One Last Cringe, my Short King: Not All That Glizzies is Goon

Sigma +45, Sigma +90

Still jamming out to "Sex In Your Car", I ruefully clicked on Mr. Rindquist's profile for one final adjustment.

Having found the right combination of "rizz" and "simp" to get the two lovebirds tupping, a fact made very clearly by the live audio Master PC was providing for us, I felt my assignment of "helping" Mr. Rindquist had been quite successful, even if my interpretation of the prompt had probably been warped some by my compelled "thot-ishness".

It certainly had me enjoying myself. To keep Mr. Rindquist's newfound "rizz" from distracting me--it's basic I know, but I'm a sucker for a man who can sing--I got Lara to plug my pussy up with anything she could find. Through trial and error, she eventually sealed me up using a pair of wine bottles, a baseball bat, and both ends of a pool noodle, but once stuffed like a pencil holder, I finally had the state of mind to keep making MPC changes without jilling myself silly.

"I stwill don't understwand why we aren't fwinding more Twaits for me," Lara complained, standing at my side, her hands having been stuck in the penguin pose for the last three minutes.

"The more traits we test on Georgia, the more options your Dad will have for you," I pointed out, pacifying the trout-faced trad-wife for now. Her hand reached up to to roll one of her pearls between her thumb and index finger, and I had the intrusive of thought of stuffing the entire necklace up her big fat ass.

Pinching a silicone nipple to stay focused, I started to doubt whether I should have upped Alfred's "alpha" status instead. The difference between "alpha" and "sigma" was pretty lateral, rendering him more likely to take charge sexually, regardless, but I started to wonder if he would've been better served as someone who bosses people around as opposed to being a preeminent lone wolf.

"Enough ops, thunder thighs. I'm copping the high chair, so beatus yeetus unless you want to be on punishment."

Unfortunately I didn't have to wait long to see how Mr. Rindquist had changed, seeing him stumble in shirtless out of the rain, a submissive Georgia clinging to his shin.

"Dwad?" Lara asked, looking surprised at the transformed man.

Abs he'd never had before glistened in the rainwater. A pair of ray-bans he'd no doubt pilfered from Georgia's glove box now sat atop his nose, and his hair and beard had grown out grey and curly, giving him a bearing of something between Oscar Isaac and Kratos the God of War..

"Very clean, chud bait, now spot me an L-rizz," Alfred commanded, "before that voice-mod has me simping for Aaron Tveit, again."

"I dwon't...what? Dwaddy you're not mwaking sense." Lara cried, but Alfred just pushed her aside sending her into pile on the floor alongside his bondage redhead.

Rizz -20, Rizz -40

"As requested, your 'rizz' has been reduced to a less musical level," I said, batting my eyelashes, still able to understand him despite his brain-rotted vocabulary.

He leaned in close to inspect my work.

"Based," he grunted, then taking a moment to smell my chest like a gorilla, he ripped open my pink top, leaving my jugs on full display, my nipples pointed sky-ward by their unnatural heft. His right hand wrapped around my ponytail, and I let out a wince, expecting to be thrown to the floor like the others, but I was pleasantly surprised to have my chair dragged to the side instead, afforded a place at his side as he got to work. I readjusted my pool noodle in anticipation.

"No bitch-moaning while I cook. These vibes are immaculate, but I need main character energy to achieve true sigma status," he reprimanded us.

"Uh...mood," I nodded, but the other girls failed to keep their mouths shut.

"Can I curl up next to your big cock while you type?" Georgia purred, her rain-soaked catsuit squeaking as she crawled across the floor. "I’m so cold, how else am supposed to get warm?"

Alfred's nostrils flared as he clicked open her profile, scrolling with purpose for the first time while using it.

Step-sister +45, Step sister +90

"Say less, beta," Alfred replied, scooping Georgia up by her slick lycra.

I watched concerned. Her body seemed to slide and tilt unnaturally, pooling like fabric in his rough hands. Hand to her forehead, Mr. Rindquist grabbed her by the face and squeezed, causing water to squirt from her head as it compressed to fit the shape of his palm. Then twisting her like a damp rag, he coaxed more liquid from the contorted ginger before unceremoniously dragging her across the room and dumping her limp body in the dryer, turning the dial to tumble dry as he closed the lid.

Lara and I just stared in shock, watching Mr. Rindquist reduce our friend to dirty laundry, the choppy cries of "step bro, help" filling the air as the dryer began its cycle.

"That’s enough Dwaddy!" Shouted Lara with a stomp of her foot, the pinnacle of aggression for a girl in a beehive and apron. She had managed to stand back up and rally herself to give Alfred a piece of her mind. "I know you're the mwan of the house, but that compwuter is chwanging you into somethwing you're not. You need to stwop it or I will!"

She did her best to glare intimidatingly, but the best she could manage was a full-lipped pout. Unfazed, Alfred just returned to his laptop, giving Lara a quick update of her own.

Nerf +50, Nerf +100

Plastic googly eyes jittering, Lara looked down to see all of her skin had turned into peach-colored foam. Not bubbly like from a bath, but soft and pliable like the plastic capped bullets fired from a Nerf gun. A look of surprise frozen on her pink rubber mouth, her hollow legs buckled beneath her, sending her yarn-capped head drifting lifelessly to the ground. Pool noodle arms akimbo, she folded in on herself, the only part of her with any heft being her inflated rump, which equally foamy, floated briefly in the air before collapsing down on the rest of her body, now crumpled up and motionless in the remains of her gossamer-thin yellow apron.

"Does the goonette in the cuck chair need to get ratioed, too?" Alfred growled, turning his baleful eyes to me, "or do you understand the assignment?"

Wide-eyed, I nodded, still unable to look away from the butt-shaped children's toy that used to be my best friend.

"Don't trip, she'll respawn in the main lobby after the glow up, ngl," Alfred clarified, before turning back to his laptop.

I held my breath, trying to keep the tears from coming that I knew were there, and after several moments of sitting in silence, aside from the sounds of Georgia spinning in the dryer, Alfred finally leaned back from his computer and cracked his knuckles.

"Sorry to keep you edging, queen," he said, a reassuring hand reaching out to stroke my shoulder, "but this sigma may have finally mogged the chad gods, no ick, no delulu, no cap. Shall we max in the ocky way before the Doordash arrives?"

I inhaled a fluttering breath. The complex web of demands, alterations, masked fear, and weariness felt almost Lovecraftian in my mind as I stared down Alfred Rindquist, his finger hovering just above the enter key.

"I...I don't...I...," I stuttered, closing my eyes as he stroked my cheek.

"Shhhh," he whispered. "We ball, baby girl, we ball." And with a single key tap, I felt my life plummet out from under me.

Macro: Custom Goon Cave on -- loadout: simply too extra to _describe completely .

Cammussy opened her eyes, her goon bud Sigma Alfred stroking himself beside her. Despite also coming here to masturbate, Cammussy knew she was just a set of holes and it was the Sigma who'd get to choose the porn they'd be edging to tonight. His four monitors were arranged in sequence atop his desk, surrounded by signed print outs of models and porn stars taped to the walls around them. Multi-colored lights behind the setup glowed to life, as the Sigma awakened each monitor with a flick of his wrist.

"Where will you be sleeving you cock tonight, Sigma?" Cammussy inquired, presenting him with her array of dick warmers from her plastics tits to her giga-bop that she had to fluff like a dress whenever she sat down.

"Just jelq yourself for a bit, bestie," Alfred replied, "I'm feeling that skibidi toilet rizz, for now."

Nodding her ascent, Cammussy raised up her legs to start fisting herself, watching the monitors fill up with images of the redhead Georgiddies. That simp kept Sigma Alfred, rolling in slutty nudes and vids, and was currently being plowed in a sex tape by some goon named Tyler, her legs sticking out of a washing machine as she creamed.

Behind the masturbating thot, Sigma Alfred had dunked his glizzy into Larabidi, thrusting into her gaping mouth as he gripped her porcelain body. Considering the girl was basically just a head sticking out of a toilet, she was lucky the Sigma deigned to keep her around. Thank goodness she had a nice gyat or she didn't know where she would be.

Balls polished, Sigma Alfred returned to Cammussy who dutifully vacated her chair for the gooning Lord, Georgiddies' moans rising to a fever pitch in the background.

"Are you ready for my services, Sigma?" Cammussy asked again, expecting him to treat her ass like a fleshlight now that Laradidi had got him fluffed.

"Yea, come with me to the couch," he grunted taking the busty thot by the hand. Unsure where this was leading, she didn't ask questions but instead watched with interest as Sigma Alfred lay down in front of her.

"Sit on my face, slut," he told her eloquently, "I want to taste your bop while you serve me cunt."

With glee, Cammussy did as she was bid, straddling Alfred's face with delighted ease. Her flaps folding over him, she started humping excitedly, eager to hear the Sigma's next command for her.