1. Aaron Cummings - Lowly Hotel Steward

Author's Note: Been a while... Rewriting this one with some learned experience and some help. First. I wrote myself into a corner and moved too quick the first time. I just didn't like how rushed it felt. This is an issue with when I write sometimes. I want to get to the point. Not be verbose, which is fine when writing for technical stuff, but sucks for prose. So I learned a bit on how to expand my writing, which brings me to point two. There is some AI assistance - And I want to be clear. Assistance only. a little more verbosity, if I am unsure how to get from a to b I will use it for a suggestion, and any time it adds anything, I edit, take the suggestion and re-write it so it fits my voice. But I could not in good conscience use it and not add a disclaimer. Anyway. I tried to keep the same Lowly guy doing his best, but here we gooo.... (Each ch. aiming for ~3500 words)

The Grand Royale Continental was one of the crown jewels of the ‘Estate Duval’ chain of hotels and resorts. Aged but prominent and well maintained the building was a remnant of when things were made to last. Rough cut stone making it look like the castles of old on the outside but with the newest accoutrements, gold detailing and finery on the inside.

It’s staff was expected to be as perfect as the building itself. Which is why he always felt out of place. It had been a stroke of luck that a friend had an in and was able to get them both hired over the summer during college and after graduation plans fell through he just found myself staying. Stuck in the same junior steward’s uniform he started in two years prior. Aaron Cummings, 23 year old failure and pushover.

Mrs. Jennette Berkowitz, the Hospitality Manager, was a **** to be reckoned with. A stern, commanding presence with a penchant for snappy dresses and a tongue sharper than the creases on her sleeves. She’d been at the hotel for over a decade and had the power to make or break the career of anyone who dared to cross her. He’d been there when it happen to other stewards, they’d get transferred to the middle of nowhere or fired on the spot for the slightest misstep.

But today, something was different. As he approached her to receive the daily orders, my phone buzzed with a notification. Glancing down, there was a new app installed called "The Submission Accelerator." Curiosity piqued, he opened it and was greeted with an introductory menu. Quickly he ducked into the restroom to read.

Are you tired of getting bossed around? Wish you could take control for once? Congratulations! You’ve been invited to a beta test of DrekCo’s newest app! Any women you know or meet will be given a score of -100 to 100 determining how likely they are to submit to your natural authority. Every time they do something you’ve requested that number may slide towards the positive 100 depending on how humiliating or submissive the request was. The closer to 100 - the more difficult and degrading tasks open up. Please check the settings for the App’s full function and rules - Remember - You’re the boss now.

Below that sat a red ‘Accept’ button blinking - demanding to be pressed before it would load into the app. This had to be a fucking virus. There was no way it wasn’t. But something in him just couldn’t resist. With a deep sigh, he hit accept and watched as the screen changed to show a percentage wheel spinning around.

A minute later a splash-screen for DrekCo flashed across a screen tattooed on a dick being **** into a woman’s mouth. At least the creator of the app had the same things in mind as he did in the off chance this actually worked. The loading screen went through a series of checks and loading features menus before finally settling on the main screen. The biggest icon ‘Girls’ had a '1' flashing next to it. He hesitantly clicked.

Mrs. Berkowitz’s picture popped up, and the score below her was -77. Jennette Berkowitz - Hospitality Manager - Starting Score = -77. A smirk tugged at Aaron's lips. This was too good to be true. But he was going to test it. He stepped out of the bathroom, his heart racing. She was waiting for him, clipboard in hand, her sharp eyes boring into his soul.

"Aaron, I need you to take care of the penthouse suite. The VIPs are expecting perfection, as always," she said, her voice clipped and demanding.

Aaron's eyes narrowed as he thought about the app. Could he really do this? He took a deep breath and tried to imagine Mrs. Berkowitz on her knees, begging for his command. The image was surprisingly satisfying. "Actually, Mrs. Berkowitz, I can't do that right now. I am taking a break," he replied calmly, watching her reaction closely.

Mrs. Berkowitz's expression tightened, her eyes flaring with disbelief. "Excuse me, Aaron? Did you just refuse a direct order?" she barked, her voice echoing through the hallway. A couple of nearby guests glanced over, their curiosity piqued by the unusual exchange.

Aaron's heart pounded in his chest, but he felt a strange sureness flow through him as he stood firm. "Yes, I did," he replied evenly, meeting her gaze without flinching. The app's influence was already seeping into his mind, making him feel a newfound power he hadn't known before. His phone chimed, the score beside her picture inched up slightly to -73.

Mrs. Berkowitz's mouth hung open in shock, and for a moment, Aaron thought he had made a terrible mistake. Then, she took a deep breath and nodded, her expression shifting from anger to something else—resignation? "Fine, Aaron. Take your break. But be quick," she said, her voice a little softer than usual. "We have the DuPont wedding this weekend. Lots to do. He watched as she turned on her heel and marched away, the sharp click of her heels on the marble floor the only sound in the tense silence.

Aaron couldn't believe it. The app actually worked. He pocketed his phone and took a moment to compose himself in the restroom mirror, his heart still racing. He had never talked back to Mrs. Berkowitz before—and she had actually listened to him. He felt a thrill of power surge through him, and the app's score notification was all the validation he needed. It worked...

Leaving the bathroom, he strode through the hotel, feeling the weight of his old life lifting away. The Submission Accelerator was his ticket to the top, to the respect he deserved.

"Hey!"

Aaron's head snapped towards the source of the voice. Nicole Anders, his closest friend and fellow steward, was jogging up to him, her blonde ponytail bobbing with the urgency of her stride. Her eyes were wide with concern.

"Hey Nikki" Aaron said with a smirk, unable to keep the excitement out of his voice.

Nikki's eyes searched his, looking for any signs of distress. "Aaron, what happened with Mrs. Berkowitz? She looked like she was about to blow a fuse!"

Aaron chuckled, the smugness in his voice unmissable. "Oh, she'll get over it. I just told her I couldn't handle the penthouse right now," he said casually, leaning against the wall.

Nikki's eyes grew even wider. "You what? You can't just tell Mrs. Berkowitz 'no' like that, she'll have your head on a platter!" she whispered, looking around to ensure no one overheard their conversation.

"And yet here I stand, alive and unharmed." Aaron's smugness grew as he watched the shock play out on Nikki's face. "It's all thanks to this app," he said, pulling out his phone to show her the screen.

"Real funny Aaron." He looked around the phone and it was just a black screen. As soon as it was out of her sight though, it restored the app, a '2' now blinking on the girls icon. "What app?" Niki said, her voice filled with skepticism.

"I..." Aaron's brow knit in confusion, then shot up in realization.

"Oh, right. Nothing," he said, sliding his phone back into his pocket with a sheepish smile. "It's just... I had a weird notification on my phone. Nothing important."

Nikki eyed him skeptically, but let the matter drop. "Well, you'd better watch your back. She's been on a tear today," she warned, hurrying off to her own duties. Aaron watched her retreating form, his mind racing with the possibilities the app had just presented him. He knew he had to be careful, but the temptation was too great.

Finally free for a moment he pulled out the phone to check the notification.

Nicole Anders - Best Friend and Partner in crime. Starting Score = +11 Since this user starts above the Trait threshold you get to choose between one of the following tier one traits!

Aaron's heart skipped a beat as he saw Niki's name and face pop up on his app. This was uncharted territory. Nikki had always been his ally, his confidante, the one person in this hotel that had his back. But now...now she had a score. And it was in the positive.

He thought back to their friendship. The late nights in the break room, sharing stories and dreams, the times she had covered for him when Mrs. Berkowitz was breathing down his neck, the secret glances that had turned into something more. The score was a glaring number, a stark reminder that things were about to change.

She wasn't traditionally hot, but she had her moments. With her curvy Italian figure, often got overlooked by the guests and the other staff. Her chubby cheeks and slightly bulging waistline were usually hidden under the stifling steward's uniform, which did nothing to flatter her. But when she let her hair down and put on a bit of makeup, she had a certain charm that could light up the room. Aaron had noticed it before, but he had always been too shy to act on it.

The app presented two paths for Niki:

A:'Loyal Assistant' The 'Loyal Assistant' route would make her eager to please him, going above and beyond in her duties, supporting him in his endeavors to climb the corporate ladder, and perhaps even turning a blind eye to his future...indiscretions.

B:'Submissive Plaything' The 'Submissive Plaything' path, however, would transform their friendship into something darker, something more carnally satisfying. Aaron's thoughts immediately drifted to the fantasies he'd had about Nikki, her curvy body dressed in the tight hotel uniform, her blue eyes looking up at him with desire. The idea of having her at his beck and call, both in and out of work, was almost too much to handle.

No. He couldn't do that to Nikki. Who said he couldn't have fun with her on the assistant route too. Breaking her wouldn't be worth it. He tapped A.

"Loyal Assistant" it was. With a firm tap of his finger, Aaron set Niki's trait. The app's screen refreshed, and a new notification popped up.

Congratulations, Aaron! You've chosen the 'Loyal Assistant' route for Nicolette 'Nikki' Anders. She will now be more inclined to support and obey your commands, both in your professional and personal life. The score next to her name on the app now read '+17'

Route Selected. Please choose initial trait. Two more options popped up.

A: 'Subtle Seductress'. This trait would make Nikki flirtatiously helpful, using her charm and wit to win over superiors and guests, all while keeping Aaron's desires and ambitions at the forefront of her actions.

B: 'Domestic Delight' - 'Domestic Delight'. This trait would transform Nikki into a nurturing and attentive partner, eager to cater to Aaron's needs and wants, turning their friendship into a harmonious and steamy alliance behind closed doors. Serving Aaron’s needs give her sexual satisfaction.

The app's screen blinked, and the words 'Domestic Delight' grew bolder, hinting at a more intimate connection. This option piqued Aaron's interest. It wasn't just about submission; it was about turning Nikki into someone who craved his attention and care, someone who would pamper him and tend to his every whim. A woman who would make his life easier and more pleasurable in every way possible.

The 'Subtle Seductress' option, on the other hand, painted a picture of Nikki using her feminine wiles to advance Aaron's career. Her charm and wit would be a secret weapon, bending the wills of others to serve him. He could see her batting her eyelashes at a stubborn client, her voice dropping to a purr as she convinced them of his competence.

But the 'Domestic Delight' trait was right choice. It promised a more intimate form of submission, one that transcended the workplace. He pictured Nikki, dressed in silk lingerie, bringing him a cold drink after a long day, her eyes sparkling with adoration as she asked about him. The idea of coming home to a warm, welcoming embrace and a hot meal prepared just for him was irresistible.

With a decisive tap, he selected 'Domestic Delight'. The app confirmed his choice with a satisfying beep, and he slipped his phone back into his pocket, his heart racing with excitement. He couldn't wait to find out if it worked on Nikki.

Their paths crossed again as they were both assigned to prepare the penthouse suite for the extravagant DuPont wedding. Aaron took a deep breath, mentally preparing to test his newfound power. He approached Nikki, who was busy fluffing the pillows on the king-sized bed. "Hey, Nik," he called out casually, watching her stiffen slightly at the sound of his voice.

She turned to face him, her eyes questioning but her demeanor softer than usual. "What's up, Aaron?" she asked, setting the pillow down.

He took a moment to gather himself, the anticipation of testing the app's power making his palms sweaty. "Yeah, uh" he began, his voice a touch lower than normal. "I know we're busy with the room prep and all, but I could really use some help... in the bathroom."

Nikki's eyes narrowed slightly, but she nodded without question, setting aside the pillows and following him into the penthouse's opulent bathroom. The room was a gleaming bastion of marble and gold, the scent of freshly cut roses wafting from the bath. "What' up?" she asked in her normal chipper tone.

Aaron felt a thrill as he turned to face her, the app's influence swelling in his chest. "I just need you to...help me out," he said, his voice trailing off. He didn't know how to phrase it, but the app was supposed to guide her actions.

"You are awful tense." Nikki noted as she followed him into the penthouse bathroom. She took a closer look at him, her eyes lingering on his tenting pants. A knowing smile danced at the corner of her mouth. "Is there something you need?"

Aaron's cheeks burned red, but he stepped closer to her, the power of the app coursing through him. "Take off your apron," he ordered, his voice firm and unwavering. Nikki paused, but without conscious thought her arms moved to untie the apron and it fell to the floor, revealing the crisp hotel uniform that clung to her curves.

Her eyes searched his, a mix of confusion and curiosity, but she made no move to protest. "Now," he continued, "kneel down." Nikki paused for a second but when she realized he wasn't joking rushed to obey. His phone buzzed again. (Ni + 5,)

He could feel the power of the app working its magic. "Take out my cock," he said, his voice firm but not unkind. Nikki's eyes widened but she didn't hesitate. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, her trembling hands freeing his erect member.

"I've never..." she started, her voice trailing off as she looked up at him with those wide blue eyes. But before she could finish, Aaron's phone buzzed again. He glanced at the screen, his heart racing. “Uh… Well we’ve got time I guess.” Her reply was demure, a clever mischievousness hiding her obvious anxiety.

Nikki's score had jumped up to +22. The 'Domestic Delight' trait was working. He stepped closer, his cock in her hand, and whispered, "Take care of this for me, would you?" Her cheeks flushed, but she nodded, her eyes never leaving his. She leaned in and took the head of his cock into her mouth, her soft, warm lips closing around him. Aaron felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through him as she began to suck, her movements tentative but eager to please. He groaned, his hand resting on the back of her head, guiding her as she took more of him in.

Her eyes remained locked on his, the hint of fear and excitement mingling in them. He knew he had to be careful. This was a game-changer, and he didn't want to ruin their friendship. But as she bobbed her head, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock, he couldn't help but feel a thrill of dominance. He tightened his grip slightly, and she gagged but took it all in, her eyes watering. He felt the score climb again. (+3 Score = +25)

"Fuck Nik, just like that." Aaron murmured as she worked his shaft with surprising skill. She was a quick learner, her enthusiasm evident in every obedient move she made.

Her eyes never left his as she took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing with each bob of her head. A soft whine escaped her, and she paused to adjust her glasses, which had slipped down her nose. Aaron chuckled, his hand still on the back of her head. "Keep going," he urged, his voice thick with desire.

Her eyes widened a fraction before she nodded and took him in again. This time, she was more confident, her mouth moving faster, her tongue sliding along the shaft of his cock. He could feel his orgasm building, and he knew he had to make the most of this moment. He'd always fantasized about having Nikki like this, and now that it was happening, he didn't want it to end.

"Nikki, gonna cum! On your face." Aaron panted out his words, his hips thrusting slightly as he approached climax. But she remained steadfast, her eyes never leaving his, her mouth still wrapped around his cock. He felt a brief flicker of surprise and frustration. Was she really going to refuse him? But then he realized the score hadn't gone up. Too late.

Nikki took a deep breath through her nose and bobbed her head faster, her cheeks bulging around his shaft. A second later, Aaron's orgasm hit him like a freight train. He groaned, his hips jerking as he shot his load into her mouth. She took it all, her throat working as she swallowed. Aaron's grip on her head loosened, and she pulled back, a line of cum on her lower lip. She licked it away, her eyes still on his.

"And mess up my makeup?" she said panting. "You know better than that." She giggled, standing up to clean herself off with a nearby towel. Aaron felt a strange mix of pride and guilt. She had obeyed his command, but something about her refusal to go further was both thrilling and humbling. The app wasn't all powerful.

"It's about time," she murmured as she wiped her mouth, looking at him with a knowing smile. "I've been dropping hints for years, you know."

Aaron couldn't believe it. All this time, she had felt the same way he did? The app had just given him the courage to act on it. "Yeah, I guess I've been pretty oblivious," he said, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Nikki giggled, a blush coloring her own cheeks as she bent down to pick up her apron. "It's okay," she said, her voice softer than before. "I've always liked taking care of you, you know?"

Aaron's eyes darted to his phone, his heart racing as he saw the new notification. (+2 for 'Swallowing Cum'. Score now: +27.) He couldn't believe it. The app was working, and it had turned his best friend into someone who was not only willing but eager to submit to him.

As they finished up the preparations for the wedding suite, Aaron felt a thrill of power with every passing glance from Nikki. Her eyes held a new spark, a hint of excitement and anticipation that hadn't been there before. It was subtle, but it was definitely there. Work meant they had to go separate ways, but he couldn't let her leave without saying something.

"Nikki," she paused looking back at Aaron and he moved closer, leaning in for a kiss. Her eyes searched his, and for a brief moment, she hesitated, but then she leaned in, her soft lips pressing against his. He felt her body relax, the tension from earlier slipping away as she kissed him back. "I'll call you later."

He watched her leave, his mind racing with thoughts of the app and what else it could do. As he finished up the last of the room prep, his phone buzzed again. He pulled it out, expecting another notification about Nikki's score, but instead, it was a message from the app.

Congratulations, Aaron! You've reached the milestone of +25 with Nicolette 'Nikki' Anders. This unlocks the 'Domestic Delight' tier one trait. Would you like to proceed with the next tier?

Aaron's eyes widened as he read the message. He had been so caught up in the moment, he hadn't even noticed the score jumping up. He felt a thrill of excitement as he thought about what the next tier might bring. What new ways would Nikki find to serve and satisfy him? He eagerly tapped 'Yes'.

The app's screen changed again, offering him two new options.

A: 'Good Girl' - This trait would amplify Nikki's loyalty and obedience, making her even more attentive to Aaron's needs. She would also manifest her secret furry kink, which would show in her acting like a submissive pet when in private.

B: 'Pawsitive Reinforcement' - Also manifesting her furry kink, This trait would allow Aaron to use positive reinforcement to train Nikki further, turning her into the perfect combination of loyal assistant and willing pet. She would crave his praise and rewards, acting more and more like a submissive furry.

The title 'Pawsitive Reinforcement' was just too adorable to pass up. Aaron couldn't resist the playful twist it added to their new dynamic. He tapped the option, feeling a rush of excitement for the next time he saw her.

He returned to the lobby, the work going surprisingly well once he was relieved. "Good job, Aaron," Mrs. Berkowitz said as she passed by, her voice cold and distant. "You've done well today." Aaron nodded in acknowledgment, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as he watched her leave. The app had done more than he could have ever dreamed, and he had only just begun to explore its capabilities.

"I.. thank you ma'am." Aaron managed to **** out, his mind racing with the implications of what had just happened. Nikki, a furry? He'd had no idea, but the thought of her acting like a submissive pet was... intriguing. He couldn't wait to explore that aspect of her personality.