Perspectives

Thursday proves fairly routine—at least, according to the new routine—for all parties involved, and my small pile of gems remains untouched. I start the morning by reading a brief notification from the developers stating that I can now review all purchases made under the "Inventory" list, which is now a tab on the left-corner of the interface. Blinking away my slumber, I go ahead and take stock of the changes to my Custom Girls made so far... and I can't help but be torn between feeling like I've gone overboard and feeling like it's all only just begun.

SOPHIA LIA
She’s an Open Book (RC: Nipple Twister)
Lactation
G-Cup Breasts
Sensitive Breasts
Permanently Hard Nipples
Arousal Multiplier (300%)
Cleavage Tease
Forever Employed
Hotkey: Drop Item, unlimited
Hotkey: Bend Over, unlimited
Hotkey: Squeeze Breasts Together, unlimited

CATHERINE HATTS
Sexual Punisher (Deputy You; Pleasure is Punishment Enough; After School Special; Parent/Board-Approved)

DONNA CHEN
Must Play Your Games
Winners Get Kisses

ALICE HAINES
Oral Lover
Dreams of You
Hair Masochist
Scent-Drunk
Sensitive Lips
Sensitive Breasts
Cleavage Showoff
Anal Lover
Sensitive Clit
Arousal Multiplier (300%)
Legal ****
Short, Short Skirts
No Panties
No Bras
Needs You to Cum
Heavy Makeout Hello
Hotkey: Summon Custom Girl (1-Mile), unlimited
Hotkey: Strip a Piece of Clothing, 3/day

MARIA CHAN
Hairless Below the Eyes

ERIKA GREEN
Erotica Excitement
Vicarious Pleasure

But I have to wonder how the girls I’ve affected are all taking it...?

Sophia Lia

Waking up covered in towels turns out to be more comfortable than the Harvard graduate expected, though the burden of laundry means she still wants the breast pumps she ordered for rush delivery. She rises before the sun, her monstrous tits spilling to either side of her as they dribble milk from being stirred. Her body still aches with soreness from consistent, daily **** from her own hands and those of David Haines, the devilish failure who now starts and ends her irresistible work day.

Her body trembles even now to remember his touch—and his mouth, damn him!—on her body, and she loathes the parts of her that grow excited at the promise of the day. She goes into the shower and starts her day with an experimental, thorough milking by hand, squeezing her own nipples and breasts as she tries to beat the inevitable consequence of going into class with filled mammaries.

Her whimpers fill the shower, and soon the milk piles on her body and the floor with enough volume to flow into the drain. The glass doors are spotted white. Her thighs are drenched with her own lubrication as she tries, and fails, to fight the building orgasm from her effort to be rid of this accursed lactation, but her hands are too hesitant, too considerate: they pause, they soften their touch, and so she prolongs her masturbation and eventually surrenders when she drives herself to come a second time.

She has to do it harder, and she needs a certain headspace to bring herself to such self-brutalization. But there is only one means to do it: she imagines Dave mauling her as she tenderly deforms her own breasts and tries to emulate his roughness. She was absolutely not masturbating to the idea of sex with her student! In denying it, she imagined it: sex with David Haines, that fallow little man mounting her after driving her to weakness, squeezing her nipples with such viciousness as to make her cry and come with equal excitement... it was too horrible to imagine.

Worse, she fears, it could become reality if she resists his orders. Would he... would he dare? But she’s been saving her... no, he wouldn’t... right?

She would stand in that shower, dirtying it, until the sun finally rose and drove her back to the classroom to suffer anew.

Erika Green

Faking food poisoning is not the norm for Ms. Green; she was a diligent teacher who actually gave some damn about her kids. So when she e-mailed as much to Human Resources, no one so much at blinked at the request for the rest of the week off. Clearly, she was indeed now recovering from food poisoning... and certainly not trying to come to terms with the strangest, unexplained development in her recently-single life.

No one would guess she was in her apartment at the moment, spread eagle and watching two monitors while wearing earbuds. Her body was covered in the gentle sheathe of sweat that one might expect from an exhilarating exercise or night of passion, only she is alone, stationary, and it's ten o'clock in the morning. She's still sore from yesterday's antics with Sophia and that rough little student of hers, and still confused as to why she got so worked up right along with them.

So, she’s been experimenting, testing this newfound, vicarious arousal to find its depths and find a way to control them. Her experiments yielded some fruit: she watched a roulette of porn videos to see if she could achieve the same result watching those people have sex. She was titilated, certainly, and in some cases intensely so... but it was nothing compared to what she felt watching her colleague being molested by their mutual pupil. For the first half-hour, she suspected videos just could not produce the same result.

But she hit a turning point with a vaguely-named bit of amateur porn, entitled with the usual "real orgasm" nonsense so many videos wield... but this time, Erika suspected, it was real. On finding it, Erika Green was left so shaken and breath-taken that she struggled to return to bed after making a mess of her office chair. Now the space is cleaned up and a towel sits pinned underneath her naked ass, she's ready for what may come... and as the video begins to escalate, it's clear that it's going to be her.

Satisfied with the experiment, she pauses the video with a trembling hand. Her breaths are heavy and ****; she still tingles with that incredible sensation the random woman in the video was feeling... did feel. Erika has no scientific explanation for it, but somehow it all adds up between Sophia's orgasms, the student's, and now this random camgirl: Erika can experience all the pleasure of sex without lifting a finger or involving another party, so long as she's witnessing someone else go through it.

Curious about this ability's limits, she opens four windows and distributes them across her two monitors, each one playing the same, effective video with just a few seconds gap in between.

Would the same video being witnessed multiple times carry a stronger effect? She has her answer as the first video reaches its climax, driving Ms. Green to cover her mouth as she squeals and clenches up... only to feel the kick anew a few seconds later, and then again, and then again as the videos fuck her in sequence. This video still has five minutes to go, four times... and Erika can’t bring her hands to the keyboard or mouse to stop it, not until long after all four videos finished playing.

Maria Chan

Maria looks at herself in the bathroom mirror, holding her razor in her hand for her almost daily ritual... but she doesn't find any of that loathsome body hair she hates so much. Did it finally stop growing? Was she entering some new, stranger period of puberty? Her mind doesn't question it any further because Dave didn't set her awareness to pay it any mind. With a satisfied smile, she puts the razor back in the drawer where it will live until someone rude comes over and uses it without her permission.

Alice Haines

Alice stirs from her sleep gasping with horror... but that gasp is a soft moan, and hastily she withdraws her fingers from her soaked snatch. Flipping the sheets away, she curses as she looks down at her naked body (denied her pajamas as she was after midnight), and at the growing stain of her cum just under her ass. She had been half-jilling, half-squeezing herself tight all the night and she's already exhausted and frustratingly horny. Her dreams did not flee her this time: they were vivid and detailed, based now on the reality of her brother's body as she saw it just before she was permitted to return to sleep. He had railed her with his disgusting manhood and she had moaned like a whore to receive it, begging him to fill her up, to knock her up, and watching in that strange, dreamy disconnection as he obliged her.

Recalling it now made her gag in disgust, but after that dream was just another, equally vivid in her mind, of Dave being born "Deanna Haines," with a nice set of mom's titties and a penchant for scissoring her little sister. That fantasy was only barely more welcome. Disgusting with herself and the state of her bed, Alice works fast to remove her sheets and stow her shame in her laundry bin before jumping into her bath, hopefully to masturbate this edging arousal into oblivion... only she isn't permitted even that respite because some inexplicable urge has her march out of her room, stark-naked, and into Dave's. He's there, naked and waiting smug as ever, with his nasty cock fully erect to greet her.

“Hey, sis.”

“H-Hey.” But that's as far as she gets before she's once again riding him, this time pinning his dick between her belly and his, to take his tongue into her mouth for a deep, inexplicably passionate kiss. His hands wander within the confines of such an embrace: he tweaks her right nipple and rubs her clit with three fingers in a rapid, merciless attack that finally gets her over the edge she's been denied all night. She all but pisses her cum onto his balls as she shakes in his grip, but he doesn't stop until she's finally free to dismount.

“F-Fuck, every... time...!”

He opens his mouth to say something... but apparently thinks better of it.

“Alright, I'll... see you at the car...” Still dazed from coming with her brother's touch, a shamed Alice runs to her bath... but like all the rest of the day's antics she'd go through, it would not bring her to come again on her own.

Catherine Hatts

The A.P. sighs as she watches the two varsity players, caught brawling in the locker room, now working hard to frot against one another until both achieve orgasm. Their lips and eyes are locked, but Hatts can tell they aren’t into it; it’s going to take a decent amount of rubbing until they finally make up and finish their punishment. Bored, the A.P. checks her docket and finds, with some surprise, that no teacher has contacted her about their usual repeat offenders. A strange change of pace—perhaps they don’t approve of her new, now infamous methods?—but Catherine welcomes the break. She just has to hope her ongoing problem students—and that stuffy Ivy League ass hat—learned from their own sessions with her.

“Cup the balls, William, or we’ll be here until the new season!” Crying, he complies.

Donna Chen

Despite all the chaos Dave had unleashed upon the school thus far, Donna remains blissfully unaware. Having no interest in gossip, no contact with Ms. Lia, and no discipline from Hatts, Donna is instead free to enjoy a normal, boring day of school, a warm cup of tea with her lunch from home, and a meditative period of reviewing aggregate chess news outlets once she’s home. For Donna Chen, her game tomorrow was nothing more than the shaming of another upstart boy, likely with illusions of grandeur or courtship, that could end in tricking him to joining the Chess Club and increasing her influence. David Haines was little known to her, but wiping that smug look from his face would probably be satisfying all the same.