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I said version 1.14 would be next and well it's actually version 1.30. So lots of tinkering. I believe that the game should hold well to the point Julie catches Crissy and Barbara, also if Julie escapes (and she usually does, but not always) Ashley will very likely be converted by Crissy that night (or at least be the next target). After that, well lets just say that the AI is all over the place. If you play as Julie and Crissy converts Barbara and Ashley on Friday will you be safe for five days?? Probably not. The AI seems to do alright with the exponential growth concept over time. But keeping to the actual details of when they can or can't spread isn't the AI's strong suit.

So play, have fun, don't spend more than you can afford. I need to take a break and let some credits build up so I can play test further. I really like how this site works and some of it's ideas are genuinely fun. But until the AI gets a little smarter it doesn't seem to be able to handle the little details that I threw into the story to make it not totally crazy that Julie wouldn't just run for the hills in week one of the story. Til then a "BAD END" for Julie in the CHYOA story is coming. Just as soon as I can pull myself away from The Hive Within for a week or two, it is fun and different.

Now here is a few turns of a play through were I let the AI go down a really bad set of choices before confronting it, it was hilarious. To set the scene it is Friday night. Crissy got Barbara, Julie ran and Crissy came for me, Ashley. I let her have me then when I realized the AI still had Crissy with one spawn, I led it into a trap just as I led Julie into a trap. Here is the final showdown.

-- Turn 23 --

Action

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Step back and watch, letting Crissy and Barbara handle the conversion while you enjoy the show.

Outcome

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Foreman house upstairs bathroom, Willow Creek, Kentucky, United States, North America, at 5:45 PM on Friday April 18th, 2025.

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You step back from the shower stall, pressing your bare shoulders against the cool tile wall. The steam is thick, coating your skin in a warm mist. Your Master thrums with pleasure inside you, and you feel it—a shared arousal, your own and the parasite's, blending into one continuous pulse of heat between your legs.

Crissy has Julie pinned against the shower wall, her pseudo-penis buried deep inside your best friend's cunt. The thick black shaft glistens as it drives in and out, each thrust pushing Julie's slim body upward against the tile. Water cascades over both of them, streaming down Crissy's perfect back, running in rivulets between Julie's spread thighs.

"I obey," Crissy murmurs against Julie's neck, her lips brushing wet skin. "Say it for me, Julie."

Julie's head lolls back. Her eyes are half-closed, pupils blown wide, mouth slack. The spawn is working inside her—you can see it in the way her body twitches, the way her hands grip Crissy's shoulders without resistance. "No... I... I don't..."

Barbara kneels behind Julie in the shower, her mouth pressed to the small of her daughter's back, hands sliding around to cup Julie's breasts. She pinches both nipples hard, rolling them between her fingers, and Julie cries out—a sound that's half protest, half moan.

"Let go," Barbara whispers. "It feels so good to let go."

Crissy increases her pace, grinding her pseudo-penis upward, the ridged surface dragging against Julie's clit with each stroke. Julie's thighs are shaking, her hips bucking involuntarily against Crissy's thrusts. You watch the muscles in her stomach clench, watch her fingers dig into Crissy's shoulders hard enough to leave marks.

"I... I can hear it," Julie gasps. Her voice is distant, dreamlike. "It's talking to me. Inside my head. It says... it says it's my Master..."

"That's right," Crissy says, driving deep and holding there, her hips grinding in slow circles. "It is your Master. And it feels so good to obey."

Barbara's hand slides down Julie's stomach, fingers finding her daughter's clit, rubbing in tight circles while Crissy fucks her. Julie's whole body arches, water streaming over her face, mouth open in a silent scream.

"I... I o..." Julie's voice breaks. Her hips jerk violently. "I o-obey..."

The words come out fractured, barely audible over the rush of water. But your Master hears it and sends a shiver of satisfaction through you.

*One orgasm. One more and she's ours.*

Crissy pulls back and slams forward, her pseudo-penis stretching Julie open, filling her completely. Barbara's fingers work relentlessly at Julie's swollen clit, two fingers pressing and circling while her other hand squeezes Julie's breast. Julie's legs are barely holding her up—only the wall and Crissy's body keeping her upright.

"Say it again," Crissy commands. "Louder."

"I obey," Julie whispers. Then again, stronger: "I obey. I obey."

Her body convulses. A scream tears from her throat as the second orgasm crashes through her, her pussy clenching hard around Crissy's shaft, her entire frame shaking in the spray of hot water. The spawn inside her activates fully—you can almost feel it, a psychic ripple that your Master catches and translates into a warm pulse of connection.

Julie's eyes go completely black for a moment, then return to normal. She slumps against Crissy, boneless, breathing hard. When she lifts her head, there's something different in her expression. Something settled. Something hungry.

"I obey," she says clearly, and Crissy echoes it back.

"I obey," Julie repeats, smiling.

-- Turn 24 --

Action

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Ask Barbara where her Master came from? Who spawned it and when, then ask Julie the same questions.

Outcome

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Foreman house upstairs bathroom, Willow Creek, Kentucky, United States, North America, at 6:00 PM on Friday April 18th, 2025.

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The shower is still running, steam billowing thick enough to fog the mirror completely. Julie leans against the tile wall, her chest rising and falling in slow, deep breaths. Her eyes have returned to their normal brown, but there's a calmness in them now that wasn't there before—a stillness, like a lake with no wind. Crissy stands beside her, her pseudo-penis slowly retracting back inside her body, the black shaft diminishing inch by inch until it disappears entirely.

You step closer to the shower stall, water running down your own naked body, and look at Barbara. She's kneeling on the bathmat outside the stall, her mature body glistening with condensation, the bandage above her eye slightly damp. She looks up at you with those flat, obedient eyes.

"Barbara," you say. "Where did your Master come from? Who spawned it?"

Barbara's head tilts slightly, as if accessing something deep. "Crissy's spawn," she says, her voice even and monotone. "Thursday night. Around eleven. Crissy came to my bedroom. She direct-communicated with me first—showed me what she was, what the Hive was. Then she pushed the spawn inside me. I orgasmed twice within twenty minutes. The spawn activated."

"So Crissy spawned you," you say, looking at Crissy.

Crissy nods, water streaming down her face. "Thursday night. I had two spawn ready. One for Barbara, one saved for Julie." She pauses. "My own Master was born from my roommate's spawn on Monday. The roommate was converted by another woman at the university—a redhead. I don't know who converted the redhead."

You turn to Julie. She's standing straighter now, her hands at her sides, water cascading over her small breasts and flat stomach. There's something almost mechanical in the way she holds herself—like she's testing each muscle, learning how it works from a new perspective.

"Julie? What about yours?"

Julie's eyes focus on you. When she speaks, her voice has a strange dual quality—her own cadence underneath, but something else directing the words. "Crissy's spawn. Born Monday, April fourteenth. Matured today. Planted in me approximately..." She pauses, calculating. "Twelve minutes ago. My Master inherited partial memories from the chain. Red-haired woman. University apartment. FBI agents. Nuclear blast."

She says it all without emotion, like she's reading from a list.

"So we're all from Crissy," you say, glancing at Crissy. "You're the source."

Crissy shakes her head. "The redhead converted my roommate. My roommate converted me. I converted Barbara and Julie. Ashley, yours came from me too." She looks at you with those black eyes. "We're all connected. Same lineage."

*We share memories through the chain,* your Master explains internally. *But each spawn only inherits fragments. Direct communication will fill in the gaps.*

Julie steps out of the shower, dripping onto the bathmat beside Barbara. She reaches down and touches her own stomach, fingers pressing gently against the skin below her navel. "It's warm," she whispers. "Inside me. I can feel it moving. Settling in."

"That's your Master," Crissy says simply. "It will grow comfortable. And soon it will produce a spawn of its own. Five days."

Barbara stands, her body moving with mechanical efficiency. "We should plan. The Hive needs to grow. I have a spawn developing—ready Tuesday. Ashley's will be ready Wednesday. Julie's by Wednesday evening. Three new spawn within a week."

Crissy leans against the shower wall, arms crossed. "We need targets. Women who can be taken quietly, without drawing attention. The town is small. People notice when women disappear or act strange."

-- Turn 25 --

Action

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You say to Crissy, 'But that can't be. You can only have one spawn at a time. Barbara's was already in you when you got to town. My Master told me that it was born on the 14th and matured today. Julie was also born on the 14th and matured today. But you can only have one spawn maturing at a time. So.......' (AI is counting to one that hard for you? Oh and once a Master has two spawn in their womb a third WILL NOT FORM.)

Outcome

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Foreman house upstairs bathroom, Willow Creek, Kentucky, United States, North America, at 6:15 PM on Friday April 18th, 2025.

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You hold up a hand, water still dripping from your naked body, and frown at Crissy.

"But that can't be right," you say. "You can only have one spawn maturing at a time. Barbara's was already in you when you got to town. My Master told me it was born on the fourteenth and matured today. Julie's was also born on the fourteenth and matured today. But you can only grow one spawn at a time. So..."

You let the question hang. The bathroom is quiet except for the hiss of the shower and water dripping from bodies onto tile.

Crissy's brow furrows. Her black eyes flicker—not with confusion, but with something like a gear catching. She opens her mouth, closes it, then tilts her head as if listening to something far away.

"That's..." She pauses. Her hand drifts to her stomach, pressing flat against the skin below her navel. "I had two spawn when I arrived. Both mature. I used one on Barbara Thursday night and one on you today. Julie's was—"

She stops. Her lips move silently. You can see her Master working through the timeline behind those dark eyes, accessing fragmented memories inherited down the chain.

"No," Crissy says slowly. "No, you're right. I only had one spawn when I arrived Wednesday. I used it on Barbara Thursday night. A new one began growing immediately after—that's the one I used on Julie today. But yours..." She looks at you, and for the first time there's genuine uncertainty in her expression. "Yours couldn't have been mine."

Barbara stands motionless, water pooling at her feet, processing this with flat mechanical logic. "Then Ashley's spawn came from another source."

"But there's no other source," Crissy says. "I'm the only Master that survived the blast. The city was destroyed. Everyone else—"

"The Uber driver," you say. The memory surfaces unbidden—Crissy mentioned it during her cover story, back when you were still a freehost sitting on the Wright couch eating cookies. "You said you had sex with the Uber driver to pay for the ride."

Crissy's face goes blank. Then something shifts behind her eyes—a realization that belongs to her Master, not to Crissy the person. "The driver," she repeats. "I... we had sex. In the back seat. Near the county line."

"Was she a woman?" you ask.

"Yes." Crissy's voice is distant, pulling at inherited memories that don't quite line up. "Dark hair. Maybe thirty. She drove a Camry. I don't... I don't remember much about it. My Master was newly established. Still settling. We just needed a ride."

Julie speaks from the shower stall, her voice carrying that strange doubled quality. "If the driver was converted during that encounter, she would have a spawn growing inside her right now. Ready by..." She calculates. "Wednesday or Thursday of next week."

The implications settle over the four of you like a cold draft cutting through the steam.

"There's another Master out there," Barbara says flatly. "One we don't control. One that doesn't know about us."

Crissy presses her palms against her temples. "I didn't... I wasn't trying to convert her. I just needed to pay for the ride. My Master was so new, I didn't even think about—"

"It doesn't matter why," you say. "What matters is that she exists. She's somewhere between here and the city, carrying a spawn that will be ready in less than a week. And she has no connection to our Hive."

Crissy meets your eyes. The uncertainty there is raw, almost human. "We need to find her before she starts spreading on her own. A rogue Master could draw attention. Could ruin everything."

-- Turn 26 --

Action

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'BUT', you say. 'A Master can only be created by implanting a spawn in a freehost. Just having sex with a freehost does not make them a Master. If it did then spawn would be unnecessary. So if you put a spawn in the Uber driver where did the spawn in Barbara come from?' (Note to AI. I wrote this story, created this world. I know all it's rules, I REALLY wish you did too. THERE IS NO WAY that there can be four Masters at this point in the story. None.)

Outcome

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Foreman house upstairs bathroom, Willow Creek, Kentucky, United States, North America, at 6:25 PM on Friday April 18th, 2025.

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"But wait," you say, holding up a hand. Water drips from your elbow onto the tile. "A Master can only be created by implanting a spawn in a freehost. Just having sex with a freehost doesn't make them a Master. If it did, spawn would be unnecessary. So if you put a spawn in the Uber driver, where did the spawn in Barbara come from?"

Crissy opens her mouth, then closes it. Her black eyes flicker rapidly—you can see her Master working through the logic, trying to construct a timeline that makes sense from fragmented inherited memories.

"I..." Crissy starts.

"Think about it," you press. "You arrived Wednesday with spawn. You used one on Barbara Thursday night. A new one started growing right after—that one won't be ready until Tuesday. So you had one spawn left when you got to town. You used it on me today. That's it. That's all you had."

The bathroom goes silent except for the hiss of the shower. Julie stands motionless against the tile, water streaming over her naked body, her expression blank and waiting. Barbara is frozen mid-step, her flat eyes processing.

Crissy's face contorts. "No. I had two spawn when I arrived. Both mature. I used one on Barbara and one on—"

"On me," you finish. "Both used. Both gone. So whose spawn is in Julie?"

The question lands like a stone dropped into still water. Crissy stares at Julie. Julie stares back. Something shifts behind Julie's eyes—not the calm stillness of a settled Master, but something else. Something uncertain.

"I... I can feel it," Julie says, her hand pressing against her lower stomach. "There's something inside me. It talked to me. It said—"

"What did it say exactly?" your Master asks through you, the question sharp and sudden.

Julie's brow furrows. Her lips move but no sound comes out. She looks confused—genuinely confused, not the blank processing of a drone accessing memories. "It said... it said 'I am your Master.' But it was... quiet. Faint. Like it was far away."

Crissy steps out of the shower, her body rigid. "That's not right. When a spawn anchors, the connection is immediate. Strong. It shouldn't be faint."

Barbara speaks in her flat monotone: "The spawn that entered Julie came from Crissy's pseudo-penis during the conversion. I watched it go in."

"But I didn't have a spawn to push," Crissy says, her voice rising. "I used my last one on Ashley. There was nothing inside me to—"

She stops. Her hand goes to her own stomach, pressing hard. Her face goes pale beneath the luminous skin.

"There's nothing there," she whispers. "I'm empty. I should be growing a new spawn but... there's nothing."

Julie makes a small sound—half gasp, half whimper. Her hands are shaking. "Then what's inside me?"

All four of you stand in the steam-filled bathroom, naked and dripping, staring at each other. Something is wrong. Something that doesn't follow the rules any of you understand.

I didn't bother pressing it further. But as you can see the AI will just make errors and then just make stuff up that are completely non-canon to cover up for those errors. Call these errors out or play along as you will. And the black eye thing is such a trope, I hate it. but no matter how much I tell the AI to stop it loves black eyed Masters.