He has a specific plan for all of her parts, in fact.

"...So as I was saying, there are a few considerations to be had. We need to protect you and we need to ensure your quality of life. Maybe, eventually, there will be social structures in place for AGS folks, but... I'm not sure if that's even going to be the case. A few prominent politicians have already attended gatherings with 'AGS victims' as the newspapers are reporting them. They're clearly trained pets. Fully clothed, which is very much not the norm for pets - but it's unmistakable. It's caused quite a stir. It's anyone's guess how it'll all shake out in the long-run, but the government's currently sorta just... talking. For now there's unlikely to be any immediate legal structures that will help you. Remember the cops they called to clear out the horde of Gibbering Mouthers at that one movie theater? They kept coming out covered in spit and cum saying that 'clearly there are no issues of consent or any legal concern.' There really is nowhere else in the world for us to go. It's either learn to live in this world, or total isolation, which we can't afford. Things are just... bleak. Speaking of which, I never said - things being like they are, I really want to thank you for feeling like you could trust me," he said.

Veronica was, for the first time in awhile, starting to appreciate how much she had guessed right in trusting her old self's judgment of John. A lot of what he was saying made sense. But her thoughts were cut off as he suddenly thrust a second finger into her asshole, and resumed pumping with, frankly, more vigor than was pleasant.

"I'm glad you trust me, because there's really unlikely to be anyone else in the world who wont immediately use you without any regard for you: for sadism, for sex, for the ability to work you to **** on a farm somewhere, for dangerous work, for military applications, for... it's endless. The world just hasn't figured out what to do with it all yet. It's so fucking weird, as diseases go - and the amount that it allows me to fully and completely remold your brain (which therefore has a TON of control over your body) is nuts. I have some neat ideas for changes to your brain and body, actually..."

Veronica would have shuddered, but surprisingly... after seeing what John had done so far, she was finding herself a little curious about these changes. It burned her a bit inside to realize she'd thought it, but he really did seem to be a... good, kind... "master". Ugh. That word. She wished he'd stop getting sidetracked and explain why it was so important.

John just shrugged "I think people are underestimating just how powerful AGS really is. They're not seeing all of its potential, because they're a little too focused on the whole sex **** thing. So I'm trying to find some way to make everything safe for you in this insane new world, and to help we'll be experimenting a lot. And what we're going to have to do is leverage the power of the public and of community, along with a few stupid tricks." John paused, taking a moment to push forward and put a little more effort into his finger's thrusts. Midway between two thrusts, he slipped a third finger in, still occasionally looking over at the clock.

Veronica tried to respond, once she'd caught her breath a little. "While.... ooofff... while I would - while your cockslut would like to hear you address... oof... the point of how it's not that much different from you using me for sex too and how is that technically better, I have more pressing concerns." John frowned. "Oh... ooof... your cumslut gets it, this isn't for you, it's actually for her. Your sloppy open mouth is..... uuuuhhhhnnn... just bitter. Your whore would... sorry, I'm trying, this is really hard to do, especially... oooww... if you're going to go at it so hard down there." John had kept adding fingers, and was up to 4.

John sort of chuckled. "Oh come on, can you not think of a reason that you shouldn't get an exception to this rule when you're getting fucked in the ass?"

"Uuuugh... I don't... your slutkitten doesn't... know why Master's even doing... that to his slut's ass in the first pla-"

John interrupted her by clicking his tongue.

That had been three times she'd said it properly, by his count. It was kinda hard to tell what, exactly to count - but it really didn't matter.

Veronica froze as soon as she heard the sound of John's mouth click. She felt her ass actually loosen a bit as she was suddenly VERY, VERY turned on. She knew a reward was coming. All the parts of her knew this - her brain was ready for the power and the emotional hit, and her pussy could use a goddamn orgasm. FINALLY. Jesus. Let's go. She was, almost immediately, overwhelmingly wet incredibly wet - enough to drip down onto her asshole and onto John's fingers, even, then onto the couch below. She knew it, she knew it, she knew it, it was coming it was coming it was coming and the anticipation was almost too much as she waited for John to think ohmygodwhyishetakingsolong until...

"For your power, you can freely increase and decrease the sensations you're getting from any body part up to an arbitrarily infinite amount, but not below their normal sensitivity. For your emotional and your physical reward I'm gonna combine them: I want you to briefly have a dream. In that dream, AGS doesn't exist and I'm just your normal boyfriend. You asked me to prepare your asshole not because of anything scary that might be looming on the horizon, obviously. But rather because you dearly wanted me to fuck you in the ass and cum in your asshole and then, right at the same time, you hoped you would cum with me (even if you had to finger yourself a little to do so), because you love me and I love you. Have a dream of that world that could have been, and then have a wonderful earth-shattering orgasm during that dream. Start now."

Then he leaned forward and tried to pull her asshole apart with two hands nearly as hard as he could. Then he'd let go, and push one finger in and out really fast while Veronica's ass tightened up again, then he'd repeat the process, back and forth for awhile. It would feel super weird, and not very pleasant, but it should stretch her skin out like it was on a stretcher while adding percussion to the middle to loosen up the muscle. He had waited to do this until Veronica was totally out - her upper body had fallen off the couch as John held one ass cheek with each hand, pulling as hard as he could before pistoning some fingers in and out once more as her gaped asshole returned to its normal size.

Veronica tried out the thing his control of her had allowed him to unlock in her brain. Had he called it a "power"? She just sort of... focused a little, kinda like how you can squint your eyes to see a little better but you can also somehow squint your ears even though that doesn't make any sense? She did that with her skin, instead. She felt the blanket on the couch beneath her rub gently against her clit's hood and she focused on that, effectively being able to amplify the sensation that as much as she thought she could take, she felt... EVERYTHING. It was overwhelming. And then when she decided she didn't want it to be, it wasn't. After toying briefly with the gift, ratcheting up her sensitivity nearly as high as she could take, she relaxed into the orgasm instead. She just sort of... paid a lot of attention to what he was doing to her asshole, and rode through the end of her super-spiked early orgasm with a gentle finish, her loving boyfriend in her fantasy thrusting into her asshole until he came inside her and hugged her tight, cuddling until they both went to sleep.

Such a pleasant dream.