Bathtub Confessional

Sunday morning comes, but I'm far less surprised as I recall the preparations of the day before. Once we were well and set, I had made good on my promise to absolutely consume Ms. Lia's time off from work: the orgasm counter proves my work, as do my sore arms and the two laps through the washing machine all her linens took. I look over her body to find more evidence there where, in my excitement, I had ended up bruising the poor woman's tits with my hours of grip...

... except gone were those marks of excess. She heals... fast, huh? Or is that thanks to the app? As my thoughts drift to the app, I finally go and check it; after all, we passed out at least an hour before midnight. The app opens without delay, but I'm greeted to another pop-up, again styled like one of those earlier, minor updates.

CUSTOM GIRLS v1.1a Hotfix Notes
Good morning! We've noticed some unexpected shortcomings and have fixed them in this latest patch! Patch notes follow:

• Gem Health Program: added limited damage immunity! Bruises, cuts, (non-hymen) tears, dehydration, malnutrition, nerve corruption from overstimulation... all can now become things of the past for your investments as long as the source is relatively minor (hard dickings yes, speeding cars no) and at least somewhat sexual (thus falling within our department). Prior damage on qualifying Custom Girls has been healed!
• Customization Counters: added counters to the interface next to perks that care about certain numerical data, such as Orgasm Debts, 1 Billion Served, and Toll Booth.
• Punishment System: unauthorized users will continue to receive major punishments as previously applied, but minor or major punishments will also be applied to women attempting to thwart, injure, hurt, imprison, or kill the User as long as the User gets within app range of them (User knowledge of reason for punishment not necessary).

Quality-of-life updates are always welcome, and the slight guilt I felt when I realized how sore her tits would be when she wasn't spasming is scrubbed from my soul. Nerve corruption, though? I didn't think about that, or about what effect having over a thousand orgasms in 48 hours might do to the human body besides dehydrating it... and now that that's also gone? How does that work? She'll be as hungry or thirsty as she would've been before I masturbate her for hours on end? I mean that's great, sure, but what does that mean for nutrition and lactation-?

Aw fuck it, leave the science to the magical demon girls.

Instead, I focus on the first task I set for myself this morning: spending the load I've somehow managed to save through most of yesterday. It's impossible to say I was being blue-balled by not nutting while we went through the motions, but my cock is perked up and ready like I hadn't touched it for a week as I position myself over her. I barely have to jerk it before she wakes up enough to realize what I'm doing... and, against all expectation, grumbles something like disgust before willingly reaching for my cock and stroking it.

I wish I could say this was a huge breakthrough, but it’s just a continuation of yesterday with her constantly begging to let her give me hand/titjobs to try and start to shave off the debts she was accruing. (Of course she barely managed half those words, but her worry over the growing debt was obvious.) This time, however, I relent and only intervene when I feel my cum bubbling up and out of me. With a generous spray in hand, I get to work. Sophia once again tastes my seed with her tongue, tits, and clit, but this time barely pays my desecration any mind beyond what it takes to holler and jiggle as I work. She returns to sleep soon after, snoring away the two dozen-or-so orgasms I drew from her while applying my "ointment."

Satisfied that she's ready for the day, I check the app to find out where I stand.

MASTER OF PLEASURE
Cause 2,000 orgasms: COMPLETED. 40 GEMS AWARDED.
Cause 5,000 orgasms: 2,023/5,000. 50-GEM AWARD.

DAILY BOUNTIES:
Cause 20 orgasms: COMPLETE. 5 GEMS AWARDED.
Arouse 50 people: 11/50. 5-GEM AWARD.

SOPHIA LIA:
Orgasm Debts (1,721)

GEMS: 121/200

Over a hundred gems to make a random therapist my 8th Custom Girl...? I can't possibly need that much, right? But I have no reason to spend them before I get to said therapist unless Sophia's new options demand it. I scroll the newest entries and only find two new ones, at first:

Her mouth opens, accepts, and reflexively pleasures any human body part put to it: 35 gems.
Her thighs touching each other or being touched strongly arouses her: 15 gems.

Interesting to see Alice's "thigh" option appear here, too, and here I'm far less inclined to mercifully exclude it. Combine with the short skirts... well, that would make sense to buy before we leave.

What I get lots of aside from those options, though, are new Modify buttons next to perks that once had none.

LACTATION:
Replace with one:
1. Heavily and infinitely expresses milk, but only while aroused.
2. Orgasms fill her breasts with milk; breasts increase up to one cup size to accommodate.
3. Only lactates when squeezed or suckled, but other girls will lactate for one week per ounce of her milk drunken.
4. Only lactates when squeezed or suckled, but her milk becomes an potent, addictive aphrodisiac for anyone but User.

SHOWS OFF CLEAVAGE:
Replace with one:
1. Can only wear tops that do not cover the middle third of the front her body.
2. Cannot only wear tops that don't fully hide her nipples.
3. Any person can, once per day, request she flash them and have her comply.

PERMANENTLY HARD NIPPLES:
Replace with one:
1. Nipples become inverted, but become twice as sensitive when made erect by arousal.
2. Areolas become twice as large and more readily lactate when touched.

AROUSAL MULTIPLIER [400%]:
Replace with one:
1. She becomes X% more sensitive to arousal resulting from a person, where X is how many orgasms she owes them. [Reverts if Orgasm Debts is lost.]
2. Her orgasms persist as long as their cause and count as new orgasms for Custom Girls purposes every ten seconds they continue.

Holy... holy shit. These are each just a gem each to swap out... and it's hard to not be lured off the beaten path on all of them, but especially those for Arousal Multiplier. I end up swapping them all out, but the only one that gives me any hesitation is that last one. The first option will just make it grow indefinitely, and will start at being four times stronger than it already is. How functions would she be? That could become perilous in time, come to think of it...

The other would mean putting her in a persistent state of spasming out once I get her going would make the debt grow more steadily. It'd also mean she'd be harder to actually get started, but not by much given her sensitive tits and the Ointment effect. It's a hard pick, but there's no way staying with the original one (and its ever-increasing gem cost) is the play. With a newfound excitement running through me, I add them all.

SOPHIA LIA:
Thigh Arousal
10-Inch Skirts
Modification: Milky Arousal
Modification: Free the Nipple
Modification: Inverted, Sensitive Nipples
Modification: Cumming in Perpetuity
TOTAL: 29 gems. OK?

I turn to regard her body anew only after I complete the purchase, and I have to wonder what it would've looked like if I stared while confirming. Her nipples are already transformed, each oddly erect from the soft, pillowy areola that surrounds them, and each begins to cry thick tears of cream as my dear instructor remains turned on from my morning treatment of her. I decide to test her new condition in the bathroom... and by her nipples I begin tugging her upwards.

Her reaction may be lessened now that Arousal Multiplier is gone, but I can hardly tell as she moans and hollers until she sits upright. “Whadij- aah, that’s-!” She wants to say it hurts, I can tell, but it must be hard to say now that she’s coming with a renewed mind and nervous system. Her body trembles as the milky sprays intensify. Impatient, I grab my phone and do my best to pick her up with just my arms and one hand. She's hardly weightless, and I'm no bodybuilder, but I do manage to lift her off the bed and begin a slow, careful stride towards our next session of experimentation.

Her bathroom, put into suspect condition once I showed up, gets a few more milky droplets on its once-immaculate tiles as her breasts pool milk on her body until it spills over with my every step. When at last we're in the tub, I plug it with my big toe and sit her down in the center. Satisfied, and with my phone still clutched in my right, I sit right behind her, resting my cock on the small of her back as I tuck her close. She resists none of my adjustments, letting herself be touched and prodded without complaint.

It only now strikes me that I've yet to say a word to her since waking. “Good morning, Ms. Lia.”

“G... Good morning...” She responds slow as I gently rub her shoulders.

“Your body's gone through some changes, huh...?”

“It... has, yes.” She sounds more confused than struck with revelation, so I suppose the Awareness settings hold even when challenged.

“How does your body feel about me?”

“That's... that's not fair to ask, it's not what matters- ah,” she cries out as her hands reach for her erected nipples, “excited! It feels... excited, constantly. It feels...” She sighs as her hands finally lower. “It feels exhilarating and terrifying and... it feels like it never has before.”

“Is that how you feel about me?”

“N... Not exactly, no. I... I know how I should feel, and that... that's not something I want to let go.”

“But how do you feel about me, now?”

“I feel terrified... and excited... and I hate you, but I don't hate you the way I... should.”

I give her shoulders and upper-back gentle squeezes as I do my best to massage her while talking. “How do you hate me?”

“I hate you for the debt you keep growing inside me... and so gleefully. I hate these strange feelings I have now about you, feelings and longings that... that I only have because you keep forcing me to... come.” She whispers that last word, as if she'll be punished for speaking so vulgarly. “Even though you see the effects all these nice things you compliment me with, you keep on giving me those compliments with your groping. However kind, it's also... cruel... just like everything you do.”

My massages pause, and I can feel her loosen in my grasp. She's wanted to say that for a bit now, I guess... and granted, this is the first time in awhile she's been under neither the multiplier nor my firm grasp on those sensitive funbags of hers. That realization probably proves her point more than I like. Fuck it, let's focus on the nicer things. “What are these feelings and... longings?”

“You'll **** it out of me then... I want you. I want... your touch. I hate it so much,” she almost chokes as she says it, “but I can't even imagine going back to work like this weekend hasn't happened... going back to not being under your fingers all... fucking day and night. This isn't love, it's just... lust, or some carnal perversion of lust that you've... inflicted on me.”

You're closer to the truth than you know, dear teacher. “How did I... 'inflict it' on you?”

“All your constant touching and attention, you...! Ugh. It's the only thing I can believe... that somehow, my body's grown addicted to your touch in particular. I can't even explain how you degrading me with your semen somehow makes it want you so much more... this is like some awful pulp romance from a damned grocery store rack, nothing like love should be.”

My heart leaps amid the dreary recollection as she says the magic word. “Love?”

“I-It isn't love! It's... it can't be...”

“But have you ever been in love-?”

“No. I thought I was, once, but... no.”

A quiet falls over the tub. My plan to fill it with her milk to test the "infinite" part of her new modification is suddenly astoundingly silly for the moment. It's perhaps cruel that I enjoy watching how insecure she is, now paraded in front of me either due to her new submissiveness or just being **** to answer questions. Cruel, but fulfilling? I'm not sure those two balance each other out, but these are the fruits of my labor and... well, it's hard not to be satisfied with them. I resume my care for her shoulders as I press on. “Is it so hard to imagine you could fall in love with me just for how good I make you feel?”

“Hard to imagine? I suppose not, any more than one can imagine Oberon and Titania arguing in a meadow.”

“Who?”

“They're... oh, it doesn't matter. You can't just... reduce love to the carnal pleasure, Mr. Haines. You can't keep praising and commending my breasts until we elope. The divorce rate in this country is proof enough of that, and I'm not so simple a woman.”

“Maybe... but do you want me to keep pleasuring you?”

“I... I...” Her body trembles as she fights it, but a defeated sigh leaks from her like steam, relaxing the tortured machine of her body. “I do.” She mostly breathes the words.

“Then you want me in your life, don't you?”

“I... I suppose I do, Mr. Haines.” She can barely manage whatever authority she wanted to channel before shaking her head and rephrasing, “But I probably only want you here because my body wants you here, the same reason you want me at all. You've made your interest in me plain... you see my body the way every man has ever seen my body, as some kind of expensive toy to be acquired and abused until it's used up. Your sweetness in doing so doesn't change-”

“I want more than that.”

“- that at all. You want my virginity.”

“I want you.”

“Of course you do! I'm a woman of fine breeding, from an affluent family, a trained professional decorated in accolades long before her prime, and all that before I also have some power over your ability to graduate. Young men like you can't help but want and fetishize a person like me... for now, at least. As long as all that persists. Perhaps most of all is the fact you don't actually have me... not yet. God, you're no better than any other man I've met, and plenty worse.”

A surprising amount of bite for my submissive flower of a debtor; I have to imagine the "unedited" version would've been far more violent. “But do you want any other man as much as you want me?”

“N... No...”

“More than?”

“That doesn't matter, but... no.”

“Does any part of you... want us go all the way?”

“Of course parts of me do, have you been listening- tch. Unbelievable.”

“So you want it... but you can't accept that you want it?”

“That's right... and that means I don't consent, if you even care...”

My hands lower to her waist, evoking a sharp inhalation as she prepares for our usual habit to resume. “Do you want us to keep going after Hatts' punishment is over?”

Sophia holds that breath... and it seems I finally hit the nail on the head, because her shoulders visibly fall in defeat. “I do...”

The rest of the morning is spent with a grin on my face. I milk her until I confirm what the modification promised: we manage to fill the tub halfway in warm, white drink freshly tapped from her hugely engorged nipples. In the end, we rinsed off that considerable milk soak with Ms. Lia now a firm 1,801 orgasms in my debt and ready for therapy.

She all but wants me to fuck her...