As kind as he can be, yes

Veronica and John sat on the couch, silently.

Veronica was terrified. She'd been glued to her phone, reading everything she could about AGS online. It was... so impossible to figure out. It was all so new. Some people said that she should make a recording for herself to play back for her ears every day. Other people told horror stories about their recordings being altered. Some said AGS victims needed to find a trusted friend. Some said that she could help cure herself if she swallowed enough cum and pussy juice. Others still told her to go hide in the woods. It just all made so much sense, figuring out the right answer felt impossible. She knew one thing, though -

She trusted John.

No matter what happened, she knew she'd be okay if she managed to stay with him.

Meanwhile, John couldn't help stealing quick glances at Veronica's body. Up until 30 seconds ago, with her tits in his hands, he had thought of Veronica as a sister. His whole life, she was the best friend anyone could ask for. John had never been much of a sexual person. But this... this was something else. His erection hadn't gone away. It poked awkwardly from his pants. He saw Veronica glance at it every few seconds with trepidation. "Don't worry, these pants just make me look horny. I'm not." John froze. He just did it. He lied, as easily as breathing. He hadn't even realized it, that was a politeness kind of thing one might say. But looking over - he saw Veronica relax a little, believing him immediately. It was just, so, so *easy.* So *quick.*

He really didn't think she should be trusting him.

"Okay," John said, "let's work this out. What do you *want* out of this? If you could wave a magic wand in this situation and have whatever you want, as long as you keep the AGS, what would it look like?"

Veronica thought about it. She thought for awhile. She imagined the life she would have in store if she were left alone. She wasn't an idiot. She knew what would happen. Someone would lie to her about something or other, and she would end up a ****. She would swallow cum all day, lick clits, get whored out, fisted until she bled, and likely left for dead as she was passed from person to person until she was rimming homeless men with a shit-eating grin. And that's if she didn't become some corporate **** to a Chinese factory, fucked from all angles for extra cash while she worked the factory lines. Some of the scenes she imagined did turn her on a bit, though, and she thought she saw John follow her heaving chest with more interest than she'd have expected. He was never... like that. Or at least he hadn't been.

She imagined the life she would have with John. Her parents were dead and she was completely alone - he was really all she had. She had gotten out of the foster system, but never told John - she just wanted to be a normal person to him. She'd lied about having parents. He really was all she had. Even the worst-case? Where he broke her trust and degraded her into a set of holes like so many others? It was... she shuddered... still better than the alternative. The worst he would do to her was still well better than the worst the world would do to her.

"Honestly?" Veronica said, after some time. "I think my life as I knew it is over. There's no cure for this, and by the end of the week I'm surely going to be living in a fantasy world as someone's toy. All I can really hope for, I guess... is that I'm happy. That wherever I am and whatever I'm doing, I'm happy doing it." Her face sunk. "Go ahead. Use me." She started to cry.

John moved closer to her, and pulled her to his chest in a hug. "No. I wont. I'm so, so sorry this happened to you. I'll do all the research I can to find out how to get you through this, okay? Is that it? You just want me to act as your... handler... and your only request is to make sure that whatever happens, you're 'happy'? Erm... subjectively at the time, measured against how you would feel about it now, or measured against some global scale?"

"Would you shut up with that shit? Just make sure I'm happy. Whatever else happens, I can be okay if you help me stay happy through it all."

"Okay. Okay... okay, I think I keep that as my guiding principle. Are you... wanting to move in with me too?"

"If you think that's best. I'm trusting you completely at this point. Not that I have a choice." Eve frowned.

"Wait... what about your parents. We totally skipped that step. Why not go to them instead?"

Veronica decided to tell him. "John, I don't have any parents." It was time to rip off that band-aid now. She'd jumped from family to family in the foster system, before landing on a couple that seemed to be just using her for the state's money. Suited her fine, she just needed a bed for a couple years.

"What? Sure you do. I've met them!" John frowned in thought, looking back. He hadn't met them for years, but they had one brief interaction at some school event near the end of high school.

"Oh. Wait, yeah. You're right." Obviously those two people John remembered were her parents. But... why did they seem like strangers? They must have been the distant-type. "But no, they were always very clear that once I turned 18 I would get nothing from them under any circumstances." Why had they said that again? Not important right now. "I'll move in here, no worries."

"I'll hire some movers for you. Are you planning on hiding from the world here?" John asked.

"Same answer - if you think that's best, I will. I can't figure out what advice to follow from the internet. Some people are saying that hiding with a handler is the best play. Others are saying that's dangerous, and that I need to wander around swallowing as much cum as I can to cure myself. I just don't know what's right. It's a shame that isn't a real erection. We could test the cum theory here and now."

"Wow, okay, yeah. You definitely need to hide here. Cum doesn't cure AGS. That's clearly just bait trying to get people like you to suck cocks on the train or whatever." John had felt his cock jump at hearing her so casually talk about swallowing cum, and he swore he felt a little bit of himself die when he dissuaded her. He was determined to be a good person. But every now and then, he would see something like her tongue flick out of her mouth for a moment, and he just couldn't stop himself from imagining it flicking around his cock instead.

John made a decision. He thought a lot about what he'd been seeing on the news lately. This "AGS" thing was doing weird stuff to the world.

"I can do this. I can be your help. And I will make sure that, at the end of the day, whatever happens, you're happy. But we'll have to explain to people what happened to you, and I think you're best off if we are up-front about this. You're hiding with me because you feel safe due to your AGS. But we're gonna need to sell it. We need to look normal, or else someone will come and try to take you." Veronica nodded. She was starting to have trouble following his logic, but... well, she couldn't argue with his conclusions.

"So we need to look like any other 'couple' navigating AGS," she said. "We're not going to hide in the shadows, we're going to hide in the light."

"Seems like the smart thing to do. Like I said, I'll do my research. But seriously, you can have your whole world rewritten by a casual offhanded sentence. I don't think you're going to be able to hide." She could tell he was right. They needed to look like any other "couple" with AGS. John winced, then continued. "Which means... you need to okay being naked. Not just around me, but everyone. I'm sorry."

Veronica hesitated for just the briefest of moments. This was it. The last time her life would ever be normal again. She always used to like sex - but she knew that inside of a week it would be her entire world.

Truthfully... she couldn't help but feel a little excited. She smiled, she'd always secretly been a bit of a slut.

So she nodded.

And started pulling off all her clothes. She tried to be pretty matter-of-fact about it. She could have protested, dithered, or hesitated - but she knew what happened to AGS folks. She knew this was inevitable, no matter where she went. Veronica noticed John staring, and resigned herself. She knew what was coming. She gave a little halfhearted smile when she finished and twirled for him. Her buoyant breasts barely moved as she spun.

John stared at her tits, ass, and pussy as she did. Jesus fuck, she was hot. He'd never thought of her that way before. She clearly had a... well, a sleeper build. Her ass sharply met the top of her legs, and it curved up into her... Veronica saw his eyes move across her, and she pulled her ass cheek aside while she looked over her shoulder to give him a better look. "May as well... erm... drink it in, as they say." John frowned for a moment. Was she... into this? After she finished, she lay back on the couch. He could see that, despite her nonchalance, she was actually pretty turned on. Her spread legs joined at a tight, moist pussy.

"I guess there's no point in trying to cover up. Fine, take a look." She leaned back and spread her pussy open with her fingers, smiling awkwardly. "I really didn't expect to end up naked so fast, but I guess this is my life now. I may as well get used to it. Take a look at my pussy. I assume that you'll be wanting to insert... things... into all my holes? To make us both feel good, right?" She laughed, staying vague. Despite the weirdness of the situation, she wanted to try to keep things sorta light, if she could. All jokes and fun times for Veronica, yessiree. No slavery, ****, whoring, and certainly no dying from... overuse. Nope. 'Just awkward smiles and spread pussies,' she thought. Her other hand batted at her breasts playfully as she smiled at John.

John almost whimpered at the sight. He hadn't expected this, but he... nodded.

"Well... fine. I don't think there's any avoiding it. I'll try to take an enlightened view of this." Veronica closed her eyes, centering herself. "I don't think that the concept of consent really applies to me anymore. I have **** in what you do, and you can get me to consent to anything with merely a thought."

She held her pussy open and made eye contact. "I expect this to be a confusing and wild ride for me. But the internet says I've got pretty good odds of being dead within the month. My best chance is to find someone to take care of me. I know you'll use me too, but... I'm trusting you. Go ahead. Use me. Just... whatever happens, make sure I'm happy." Her voice got small. "Please."