blurred and censored, the gliding of a dark black cock into a white pussy draws your entire attention to it. The pathetic feeling of fucking your hand while watching a dark-skinned man claim a woman, the stark contrast of their tones, the vigor of his masculinity compared to the lily-white perfection of her femininity. <<set _psg to either( 'blk1', 'blk2', 'blk3', 'blk4', 'blk5', )>>\ <<linkreplace "This is what real sex looks like.">> <<include _psg>> <</linkreplace>> Rubbing the tip of your dick in a circular motion is almost like playing with a little clit. A grumble comes with each moan that escapes your lips, a nervous energy making your dick-training session intensely more potent. A real feeling of defeat comes with the shock of orgasm, even with such minimal stimulation. And you hardly made it a few minutes into an hour long breeding session... <<if $late is false>> [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>> <<else>> [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>> <<set $playerStamina -= 2>> <<if $watcher is true>> [img[setup.img + 'censor_eye.gif']]<>Your actions have been observed. <> <</if>> <<set $corruption += 2>>

Sabrina fetches a large, nearby dildo. Naturally, it's black. It's a deep ebony color, not a natural skin tone. <<sabrina>>"Smack your own balls, at an even pace. Plap-plap-plap. It's the best sex a whiteboy can have. Trust."<</sabrina>> She slides her touch up your wrist, and presents the toy to you. Trusting, you take it from her. <<sabrina>>"Do it. Maybe I'll show you something nice."<</sabrina>> You tug down your pants, your $underwear, you get comfortable. Sabrina acting natural, and rubbing herself just as if she were alone sets you at ease. The dildo in your hand is heavy, intimidating. It dwarfs your little clitty. The video has a triple blowjob from a delicious angle, and without even realizing it your wrist whips down at your balls. //Plap-whap-plap-whap.// Shocks of pleasure-pain jolt from your groin up your midsection. The physical anguish of punishing your white reproductive organs is quelled by the majesty of taking such penalty and the visuals of battering your beta balls with a thick black dildo. Pre squirts out of your cage across your balls and the toy. You lose yourself in a trance, whapping against your own groin as you watch a real, serious breeding occur on Sabrina's TV. You're masturbating just like her, just like a white girl. This is whiteboy sex, and you're having it while watching three white pussies be plundered by virile black cock. Their firm dicks disappear into black boxes, fitting that the pleasure is denied to you. The sight of it, and the feel of it. You'll never fuck that deep. //Plap-plap-plap.// <<sabrina>>"Oh fuck."<</sabrina>> Sabrina starts thrusting her hips up at the TV, biting her lip. You strike yourself harder, with greater pain comes deeper pleasure. How much of it is psychological submission and how much physical sensation is unsure to you. <<sabrina>>"Ghhh! Fuuuuh, fuck. Oh god. Y-hh-yes! Black lives matter!"<</sabrina>> You miss it, but you hear it. Your eyes are too focused on the breeding before you to look to your left. The squirting of Sabrina's fluids against her shorts and panties and past the fabric. You squirt too, like a bitch in heat you spray your semen from your nuts against the dildo busting your balls. Moans from your lips join hers as you see the pretty blonde be folded like a pretzel and bred in missionary. A rippling, soft, mellow feeling of pleasure rolls from your toe tips to scalp, fizzy with electricity. Your wrist slows and stops, gasping for air as you try to recover. The pain of your abused balls lingers and becomes more noticeable as your orgasm fades. [[Continue.|queen8loss]]

Mom kicks back a leg in joy and claps her hand. "Why don't we get you the outfit we bought at the mall?" Light-headedness hits you as Mom and you dress up nice, together, in her bedroom. She's not shy at all about undressing around you. Not only does your implant make it safe, but you seriously think she doesn't consider you a threat or option in the 'masculine' way. And that makes your cage tight. Mom refuses to let you go until she applies a bit of blush, mascara, and lipstick to you. It's not much, but the highlights on your face make the person in the mirror looking back at you seem very unfamiliar. And very feminine. No one would doubt that you're $codename if they saw you. [[Continue.|momchasdated1]]

"Okay! Well, get yourself dressed up all nice and meet me in the living room pronto, yes?" Mom skitters off with joy to get herself all ready for the town. You get something teetering on formal, dressing for a refined evening, such as your wardrobe can manage. Mom approves, giving you a lipstick-heavy kiss on the cheek she has to bashfully smear off and apologize for. Leaving it there would have been fine but, she insisted. "More will come later, don't you worry!" She has picked the venue, seeing as its her date night out. And she picks somewhere fancy. It's dark when you get there, the mellow of the night having really settled in. It is a lot cozier then, when the inside of the restaurant is quiet and not too packed. The lighting is dim and sultry, with clean and crisp black and white furnishings, curtains and table settings. You're seated by a well-dressed waiter, and when the menus come, you notice something. There aren't any prices listed. And if you need to ask the price, you can't afford it. You swallow, Mom didn't take her purse. Well, it is a date! //You// are meant to pay for //her//! Noticing your surprised expression, she tilts her head. "Something wrong, honey? Is the food a little too fussy for you?" The names are very French and for a seasoned palette... but no, that isn't what has the blood draining from your face. It's the feel of your wallet on your thigh and if you're going to be able to cover any of this. The waiter returns with water and a wine menu. Mom selects a bottle, and the two of you place your orders. Mom gives you a sly and foxy smirk, curling at her lips. "Hm? What? I'm not making a face! Don't be silly, $codename." The waiter retunrs once more, showing off the wine bottle and giving you the cork, and pouring a glass for both of you. Aha! That's why she's making such a devious little smile. "Go on, try it." <<if $playerQueen > 3>>Well, it's not like you haven't done some illegal drinking before!"<</if>> You take a small swig of the crimson liquid. It's tart at first, laying across your tongue and populating your mouth with the offensively potent spike of alcohol, but all of that is washed away by a uniquely fruity sweetness that has you surprised and forgetting at all the alcoholic flavor. It's pretty good! She tilts her head and raises her glass. "Thought you might like it!" [[Continue.|momchasdate2]]

Wearing girl's clothes, because the fabrics are so much softer, and so much more revealing, makes you feel a little cold and nude. However, Mom's usual loving warmth and oddly cuddly energy keeps the chill at bay tonight. She has picked the venue, seeing as its her date night out. And she picks somewhere fancy. It's dark when you get there, the mellow of the night having really settled in. It is a lot cozier then, when the inside of the restaurant is quiet and not too packed. The lighting is dim and sultry, with clean and crisp black and white furnishings, curtains and table settings. No one bats an eye at the two 'women' coming to enjoy a meal together, no sideways glances or wayward looks. It's a relief, but you can't keep yourself from occasionally checking your surroundings nervously. You're seated by a well-dressed waiter, and when the menus come, you notice something. There aren't any prices listed. And if you need to ask the price, you can't afford it. You swallow, Mom didn't take her purse. Well, it is a date! //You// are meant to pay for //her//! Noticing your surprised expression, she tilts her head. "Something wrong, honey? Is the food a little too fussy for you?" The names are very French and for a seasoned palette... but no, that isn't what has the blood draining from your face. It's the feel of your wallet on your thigh and if you're going to be able to cover any of this. The waiter returns with water and a wine menu. Mom selects a bottle, and the two of you place your orders. Mom gives you a sly and foxy smirk, curling at her lips. "Hm? What? I'm not making a face! Don't be silly, $codename." The waiter retunrs once more, showing off the wine bottle and giving you the cork, and pouring a glass for both of you. Aha! That's why she's making such a devious little smile. "Go on, try it." <<if $playerQueen > 3>>Well, it's not like you haven't done some illegal drinking before!"<</if>> You take a small swig of the crimson liquid. It's tart at first, laying across your tongue and populating your mouth with the offensively potent spike of alcohol, but all of that is washed away by a uniquely fruity sweetness that has you surprised and forgetting at all the alcoholic flavor. It's pretty good! She tilts her head and raises her glass. "Thought you might like it!" [[Continue.|momchasdate2]]

The two of you enjoy a sublime meal. The food portions are small, and despite your apprehension about the artful appearance of the courses, they are wonderful gastronomic experiences! When the check comes, the number stares you down like a gun barrel. 250 bucks! You scan and rescan the listed items, trying to figure out how the hell those two modest meals you two ate amounted to a lofty two-hundred-and-fifty dollars. Mom sees how much you're fussing. "Something wrong, sweetie?" <<if $playerMoney > 249>>\ [[You'll cover it!|datecan]] <<else>>\ You can cover it! You're too poor to pay the bill. <</if>>\ [[You can't afford it.|datecant]]

"Oh gosh, I... sorry, honey I just thought you'd be able to pay for it! I didn't even think to take my purse." Mom's face drains of color, and she leans forward toward you, looking left and right as if the authorities would come to handcuff her any moment. "What should we do?" [[Tell her to talk to management.|datemompay]] [[You'll handle it.|dateyoupay]]

Mom gushes the whole way home, and thanks you a half dozen times for treating her to such a delectable little date night. You certainly felt the blow to your wallet, but that is alleviated some by just how sultry the looks Mom gives you during the car ride are. When she pulls into a parking spot and turns the car off, she turns to you and smiles with a broad, sweet-lipped smirk. The only light comes from the street lamps outside the car, casting both of you in a subtle half-glow. She leans across the center console to kiss your cheek. One of her hands finds its way to your thigh, sliding up and down the fabric there and finally settling on your caged groin. <<mom>>"Wanna get laid tonight?"<</mom>> Your immediate attempt at an erection is stymied and crushed by your cage, and the wince makes Mom coo sympathetically. <<mom>>"I'll take that as a yes. Come on, let's get upstairs."<</mom>> Those flights of stairs back to the apartment feel about twice as long as normal to ascend. Halfway up, Mom takes a second to adjust her heels, which have been clacking up the stairs the whole way. <<mom>>"Sheesh. I hope you don't mind, sweetheart. Your girlfriends are a little stuffy! Heh."<</mom>> Your little groan of frustration and discomfort makes her snicker out an apology. She unlocks the door, and on the keyring, you notice the keys to your cage dangling among all the rest. When the door shuts behind you, you feel like you could sink to the floor from the weight of anticipation. Mom slips off her heels, one after the other, and holds them by the straps. She wiggles them at you as if it were the equivalent of shaking her ass, and pads away to the bedroom with a slow, sexual saunter. You notice, as you go to follow her, she drapes up by the threshold, leaning against the doorframe. She takes a testing sniff of the sole of her heels, and her nose crinkles. <<mom>>"Woof, intense."<</mom>> Across the hardwood of the apartment floor, Mom has left a trail of moist footprints... [[Nevermind those, go for the prize.|datecanfast]] [[Show dedication, kiss each of her footsteps.|datecanslow]]

Mom sighs, but she knows it's the best route. She leaves you at the table, and you watch from afar, trying to figure out what they're saying. The waiter fetches the Maître d', who fetches the general manager. Mom looks small compared to the three, red-in-the-face men, who are ambulating their arms with intensity. The tones are hushed, but you can understand they aren't happy at all. <<if $playerQueen > 6>>The waiter in particular is large. His shoulders are broad and his skin is a refined, deep ebony tone. He has dark set eyes and a commanding demeanor.<</if>> You clutch the tablecloth. Rarely, a glance from one of the staff will be shot in your direction, and you wither away from it. After some time, the argument seems to settle and cool, but then, all three men and your Mom disappear around a corner. Without being able to see what the hell is going on, all sorts of worries float about your head like flies around shit. Your mind sinks to the gutter, imagining sordid scenarios in which your Mom is being abused. Sometimes, sexually, sometimes, aggressively. It feels like all the food you've eaten has turned to stone in your stomach, causing your guts to slide down to the chair and weigh you down. After checking your phone every few seconds, and an excruciating twenty minutes passes, Mom returns. Her hair is a bit ruffled. Her eyes are a little red, and her lipstick is smeared. But she seems safe. She doesn't say anything to you, instead giving you a hard look. You follow behind her like a dog drawn by a leash, not daring to ask what happened. When the two of you get back home, you peel off your clothes and head to bed separately. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $momStat += 5>>

You gather up your courage, pat Mom's hand, and walk to the waiter. He has a calm and supplicant demeanor, until you tell him you can't pay. Then his brow becomes hard with frustration. In short order, he summons up his boss, the Maître d', who in turn calls down his boss, the general manager. Heated words develop, and with three men clustered around you, feeling small and in danger is unavoidable. Of course they ask if you can pay it off later, by way of credit or check. You try to explain you're just a student and don't have a credit card, and money is scarce at home. The sob story of your single mother, tiny apartment, hard weekend job, it all comes pouring out. Their sympathy is limited, but once they realize they aren't going to get the price of the meal out of you, they relent. However, you have to pay them back somehow, and now they know you've got restaurant experience. They explain to your mother that you'll be working off their tab, and she can either wait or go home. Mom, hoping to be encouraging, waits it out and bolsters your mood from afar. The duties you are made to perform aren't unfamiliar from what you normally do for work. The issue is volume. The few members of the kitchen staff who do not count your help as a massive smoke break hardly //help// you at all. If anything, they are bent on finding you new little jobs to do. All the extra things they had to do. Cleaning particular grease traps, between appliances, and hauling trash. By the end of it your body is sore all over, your arms are like noodles, and your feet hurt. They let you go when they close down, nearly 2 AM. Mom yawns, bags under her eyes, having nursed the bottle you bought with your labor the whole time. She gives you a big hug and thanks you, kissing your forehead. When the two of you get back home, you peel off your clothes and head to bed separately. [[Continue.|sleep]] <<set $momStat += 5>>

<<gyaru>>"Isn't that enough? Grr. She lives in the same neighbourhood as me, so I thought I'd put my hand out and gracefully invite her to a gathering."<</gyaru>> You can see the rejection and anger play out across $bullygf's tanned face. Her athletic body tightened with anger, withdrawing from the wall and outright pouting with a kick of her shoe. <<gyaru>>"Fucking bitch. Ugh, I hate that face she makes. Wincing and squinting at me past those damn glasses like I'm scum. After I went to her, olive branch, all that! Who the hell does she think she is? Right, $name?"<</gyaru>> She whips her head back to you, having looked for Naomi's phantom in the middle distance. Of course! $bullygf is the kindest, most reasonable girl you know. And a great friend. <<gyaru>>"Exactly." She clears her throat. "Right, so we've got to play cool."<</gyaru>> [[How are you going to accomplish this humbling?|gyaruspecialoperation3]]

She smiles like a viper whose prey has walked right into striking distance. <<gyaru>>"It's easy enough. I just need you to give her a note and make sure she agrees to do what it says."<</gyaru>> $bullygf already has the item ready, and she places it in your palm when you stretch out your hand. <<gyaru>>"If you open that before you give it to her, I'm going to rip your balls off and feed them to you."<</gyaru>> Your eyes go wide, taking a pace back from her. This makes her cackle good, and she slings her arm around your shoulder. You can smell her athletic heat, rich and saline, as she walks you back to the school building. <<gyaru>>"Give it to her now. I'm going to be watching. She eats at the tables by the back entrance, where the microwave is, you know?"<</gyaru>> With a nod, you scuttle off, painfully aware of her eyes on the back of your neck. Once you know where to look, spotting Rin is pretty easy. The little letter $bullygf handed you almost looks like a confession note. As you zero in on your target, you wonder for a second if this is all some big scheme to embarrass you. It would make sense, $bullygf isn't above lying, and she did tell you not to look at the contents. Your thumb toys with the edge of the letter, testing the licked glue's strength. You come upon Rin before your curiosity gets the better of you. Clearing your throat and saying her name with a stutter, you try not to drag it out too long. [img[setup.img + 'rin.png']] She gives you a surprised look, but not a friendly one. She has a cold and exacting aura to her, sharp blue eyes hiding behind a pair of just-so rectangular glasses. <<rin>>"Yes?" She says, curtly. Her eyes fall from meeting yours to the letter in your hand, then back to you.<</rin>> Her friends, all just as prim and proper as Rin herself, watch you like a band of hawks inspecting a lone kitten. Without explaining, as you don't even know what to tell her, you give her the letter. In the distance, nearly all the way on the other end of the lunch hall, $bullygf watches you. She nods at you, and you can just barely tell she's smiling. Rin opens up the letter in a single perfect motion, cutting the fold of the envelope with her sharp nail. She looks inside and immediately the blood drains from her face, a pale look becoming ghostly. She quickly clasps it to her chest, hiding whatever it is from the other girls at her table. They immediately begin bobbing their heads to try and sneak a peek, which is exactly what Rin was trying to avoid. Her placcid face has become a wicked snarl, and she stands, poking you in the shoulder with one hand, while the other holds the source of her anger close to her breast. <<rin>>"Where did you get these, you creep?" She growls, practically spitting the words at you past clenched teeth.<</rin>> You stammer out that it's from a friend of yours, and you were just doing them a favor. She seems to believe you, or doesn't think this lunchroom is the right place to chastise you. She swiftly flees the cafeteria after burning one final, long, hard look into you. [[Continue.|gyaruspecialoperation4]]

Before the lunch bell rings, $bullygf finds you, snagging you by the elbow before you can leave. <<gyaru>>"Good job, but you're not done. Meet me by our usual spot after your last class, got it?"<</gyaru>> You wiggle free, giving her a bit of a look. Are you getting anything out of this? <<gyaru>>"Aside from being a good puppy for me?"<</gyaru>> Aside from that. $bullygf considers what might be a worthy price for someone of your unfortunate disposition. <<gyaru>>"I'll let you lick my bare asshole. Once."<</gyaru>> Colors floods your cheeks, and the tingle of excitement makes your nethers feel fuzzy. Fine. You'll do what she says this time. [[Continue.|gyaruspecialoperation5]]

The mall, once a gathering place of youths with burning holes in their pockets, once a graveyard of empty storefronts. Physical augmentation suites and pop-up cosmetic surgeries in concert with paid influencer shilling have given malls a second life in recent years. All things cosmetic could be found in these glittering, brightly lit halls. Clothes, jewelry, shoes, tattoos, piercings, tummy-tucks, and lots of food and snacks to keep you occupied as you consider what to splurge on. Once more, it was trendy to hang around malls, and even now, you can see small clusters of people socializing in person. How novel. With customers flocking to shopping centers again, the repertoire of stores has expanded to include some otherwise out of place businesses. You are certain you've seen a locksmith here. People rarely visit alone, so you feel like a lost mouse in a maze. You'd best get whatever you want done settled up now. [[Visit the general goods store.|clothesstore]] <<if $playerTherapist >= 10>> [[Visit the locksmith.|locksmithmall]] <</if>> [[Return home.|room2]] <<set $late to true>>

<<if $hasLipstick is false>> [[Buy some red lipstick.|clotheslipstick]] <<elseif $playerMoney >= 5>> Buy some red lipstick. You own some lipstick already. <<else>> Buy some red lipstick. You don't have enough money. <</if>> <<if $hasMompanties is false>> [[Buy some simple panties.|clothespanties]] <<elseif $playerMoney >= 5>> Buy some simple panties. You own some panties already. <<else>> Buy some simple panties. You don't have enough money. <</if>> [[Leave the store.|mall]]

A locksmith by itself would be an odd kiosk in a mall. However, the locksmith isn't just a locksmith. She also makes HEMA and Renaissance faire attire, props, and items. The shop is half workshop, half fantasy store. Split down the middle, the left hosts the tools she needs to replicate your keys, repair locks, and sell new ones. The right side glitters with all sorts of bladed, edged, and armored paraphernalia. Mall ninjas, eat your heart out. A big impact font, diamond aluminum plate sign hangs above the entrance. "Cass's Crafts", it's literally the coolest thing you've seen in your life. The Cass behind the counter is build like a boulder. Her hair is thick and raven. Her hair is thick and raven, tied in a messy bun with short bangs falling around her eyes and ears. She has a grumpy disposition to her swarthy face, richly tanned by an active lifestyle. The fruits of her labor and hobby can be seen on her exposed arms and shoulders, rippling with musculature that would put some of the athletes at your school to shame. The bulk is prodigious for a woman, with firm definition to every striation. [[Ask if she can pick locks.|locksmithpick]] [[Ask about making new keys.|locksmithremake]] [[Leave the store.|mall]]

You meet $bullygf at the usual spot you exchange money for her goods and services. Except, she isn't there. You're left waiting, school bag slung over your shoulder, wondering if you should dare to text her. It isn't $bullygf who rounds the corner in a huff, a few minutes later, but Rin. Her eyes narrow in anger. <<if $blackmail is true>>\ <<rin>>"I thought I reckonized you earlier!" Her accent begins to slip into her words now that she's so riled up. "You're that perverted bastard who got caught jerking off in the counselor's office! No wonder you snuck into the girl's bathroom. You make me sick."<</rin>><<else>> <<rin>>"I don't know who the hell you are," her accent begins to slip into her words now that she's so riled up. "Or what you expect to get out of this, but you'd best believe I will make your life a nightmare if you even so much as—"<</rin>><</if>> Surprisingly, when you put your hand up, and try to get her to slow down and listen, she does. Cooler and more composed than $bullygf at least. You're not sure if you can reveal exactly who you're the little henchman for, but you try to deflect some heat but explaining you're just the messanger. And, hopefully, that means you won't get shot. Rin sneers, and thankfully your truthful telling of the matter is confirmed. $bullygf appears behind her, now closing in the two of you to the small, secretive enclosure. <<gyaru>>"He's right. Wasn't him that took those pictures. I did."<</gyaru>> Rin whips her head around so hard her ponytail whaps your cheek. If ever you thought the vein on someone's forehead might burst it is just now, watching the student council president turn red with anger. <<rin>>"やっぱり！ヤリマン！ギャルミーハー。"<</rin>> $bullygf chuckles, haughtily covering her mouth, casting a long and dangerous shadow. You know this side of her, same side liable to get your nuts kicked or wallet stolen. <<gyaru>>"Enough of that, carpet-muncher."<</gyaru>> She walks closer and closer, and Rin retreats. Is she actually afraid? The exchange student backpedals so much she actually bumps her butt against you before grunting and jerking away, flattening her back against the wall. <<gyaru>>"My professional assistant isn't informed of the situation, so why don't you tell him yourself?"<</gyaru>> Rin grinds her teeth, her jaw tightening and glasses damn near fogging with the angry huffing she is doing. <<gyaru>>"Do it. Or I email this little bundle of snapshots to... oh. Every teacher here, and every college in the area worth a damn?"<</gyaru>> <<rin>>"You wouldn't."<</rin>> <<gyaru>>"Why wouldn't I?" She looks to you. "Well, $name, tell her. Am I a cruel bitch or am I a sweetheart?"<</gyaru>> [[She's a nightmare.|gyaruspecialoperation6]] [[You love serving her.|gyaruspecialoperation7]]

<<gyaru>>"See? You know he's given me $tribute so far? Isn't that impressive."<</gyaru>> $bullygf ruffles your hair, pinching your cheek and patting it. A gesture somewhere between affection and a mobster being threateningly friendly. Rin takes a long, shut-eyed, shakey gulp of breath. <<rin>>Turning her head to you, she keeps her eyes looking anywhere but yours. Embarrassed, clearly, of her reveal. "This slag—"<</rin>> $bullygf grabs a bundle of her hair and tugs it, making Rin yelp. But she refrains herself from slapping or fighting back. The athletic girl has all the cards here, Ms. Student council doesn't. <<gyaru>>"Be nice." Rin is let go.<</gyaru>> <<rin>>"$bullygf, against my will, seems to have found my phone when I lost it. And took pictures of all the things I had saved on my camera roll." Rin's English skills wane the more fretful and nervous she gets.<</rin>> <<gyaru>>"And what was that of?"<</gyaru>> <<rin>>"Yuri."<</rin>> You know what that is! It's girl-love! Lesbian porn. <<gyaru>>"That's right. Would be awful embarrassing for that to get out. So, from now on, when I want something from you, you'll give it. Get it?"<</gyaru>> Rin looks to you as if you're meant to do something, but you merely shrug in mutual discomfort. Eventually the exchange student nods, and with $bullygf's allowance, she leaves. <<gyaru>>When it's just the two of you, the tanned-skinned girl sighs and gives you a warm, lovely smile. "Nice girl, huh? I'm sure the two of you will get along well. God I can't wait to have two living ATMs to draw from."<</gyaru>> She throws her head back and cackles now, like a mad witch. <<gyarul>>"Oh man! I am going to dress you two up in match outfits! Aaah, I just can't stop winning~"<</gyarul>> You keep your eyes low, nodding along and dwelling only momentarily on that idea. The reward for this service, being bait apparently, was quite high. Is she going to hold up her end of the deal? <<gyaru>>"Sure, but close your... oh wait, the chip, right. Ha! Nevermind, look all you want. You only get one lick though, loser! So make it a nice, good, long one."<</gyaru>> [[Continue.|gyaruspecialoperation8]]

<<gyaru>>"Aww, so sweet. See how broken in he is? That's going to be you if you don't do what I say. Actually, it's going to be you regardless."<</gyaru>> $bullygf ruffles your hair, pinching your cheek and patting it. A gesture somewhere between affection and a mobster being threateningly friendly. Rin takes a long, shut-eyed, shakey gulp of breath. <<rin>>Turning her head to you, she keeps her eyes looking anywhere but yours. Embarrassed, clearly, of her reveal. "This slag—"<</rin>> $bullygf grabs a bundle of her hair and tugs it, making Rin yelp. But she refrains herself from slapping or fighting back. The athletic girl has all the cards here, Ms. Student council doesn't. <<gyaru>>"Be nice." Rin is let go.<</gyaru>> <<rin>>"$bullygf, against my will, seems to have found my phone when I lost it. And took pictures of all the things I had saved on my camera roll." Rin's English skills wane the more fretful and nervous she gets.<</rin>> <<gyaru>>"And what was that of?"<</gyaru>> <<rin>>"Yuri."<</rin>> You know what that is! It's girl-love! Lesbian porn. <<gyaru>>"That's right. Would be awful embarrassing for that to get out. So, from now on, when I want something from you, you'll give it. Get it?"<</gyaru>> Rin looks to you as if you're meant to do something, but you merely shrug in mutual discomfort. Eventually the exchange student nods, and with $bullygf's allowance, she leaves. <<gyaru>>When it's just the two of you, the tanned-skinned girl sighs and gives you a warm, lovely smile. "Nice girl, huh? I'm sure the two of you will get along well. God I can't wait to have two living ATMs to draw from."<</gyaru>> She throws her head back and cackles now, like a mad witch. <<gyarul>>"Oh man! I am going to dress you two up in match outfits! Aaah, I just can't stop winning~"<</gyarul>> You keep your eyes low, nodding along and dwelling only momentarily on that idea. The reward for this service, being bait apparently, was quite high. Is she going to hold up her end of the deal? <<gyaru>>"Sure, but close your... oh wait, the chip, right. Ha! Nevermind, look all you want. You only get one lick though, loser! So make it a nice, good, long one."<</gyaru>> [[Continue.|gyaruspecialoperation8]]

$bullygf turns around, and you instinctively sink to your knees. She flips up her skirt, revealing her wonderfully toned and tanned buttocks. Your godforsaken implant makes it a messy blur of pixels, but as she bends over deeper, and her thumbs slip into the waistband of her panties, it shifts to a black box. You have more senses than sight, and like a blind man, you try to tap into your other four. With smarts enough to know she isn't letting you cop a feel, the only thing you're touching is the fabric of your pant legs. A deep draw of air from behind $bullygf and are assailed with a deeply potent feminine musk. Her scent is ripe with heady and earthy notes of perspiration. She's an athlete after all, and by the smell, she's worked up a sweat today. Naturally, your tongue lolls from your mouth and $bullygf grabs your head, fingers locking onto the tresses of your hair and yanking you forward. She swipes your nose across her asshole until she can feel your lips. Unable to stop yourself, you steal your swipe. One singular run of your tongue across her asshole. One drag of a credit card across a scanner, it's all the same to her. But not to you. To you, it's a mini eternity of savoring her delicious ass sweat. To feel against your wet tongue the sloppy moisture of her tailpipe. The asshole held tight in her panties and fresh from a sweltering experience running track. Your nose draws in ragged and uncertain huffs, lungs seizing up at the very potency of the excitement of it all. It's over too soon, she thrusts her hips forward, almost snapping her cheeks closed on your tongue like a vice trap. She keeps a hold of your head for a moment more, shaking it back and forth. <<gyaru>>"Dream of me tonight, loser!"<</gyaru>> [[Home.|room]]

Keeping your cool as you saunter toward the robust woman, you ask her if she can help pick a lock. <<generic>>"I can. Not often do I get someone in the shop lookin' to have the lock picked," she says, nearly blasting your hair back with how thick her country girl accent is. "Usually I'm called out to the home or apartment, ya know?"<</generic>> You swallow, dancing around the question a little. A lockpicking set might also get the job done. <<generic>>"Oh no, I ain't selling one a' them to someone who looks so... shifty." She jerks her head back with that last word, highlighting how much she is picking up on your nerves.<</generic>> [[Explain your chastity situation.|locksmithexplain]] [[Talk about something else.|locksmithmall]]

<<generic>>"I sure can. Got the machines all here. You can do it yourself, actually. Whole thing is automated."<</generic>> She points you to a vending machine-like key press, it looks vaguely familiar. You thank her and give it a try, presenting it the small keys you have for your special lock. It'll be a relief to have some spares considering the little treasure they keep locked up. There is a whole touch display to customize and craft your own special keys. Wow! So modern. Nothing special for you today, just replication. You follow the machine's instructions, though it spits out a lot of errors. A little worrying, seems like it has problems with certain key types. Looks like printing a new key will cost $5. Cheap! [[Don't do it.|locksmithmall]] <<if $playerMoney >= 4>> [[Do it.|locksmithmakeyes]] <<else>> Do it. You don't have enough money. <</if>>

Not able to wait any longer, you're quick to join her in the bedroom. She swings her arm around you and leads you to the bed. Her heels clatter to the floor as she drops them, and she sits on the edge of the bed, dropping your keys to the floor alongside them. You realize she's not inviting you to the bed, you're going to have to kneel to have sex. Mom looks amazing, one leg crossed over the other, bouncing with a merry sort of engagement—almost like watching you open a Christmas gift. You scramble to get yourself free of your bottoms, underwear, and cage. A slight tremble comes to your fingers but not enough to stop you from turning the key in the lock and sighing in relief as your erection, small as it is, is finally given freedom. The cage tube falls to the side, and you tenderly remove the ring around your prick and balls. <<mom>>"Seems a little smaller than normal, not interested?" Mom asks, clearly teasing. She splays her toes and bounces them by your face. "Maybe the cage just has the lil guy all scrunched up."<</mom>> She leans over and rubs a finger against the sole of her heel, perhaps an apt representation of your 'cock' seeing as its so demure. <<mom>>"I bet you wanna hump those warm, sweaty puppies right now. But, sweetheart, ahem. Look at me for a moment, $name."<</mom>> You do so, a bit concerned by the sudden turn in intensity in her voice. <<mom>>"It would be really romantic to have it be Momma's footpussy tonight, wouldn't it?" She struggles to say that accursed, forbidden word, making its degrading qualities all the more lewder.<</mom>> It would be, if she'd let you! You savor the sentiment and the description. Something so unsexual to 99% percent of other 'men', a woman's feet. Worse, your mother's feet. Worse still, refering to the pressed together soles as the most divine and sought-after portion of a woman's sexual offerings, her cunt. <<if $momStat > $relationship>> <<mom>>"Well. I think you should take responsibility if you're going to keep making love to your two girlfriends." She scrunches her toes and splays them, showing the wrinkles of her mature soles and then ironing them out. It's a deeply alluring gesture.<</mom>> Your pricklet drools precum, and the very experience of an erection free and this close to scoring has you lightheaded. You ask her what she means. <<mom>>"I notice you've been spending more time with me than with $gfname. I want you to break up with her. She isn't good for you, I don't think. I don't feel comfortable knowing you and her might 'do it', even if that chance is super slim. $name, I want you to be exclusive with your girlfriends, with me. And I want you to promise to be pussyfree for Mommy's feet. Can you do that for me?"<</mom>> A surge, like a power line snapping, or a bolt of thunder, hits you deep in the base of your groin. From your balls, which tighten and yank up close to your body, a thick dollop of pre betrays your body's feelings about her request. Your dicklet spits up this salty, clear offering against one of her ankles, which you hastily apologize for. <<mom>>"Aww, I know who he prefers. What about you? I won't be mad if you say no, $name. I won't be. I just think this will make you happier than her, and keep you safer."<</mom>> [[Agree to break up with your girlfriend for Mom's feet.|momfeetbreakup]] [[You can't do that, it's too much.|momfeetrefuse]] <<else>> <<mom>>"Let's just stick to my heels tonight, okay honey?"<</mom>> [[Continue.|momheelsdate]] <</if>>

Unable to resist the siren call of your mother's sole sweat, you fall to your knees. Mom gasps, unsure what's brought you to a crawl. But once you begin pressing your lips to each moist, perspirant outline of her tracks, she makes a swooning 'aww' sound. You give a quick kiss and steal the shortest lick from each, keeping your eyes low and moving forward and forward still until you're face to toe with your 'girlfriends.' Feeling a surge of confidence, the sort of swell a normal boy might feel when stealing a kiss from their girlfriend. Or perhaps from sliding their hand up a girl's skirt. That boost of masculine, 'dominant' forwardness you dedicate instead to planting a series of smooches upon your mommy's feet. This makes her snicker. <<mom>>"Gosh, what a good boy you are."<</mom>> [[Continue.|datecanfast]] <<set $momStat += 15>>

<<mom>>"Oh, honey! I promise this will be so much better for you."<</mom>> She leans over and gives you a kiss on the cheek. When she's planted a lipstick mark to your face, she stands and wiggles free of her cocktail dress, exposing herself down to her underwear. Though she takes it no further. Thankfully, //horribly//, fortunately, //woefully//, her cleavage is a mess of pixels. You're not sure if you appreciate it or not. After all, those aren't her feet. Mom cozies up on the bed before inviting you to follow. She lays on her back, bending her legs and putting her soles together, between the arches a tight, small passage is made. It's clear, that is where you are to put your passion. <<mom>>"We'll do it missionary position. It's so much more romantic, isn't it?"<</mom>> You mount the bed after her, nude now, and try to find her place between the warm, and wet with perspiration footpussy you just dedicated yourself to. Mom reaches out, clasping both your hands to hers and locking the fingers and palms together. <<mom>>"Just move your hips the best you can, sweetie, I'll do most of the work."<</mom>> And just like that, you're off to the races. You thrust forward, not realizing only the tip of your peck is making it past Mom's feet to the other side. But it's all the better for you that way, the feel of her aged, motherly feet provide you with nothing but warmth, comfort, love, and a slippery passion that to your virgin dickie feels just like the ''real thing''. You begin to gasp and rasp, humping and losing yourself to the emotional fantasy of this romantic sex. Not once are you allowed to slip out. Your small dicklet tries to ruin this for you, being too lithe and short to hold good purchase //inside// her, Mom needs to work overtime to make sure you don't fall out. And she does, slapping down with wet, pussy-like plaps against your form with the bottoms of her feet as she makes certain you stay right where she wants you. <<if $playerStamina < 40>>With your withered sexual prowess, you can't control your orgasm. You whimper like a bitch, but Mom makes you feel like her special boy. She softly encourages you when she feels you beginning to orgasm. <<mom>>"Go on! Go on, sweetheart. Cum for Momma's feet. Go ahead and shoot your pew-pew. Oh wow, so fast, honey! Such a quickshooting stud for Momma's soles."<</mom>> The potent pleasure of a quick and overwhelming orgasm makes you blissful from scalp to toes. A thick and pleasant wave of warmth tingles your skin, and your prick works overtime to try and knock up your own mother's feet. Naturally, they aren't successful at more than making a mess of her toes and tummy. In exhausted wonderment, you collapse by her side, and are cuddled to sleep.<<else>>You whimper like a bitch, unable to find the strength to moan in a masculine manner. Your hips and back begin to feel sore, it's like you're actually fucking. And if you close your eyes and just feel it, you're between your Mom's thighs and not her feet. Unfortunately, it's only so long before you have to jizz. <<mom>>"Go on! Go on, sweetheart. Cum for Momma's feet. Go ahead and shoot your pew-pew. Oh wow, so deep, honey! Such a stud for Momma's soles."<</mom>> The potent pleasure of a quick and overwhelming orgasm makes you blissful from scalp to toes. A thick and pleasant wave of warmth tingles your skin, and your prick works overtime to try and knock up your own mother's feet. Naturally, they aren't successful at more than making a mess of her toes and tummy. In exhausted wonderment, you collapse by her side, and are cuddled to sleep.<</if>> [[Continue.|breakupmorning]]

Mom takes a moment to compose herself. She doesn't seem mad, she seems more embarrassed at herself. She leans over and gives your hair a brush back and your neck a soft grasp. <<mom>>"I understand completely, honey. I shouldn't get between you and $gfname. I'm sorry."<</mom>> You assure her it's okay, and as a sign to help get the mood back in order, she brushes her toes across your little peck. <<mom>>"Let's get that eager little guy some p-word, huh?" She laughs, moving a heel with her toe, guiding you to begin humping.<</mom>> Unable to bear the sensation of need, you can hardly debate her about it. You hunch over her used date-night heels like a dog humping a bitch, getting your small worm lined up against the plush sole of her shoe. You thrust from the heel down toward the toe, oozing out clear precum into the darkened valleys her arch, toes and footprints have made onto the material. The salty pre-excitement mixes together with the grit and sweat of your mother's musky feet. And as you look up to her to satisfy the need to connect and be one with her during this sexual experience, your entire vision is blotted out. She steps on your face, catching your nose between her toes and rubbing her sweaty, aged, motherly soles against your entire visage. The salt of perspiration brushes your lips and brings a tingle to them, your mouth watering as you find yourself instinctively huffing and making out with this gift she's given you. Her heel is loose, and you know best of all anything you slip your cocklet into is going to be loose, but this even more so. The grind of your cock's underside is stimulating enough, <<if $playerStamina > 40>>you need more. Mom obliges, perhaps taking pity on your needy little pigish grunting. She presses down, very lightly, with her other foot, the clench of her toes making a passage when brought down upon the heel, allowing you to actually fuck it. Perhaps to you it's a long time, but in reality, it is only a few moments before that divine feeling has you spurting semen across the underside of her footpad and the leather straps of her heel. You tell her you love her. <<mom>>"I love you too, my sweet boy. Such a good job, I'm so proud! You got it in so deep."<</mom>><<else>> and with your poor stamina, it's all you need. Mom goes to press down her toes against your pricky. You grunt like a pig, trying to pull out to make it last longer. The feeling of her warm, slick toes and the pressure they offer - no matter how gentle and loose - is too much. Squirting like a slut, your balls try knocking up your mother's heels before even a few moments have passed. <<mom>>"Did you... Oh, baby. Did you shoot all your junk out already? Hmph. Okay! It's fine, don't feel embarrassed. Not like she was going to cum any time soon!" She says, perhaps trying to be reassuring, perhaps teasing.<</mom>><</if>> [[Continue.|sleep]]

<<mom>>"Let's get that eager little guy some p-word, huh?" She laughs, moving a heel with her toe, guiding you to begin humping.<</mom>> Unable to bear the sensation of need, you can hardly debate her about it. You hunch over her used date-night heels like a dog humping a bitch, getting your small worm lined up against the plush sole of her shoe. You thrust from the heel down toward the toe, oozing out clear precum into the darkened valleys her arch, toes and footprints have made onto the material. The salty pre-excitement mixes together with the grit and sweat of your mother's musky feet. And as you look up to her to satisfy the need to connect and be one with her during this sexual experience, your entire vision is blotted out. She steps on your face, catching your nose between her toes and rubbing her sweaty, aged, motherly soles against your entire visage. The salt of perspiration brushes your lips and brings a tingle to them, your mouth watering as you find yourself instinctively huffing and making out with this gift she's given you. Her heel is loose, and you know best of all anything you slip your cocklet into is going to be loose, but this even more so. The grind of your cock's underside is stimulating enough, <<if $playerStamina > 40>>you need more. Mom obliges, perhaps taking pity on your needy little pigish grunting. She presses down, very lightly, with her other foot, the clench of her toes making a passage when brought down upon the heel, allowing you to actually fuck it. Perhaps to you it's a long time, but in reality, it is only a few moments before that divine feeling has you spurting semen across the underside of her footpad and the leather straps of her heel. The potent pleasure of a quick and overwhelming orgasm makes you blissful from scalp to toes. A thick and pleasant wave of warmth tingles your skin, and your prick works overtime to try and knock up your mom's shoe. Naturally, they aren't successful at more than making a mess of her footwear. You tell her you love her. <<mom>>"I love you too, my sweet boy. Such a good job, I'm so proud! You got it in so deep."<<else>> and with your poor stamina, it's all you need.<</mom>> Mom goes to press down her toes against your pricky. You grunt like a pig, trying to pull out to make it last longer. The feeling of her warm, slick toes and the pressure they offer - no matter how gentle and loose - is too much. Squirting like a slut, your balls try knocking up your mother's heels before even a few moments have passed. The potent pleasure of a quick and overwhelming orgasm makes you blissful from scalp to toes. Naturally, they aren't successful at more than making a mess of her footwear. <<mom>>"Did you... Oh, baby. Did you shoot all your junk out already? Hmph. Okay! It's fine, don't feel embarrassed. Not like she was going to cum any time soon!" She says, perhaps trying to be reassuring, perhaps teasing.<</mom>><</if>> In exhausted wonderment, you climb up upon the bed and collapse by her side, and are cuddled to sleep. [[Continue.|sleep]]

You wake up to the smell of cooking breakfast. Seems like waffles, by the smell of batter. And maybe even some breakfast sausages. You feel a weight between your legs, and your hand shoots between your thighs. Mom caged you back up while you were asleep... Rolling from the empty bed, you put on a few items of clothing and rub your bleary eyes. Mom, in naught but her underwear and a shirt, greets you with the wave of a spatula. <<mom>>"Hey! I had a little time this morning so I thought I'd cook you up something." After you thank her, she adds a little something. "Want to kiss your girlfriends good morning?"<</mom>> Your cage gets tighter, and like a cobra seduced by a flute, you stumble forward. Perhaps its the fog of waking, but you find yourself kneeling in the kitchen, giving a kiss to each of Mom's bare soles. She overs you one, and then the other, the grit of the floor and the infatuating mature musk of her feet settles into your addled mind. What a way to begin the day. <<mom>>"Remember the promise you made?" She asks as you stand, directing you to a plate she begins loading with breakfast. "Thank you so much, I know this will be a lot healthier for your romantic life. I just don't want my sweet boy to get hurt."<</mom>> <<if $cuck is true>>She kisses your cheek and ruffles your hair. <<mom>>"I promise these girls won't cheat on you behind your back. You and them are exclusive."<</mom>> You ask about the rest of her and she just laughs. <<mom>>"Don't be silly, $name! You made your pledge to them, not the rest of me. Guess you should have thought of that. I'm a free woman above the ankle."<</mom>><</if>> You mull things over, enjoying the bit of solace your meal gives. This is going to be difficult... ''This currently has no consequences. You will be free to pursue the girlfriend storyline regardless of the choice here.'' <<set $dayCounter += 1>>\ <<if ($dayCounter % 7) < 5>>\ <<set _psg to either( 'mommornshower', 'nicegftext', 'badgftext', 'regular', 'overslept', 'nuditybus', 'momcereal', 'metaldetected', )>>\ <<link 'Time for school!' _psg>><</link>>\ <<else>>\ [[It's the weekend! Finally!|weekend]] <</if>> <<set $late to false>> <<set $camePants to false>> <<set $chastity to true>>\ <<set $momDaycounter to $dayCounter>>\

The lipstick glides across your lips, and just like that, it's done. No harm at all, no pain, and you'll get $100 bucks for it. When you start up your stream, your regulars trickle in. The webcam goes up, and you begin your gaming and parasocial cultivating. Ingeniously, you thought to dim the lights in your room to make the lipstick a bit harder to see. Eventually, though, someone notices, and then the whole can of worms explodes. The chat flies by faster than you can read it. Emojis, pogs, +2s, -2s, the works. There is, seemingly, an outpouring of amused or supportive comments. You think you even spot a few compliments! But it's all too much, overwhelming and confusing. The feelings it elicits are more nerve-wracking than $100 dollars can cure, and as your viewer count spikes sharply, you realize that this is all online. It's all online, and it's your face. Imagine if someone from school sw! Even if the chance was minute, it was still a chance. Abruptly you end the stream, feeling just how hot your skin is from the nervous rush of blood to your face. A private message confirms a donation of $100. Success! <<if $late is false>>\ [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>>\ <<else>>\ [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>>\ <<set $viewers += Math.floor(Math.random() * 25) + 1>>\ ''Your current number of viewers is: <<print $viewers>>'' <<set $playerMoney += Math.floor(Math.random() * 30) + 1>>\ <<set $playerMoney += 100>>\ <<set $playerVidya to 8>>

Money or not, your pride... or your fear, is too great to slather lady's makeup all over your lips and show it to a stream of $viewers. You decide not to. The stream seems fine for a while, and everything is normal. However, quite suddenly, your viewership tanks! You got from nearly $viewers to half that, then to zero. You're streaming to crickets. What the hell... When you've had enough, and you're feeling quite sullen, you get ping from that same stranger. <<ceo>>"I am sorry to see you didn't agree to my request. Tonight has shown you what ignoring me could mean. In addition to lipstick, you need to experience a little penance. I would like an apology. Furthermore, you will stream with a buttplug in your hole, and prove it to me at the start and end of your show. You'll be reimbursed for the toy's cost. However, do not bother returning to this platform unless you are going to do it properly."<</ceo>> <<if $late is false>>\ [[Continue.|room2]] <<set $late to true>>\ <<else>>\ [[Continue.|sleep]] <</if>>\ <<set $playerVidya to 8>>

''That's all for now!'' <<return>>

Thank the divines for self-checkout. You ring yourself out with a small tube of lipstick. You feel like you're shoplifting it with how closely you clutch and hide it with every motion. [[Continue.|clothesstore]] <<set $hasLipstick to true>> <<set $playerMoney -= 5>>

You take a deep, big breath and try as delicately as possible to explain that your penis is locked up in chastity so that you behave like a good, subservient boy. Her cheeks become a little flush with red, nearly hidden by her sun-kissed tone. <<generic>>"You pervert." Her words come as a hiss from between pursed lips. "Come into my shop tryin' embarrass yourself so you can get your jollies off. Ain't you got any shame?"<</generic>> Your cheeks run red with that shame, and you instinctively go to cover your groin, not that she can detect the signs of arousal you can feel. <<generic>>"You're being serious. Sheesh. Tell ya what. Show me, and I'll consider it."<</generic>> <<if $chastity is true>> [[Agree to show her.|locksmithshow]] <<else>> Agree to show her. You're not locked. <</if>> [[That's too much.|locksmithnoshow]]

<<if $keys is 2>>\ You pay up, having spent way more on way less, happy to get a fresh new set. You slot the small key into the receptacle, and there is a small metal clunk as its taken inside. Then there is whirring. ''Grinding.'' //Snapping.// ''Cracking!'' Clutching the sides of the machine, you find yourself wiggling the machine. <<if $chastity is true>>The cage around your prick feels horribly tight, fear making it weigh ten times its actual weight.<</if>> Finally, the machine's awful sounds stop. <<generic>>"The hell did ya do!" The locksmith comes over just in time for the keypress to spit out the shattered remains of the key you fed it. "What's this?"<</generic>> It ate your key, the damn thing! <<generic>>"Well, no shit." She rips the other key from your hand, the final one you have. In her grip, it appears incredibly small. "Look at this wimpy little piece of trash you stuck in it! Didn't ya read any of the warnings?"<</generic>> She pins your final key between her thumb and index finger, squeezing it so hard in her iron grip you can see the cheap metal begin to bend. You try to grab it from her, feeling your eyes well with water in some horrible mix of fear and frustration. Panic clutches your heart, but all the locksmith has for you is mocking chuckles. <<generic>>"What the hell are ya sputtering about? No way a shitty little key like this locks up anything valuable. Lemme guess, it does up the lock on your diary, huh?"<</generic>> She flicks it back at you, the small item hitting your chest and clacking to the floor. <<generic>>"You break that damn machine you pay for it, ya hear?" She says as she walks back to the register.<</generic>> You swipe up your last, final remaining hope of release. A cold sweat has collected on your brow. You consider a retaliatory kick against the keypress, but not with her watching. [[Continue.|locksmithmall]] <<set $keys to 1>> <<set $playerMoney -= 5>> <<else>>\ You pay up, having spent way more on way less, happy to get a fresh new set. You slot the small key into the receptacle, and there is a small metal clunk as its taken inside. Then there is whirring. ''Grinding.'' //Snapping.// ''Cracking!'' Clutching the sides of the machine, you find yourself wiggling the machine. <<if $chastity is true>>The cage around your prick feels horribly tight, fear making it weigh ten times its actual weight.<</if>> Finally, the machine's awful sounds stop. <<generic>>"The hell did ya do!" The locksmith comes over just in time for the keypress to spit out the slightly bent key you fed it. "What's this?"<</generic>> It almost ate your key, the damn thing! <<generic>>"Well, no shit." She takes the other key from your dispenser, the final one you have. In her grip, it appears incredibly small. "Look at this wimpy little piece of trash you stuck in it! Didn't ya read any of the warnings?"<</generic>> She pins your final key between her thumb and index finger, squeezing it so hard in her iron grip you can see the cheap metal begin to bend. You try to grab it from her, feeling your eyes well with water in some horrible mix of fear and frustration. Panic clutches your heart, but all the locksmith has for you is mocking chuckles. <<generic>>"What the hell are ya sputtering about? No way a shitty little key like this locks up anything valuable. Lemme guess, it does up the lock on your diary, huh?"<</generic>> She flicks it back at you, the small item hitting your chest and clacking to the floor. <<generic>>"You break that damn machine you pay for it, ya hear?" She says as she walks back to the register.<</generic>> You swipe up your last, final remaining hope of release. A cold sweat has collected on your brow. You consider a retaliatory kick against the keypress, but not with her watching. [[Continue.|locksmithmall]] <<set $playerMoney -= 5>> <</if>>

Cass directs you behind the counter to the storage part of the shop. It's a tight little space, after all this is a mall store front. Square footage is at a premium. She closes the door behind you, but not entirely. There is seclusion here, but not comfort. You're squeezed between this big ox of a woman, and tall boxes of who-knows-what. She looks down at you, arms crossed under her bust, waiting. Cass doesn't need to reiterate what she wants from you, just to stare you into submission. So, eventually, when you muster the courage, you flip down your pants and $underwear and show her your cage. <<generic>>"Wahahaha!" Immediately, Cass breaks into an obscenely caustic laugh. Her southern accent makes every sharp note of 'joy' sting all the more.<</generic>> It's a knee-slapper, literally, Cass taking up what little room there was to gesticulate her laughter with a strike to her thigh. <<generic>>"Mah gawd, ain't never seen a pecker like that, not all set up in a bird cage like that."<</generic>> You quickly tug your pants back up, and she wipes away some tears. Now that you've been thoroughly giggled at, you ask again if she'd help you pick the lock. <<generic>>"Oh, hell no. I would never. Whoever put you in that thang knows what to do with your lil woody better than me."<</generic>> You don't have the heart to tell her it's <<if $keyholder is 1>>yourself<<elseif $keyholder is 2>>your school councilor<<elseif $keyholder is 3>>your mom<<elseif $keyholder is 4>>your girlfriend<<elseif $keyholder is 5>>a work friend<</if>>. [[Continue.|locksmithmall]]

<<generic>>"Fine by me, metal-pecker."<</generic>> [[Continue.|locksmithmall]]

Thank the divines for self-checkout. You ring yourself out with a small single pair of panties. You feel like you're shoplifting it with how closely you clutch and hide it with every motion. [[Continue.|clothesstore]] <<set $hasMompanties to true>> <<set $playerMoney -= 5>>