Unity City Stories: Bim.exe (Patreon)

 -- Two Days Ago --
- Countdown: 07:00:05 -
- Exposure Count: 0 -

Eva Stevens was working late. Eva Stevens was always working late. She was something of a workaholic, she admitted as much herself. But then, she'd say that in a job like hers, you needed to be. After all, she was an insurance investigator in Unity City. The paperwork on completely legitimate claims alone was enough to blot out the sun on most days - once you started counting on the many, many attempts people made at defrauding their providers...

Seriously, you wouldn't believe how many people didn't realize they'd need an 'act-of-supervillany' policy until it was too late. Mind blowing, it really was.

It was a suspected fraudulent claim that kept her in the office tonight, actually. Suspected, because the original paperwork hadn't seemed too out of the ordinary, but a call from an anonymous informant had made her go back and double check. On closer inspection, she had found it a little suspicious - the client claimed that the damage to their property has been done by a water-powered hero battling some villain down the street, but the damage did seem to be more localized than Eva would have expected from something like that. Indeed, it looked more like the battle had taken place inside the property itself, which would require a different policy - and quite possibly a call to the police, since then the client was probably a villain or an associate of one trying to get funds to repair their lair.

The informant had promised to send her evidence that would prove the claim was a fake - which was what she was waiting on now. The rest of her day's work had been finished an hour ago, and if that email didn't arrive in the next ten minutes, she'd be heading home regardless. There was only so many times one could play Angry Candy on your phone in one sitting.

Of course, no sooner had she decided that than her computer beeped and flashed up a notice. A new email had arrived. About time.

She finished up her current level (987! God, she needed to get out more) and then grabbed her mouse, clicking over to her mail box. 'Info files' seemed like a promising enough title. The text of the message was short and to the point:

Here's all the files I could find. Take a look, they should have what you need. - Concerned Citizen.

Eva rolled her eyes, but checked the attached files over. A quick virus scan said they were clean. Good enough. She downloaded them onto a flash-drive and took a quick look at what she had. Hmm, a few documents of similar claims filled by the same client, some pictures, a few clips of security footage, and - huh. What was that?

Curious, her mouse pointer drifted over the mystery file - just called 'file'? Had it been misnamed? - and she must have clicked it or something, because suddenly her screen was filled with bright colors and pink swirls. Soft, bubbly music piped up over her speakers. Surprised, she started searching for a way to close this... whatever it was, but half way to the red x, she paused. This was actually kind of... nice. Relaxing. The music was sweet and charming, and the visuals drew her gaze like a magnet. She could feel all of her stress and worries falling away into the pink spiral...

Eva wasn't sure how long she sat there. Eventually she came back to herself to find that she was starting at a black screen. Had... had her computer gone to sleep? Huh... Weird error. Well, she was done for the night anyway.

A little confused, but not dwelling on it, the insurance agent packed up her things - including her flash drive, just in case she wanted to do a little research at home - and headed for the door. After a long day like this, she felt good and ready to get a little shut-eye.

- 06:20:34 -

Traffic was pretty light on the streets, strangely. She must have been working even later than she'd thought. Oh well, it made for an easier trip. It wasn't like there was anyone waiting for her at home, sadly. She and her last boyfriend had gone their separate ways over a month ago, and with work she just hadn't found time to look for someone new.

No need to dwell on that though. Look on the positive side! Indeed, she made the journey back to her apartment in almost record time. And since tomorrow was a day off, she could afford to stay up a bit later than usual, maybe watch a movie on Primeflix or something. Nothing too extreme, she'd still have to go through some paperwork tomorrow (she was never going to get a real day off if she wanted to keep on top of things) but she could have a little fun.

Such was her thinking that led to her sitting on her bed in her button up pjs (shut up, they were comfortable!) laptop sitting on her knees. Maybe the latest action film? She was ready for a bit of mindless fluff to get her mind off all the work she'd have to do tomorrow!

Oh, but thinking about work, she had to make sure her flash drive had copied everything across right. Once she'd lost half a day's work to file corruption, and ever since she'd been pretty meticulous about backing everything up. It wouldn't take long, just slide the drive in, copy the folders over to her hard drive, make sure all the files were-

Pink filled her vision. Familiar spirals filled her screen, and that same relaxing music began to play one more. Eva blinked slowly, her surprise fading into relaxed acceptance faster than before. A soft smile spread across her face, before her lips parted, and her jaw went slack. She just wanted to relax... Enjoy...

After a while - she had no idea how long, her tranced out little mind couldn't even think of tracking the time - she began to feel strange. Funny. Some new sensation was creeping into her thoughts, distracting her from the spiral like an itch. An urge she needed to scratch. Something to do with her ti- her breasts?

Absently, her hands rose up and began to unbutton her top. It was a fairly automatic process, and soon the garment was hanging open, her chest exposed to her wandering hands. If she'd been in a state to notice anything strange, she might have been aware of the fact that her grasping hands had more to grab hold of tonight. She'd never been particularly blessed in the cleavage department, but right now her breasts seemed to be a full cup-size bigger!

But she didn't notice that. Instead, she only realized how good it felt to grope her breast-flesh tonight! They were so sensitive! No sooner had her hands found them than they had begun to massage, fondling and squeezing her oh-so-sensitive boobs with wild abandon (though her eyes remained locked on the spiral, of course). A pinch to her nipples was almost enough to make her cum on the spot!

Naturally, within moments the feelings in her breasts had stirred needs between her legs. She couldn't even think of a time she had ever felt this horny before - not that she could think that well at the moment anyway. It wasn't long at all before  a dark stain of arousal was starting to show through her long-legged pj bottoms. Eventually, the need was great enough that she managed to tear one hand away from her chest, and thrust it into her pants, fingers pumping into her needy snatch while her legs spread wide. The laptop fell down onto the bed, blocking her vision for a moment - but that didn't matter. She could still hear it loud and clear.

She came, juices turning her pjs into a sodden mess as she moaned in blissful satisfaction. It felt so goood...

So good, in fact, that as her eyes refocused on the spiral, and the music continued to play... her fingers began to stroke, and tweak, and pinch, and all too soon she was panting and moaning and well on her way to a second climax. And then a third... and a fourth...

The chain only ended when she finally, finally fell asleep, a satisfied smile resting on her lips. Her body was hot and sticky from sweat and... other reasons, and her sheets really would need changing in the morning.

The laptop continued to play the file until its batteries forced it to shut down.

---

-- One Day Ago --
- Countdown: 02:20:27 -
- Exposure Count: 2 -

Eva woke up as sunlight began to peak out under the the shades on her window. She yawned cutely, and sat up to rub the dust from her eyes. Hmm. Weird. Her top had come undone during the night? And... it was pink? Hadn't her pajamas been blue last night? Huh...

Thinking about it, though, last night was rather... fuzzy. Eva couldn't really remember what she'd gotten up to. Maybe she'd pulled on a different set when she went to bed? Whatever, it wasn't a big deal. She felt full of energy and weirdly satisfied. Time to get up!

Her morning shower provided a couple of surprises. Wow, had her breasts been this big before? She was sure they hadn't filled her palms this much last time she'd washed up! Her size was supposed to be B-cup, but these felt like a large C... And... were those streaks of blonde in her dark brown hair? What the hell? Had someone been messing with her shampoo or something?

The changes were odd, but when she got dressed her bra fit just fine, and none of her clothes felt any tighter... And it was just a few stands of hair. Sometimes you got odd streaks like that. Consoled by the apparent evidence, she left her worries in the bathroom, and went to get dressed for her morning jog - the perfect thing to wake her up properly before she got to work!

She clothed herself in her usual sensible running gear - gray sweatpants and top, and a pair of white sneakers with airy socks - and grabbed her mPod from it's charging socket hooked up to her laptop. Huh... had she left the computer on all night again? It was completely dead. With an eyeroll, she plugged it in to charge, put her headphones in her ears, and set off out the door. There was a park just down the road that she liked to jog around each morning to warm up for the day...

And to begin with, things went well. Eva found herself just full of energy today, setting a good pace right away. She ran properly - not too fast, not too slow, her arms pumping up and down to give her good rhythm. The park air was fresh, and she smiled and nodded at other joggers she passed on the path going in the opposite direction. It was a lovely start to her day.

Then her mPod skipped a little, and a new tune began to play through her headphones.

'Huh,' she thought, frowning. 'That's weird. I don't remember putting this song on here...'

Scratch that, she didn't remember this song at all. But somehow it seemed familiar, despite that. Listening to it, she felt a wave of relaxation washing over her, and a strange, but pleasant, little tingle between her thighs. Hmm.

Her hand stopped half way to get music player as she decided to simply let the track play. It was nice enough, and maybe she'd recognize it if she listened for a bit.

Her choice made, Eva began to jog forward again, a smile on her face. So distracted was she trying to figure out where she knew this song from, that she started to miss a few things going on in the world around her.

Like the way her breasts seemed to swell and grow with every bounce as she jogged down the path...

Like the way her gray top started to strain and tighten around her expanding assets for a moment, before the changes swept over it as well, and the fabric began to shift to accommodate her...

Like the way that the scenery was starting to slow down around her as her jogging became less determined, her arms gradually dropping down to her sides, legs hiking up lower and lower... until really, she was just walking...

Like the way her confident stride was becoming a confident swagger, her hips swaying too and fro with each step...

Like the way that each sway seemed to plump up her behind, stretching the hemline of her leggings until just like her top, they too began to change...

Like the way her trainers, not to be left out, began to morph as well...

Or, like the way that more and more blonde hairs were starting to weave themselves through her dark mane...

She missed all of these things. But the main thing she missed was the slightly busty woman who jogged into the park in simple, dowdy running clothes, who exited it with boobs twice the size of those she'd been hefting, wearing a tight white blouse with plenty of missing buttons that did its humble best to show off her aforementioned cleavage, and a short black mini-skirt which barely covered her swaying bubble butt as she strutted off down the road back home in a pair of black 6 inch pumps.

No, the song was far too distracting for her to notice something like that.

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- Countdown: 01:00:43 -
- Exposure Count: 3 -

With an enthusiastic jiggle, Evie returned to her apartment building, all but skipping up the stairs. The song continued to play in her ears on the way up, only stopping when she turned her mPod off as she stepped through her front door, more out of habit than any other reason.

Wow! She felt totally amazing! What a great workout! Now she was all fired up and- Huh?

Evie blinked and looked down, her blindly searching hands unable to find her pocket to put her music player away again, since, unknown to her, her pockets had been replaced by a cute little clip-on bag hanging from her skirt. But she didn't see that when her eyes swung down. Instead, her vision was greeted by a pair of mountains that she most certainly hadn't woken up with!

"Wha- Wha- What the hell?" She gasped, her eyes going wide. "Like, what's going on?"

Her mPod clattered to the floor, her headphones falling with it, as she hesitantly reached up and poked at her boobs. Were these... real?

Oh!

Ohhhmnnnn, yeeesss, they were definitely real. Oh wow...

With not an inconsiderable amount of effort, Evie managed to pull her hands away from her tits - no, her breasts. Like, why was she thinking of them like that? - before she soaked through her panties. Good Lord! What on earth has happened to her?

Stunned, she stumbled over to a full length mirror, somehow walking perfectly despite her towering heels. What she saw there...

That was not Evelyn Stevens. Apart from maybe some basic similarities in her face, she didn't look anything like the professional insurance investigator that had cracked dozens of fraud cases. She looked like... like...

A bimbo...

Swallowing hard, Evie tried to take a deep breath and stay calm. The fact that doing so made her chest bounce and jiggle even more did not help. But she needed to think of a plan. She needed to undo whatever had happened to her, the sooner the better! But, like...

How? She didn't even know what had caused this! She'd gone from respectable looking business woman to.. to... to some sort of totally hot looking slut! Who did you even call about that? A doctor? She felt fine, just... bigger and jigglier. The police maybe? 'Hey Mr. Police man, I think someone gave me a boob job and a slutty makeover while I was jogging in the park.' Bleh. This definitely seemed like some weird kind of villain plot. Maybe she could call a hero! She knew a few from her job, and some were, like, really cute...

Nnnng... this was... This was just too much! Everything felt so confusing today! Her head was spinning, and her mind felt so sluggish.. She needed to think this through calmly. She just needed to distract herself a little, take time to think.

Her reflection pouted, her eyes looking lost and kinda dumb. It fit with her outfit.

Right, that was it then. The first thing Evie was doing was getting out of these clothes! That would make her feel like a real woman again instead of some kind of sex toy, give her time to calm down. Yeah. That was a good plan.

She retreated to her bedroom, kicking her new heels off with some force. Her skirt - short enough that she was tempted to think of it more like a belt - dropped to the floor a moment later. Pulling off her shirt was a bit more delicately done, and even so she still couldn't help but gasp as the fabric rolled over her sensitive flesh, but soon enough that too was laying in a heap on the floor.

After that she paused, giving her underwear a quick look - which, in the case of her panties, meant bending over so she could see past her tits - and decided that while they were a bit more provocative than she'd like, all black lace and frills, she didn't have anything else that would fit her new proportions. She'd have to keep them for now. At least she could cover them up. Speaking of which...

She took longer than she wanted picking out a new outfit. Part of it was just stress, she was sure. This situation was just so bizarre, she was having trouble focusing on anything. Like her thoughts were getting all tangled up in her head, slowing her mind down bit by bit. But another part, one she didn't want to admit to, was her fighting off the desire to make her new outfit, like, totally cute! She didn't know where the urge came from, but it was completely against the point!

Eventually she settled on something easy. A plain, comfy t-shirt, and a pair of slacks. Simple and concealing, right?

At least, they were supposed to be. The slacks did fine until they got stuck half way around her generous ass, driving her to jump up and down to try to force herself into them - which she eventually managed, with only a few minor ripping sounds. The fact that her bra didn't snap during the process was a minor miracle. Of course, then came the t-shirt, and this time no amount of jumping was going to help. By the time she'd managed to get her head and arms through it and pulled it down as far as it would go (and quite possibly staining her pants in the process of doing so), all she'd done was discover new meaning to the term 'underboob'.

Evie growled, and then tried to ignore how cute she sounded. She was going to get this shirt over her boobs if it was the last thing she ever did! They weren't that big! Gritting her teeth, she reached up with both hands and pulled!

Only to gasp with surprise when the cloth gave way easily, without even tearing. Yes!

Wait.

No! Wait, what?!?

The shirt pulled down, shifting and growing as it did. In moments, it sat comfortably wrapped around Evie's enormous tits... but it was anything but covering. The cloth seemed somehow thinner, and the neckline had plunged, and most of the back had thinned so much that it was little more than a strap around the back of her neck...

It certainly didn't feel like it was concealing anything anymore.

Panicking again, Evie bent over to look at her pants - only to find they'd undergone the same process. They'd shrunk down all the way, until really there was no way to call them anything but shorts now. And short shorts, at that.

"H-how the hell?!" Her voice was cracking as she screeched. What was this? Magic? Super nanites? Illusions? Whatever was going on, she needed help, stat! Where had she left her phone... aha!

Digits racing, afraid that whatever had happened to her clothes might happen to the rest of her stuff if she waited too long, she flipped open her phone and-

The screen lit up with a pink spiral, rather than the number pad she'd been expecting, and music that just seemed so wonderfully familiar began to play over its speakers...

Evie always kept her phone synced with her laptop's wifi, after all, just to make sure she could access her files at any time. Of course, as her mind descended back into dreamy pink oblivion, and a vapid smile returned to her face, there was only one file that she would be accessing for the foreseeable future.

---

- Countdown: 00:04:30 -
- Exposure Count: 4 -

When Evi came back to herself, she was kneeling on the floor, one of her hands was up under her skirt, and in the other her phone was ringing. She stared blankly at it, a small frown growing on her face as she tried to work out what it meant. Her mind felt all sticky and gummed up, and she was having a tricky time making it work the way she was used to-do ah! She remembered now!

She pressed the button to answer the call, and lifted the phone to her ear, suppressing a giggle. She could be so silly sometimes! "Like, hey?" She half greeted, half asked, not noticing how much higher her voice sounded. Who could be calling her today?

"Eva? Is that you?"

"Omigod, Jamie, is that you? Hiiii, what's up?" Evi perked up immediately, recognizing the voice of one of her colle- her colo- one of her friends from work! One of her cute friends~ Absently she pulled her fun little fingers out of her dripping cunt and began playing with her long, smooth blond hair as she pressed her phone against her ear. Heehee, she couldn't fuck herself while she was on the phone! But she could totally think about Jamie fucking her~

"Uh, yeah, it's me. I was calling about the Pearson case you said you had a lead on..."

"The wha?" Pearson case? Huh... that did ring a bell, kinda? Like, at the back of her head, Evi could remember something about it, but...

"The Pearson case? Yesterday you were saying you'd got an anonymous tip. Possible villain activity? Are you remembering any of this?"

"Sounds totally boring," the blond shrugged, not even realizing the man she was talking to couldn't see her. As she spoke, she got up, wandering back into the front room. "I dunno, I guess I remember a lil'bit? But it's all, like, super dull stuff. Lame."

There was a pause. Evi checked her nails - nice and long, with the prettiest pink nail polish! Huh, when had she had that done again?

Then Jamie was talking again. "Eva, are you okay? You sound really... off."

"Huh?" What a weird question! "Me? I'm great! I feel, like, super duper! Better than ever! And..."

She trailed off. In her travels, she'd come across her full length mirror from before, and the hot babe contained within! For a moment she was tempted to strike a sexy pose, but then...

But then she remembered everything weird that had happened! Her body! Her clothes! And now she was even acting, like, super funny. What was with that?

"Omigod, Jamie, I totally just remembered! You gotta, like, help me or something! I'm turning into a totally hot bimbo!"

"... What?"

Rgh! Why did he have to be so dumb? She needed help, like, super quick!

"It's, like, been happening since I woke up this morning, y'know? My hair is all pretty and blond, and my boobs are, like, amazing, and my tummy's all flat an' smooth and my ass is just-"

"Okay, okay, stop! I get the idea!" Jamie interrupted, making her pout again. Didn't he want to hear about her awesome hot bod? "Just... stay there. I'm coming round. Just try not to do anything until I get there, okay?"

"Okay~" Letting him handle all the worrying and fixing stuff sounded sooooo much easier.

"Good. I won't be long." Evi nodded and set her phone down after he'd hung up, feeling much better. Jamie could sort it all out - he was a very clever guy! After all, he knew where she was even though she hadn't told him! How smart was that?

---

Jamie really wasn't very long at all, just like he'd said, though Evi had no idea how long he'd actually taken. She hadn't exactly been looking at any clocks - she'd been having far too much fun checking herself out in the mirror. Striking sexy poses, making her boobs jiggle... She had no idea where her bra had gone (nor her panties, come to mention it) but she could see her nipples poking out under her top, and figured it was a good look, so she didn't really care. Her hair was completely blond now, through and through, and stretched right down to her fine round ass.

Checking all of herself out had made for a fun wait.

Jamie - or James, as she remembered calling him normally, was a relatively young man in his mid twenties, still in good shape, with dark hair and a handsome face. Even today he was wearing a dark suit over a white shirt - did he not have the day off? Plus he was a good bit taller than her, even in her heels (huh, hadn't they been about the same height before?) so when she flung herself into his arms as he arrived, she found herself nestled quite comfortably against his chest.

"Woah, Eva, you weren't kidding!"

"I knoooww, right?" She spoke into his chest, pressing her breasts flat up against him, before wiggling so she could look up at him with puppy dog eyes. "Someone's totally trying to bimbofy me, right?"

Her nodded, one of his arms wrapping around her waist protectively, making her swoon a little, while his other hand gently explored her body. He lifted up her hair, stroked down her back, patted her ass (that made her giggle) and ran his fingers along the inside of her legs. They came back glistening with dew, of course. "Yeah, definitely. They've done a pretty good job of it too. You're one hot piece of ass, Evi." She blushed. D'awh, he said the nicest things! "But I don't think your head is quite finished, is it? You're still thinking in there, aren't you?"

She nodded eagerly, pleased that Jamie was picking up the situation so fast. At this rate he'd definitely be able to help her!

He didn't let her down. "Don't worry. I know just how to fix you," he said, patting her golden head.

She squealed and hugged him tight. "Yay! Awesome! How do we do that?"

"Well," he said, pulling something out of his pocket. "It's a pretty complicated technique..."

---

A few minutes later, Evi was bent over her kitchen counter, her boobs pressing down against the tiled surface through her top, her legs spread and firmly planted on the ground. This was the position Jamie said she had to be in to fix her, for some reason. He hasn't been sure if she needed to be naked or not for it, but after checking out her outfit he'd said she could keep it on, so she had. She wanted this done as fast as possible, after all! And since she didn't have any ideas how to stop what was happening to her, she was going to do everything Jamie said, without fail!

Even - and she'd found this weird, but he'd insisted it was needed - wearing the earphones he'd brought with him, so she could listen to the music on his mPod. She'd offered to just use hers, but he'd said it was special music, and he wasn't sure she'd have the right tracks. So whatever.

Jamie was such a sweetheart. Doing all this to help her. He'd even flipped up her skirt and put his hands on her bare hips to keep her steady! What a guy~

"So, like..." she tried to turn her head to look back, but it was kind of hard in this position, and she could only really see him out of the corner of her eye. "What do we do next?"

"Well," Jamie said, patting her ass, "next I'll need to ask you a few questions - then when we're done, we can fix you properly. Alright? Try to answer as honestly as you can!"

"Kay~" She smiled and turned back to look ahead, wiggling her behind just to make sure she had his attention. She was pretty sure she'd felt something poking her through her pants a few times while they were getting ready, and if they weren't in such a hurry, she'dve totally tried to get him to.. well. Giggle

"Okay, first question. Evi, do you remember a lady called HackenMaiden?"

The blond put a finger to her pouty lips. "Umm..."

"Think hard now."

"Uh... Oh yeah! That mean old super-villain lady!"

"Good girl! You managed to put a stop to one of her schemes, remember that?"

That needed a few more moments of heavy thought. Her memories were so fuzzy! But eventually... "Oh yeah! She was, like, trying to rob her own stores and junk, right? And claim all the money back as her secret identity!"

"Very good!" That drew a proud giggle from Evi. It had been hard, but they hadn't managed to turn her into a bimbo yet! "You were the one that found her out and exposed her to the police. You got her arrested, remember that?"

"Hmm... Yeah, I think so." She nodded. That sounded about right.

"Well, she went to jail. So she's probably pretty upset, don't you think?" She nodded. Made sense. "And she probably wants revenge, don't you think?"

Evi blinked, thinking it over. It took a while. "Huh, you think so?" She asked, once again trying to look over her shoulder.

"Yeah, I think so," James said. "So, just imagine she figures out who got her caught. And she wants that revenge of hers. But she's still in jail, you know, so she can't really do anything. But she does he research, and she keeps an eye on that lady who found her out - and then she has an idea. Following me so far?"

"Um... like, I think so?" He was talking a little quickly for her, and she wasn't sure she got all of it, but she wanted him to fix her already, so...

"Well, this idea is she hears about a neat little program that can turn nosy investigators into bimbos-"

"Oh, like me!" Evi raised her head, happy to have caught that.

"That's right Evi, exactly like you! Well done. So, this woman, she can't really make sure her target will be affected by the program from jail, right? So she checks around, and she finds out that that nosy little investigator just managed to steal a raise from one of her co-workers... and that she's first in line for the promotion that he wants..."

"Huh..." Evi was trying to pay attention, she really was, but this was getting kinda long, and boring. Still... "Oh! Kinda like that promotion coming up where we work?"

"Yep! Well, where I work. I think you'll be moving to a different career pretty soon."

"Huh?" That comment, she didn't get at all.

"Don't worry about it." Oh, okay. She nodded and turned back to look straight ahead again, relieved.

"Well, suppose all that happened. And that super-villain sent that co-worker her plan to get revenge on the investigator - along with a hefty bribe. And he went along with it, because he always thought that nosy bitch of an investigator needed taking down a few pegs. What would you think of that?"

Hmmm. She had a feeling something about this question was important. Something about the way Jamie said it - no, more than that! She had a nagging feeling in her head, too, that she really needed to work this one out! Hmmmmmm!

She pondered, pressing a long nailed finger against her cheek. "Mmm.. Um... Ah!" Then finally, she had an answer. " Well, like, if you say that lady is a bitch, then I bet she totally has it coming!" She smiled brightly.

For some reason, that made Jamie laugh. Laugh a lot. She giggled along with him. "You know," he said at last, "I think you're right. Well done, you answered them all correctly."

"Oh!" She bounced a little on her feet. "So are you going to fix me now?"

"Oh yes," he said, his voice husky. "I'm going to fix you good and proper."

"Yay~" She cheered. "So what do we do n-OH!"

That was as far as she got before something long and firm thrust itself between her lower lips. All of her questions instantly fled, her curiosity utterly consumed by pleasure as it spread through her like water through a sponge. It was so much better than her fingers - so much better than anything she'd ever felt before - even other guys! Another thrust, and her strength abandoned her, her arms giving out and forcing her to lay her head against the kitchen counter, a dopey smile on her face. All she cared about was the pleasure - if her head was any more empty, she'd probably be drooling.

Then the headphones in her ears jumped to life, spewing that wonderful relaxing song she knew so well, and drool began to pool on the tiles beneath her head.

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- Countdown: 00:00:00 -
- Exposure Count: 5 -

She woke up with a cock in her ass. She giggled, and pushed herself into it, enjoying her fucking. She didn't know who owned the dick inside her, her memory was, like, a giant pink fluffy cloud of nothingness, but she didn't care - getting fucked was awesome~

The guy came pretty quickly once she was taking part, and once he pulled out of her she got to see what he looked like. He was a hunk! He said his name was James, and that she was his bimbo fuck slut! Yay! That sounded like the best thing ever!

He asked her what she remembered, and when she shrugged, asked her if she even remembered her own name. She tried to think about it, but thinking was just, like, super hard, y'know, and she gave up quickly. So he gave her a new name! How nice of him!

He said her name was Pet, and she could call him master when other people weren't around. That felt right to her. Of course, she was just a stupid cunt, so anything sounded right to her!

After that he'd bundled her up and taken her to his car - a nice one with tinted windows. He'd stuffed her into the passenger side, then thrown something in the trash before getting in himself. When she asked, he said it was just a music player he didn't need anymore. Then he'd said he could think of better things for her mouth to do than talking, and unzipped his flies.

She'd been only too happy to help with a great idea like that.

Still, she was a bit worried about the future - what if there was a time when Master didn't want to use her like the fuckdoll she was? But before she'd left the apartment she'd woken up in, she'd grabbed something that'd keep her entertained. It was a cute little phone! And she was sure it had the latest Angry Candy on it - for some reason, she just knew it!

And later, when Master was asleep, maybe she could play with it, give it a new ring-tone or something. She had the most awesomest, catchiest, relaxingest song stuck in her head...