(Upgrade: Level 2, YES, DEAR)

Yeah... Michelle.

She has my full- well, most of my focus tomorrow. I should just upgrade her to make Sunday more fun.

So... which one will it be?

YES, DEAR or I'M SO SORRY BABY?

...Well, I should probably go further with the housewife-complex. It fit my plans better, plus it's evolution was already well under way. A little more costlier option, but I had more than enough points to spare.

And... there. Upgraded.

New text appeared on her trait.

YES, DEAR

Doing traditional housewife duties for the user gives the subject **** sexual arousal. For example, cleaning the user’s house, washing their laundry, cooking their food, etc.

L1 Upgrade: If the user scolds the subject for doing their housewife duties poorly, the subject will feel the critique almost as if it was physical pain and/or nausea. The size of the pain is based on the size of the critique. However, if the user praises the subject for doing good housework, then the effect is reversed. The subject will feel immense, almost orgasmic pleasure with each word. If no orgasm lock is active, the subject might even orgasm on the spot.

L2 Upgrade: The subject will become addicted to doing housewife duties for the user, and also addicted to getting praised for doing them. Going 24 hours without doing any housewife duties will make the subject unhappy, miserable and unable to think clearly. In other words, the subject will experience withdrawal symptoms. In **** cases, the subject can even feel physical pain. The subject will feel withdrawal symptoms from not getting praised by the user as well, but the symptoms for this take at least 48 hours to appear.

Hmm... okay. So this wouldn't be an instant effect, more of a slow burn.

I won't get to enjoy this tomorrow, but definitely very soon after that.

I mean... Soon she won't be able to live without being my domesticated little house-****. And more than that... She will be beyond **** to do good work. To please me. Just to hear me tell her what a good little wifey she is.

Actually... This was pretty much all I could have ever wanted for her future.

The app definitely had an inkling about what my ultimate fantasy life would be like.

Maybe this whole thing was made just for my singular pleasure. It sometimes felt like that.

Then again, the app mentioned other users. Their complaints and stuff.

I still had no idea how to even make a complaint.

Funnily enough, any time the app or traits changed after some complaint, it was right after I had noticed issues or problems... with them...

...

Wait a minute...

...Was I...

No, it couldn't-

Of course.

I was a fucking moron.

That's the reason there was no actual complaint box or anything like that in the app.

It didn't need one.

How could I forget a simple, most important fact about this thing?

It was fucking magical.

Or technology beyond all human comprehension.

It was able to change people's mind and thinking at the push of a button. It had to be telepathic or... something like that.

So, obviously...

It could read my mind.

It knew when I had a complaint.

And then... It would make changes if it felt they were justified.

Wait...

Did it change everytime I wanted it to?

...No, I don't believe so.

Yeah, I definitely didn't want to lose the ability to cause instant orgasms... But, then again, the app didn't make that change because of "complaints".

Were there... "complaints", from multiple people? Or did the app just mean my... complaints?

Damn. I couldn't remember every instance this happened. But... if it only changed after my complaints...

There was still a possibility I was the only one in the world using this.

But... What would that mean? Could I use this knowledge to my benefit somehow?

...

...All this pondering was still pretty pointless, though.

Even if there were others... I had no way of finding out who they were.

I needed to let this go for now. This wasn't leading me anywhere useful.

Lana and Gretchen still stood in front of me. Dried up cum and drool covering their naked bodies.

"Both of you... I'm allowing you to speak again."

Some tension left their faces, but they still stood quietly in attention in front of me.

"Lana... How is Reagan doing, by the way?"

"She... Well, she's... hanging in there," the redhead answered.

A sadistic smirk crept over both our faces.

I guess, deep down, me and Lana were more alike than I could have ever guessed.

A part of me was a little worried though. Was I waking up a monster inside her?

"Good. Um... You know what? Leave her untouched for the rest of the day. I'll be there tomorrow to check up on her."

This was probably the right play with her. Cause 30 orgasms in one day, and then the next... do absolutely nothing with her. Give her plenty of time to consider her new position in life.

And what's more, kill her feisty mind with boredom. She will compare this day and yesterday. Which was more fun? The one with the endless orgasms or the one with mind-killing nothingness?

Still, though... She was my most acute problem. I needed to get her to +50. That might cut into my Sunday plans with Michelle, but this issue was a lot more pressing.

Sunday, Sunday, Sunday... was there something else.... oh yeah. I believe Anna-Marie mentioned something about meeting her sister on Sunday?

Knowing Anna-Marie's genes... she had to be at least somewhat of a stunner as well.

Besides, collecting the sisters of my thralls was a fun pastime. I was lucky so many had at least one.

Should I do something with her...? Hm. You know what? I'll play that by ear. I'll meet her if I have the time.

"Gretchen, take Lana back to the dungeon. And then... just return home. I'll be sleeping alone tonight."

"Y-yes, master," she said, sounding a little dejected.

Come on. I can't fuck 24/7. I need a little time to myself as well.

As Lana and Gretchen gracefully exited the bedroom... I could hear Michelle's muffled whines becoming louder again.

But once they closed the door behind them... She quieted again pretty soon.

Yeah yeah. I'll release her. Soon.

But, speaking of sisters... There was another important matter I needed to take care of before the day was through.

JANICE

...Wait, what?

All of a sudden... My limbs felt weird.

It was really hard to explain... It was almost like...

Like I could bend them again? Like... Like I had full control over them?

I tried it with my left arm... with careful, hopeful trepidation.

I could lift it off the ground. And keep it there. Holy shit. And even bend it in the air.

I could even manipulate fingers... almost like...

Almost like a human being?

It was finally time.

I lifted my head out of the food bowl.

Out of that disgusting, vile, wretched food bowl.

The one filled with dog food... And his... salty, sticky, stinky... cum.

There was so much of it that I couldn't eat around it. I tried my best to avoid it... But I was just so goddamn hungry.

It didn't help that the fucker had pushed the bowl into my closet. After he left... I had to spend several **** hours to try paw at the handle of the door.... just to get to the bowl he soiled with his... ejaculate.

I had never felt hunger like that before. When I finally got the door open, and reached the bowl... there was nothing gracfeul about it. I just stuffed my face right in there.

All over his... stuff.

In the end... I ended up eating all of it. Every disgusting drop of his sociopathic cum was now in my belly.

I know that's what the fucker wanted. He thrived on humiliating me. He probably masturbated to the thought of me dehumanizing myself like this.

...and if anything he said about his plans was... actually true...

It was building up inside me. It had built up inside me all day. If this was the moment I was returning back to human... I needed to let it out.

"FUCKER!!!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.

Oh God, it felt so goooood. Not to just bark the words.... But really fucking say them,

"FUCKER!! FUCKING ASSHOLE!!! FUCKING STUPID MOTHERFUCKING BITCH OF A MAN!! I FUCKING HATE YOUUUUUU!!!! YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIIIIIIITTTT!!!" I screamed at nobody.

I did it so loud that it took the wind right out of me. But dear God... it was so liberating.

Now, then...

It was time to try standing up.

My knees felt weak from crawling all day... But soon I was back to my full height.

Back to normal.

...

Well, at least... for a little while.

He said.... That- That this would happen.

That I'd be a human for just a little bit today.

And- And during that time... I needed to call my mother... To tell her... that... that.. I was madly in love with... Him.

...

The thought of doing that felt more disgusting than the "dinner" I just ate.

...well... fuck that.

Yeah. Seriously. Fuck that.

Yeah, he might have mentioned that he'd let me be human tomorrow if I did this... And that if I didn't do this... He'd punish me in some unspeakable way.

And yes... He seemed to have a magical power of some kind... That was the only logical explanation for what he was doing to me.

So if I went against him... I'd go against his magical powers as well.

But... did he think I was stupid?

That I didn't see that there was probably only one chance left for me to escape this Hell?

And he'd foolishly given me that chance?

All I would need to do, is call the police... And tell them... that...

...that my sister's ex-husband was... turning me into a dog?

With magic?

Right? They'd believe me... If I was convincing, right?

I mean... Or I could just escape?

...No, that would make no sense. He was controlling me from a distance already.

But, then...

What if...

Surely...

Well, all I needed to do was... kill him, right?

That was the only thing I could do... right?

...

Yeah, I wasn't a murderer, but... what else could I possibly do now?

There was no other realistic way to stop him.

And... from my point of view... the crimes that man had already committed... he had less permission to keep on living than some cruel dictators from history.

...

And... from now on... I needed to devote all my strength and planning to do so.

He had to DIE.

...And, as of right now... I had only a few minutes to do as he ordered before turning into a dog again.

I couldn't get to him now.

The only logical thing to do...

Was to play along.

For now.

FUCKER.

I just wished...

I wished the thought of disobeying him...

Didn't feel so... goddamn scary and intimidating.

He was just... the same, stupid, worthless, slimy Jack...

But now that he had this weird magic... His whole presence was...

URGH. Don't be intimidated! You're fucking Janice Reynolds! You own the area's number one gym! You are so fucking rich you can buy and sell people! And... You can definitely... KILL Jack... when you get the chance.

I grabbed my phone.

I dialed mom, but kept moving around the house at the same time.

I needed to make this place dog-friendly and fast.

I threw most of my eatable food from the fridge on the floor.

I finally opened that goddamn bathroom door.

There was one corner of my house that needed hardcore cleaning after all this was over.

"Janice..." my mom finally answered. "I'm so ashamed of you. What can I even say to you? Whatever Michelle did, doing this is beyond childish."

I took a deep breath.

This was going to be hard.

"Mom... It's real. I'm.... I'm head over heels for... him." (JANICE: +7SP) (+71SP)