Experimentation Suspended

Haines Residence, 11:18 P.M.

JESTER OF HUMILIATION
Sexually embarrass/humiliate at least 100 people within a day: COMPLETE. 50 GEMS AWARDED!
Sexually embarrass/humiliate at least 300 people within a day: COMPLETE. 50 GEMS AWARDED.
You have destroyed an achievement pillar!
You have earned 10 avatar gems!
You have earned the title: Jester of Humiliation!
New achievement pillar revealed: EATER OF THOUGHTS.

EATER OF THOUGHTS
Cause Custom Girls to come strongly enough to lose all rational thought for a collective total of ten hours: 8/10. 30-GEM AWARD.

SPELUNKER OF SPHINCTERS
Cause at least 200 anal orgasms: COMPLETE. 30 GEMS AWARDED!
Cause at least 500 anal orgasms: 113/200. 50-GEM AWARD.

FATHER OF MANY
Impregnate, or cause to be impregnated, 200 unique people: 138/200. +5 DAILY GEM AWARD.

GEMS: 286/300

Darkness fills my house as everything lay still, cleansed of my actions and all evidence of visitations. I am alone in my living room, with my thoughts running through my brain and my PS Vita lit up and waiting on the corner table between the couch and loveseat. The stream of pop-ups have been trying to get my attention; I've ignored them for now. The power cable trickles out of the device in a weaving path to the far wall, and my thoughts, similarly anchored, can’t escape the orbit of that moment some hours ago.

I had pulled out of her and shook her, but Wendy just kept smiling and assuring me she was fine, even as she continued crying. I held her for a time, unsure of what else to do; I think we must have laid there, her naked body grasped in my arms and legs, for thirty minutes or so before she finally asked if the experiment was finished, or if this was also harvesting sexual energy.

I had muttered some response to her and told her to use my shower and then to go home. She was... oddly **** to leave, given her reactions. My cum had leaked out of her slit in the time I held her: it stained her thigh and the sheets beneath her. I mindlessly replaced the latter while she cleansed the former, too unsure and awkward to even try to address what happened while cutting through all the alien bullshit.

Fully dressed and awkwardly thumbing her uniform around her tightened chest area, she thanked me for the opportunity to experience a real-life alien probing and hoped I would call her again soon to do more. Her voice did not crack when she said it, but I could scarcely believe it. She did not explain the crying, the trembling, or the silence. She wanted more. I stopped asking. Once she was gone, I sat down in my living room in my boxers and a t-shirt and… and here I remain.

And I waited, waited for some thought to purge that gnawing in my gut, waiting for something to explain how… how I really thought I could get Wendy to come, to get her horny against every odd and warning I met... how I thought nutting inside her would somehow trigger some kind of... I don't know, primal response. I don't even know what the Hell an "asexual" person is, much less how to turn them on; if even sex demons can't figure it out, then how can I-?

I inhale suddenly and sharply; I had stopped breathing for a moment there. I turn to the Vita and eyed the gem counter. I like the Custom Girls app. I like turning girls into involuntary, trembling piles of orgasming bliss; it's the pleasure that gets me off, too, not just the slight resistance. The struggle is nice, the competition is better... but it's the satisfaction of knowing that I made them feel good, no matter how much they didn't want to, that really gets me going. If I had to earn that, all the better. That's all I wanted; just to earn Wendy turning into another moaning name on my list. I just wanted her to...

Well. That's the past, now... and the doorbell ringing reminds me that I have other matters to attend to. I finally pick up the Vita to see who's at my door. It's... Ivette. I paid her $3,000 for the day; was she here to collect by keeping me company past midnight? Despite my inaction, I'd earned something like $30,000 the last time I looked at my bank account. Perhaps I should've made "turn into a viral pornstar" the punishment for Sophia instead... well, nothing says I can't do both. At least she'd be feeling pleasure when I-

Dave, stop it.

Alright, Ivette, what's one more payment, really? As I rise with my Vita in my hand, I push Wendy to the back of my thoughts and focus on the present Girl. I pull up her options to see if I can't dump what will soon be excess gems into her.

IVETTE SINCLAIR
Exciting Albinism, Advanced: Dark Teasing (Subject is aroused by an absence of light, but this arousal builds infinitely without permitting orgasm until subject is exposed to at least moderate light.)
Porcelain Doll, Advanced: Double Time (This punishment's daily time allotment is doubled.)
TOTAL COST: 65 gems. OK? Purchased!

Punishment: Porcelain Doll [558 of 660 minutes remaining]

GEMS: 221/300

At 330 gems, Ivette was now my top-invested Girl... though I'd probably change that once Sophia came around again. Should I ask her what...? No, better to ask Dr. Anand... probably? Maybe both could give me some advice... and with Dr. Anand, I could setup a meeting and... and maybe she'd somehow have the cure via the app's newfound horny practice for the good doctor. Shit, that's a great idea! At least, I think it is... but for now, I just open the door to greet a freshly-bathed, uniformed Doctor Sinclair at my door. I secretly prayed she was looking for sexual relief; if I could at least make her feel good-

“Get your pants off, I've only got 30 minutes.”

“Wow, it's like... you know exactly what to say,” I manage.

“Cut the pillow talk,” she grumbles as she lets herself in, “and... and turn the lights on, somehow even this place being so dark is...”

I smile knowingly. Too dark, I bet... but that'll be half the fun. But as much as I try to focus on Ivette... “Hey, uh... you wouldn't know how to cure, like, a total lack of sex drive, would you?”

Ivette pauses before turning at me with a raised eyebrow. “That's... a weird question, from you. It's definitely not a yes or no question, and... well, depending on what you're actually talking about, that probably ranges from very specific medication and therapy to... well, nothing to cure unless you're into conversion therapy. I know you like recruiting sex slaves with your... magic, or whatever, but tell me you're not that crazy.” I blink at her and wait for clarification, but she shakes her head. “Forget it, this is just you not being able to make someone come for once, right?” Her accusation stabs me so viciously that I sputter the denial that gives me away. “Look, if you're not able to get someone's rocks off, stop making it out to be a problem for you to solve before you ruin it for everyone. Pass that on to every ex I've had, while you're at it. Now shut up and get naked before you talk me out of the mood.”

Jesus, is this the mood now? And how did she pick up on that?! “Y-Yeah, alright,” is all the indignity I can muster aloud.

At the end of the day... she was here to heal me, and the distraction of her sensitive flesh proves effective enough for a time.

Peppernickel Residence, 11:32 P.M.

”David” Log 3

Monitoring began at 900 hours and concluded at 1900 hours once it was concluded that “David” had completed his experiments with a number of women. The subjects affected today include Alice Haines and Ms. Sophia Lia in the morning (see “David” Logs 1 and 2), along with a new subject: one Dr. Ivette Sinclair, whose identity is estimated based on statements made on site and a search for her on LinkedIn. Afterwards, a second new subject was added: Leona Teller, another classmate, and possibly her mother as well (the mother only visited at the door, but it is difficult to know the extent of exposure necessary at this point to qualify).

Direct contact began at 1950 hours. Surveillance equipment was brought on site but no opportunity arose to install any of it; “David” carefully monitored and controlled my presence. “David” explained the experiments to me in terms of “sexual energy,” and began experimenting with me to gather it. As part of the experiment, he made a number of cosmetic changes, including increasing my natural breast size, removing almost all of my body hair, and reversing all the damage to my face caused by-

The extent of changes to my body appears to be permanent or at least long-lasting; they remain at this time and no incision points or any other indication of surgery is present. How "David" is able to manipulate biological matter this way, and so seamlessly, remains to be understood.

I cannot be sure if it was a successful experiment or data-gathering experience for “David.” “David” did ejaculate a convincing replica of semen into my vagina as part of the experiment, though it is safe to presume it is inert matter or otherwise a medium through which the experiment is enhanced. (As I am entering an what my gynecologist estimated to be the fertile period of my cycle, we can find relief in the biological impossibility of human-alien cross-breeding.)

I do not recall much of the experiment; exposure to the procedure may have rendered me **** for a time, making more urgent my need to install surveillance equipment that could record the experience. We exchanged words, and I was made to probe and manipulate his replicated human penis with my hands and mouth before he-

I have never been closer to the truth, though I never would have expected my personal issues to have interfered. I thought I had finally accepted that I would never feel the way most do about sexual activity, but now if it interferes with my greatest discovery-

Experimentation will begin again tomorrow during the extended school shutdown, presuming "David" will permit it. Surveillance to be installed via necessary burglary when next “David” leaves his premises. While I cannot be sure he would leave the home he invaded unprotected, it is clear I will never be able to install the cameras and microphones while he is there. End of log.

Wendy rose from her bed, her phone’s journal app still open, and looked again into the mirror that stood on her vanity above the menagerie of spy gear atop it. There was no perfume or makeup in sight, but unexpected beauty waited there all the same in the mirror… no, not unexpected. Lost and found. Even if she was hardly a supermodel, the gorgeous semi-symmetry that was returned to her seemed… almost unnaturally beautiful. Wendy knew why, of course: that other face had greeted her for two years now. It had become her new normal...

Below the old normal were her bare breasts, now desperately in need of giant-cupped bras, a consideration she wished the alien entity was capable of giving. Her parents didn’t react to her coming in with these changes, though her eye had remained covered on the advice of “David”; apparently her new eye could cause trouble if discovered by others, though why that would be noticed (and not her womping-new tits) was beyond her. Wendy wasn’t sure how she could continue covering it through her next optometrist appointment, but she would do her best.

The naked, freckled teen adjusted her glasses as she wondered aloud, “Perhaps he could fix my prescription next time… the better to see genitals? I’ll need to frame it in some sexual way, but maybe…” Wendy frowned at her own musings; this isn’t about personal gain, so she shouldn’t start making it so… even if she had gained so much more than she could have hoped for. This is about seeking the truth… and if finding some means to produce sexual energy was how she could do it, then she had to overcome an identity she was finally growing comfortable with… or else be so “good in bed” that she didn’t actually need to enjoy it herself during the experiments.

With grim determination, Peppernickel put on the largest band t-shirt she could find—The Jumping Jehosaphats, an industrial ska-techno group too esoteric to survive—and jumped on the Internet to begin a deep dive into “workarounds” for her particular sexuality. Her grin returned slowly as she returned to her element, and the mild soreness in her crotch faded into deep memory.