A Ring of Lechers Begin Their Lecture

REBECCA PARKER
Punishment: Let Her Breasts Satisfy Thee at All Times
Lectern Lecher

JESSICA FONDLE
Punishment: Typhoid Mary
Lectern Lecher

Things go better than expected... but I was expecting catastrophe. Soon, Irie’s sighs and small gasps are joined by Mrs. Parker, the latter’s face visibly flushed as she adjusts herself in her seat. These two seem unaware of their punishments, perhaps because I haven’t brought them to their attentions yet… but such isn’t quite the case for Ms. Fondle.

Ms. Fondle, who worryingly stays quiet after the first few seconds of what sounded like it was going to be a lengthy lecture. Even the others seem surprised when she suddenly
peters off with a small, guttural gasp and reddens in her otherwise dead features. Now she sits quietly fanning herself with her hands, muttering about hot flashes and doing her best to sound as disappointed in me as the rest of the Bible Club was, each such comment apparently qualifying for her new, unfortunate condition as she gives another sigh or hiccup of lecturing pleasure.

Mrs. Santiago, the only older woman present without customization, just occasionally pipes up to support got a jab or two in about moderation, backing up what she seems to think are her sisters being overwhelmed with distress over my addictions and my straying from God. They’re becoming overwhelmed all right…

Despite that, Teller and Parker do more than carry on, and I watch as both tremble, sweat, and lactate until they’re both shaking with oncoming climax.

“God is… hoo child, hoo… God is with you when you… need…”

“That’s right, Ms. Teller, this… this child is here because God… hah… needs us to… you know,” Rebecca sputters as she tries to wrestle with the building electricity inside her crotch.

Oh shit… are they going to… together…?

“And that’s why… Ho my… that’s why this behavior cannot…” Irie swallows audibly as she tries to ignore the orgasm building up inside her from all her chatter, but undeterred she continues, “cannot… be… tolerated, haaa!”

“We need to get… his mother… oh… his mother… on boahooooard-!”

A sudden, primal cry strangled into a grunt, then into the clearing of her throat, from Irie is joined in short order by the high-pitched coming of the good Christian mother of twins, the latter now sporting her own splotches of milk on her blouse as the air fills with a familiar scent. The two sigh in heavy-chested contentment, but eventually all the mothers and Ms. Fondle get up and start to quietly rush to Mrs. Parker to the kitchen, no doubt to help clean her up without bringing attention to why.

As if anyone could miss it. Now it’s just me, Sarah, and my Vita... and it's too awkward to pull the device out now. Might as well try my luck with my pre-customized classmate. “So, uh... first time?”

Sarah raises an eyebrow at me; on reflection, that was barely a joke. Still, she gives me a pleasant smile and a sigh, “First time in awhile... usually I have practice to get me out of these. You?”

“Yeah, didn't even know this was a thing, heh.” Our conversation continues from there in pleasant small talk, my hands gripping each other just to make sure I don’t reach for the Vita too soon. The kitchen sink is audibly running and the occasional splashes and gasps tell me a better show is waiting in there. Over their noises, our conversation drifts to another milky woman...

“Ugh... can't believe this crap about Ms. Lia, though,” Sarah sighs with almost mock exasperation.

I pause before considering my reply. Awareness of others being off for Sophia's customizations, what even... is the perspective? “What do you mean?”

“This sexist- I mean, look,” she suddenly interrupts herself, taking an almost apologetic tone, “I'm not saying everything is... I just, I mean what did she actually do herself, right? What, a bunch of us get kind of… carried away in her class,” she cautiously mutters, reminding me that Sarah herself must’ve been in that pre-orgy Ms. Lia got started, “and suddenly that's her fault? Obviously not, right?”

I blink slow. “Um... right?”

“Exactly,” she continues as she fishes through her purse, apparently missing my hesitation, “so the school closes because we end up having like... public displays of affection, just a lot of them, happens to be in her class, now she's in the news as part of the cause? Just because... ugh, I just don't think Mr. Orange would've caught this kind of flack if it was in his English class, and I'm pretty sure him and one of the little sluts from junior varsity have something going on, but you didn't hear that from me.”

The gears click in place as I realize her perspective... and indeed, perhaps the perspective of everyone else who had to rationalize what happened in Literature two days ago. Her mind is making excuses for why Ms. Lia is in trouble and at fault… while customizations can’t be referenced as out of the ordinary. Maybe others had even weirder takes? Did the app make everyone join one consensus to hide awareness? So many more questions. But right now she’s looking at me with an obvious expectation of agreement. “Honestly, what we do in her class, without any direction from her? I can't see why anyone would blame her,” I offer, earning approving nods and shrugs from the cheerleader as she works on her make-up, “and I mean... she still has her job, so they aren't really blaming her, right?”

“That's... yeah,” she slowly agrees, the customizations clicking into place, “I just thought she had like... super tenure, but no, that makes more sense doesn't it? I mean tenure wouldn't keep you safe from misbehavior with students... like that, no way. Hmm. Maybe it’s just bullshit then so we don’t get expelled.”

“Or get Ms. Hatts on us again,” I coyly declare.

“Yeah, I bet you’d love that.”

My mouth slams shut at that.

“So,” she finally declares as she touches up her eyelashes, not even meeting my gaze, “what's it like, hmm?”

“What’s what like?”

“Ms. Lia?”

“I'm... sorry?”

“Ms. Lia. You two have... a thing, right?”

“Why... do you think that?”

Sarah gives a light shrug and a wink. “Well, you went to her house for a whole weekend... not exactly detention, right?” How... does she know that? As if to answer my thought, “I was picking up one of my girlfriends who lives next to Ms. Lia when we saw you pull in. She kept live-updating us—me, the girls, you know—on how you were in there for hours... then the whole night, I mean she was obsessed—sorry if that's weird—thinking Ms. Lia buried you in the backyard or else... you know.”

“I'm...”

“Well you're still here, so I guess it's not what she thought,” Sarah said with a wink. “Don't worry, secret's safe with me... well, us, but I’m the only one who thinks you and Ms. Lia could be an item, so just me. Just make sure to keep it on the D.L. so she doesn’t make another headline,” she offers with a nod to the vanished adults.

As if on cue, the trio had returned with a water-cleansed Mrs. Parker excusing herself from the meeting with some hasty story about needing to relieve her babysitter.

Sarah and I exchanged no further words in front of these adults, but she was... certainly more than I expected. I knew she wasn't mean, per se, but it seems she's more… I don’t know, smooth, adult, savvy? As I run through her words in my mind, it dawns on me that she gave me a number of warnings coded in that pleasant chatter… warnings about appearances, something I only mostly paid mind to when it came to hiding the app. How much of the school was already connecting the dots between me and Ms. Lia, or Ms. Hatts?

Apparently I was awkward enough outside as well; my visible discomfort put an ever-present smile on Sarah's face as she watched me make small excuses to the remaining moral police, but there was a touch of sympathy in that expression, just enough to keep it from being mocking. The teenagers had a secret between them now... here amid the templars hunting for them. A weird comradery, I decide, is what I made with the cheerleader who never so much as looked my way before. Whether by circumstance, my new whirlwind of rumor, or my new, handsome-izing perk... Sarah was now paying me some attention.

One hour later...

I am convinced we nearly killed Ms. Fondle by the end of all the Bible verses, interpretations, and moaning climaxes of religious exuberance experienced between her and Irie. The old hag even came gross: a gaping, moaning mouth, lips peeling back to show teeth she clicked once, twice, and sometimes thrice as if to signal to some eldritch god the arrival of her unholy climax. That she had a late husband baffles me, and thus far she seems unaware of (or maybe just unwilling to address) my role in her new condition.

I used a lull in the lecture to excuse myself to the restroom again... and now, with all the dust settled, I again look to the options for the women in the living room, particularly now that Ms. Fondle is an unfortunately valuable resource. Plenty of standard features or known elements remain on the lists I see, with some exceptional additions:

SARAH SANTIAGO
Any physical activity involving her and at least one other woman experiences constant wardrobe malfunctions: 5 gems.
She can no longer wear panties or any kind of undergarment with a skirt: 10 gems.
She must wear skirts exclusively: 3 gems.
Her gossip and rumor-sharing arouses her and anyone who hears her: 5 gems.
Every time she greets someone, she has to flash them her breasts, crotch, or ass: 15 gems.
Once per day, User can designate a member of her Custom Clique to copy all her other customizations for 24 hours: 50 gems.

I almost wrote off Custom Cliques thanks to the sticker shock over those gem costs. They were nothing compared to what I was achieving with single Girls. But maybe it was something to reconsider, now that I’m earning these many gems?

Back to Sarah, there are options to boost Sarah's assets are there too, along with the standard Arousal Multiplier, but Sarah's rather perfect as presented. Hmm... what about her mom?

PAULETTE SANTIAGO
She becomes perfectly flexible without changing her appearance: 5 gems.
Her skin loses all apparent cellulite, aging, and body hair while retaining her dimensions and shape: 10 gems.
Her body fat is reduced by 75% without negative health effects and remains there: 8 gems.
Groping or fingering her adult children becomes a doting, motherly activity that is accepted as normal by everyone with awareness turned off: 30 gems.
Any urge to eat or drink also creates an equal amount of sexual arousal in her: 5 gems.
Eating or drinking now trigger her throat and stomach as erogenous zones: 3 gems.
Her breasts increase to K-cup: 5 gems.
User can politely ask her for any sexual favor and she will feel obligated to deliver as a courtesy: 200 gems.

Nothing to reverse the clock... but given her current shape, some of those perks would turn her from mom with a weight problem to a gorgeously "thicc" model, a unique enough proposition that I don't even consider the option to get rid of her mass.

Hmm... what about the hostess, the one who got me in this mess in the first place? What are her new options, aside from upgrading her punishment?

IRIE TELLER
She feels compelled to taste and drink her own lactations at least once a day/hour/minute: 1/5/50 gems.
She must mix her lactation into any food or drink she prepares: 5 gems.
Mommy Milkers, Advanced: the ointment effect of her lactation remains for 24 hours in the byproducts left after the milk is destroyed, broken down, or evaporated: 5 gems.

No new pregnancy customizations... maybe the succubi got the message? Or maybe all the focus on her tits until now has shaped the updates that come. But I've put it off for too long... it's time to take the plunge and pull up that ugly, wiry outline of the elder before me.

JESSE FONDLE
She fantasizes about sex with User whenever she is alone: 1 gem.
Others cannot refuse her when she forces herself on them sexually: 10 gems.
Her mouth becomes an erogenous zone when interacting with genitals: 5 gems.
Her reproductive system becomes viable and fertile at all times: 5 gems.
She punishes or admonishes others by having any kind of sex with them: 20 gem.
Any fat she gains goes directly to her breasts after this customization is chosen: 10 gems.
Drinking sexual fluids restore her youth at a rate of one year per cup, to a minimum age of eighteen, but she ages one year every sunrise to a maximum of her current age: 200 gems.

The list is too gross for me to keep looking at it. Like, how are those her options? Sure, she's got a path to reversing her age, but that's alot of cups of male or female cum, and the price tag just makes it obnoxious. Alright, Dave, you knew the price of knowledge, now it's time to move on-

No, Dave… focus. Look past the creature and to the possibilities. Besides those weird options, there’s the normal stuff like doubling her ass or making clothes optional… but every time I consider one, I hesitate knowing Fondle, too, will acquire it.

Plenty of options, then: either I keep holding out for the Teller three-plus-some, customize the Santiagos, or… and/or… go in on turning Fondle into a more specific kind of customization plaguebearer.