Klotho and Extre go digital

Away from all of the servants and any other prying ears of guests, Klotho paced the floor of her boudoir with a steady click of her heels, crossing her arms beneath her chest and pushing it up slightly against her fashionable crop-top. Anyone watching her would think she was contemplating hard on some business venture, but that was just her practiced talent at putting on a respectable expression. Truth be told, she was nervous.

Part of her wanted to stay in today. Clockwork Eden was back to normal. She had everything she could want: loyal servants, a good friend who was practically chomping at the bit to have sex with her in every timeline, and all the wealth she could want. She could go out and enjoy a beach day. She could stay in and read a book. She could take Extre into her boudoir and fuck her for a few hours until brunch.

None of that quite satisfied her spirit. She needed a new thrill.

"Big game hunting" was how she'd explained it to Extre, but what she had planned was more like bull-fighting. She was taking on the kind of creature a minor goddess like her had no business challenging.

"What's on your mind, Kloey? Having second thoughts?" Extre questioned, looking through Clotho's closet, ostensibly for a fancy outfit she might want to wear on their little outing. In reality, she was mostly rifling through the underwear drawer, half-drooling as she sampled all of the chic lingerie and intimate apparel that Klotho normally hid from everyone. "I know it's not your conscience, right?"

"No, it's not that," Klotho sighed. She barely had a conscience to be bothered. "All gods and goddesses have their own corruptions. There's no reason to feel bad for planning any kind of treachery against them. Well, except for me, of course-- my servants love me. But almost without fail, a god's servants and even most of their close acquaintances hate them for very justified reasons. Absolute power corrupts absolutely and all that jazz."

"Heh! As if your servants would ever rise up against you. They're as loyal as they come!"

"Erm... yes," the goddess of time gulped, trying to push away the memory of the timeline where her servants unionized and turned her into an unwilling eye-candy sideshow trapped inside her own home. "I am quite blessed to have such faithful servants. But back to the matter at hand: I must admit I am feeling just a tad un-groovy. I know it might not mean much to you, since you were once a capable, world-creating goddess, but... I am a minor goddess. My ability to manipulate timelines comes with no offensive capabilities. I cannot create servants whole cloth, nor worlds. Our target..."

"Wanserou, god of technology, the party playboy with the digital world wrapped around his fingers? Yeah, I guess he's kind of a big fish. Didn't used to be, but..." Excele murmured, trying to keep up chatter to distract her friend from the fact that she was currently testing the elasticity of a racy, pearl-stringed thong inside of her friend's underwear drawer by stretching it between her hands. "Word is he's cracked the code on how to generate his own fully functional physical realm. It's not just the digital world he's got dominion of any more. He's a full-fledged major god, on part with Evanore Dark or whoever else you wanna pick. That means he's higher rank than I was before I flew the coop."

"And far higher rank than me, which means I must be the one to come to him," Klotho finished the thought, clicking her teeth. "This 'gentleman' prefers his home turf. I've only ever spoken to his servants over that communication mirror-- we've never met face-to-face. I performed consultations for his realm while it was still a start-up, and at the time, it was a mess, full of what he called 'bugs'. That's lingo for 'problems.' I'm not much good with computers, admittedly, but even I could tell things did not function as they should. He had plenty of servants on the problem too, but I was tasked with rearranging the threads to prevent the fiascos that I could."

"Well, I think that's old news. He's worked out the kinks. I mean... I hear weird stuff still happens, but it's basically a functional world now. I don't think we can count on him to shoot himself in the foot. You know, come to think of it, you really aren't a computer gal, huh? You barely have anything digital anywhere in Clockwork Eden."

It was true. The VHS tapes and records in her private room weren't just a matter of preference-- she had no idea how to work modern computers. Her servants had to help her any time the question arose. "Yes, well, I don't buy into that sort of classless convenience. Computers are just a fad. You'll never find truly classic cinema on your computer!"

"Uuuuh, digital movies are everywhere nowadays, Kloey."

"O-Oh... Well, er... I wouldn't want to watch a movie on a tiny little computer screen, when I could watch it in Clockwork Eden's perfectly lovely home theater!"

"You could download the movies and stream them to the theater projector. We could be watching like... soooo many movies."

"Are you serious!? Well, we must bring this Wanserou to heel A-S-A-P! Ms. Extre, I must be on the forefront of the latest trends in cinema!"

"... You could just like, buy a computer-"

"Why buy a computer when I can control the entirety of the digital realm? We'll control the entire 'web' as they call it. Cyber queen-pins, baby," Klotho countered, smirking to herself as she curled one hand gently to her cheek.

"Anyway, you living in the stone-age aside, your connection to him as a consultant is a good in-road and he's a perfect target. From what I hear, the guy's servants can't stand him. He treats them as bad as anybody treated any servants ever. That's not to say nobody cares about him... I hear he actually has a lot of minor gods who flock around him. Probably suck-ups who want to get on his good side while he's on the rise, I'd guess, but who knows? Does this actually matter? Are you just gonna uh... remake his whole life story?"

Klotho shook her head. "While you and I could jump back into his past together to try to drive him down a particular path, it's dangerous to do that without fully understanding his present situation. If we start tying together threads and keystones willy-nilly, we could end up making him even more powerful-- it would be no better than a coin flip. Instead, we should use your powers for manipulation and mine to reset if things go awry. We'll meet with him, have a lovely little chat, and while we're there, perhaps we will find a disgruntled worker we can exploit."

"Who knows, maybe we'll decide we like him! You can't believe everything you read in the news, right? Maybe he'll take a shine to us and let us into one of those bangin' cyber-parties! Do you know what I mean by that? It's like... Hmmm... It's like VR, but real."

"Vee...Arr? Is that um... Is that like the 'world wide web?' Oh, I know! A browser, like Netscape Navigator!"

It was becoming increasingly obvious to Extre that her friend's weak grasp on regular computers, let alone Wanserou's digital party palace, was going to be a huge liability. "Uh, maybe you should let me do the talking when we get in there? If he hears you ask stuff like that, he might try to turn the tables and enslave us. I hear the guy's got a boner for the god hierarchy structure, which probably means he knows that I'm an ex-goddess and you're a minor goddess. In other words, if he sees an opportunity to humiliate us, either for his own status or just for kicks, he might take it."

"Then we are both playing the same game. Hm hm hm... Oh, Miss Extre. If there is one thing I'm confident in, as a goddess of timelines, it is in my ability to win in the end. The long game will be ours." She gave another devious smile, her red lips curling up slightly at the sides. "And he is going to make a wonderful tape for us."

"Yeah, that's one more question I've got. Do you actually want to make a 'tape' with this guy? Unless it's all fake news, it sounds like he's a huge dick." As she talked, Extre finished up in the underwear drawer and drew it shut, then picked up the outfit she'd decided on a long time ago. It had been a shock to learn that her friend wanted to film porno vids with their targets, but then, Klotho hadn't ever had sex, as far as Extre could tell. It only made sense she'd want to try things out.

"Oh, darling. Once we know enough to make the tape, we'll know enough to manipulate the man's history enough to make him into the perfect partner. Everyone's got a seed of perfection in there, maybe buried deeply. It's just a matter of knowing where to stick the trowel in," Klotho responded with a sinister yet girlish giggle.

---

The two goddesses had misunderstood two important details about the terms of the invitation the former had managed to secure from Wanserou.

The first: Klotho thought that she had been pretty clear what she was discussing was a private business meeting. When she showed up at Wanserou’s digital palace, still off-site from the new world he’d created, she realized this was neither private nor a business meeting. Other gods were hanging around all over the place in rooms designated as part of the party, meaning Wanserou was in very good company with a lot of eyes on him. He might not understood if his whims started shifting, but other people might… It would mean they’d need to use extra care.

The second part she’d misunderstood: she thought that she would have the advantage of meeting Wanserou in tasteful, appropriate fashions.Instead, both she and Extre had been automatically redressed to fit in with the party’s atmosphere.

“My word… does everyone in the digital world dress this way?” Klotho questioned, turning her head and twisting her hip to get a better look at the new costume.

“It sure doesn’t look to me like he’s dressing most of the guys at the party this way,” Extre pointed out, placing one fist on her hip and looking less affected than her friend.

In place of the fancy attire Klotho had planned for herself, she'd been redressed into a vibrantly neon teal tube-dress with long, elbow-length gloves and thigh-length boots to match. She appreciated the platform heels, but the design of the dress didn't suit her at all. The hem had a weird sort of translucent hologram part spinning up from the bust to the upper neck-line, while the lower part of the dress had a matching one on the bottom, flaring out like a skirt. The truly bothersome part was that what she first thought was a dress didn't quite match the description, given that the midriff was actually composed of the same hologram material: if one looked closely, they could see her slim, fashion model trim belly through the segmented section, along with the delicate curves of her hips. Her braid stayed in place, but had been secured by an accessory that lit up like an LED light, ringed about the back of her head. "Oh dear... The man was conscientious enough to note how I wear my hair, but not enough so to realize that blue is far outside of my sensibilities."

"It actually looks pretty hot, in a kind of a sci-fi, Tron way," Extre pointed out. Her outfit consisted of something that more of a classic red dress, with shoulder straps and a plunging V neckline, but covered the belly, at least. She was thankful for that... not that her midriff view was bad, per se, but it would look fat next to Klotho's. The skirt was a bit shorter and decorated here and there with pink holographic shapes, including strappy, criss-crossing lasers moving down the legs like fishnets into the red high-heels on her feet. The arms were covered by similar bands and her whole ponytail had been tied in them too. A pair of pink, heart-shaped sunglasses had been added to her face. "The whole world is pink in these," she noted. "Though that's like... better than regular sunglasses indoors, I guess. Plus, they match my earrings. Kinda sexy, right?" She clicked her finger against one of her large, disc-shaped crystalline earrings and grinned.

Klotho's face failed to hide her misgivings. "... Ms. Extre, I believe we've been redressed as 'ladies of the night.'"

"Naaah, Kloey, this is what clubbers wear. He's just trying to make us match everyone else," Extre chuckled, though... as she looked closer, she realized the revealing nature of their outfits put them somewhere between the guests and the vacantly grinning go-go dancers in terms of appearance. "Huh. Well, now that I look at it, I think it's easy to see where his head is." She tried to pretend she wasn't flattered that Wanserou was putting her in the same category as Klotho in terms of ladies who should be out in the club.

The time for small talk was soon over. The quickness with which their host found them made Klotho think that he might have been a little excited to find himself entertaining two new guests-- ones that he hadn't had to seek out himself. "Well, well, well! If it isn't Miss Myth Magazine herself! Very impressive!" Wanserou approached with both arms outstretched, dressed in what Klotho thought was actually a somewhat fashionable disco ensemble: leather jacket, bell-bottom pants, and timeless half-circle shades. Extre thought just the opposite: he looked tacky as hell. The man was taller than either one of them, all the more so with his disco shoes. His hair was pretty eye-catching, white with blue streaks. Klotho tried to look as if she wasn't smitten with his retro-chic sense of fashion.

The god of technology was carrying a martini in one hand-- he clicked the fingers on his free hand and summoned a familiar red magazine into it, floating it mid-air. "Myth Magazine's time-themed god of the year, right? So you're not the god of time, just... you know, the god of uh, what was it. Time freezing? That's cool, that's cool." He took a sip of the martini, smacked his lips, then gave an especially shit-eating grin. "Must be hard. There's probably a god of time somewhere above you, right? I'm waaaay above any other tech god there is, so I don't have to think about that stuff. But hell, I'd love to be able to freeze time whenever I want. You behave yourself, okay?"

Whatever physical attraction Klotho felt was quickly giving way to her deep-rooted revulsion at the way the man was muscling for rank above her. "Not time-freezing. Timelines. I actually have done some work for your work on the digital realm, remember?"

The guy's half-shades did nothing to hide the way his eyes had moved from her breasts, to her legs, then back to her stomach, deciding the cutout he'd built there offered the best view. "Hm? Oh. Did you? You were probably talking to Jenny or somebody like that. I don't sweat the small stuff. Got my hands full with the bigger picture," he shrugged. "And you! You're not in Myth Magazine, but maybe you should be? Extre, Extre, read all about it? Ha ha. Keep hanging around my parties and you'll get there. Had a press guy in here just a few days ago, took all kinds of photos and shit."

"Oh yeah?" Extre asked, putting on a big grin to match his enthusiasm. "What kind of photos?"

"Ah, I dunno. Poodle Princess theme? Kinda already forgot it."

"Ha ha, yeah... wait... Poodle princess? What?" Extre frowned with genuine confusion, unable to picture what he was talking about it.

"That's days old news! Klotho here's current news! Our guest of honor!" Wanserou laughed, changing the subject. He circled around to the other side of the girls and wrapped one arm around their shoulders in an overly familiar way, just short of handsy, with his fingers dangling dangerously close to the bustlines of each girl's dress. "Does good for up-and-comers to be seen around me. Nobody's more sprung up and coming than yours truly, you feel me? You want a drink or anything? Some blow?" he questioned with a meaningful sniffle.

Klotho politely declined with an awkward smile, while Extre eagerly took him up on it. A bartender, a digital spirit dressed less than gracefully in nothing more than a pair of black panties with lime green lighting around the hem and a little bowtie around her neck, delivered the drink. She poured the drink with all of the grace of a creature who's capabilities have been modified so that it can do nothing other than that. "Your martini, ma'am."

"Mm hmm," Extre responded, smiling as sweetly as she could manage while staring at the girl's perky, digitally constructed tits.

Wanserou seemed to catch on. "Hmm... You girls... together?" he asked, crossing two sets of fingers together in a way that obviously looked like he was implying scissoring.

Extre blushed, adjusting her hair. "Oh, does it look that way? No, no. We're like, just pals."

"No judgment. Lesbos are hot as hell. Both ways, though?" he added, now pantomining another action by forming a ring with two fingers and rapidly thrusting another finger in and out of the hole.

"Yeah, I wouldn't turn down a good dick. Not sure about Klotho, she's usually got that thing locked down tighter than a-"

Extre clenched her teeth and shut her mouth as she suddenly felt a sharp elbow in her side.

"Ahem, I think we should refocus our discussion towards business opportunities," Klotho continued with a grin, pushing Extre discretely to one side. "As I said, I've had a lot of experience consulting with your staff on improvements. If I were to have more direct access to your grounds, the breadth of improvements I could offer would increase as well! I-"

"Don't need that," Wanserou cut her off, then took a sip of his drink, watching over the rim as though interested to see her reaction. "Was actually planning to tell you I'm dropping the timeline consultation thing too. Budget stuff."

She managed to keep a smile on, but inwardly, she was already offended. "Hm? That's quite unfortunate. I thought, with our partnership, we had it 'made in the shade,' as they say."

"It was good while I was still getting off my feet, but maaan, look at this place! I'm a god! The start-up has become the started! We are already on the perfect timeline, if that timeline stuff's even real. You know, I wondered about that when I read your article," he continued, backing up and looking her over, as if evaluating her once again. "Is that stuff even real? I mean, if you do the thing... and then the guy who paid you doesn't know the thing is any different... is it like you really did anything? Are you just conning everybody? No judgement. Respect the hustle."

"I am not conning anyone," Klotho answered, fighting the urge to reset the conversation now so she could steer it away from this insulting chain of discussion. "You owe... er... a modicum of your great success to our cooperation."

"Modicum? What?" he laughed, finishing off his martini and then tossing it over his shoulder for one of his servants to clean off the rug. "Okay, okay, I can see I'm ruffling your feathers, so I won't push you on it. What I will push you on is a great photo op. See, I've actually got a crap-load of press all over this place for another shoot today. They just got done yesterday and they want more of me! Paparazzi-- bunch of vultures, am I right?" He threw one arm back around Klotho's shoulders and drew her in. "So I say, why don't you and I take a shoot together? You just got done with that Myth Magazine, right? Let's get you on two covers at the same time! Picture it: your face, taking up over half the magazine rack! That's pretty cool, right? This is a spread to show how far off the chain my party is, but we both look good, being on it together!"

"Oh yes. Super fly," Klotho agreed, struggling to get free of what felt less like a friendly gesture and more like a headlock. She thought she now understood why he'd dressed her in the same eye-searing bright blue he was wearing.

"Cool! Uh, you're gonna have to sit out, Extre Extre, on account of you aren't a goddess," he finished. "But I would be personally honored if you'd keep that fine ass seated somewhere very close by."

"Oh, sure. I didn't want to be on any magazine covers or anything," the ex-goddess answered, taking a deep drink of her martini while giving him the side-eye.

---

Wanserou apparently needed to go do a wardrobe change before the big shoot, blowing a hole in Klotho's theory that he'd intentionally dressed them similarly. "Oh, the man is insufferable," Klotho complained to Extre. "This is going to take some serious work. I'd have to go back to when he was a baby in the crib to find the right point to change in order to make him stop being a spoiled man-child."

Extre held her opinions on how Klotho calling someone else spoiled and childish might be a case of pot and kettle. "I mean, all gods are like that. It's really not that weird. In fact, I'm sort of surprised he hasn't been more of a dick. When I saw the way he'd **** us into new clothes as soon as we entered in here, I thought we were going to be, you know... like... his cyber-slaves or something. So, looking at it that way, I think we're actually the bigger freaks here."

"Keep your voice down," Klotho murmured, watching one of the barely clad waitresses walk by with a plate full of drinks. "I'm sure he's prepared some way of monitoring us."

"Like he's got us bugged?"

"No no, I explained, 'bug' is lingo for 'problem.'"

"No, bug is like... I mean yes, it can mean that, but it can also mean... ugh," Extre groaned, taking another sip of her martini to calm her irritability. "Just go have fun with your little photoshoot, alright? I'll be watching from somewhere nearby, like he asked, and if I see a good opportunity, I'll work my magic and turn the dial. If anything goes wrong, you jump back in the timeline. That easy, right?" She gave Klotho a little smile as the other woman nodded, then went to the place Wanserou had told them they'd be meeting. "Maybe I would have liked to be on a magazine with you, Kloey. Hm? Ever consider that? If only there was like, a whole magazine photo-shoot at your mansion or something you could have invited me to," she grumbled to herself jealously, grabbing another martini from one of the cute but unfortunately enslaved waitresses as the poor girl shimmied by.

Now moving away from Extre, the goddess of timelines found herself feeling less comfortable at the party, as anyone might, attending a party alone instead of in company of her best friend. She didn't recognize any of the minor gods around, but they seemed to be living it up in a way that implied Wanserou had been handling her in a uniquely tasteful way, compared to the ordinary treatment of women here. There were table-dancers in bright, neon-colored thongs or less, gods with both of their arms around women and a third on their lap, and even one god with a woman kneeling below the glass table in front of him. The girl's head was bobbing back and forth at his lap while his fist clenched around her odd ponytail, a strangely polygonal construct extending from the back of a 2D triangle scrunchie at the back of her head.

She'd feel lucky not to be in the same position as those women, if it weren't for the number of cat-calls and leering eyes she was getting. It seemed that, the way she was dressed, she looked more like entertainment to them than she did a guest. Or maybe they just felt like trying their luck, even if they recognized she was a goddess herself. As she turned to head towards the meet-up, she nearly ran into an especially large man, dressed in flashy clubbing attire and wearing expensive looking chains around his neck. Before she knew what had happened, he had one massive hand around the small of her back, slowly rubbing it down towards the back of her miniskirt.

"Ain't seen that model before! What are you, .srv? Tits aren't as big, but I'm all about those legs. How about you lift em up and show me how flexible you are, girl-"

Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick ---- CLICK

As time finished rewinding, Klotho turned the other way towards the venue, hastily avoiding an encounter with that guest by using the other staircase. It seemed like she was going to need to make sure she was spending all of her time around Wanserou, or else, it was open season on her with the other guests. Unfortunately, Wanserou was nowhere to be found when she reached the photo-shoot. All she saw was a big, blue curtain with a flashing neon-light print across it in white, reading "NOW LOADING." There were a few relatively harmless looking program people in gray with cameras in their hands moving around this way and that.

There was also one more person present: a girl with hair distinctly similar to Wanserou's, though much longer, ending near her feet in strange, bouncy curls like big croissants. The first word Klotho thought of when looking at her body was "bubbly:" she had ridiculous, oversized tits, larger than even Extre's, curvy legs, and a very eye-catching bubble butt. Her face was the mirror image of Wanserou's, with narrow eyes and a cocky grin, but her stature couldn't be more different otherwise. Where he was a lanky, somewhat hard-bodied type, she was a shortstack and looked squeezable all over.

Klotho raised an eyebrow. "Does... Wanserou have a sister?" she asked herself in a whisper, trying to recall if he'd read anything like that. This could throw a wrinkle in her plan.

The girl wore a tiara on her head, but the rest of her was covered in an odd plush robe, a bit like a bathrobe, monogrammed with a big W on the back. Klotho realized, with a growing sense of apprehension, what it really reminded her of: something a stripper would wear out on stage and shed as her act was about to start. "There you are! Have a chance to work the room while I was gone? Lotta people to meet at this place," the curvy little Japanese girl greeted Klotho, as though she was already familiar.

"Oh uh... yes... ahem, you wouldn't happen to be...?"

"You hit your head or something? It's me. Wanserou. I know I changed clothes, but c'mon, get with the program," the short girl cackled, crossing her arms below her chest and causing it to push up. Her tits were so large they nearly hit her chin when she did that.

"You... You uh... Changed your..."

"Yeah, I changed my hair. It's something Jenny came up with. I dunno, photo guys seem to like it? You dig it?" 'he' questioned, pulling up one curl and inspecting it. The face the female Wanserou was wearing stared blankly, as though some small degree of confusion was starting to creep in. "I guess girls really do know how to dress people, huh?"

It was a sort of sexist remark, but Klotho actually agreed with it. If anyone knew how to dress people, it was her, a girl. "Sure... What sort of photo-shoot is this again? I'm afraid I didn't get the name of the publication," she asked, noticing that many of the hungry-eyed male guests that she'd passed by earlier were starting to surround the balcony area, looking down on the upcoming spectacle.

The female-form Wanserou clicked her fingers, causing the curtain looming behind the two of them to raise up. Behind it was something completely out of place: while it was still done up in Wanserou's neon blue light motif, the scene was obviously the a recreation of a school building, with single person desks facing up towards a lit-up blackboard. Two desks in particular were lit up a shocking blue color while the others were left dimmed out.

"Something educational, then?" Klotho asked, slowly turning her head, as though she was scared of what she was about to see.

Wanserou walked past just as she turned, approaching the desks. In her place, the fluffy robe lay discarded upon the floor-- Klotho heard a lot of the party-goers cheering in response. When she swiveled her head again, her eyes widened: the girl was now propped up on a desk, leaning forward with her ass facing out towards her guest and the cameras.

Underneath the robe, Wanserou had been wearing what could generously be called a school uniform, modeled after the Japanese style sailor fuku. She wasn't the right age to be wearing one, obviously. If it was a regular size, it'd be undersized on her, but this one had a skirt made of mildly transparent blue light rather than a sensible fabric. Underneath that, mostly exposed, was a very stretched panty set, half absorbed by her generous cheeks. Across the white surface, an emoji was displayed, thrumming slowly between black and light blue, depicting a face going from smiling to winking. The panties were so tight on her that it was stretched to laughable, widened interpretation, snaking back and forth as the girl drew a figure eight pattern with her hips.

The top wasn't any more presentable, formed of white material and stretched over the top of the boobs while letting half of each tit spill out from below. It was covered with a blue, hologram version of a ribbon tie and shoulder piece, but those added nothing to the modesty of the fetish uniform. Her big, squishy thighs were compressed by thigh-high stockings, going down into black loafers, the only tasteful part of the ensemble. Blue light bands occupied each wrist, just for flashiness.

"Erm, Ms. Wanserou... it can't be that you're wearing this outfit for the photoshoot, are you?"

The girl grinned over her shoulder, while continuing to move her ass in a hypnotic pattern, causing the non-coverage of the skirt to shift over her juicy cheeks. "What you think? Fuckin' sexy, right?"

Feeling a bit of color rise to her cheeks, Klotho shook her head. "I feel that if you want to erm... show off... a swimsuit modeling could be more appropriate? Rather than..." she stared back at the winking face on Wanserou's bottom.

"C'mooon! You won't get to the top without puttin' yourself out there a little more," Wanserou chuckled, not in his lightly accented male voice, but instead, a higher pitched one to match his new body. "That's why you're joining me, Little Miss Myth Magazine."

When the technology god snapped her fingers, Klotho felt the blue dress she was wearing break apart, as if an explosion had come from her body outward. For modesty's sake, she twisted her legs and covered her breasts and groin with her hands, but she could already tell that wasn't quite necessary. She'd been given an outfit somewhat similar to Wanserou's, although hers had a top tying beneath the breasts, showing more cleavage but less underboob, and a white checker pattern of laser lights running over the skirt, sort of giving it a Catholic schoolgirl style... if only it weren't so short. The rest of the accessories matched Wanserou's.

"Oh no... what's on the bottom," she questioned, trying to look over her shoulder. When that didn't work, she tried feeling there with her hands.

Extre, watching from the balcony, was more excited than everyone-- she'd never seen Klotho in anything more lewd than a swimsuit. Now, her best friend had an emoji, fitting neatly over her bottom, displaying a surprised face that gave way to a bug-eyed, flushed one when the light shifted. It was a lot less stretched than the one on Wanserou's super-exaggerated proportions, but it was super cute... Extre thought, out of nowhere, that she'd love to give Klotho a wedgie in it and see how she reacted.

She also realized, from her knowledge of her friend, that Klotho was probably one second away from using her powers to reverse the decision to take part in a photoshoot. As someone who really wanted to see where this was going, Extre couldn't let that happen. Using the dial on her own partner wasn't part of the plan, but sometimes, plans change. With a hidden grin, Extre produced a pink dial and began cranking it from instant denial to the seed of hesitant agreement that existed within Klotho's mind. If Kloey wanted to redo this, she could do it after Extre got a peep show out of it.

This was definitely the point at which Klotho needed to abort and rework the terms of this meeting to something more favorable situation, but she decided that if there was really no long-term danger, it might actually be best to proceed down this road a little further. Even Extre would have this memory wiped from her head when Klotho rewound the timeline. Any degradation she felt was only temporary.

While waiting for an answer and still sticking her rear end out invitingly, Wanserou spoke on a mobile phone she'd produced from somewhere. "Yeah. Yeah? Huh? Power spike somewhere on the grid? Look into that, Jenny, c'mon. What do I pay you for? Don't pay you? Alright, well, you're fucking bound to my side for eternity so you might as well just look into it. Get that shit locked down. Okay? Okay," he finished, then tossed the phone into the air, causing it to burst into holographic shards, much like Klotho's outfit had a moment ago.

With that finished, she seemed to be running out of patience not just for the mysterious Jenny, but also, for her guest. "C'mooon, Miss Magazine! Hands on the desk, stick out your gyatt!"

"Of course, yes. I know you're not asking me to do anything you wouldn't do yourself," Klotho chuckled nervously, approaching and setting her hands flat atop one of the school-desks. She stuck her bottom out just a bit...

Then jumped as a hand swiftly whacked her on the bottom, humorously coinciding with the emoji shifting to a blushing pattern.

Wanserou patted her a few more times on the butt and grinned a vaguely horny grin. "Nuh uh. Further! You gotta love the camera. Stick it out, shimmy a little."

Above the scene, two dials turned. Klotho decided that it would be a good idea to do what Wanserou said-- simply appease the host and get this over with. A cameraman decided it would be a good idea to distribute photos to the guests later. Extre didn't think she'd be able to leave with that photo, considering that at some point time would reset, but hey, it wouldn't hurt to dream.

Klotho leaned harder onto the desk, poking her ass out more and trying to copy Wanserou's motions. In the end, they each ended up swiveling mostly in rhythm, with the host moving clockwise and her going counter-clockwise. At the 9 o' clock motion, their hips hit together each time the circle went around. She tried to imagine what the video would look like after the photo-shoot...

And she bit her lip, realizing she was getting a little horny herself.

"Yeeeah, you're getting it!" Wanserou congratulated her. "Now twerk it a little. Pop that booty! You got less to work with than yours truly, of course, but..." he mused. "You know what? No. I'm a gracious host and I'm good to my friends. Miss Myth Magazine, you deserve to be a star!" The god of technology clicked her fingers again.

Klotho's eyes went wide as she felt her skirt flip up a little on the back. The formerly well-fitted emoji suddenly was squeezed between the ballooning surface of her cheeks, as her ass expanded to match Wanserou's. The skirt ended up out of place, fully showing off her new posterior.

"Dayum, Jenny! See? You can do some work when you want to," Wanserou finished, whistling and briefly leaving the spot bent over the desk to take in the sight. She grabbed up a cheek in each hand and jiggled it, then gave it a swat with one hand, causing the surface to ripple and the goddess to gasp in shock, matching the printed emoji. Wanserou flashed a peace sign to the camera and stuck out her tongue, putting it right up next to Klotho's ass like she was going to lick it. "Nah, playin'," she chuckled.

A dial turned.

"Playin', not playin'!" Wanserou cackled, then shamelessly dragging her tongue up the soft globe of Klotho's ass, before teasingly biting hold of the panties and stretching them out in her teeth with another little giggle.

Klotho's face went beet red and her legs trembled. She was happy for just one thing: that her face was away from the camera, so no one could see the smile that momentarily came onto her face. "M-Miss Wanserou, do you really treat all your guests this way?" The one thing she had the hardest time believing was that Wanserou willingly chose to swap his gender over and entertain his horny guests this way-- it didn't fit with the profile she'd read of him at all! There was no way Extre was the one manipulating him to do this, right?

"Ain't got a lot of high-class guests like you," Wanserou answered, running one hand down her bottom and giving it another little pat, before getting back into place alongside her. "We're all ready to start the shoot. To answer your earlier question? Nah, this ain't educational. It's something people actually want to put their eyes on, but you won't see it next to Myth Magazine, not usually."

Klotho focused her eyes forward on the blackboard as it lit up a bright, eye-searing blue. A pattern of ones and zeroes began to scroll down at a rapid pace. Wanserou watched it with a smile on her cute, feminized face, as if she totally understood the purpose, but Klotho didn't. Still, her eyes were drawn to it and locked there. She couldn't look away... She didn't realize she was now being influenced by two sources at the same time.

Her ordinarily over-cautious mind and her prerogative to protect her secrets and her lifestyle were being fogged over. As her pupils moved left to right over the string of numbers on the screen, a fog slowly settled over her brain and a string of drool began to trickle down one corner of her mouth. She followed Wanserou's order to bounce her newly thickened butt up and down, matching the other girl's pace. Their holographic skirts, more like sashes, bounced up and down enticingly over the stretched emoji patterns as cameras clicked behind them. The pounding J-Hop music in the digital club made the perfect soundtrack for their twerk-off.

Extre had been enjoying the show, but it was clear something was way off. When she held up her dial to look at Klotho, she realized it-- the number of options upon the dial's face seemed to have been decimated and were quickly approaching zero. This wasn't her doing (well, beyond the part where she'd **** Klotho to go along with it). Someone else was using a different form of mind control on Klotho, and it wasn't hard to tell who, as Wanserou grinned smugly. There were no whims to manipulate because Klotho was increasingly being stripped of having any choices at all.

Now was her time to act. She needed to use her dial and stop the show! Even if she couldn't make Kloey rewind time, she could still make Wanserou release her.

But... if she did... she'd miss the climax to the show that the god of technology had planned. Watching the two girls shake their fat butts in little light-up skirts was awesome, but it wasn't the whole scope of it: she could tell by the way the audience was going on. Maybe she should ride it out just a little longer? After all, she could use Wanserou's dial at any time.