"FUCK NO!"

You yank open the door bare assed and boiling mad. Slade surprised, steps back as you scream, "YOU DON'T GET TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO! NEW'S FLASH, FUCKBOI! I'M ALREADY A BIMBOI! SO YOU CAN BARELY HURT ME! YOU CAN'T RUIN MY LIFE WORSE THAN IT ALREADY HAVE! AND IF YOU TRY, I'LL PROBABLY JUST GET A BONER! BUT I CAN SLIP SOME SISSY SEED IN YOUR SODA AND YOU'LL GO FROM TIGHT END TO WIDE RECEIVER! NOW FUCK OFF WHILE I GO TRY TO FIX OUR MISTAKES!"

You've never seen a stud so scared. Slade looks like he literally might, "Shiiiiit!" Slade simpers as he runs out of the room, clutching the seat of his pants and taking a pungent scent of shit behind him. You hear the surprising sound of applause and turn to see the bimbois you gave the bimbug to last night.

They remember who they are applauding and suddenly stop. All but Samantha who slowly realizes her mistake and blushes and hides her hands behind your back. You look them over, regretfully remembering their new names what you did to them.

Bunny the bottle blonde and tanned looking beach bimboi glowers at you. Greta the glasses wearing geek gurl growls. You remember them clear as day, but the rest are a bit blurrier. You can't make things right if you can't even remember how you fucked up, so you rack your memory.

Sasha! A dark skinned debutante that towers over you, but looks timid and trembly. You suppose it shouldn't come as a shock since she used to be a defensive lineman named Shaun until she fucked you. You didn't even try to turn him, he must have just gotten in his own head after seeing what you did to poor little...

Polly! A petite princess with pornographic proportions. He used to be Paul, a pale Princeton tracked preppy. Slade figured he didn't stand a chance with you anyway, so he held the snob down while you slide your shaft down his throat until you spurted.

Which leaves the 'best' for last...Abigail. The only one you might not be totally to blame for. She was already wearing her sister's stolen silk panties when she took her turn. Hell, she begged you to breed her and now she looks radiant and ravishing. Who knows, she might even thank you for your help?

Six lives...

Seven if you count yours.

And a million choices between you and helping any of them...

But you can take it one at a time.

The only question that you have to make now is...

Who do you help first?

(Hi! This was a highly experimental branch for me. See, bad ends can be squirmy and sexy, but I don't like them. In real life, we can always make a better choice and start over having learned our lesson. So I wanted to explore that a little. That said, these chapters are harder to write the longer they go, so I'm asking for lots of comments and likes to keep me going if you enjoy them, and I will continue the rest of the branches as I go. Thanks!)