Chapter 31: Bimbo Factory is Fine

Two Months Later

January descended upon the California coast, bringing with it an unusual chill. The weather worldwide was still a little wonky since the United Nations approved a climate change initiative that had several cloud seeding platforms launched into the low atmosphere. The climate changed for the better, averting disaster, but it produced odd side effects like temperatures in Southern California being around mid 40’s in January.

Yet, you couldn’t tell on the hidden beach cove of The Factory.

The solar skin outer cover, which disguised the cove on the ocean side as a rocky cliff, also served as a climate-controlled dome, keeping the temperature at a perfect 75 degrees year-round.

They had to. Especially since most of the guests preferred to be barely dressed or completely nude.

Misty Noxx walked back from the pool bar with two frosty mugs in her hand, margaritas. She struts past the outside pool, making sure to flaunt her now golden tan skin, clad in a black micro bikini that did its best to slip her nipples out with every step. She made eye contact with a few of the studs hanging out by the pool noting their lingering views and licked lips.

She had spent the last two months training with Santana every night. Since her first session her new mentor wanted to see how far her future starlet could go. She had sex with several new talent from The Factory Films roster, and each faux scene was more and more rigorous. Not to mention the physical boons that came with all the extra sex, she was in the best shape of her life. Her sessions with Klaus were becoming easier and easier to perform and recover from, a fact she noticed from him getting more and more erect with each training past.

After helping Santana fix up the studio from her last scene, the head of Factory Films turned to her, herself slick with her own cum after watching Misty work.

“So, how do you feel so far?”

“Fucking fantastic, as always. Why do you ask?” Misty said as she subconsciously licked up cum from her hand.

“Good, but now we must change things up. We are going to take a break from sessions for a week, during that time, I want you to write your own 30-minute scene.”

“Wait really? Why? I thought we were doing the script I picked out.”

“Eventually yes, I’ll admit Misty, you may be the readiest applicant we have had in a while, but remember what you told me when you agreed to join the film division?”

Misty thought back to that first day when Santana sold her the track of becoming an adult entertainment sensation. It felt like 1000 years ago to be honest. In fact, it almost felt like another life in which Jenna, Tso, and herself stepped into a rusty looking warehouse in the middle of nowhere and started a journey rife with cum, orgies, and lust.

“Of course.”

“Well, I think you have more than proved that Misty Noxx can be a A-grade Slut, but Factory Films is about more than just pumping out smut. We make people think about their lust, we draw them in with it, we want our porn to be as good as any tv show and movie out there. To fully become Misty Noxx, I must see what you can do with the knowledge of noted anthropologist Misty Farber applied to your future work. Agreed?”

Misty did agree and spent the last few days brainstorming ideas…and she always hit the same wall. She had incredible scene ideas, but they all involved a woman that was waiting in the wings. The true Misty Noxx. The one she saw while sequestered in Jenna's tank. She looked down at her titties, they were fit and firm, coming in at a low D cup right now thanks to the transformative effects of The Factory. They were great, but she knew it could be better. The writers block was driving her crazy....and horny. Santana also challenged her to only have sex with women for the next week, noting that she had to be just as masterful with the pussy as she was with the penis. A thought that led to her making sure to set up a meeting with Mikayla, the blond bartender who gave her drinks on the house, her pierced nipples bumping out of her uniform bikini.

Hmmmmm, pierced nipples, Misty made a note to explore that in the future.

She finally made it back to the two pool chairs near the water’s edge with the drinks.

“Here you go Tso! Hope you don’t mind salt.” Misty said as she set on Margarita on the small table in between their chairs.

“Oooooh yummy!” Tso chirped as she looked from under the brim of a bright blue sun hat that shaded her blemish free skin.

Whereas Misty spent her two months improving her on camera presence, Tso was in the middle of a Mozart like flurry of fashion design. All her clothing that she wore at the factory were now all custom pieces, completely one of a kind, and all designed to make her look as sexy clothed as she did nude. She basically now had free reign over the Fashion wing of the career department, running down there at all times of the day when she was met with a bout of inspiration.

Of course, she had to earn such a privilege. She remembered asking Valentino, the head of the fashion department, for unlimited access to the vast fabric stores and design suite. He first said no but said he would consider it if she gave him a blowjob regularly. Determined in her dreams, Tso went above and beyond that request. Not only did she make him cum like a freight train from a blowjob, but she fucked him for hours. She remembered the look on his face as she bounced up and down on his cock, tongue out, slapping her ass against his thighs as he filled her with another burst of semen, a look of brain dead orgasm.

He gave her complete access after that, and often would offer her gifts like new clothing or jewelry, all of which she politely declined. Tso was still getting used to who she now was. The timid petite female she was when she got here was now like a distant cousin to her. Every day the first thing she did was fuck herself to orgasm, then she would run two miles before getting ready for class, where she was now an enthusiastic pupil. Then she would design another new dress, negligee, men’s suit, etc, finish it and then come down for the nightly orgy, or invite one of the graduates of the fashion wing to model her pieces, followed by a celebratory fuck session. Having sex with models was something that she was very much against in her old life, now, it just felt like part of the design journey. Sometimes she would invite a male and female model up at the same time and have them pose off for her, with the loser having to watch as the winner got her as victory.

She licked her lips as she sipped on the delicious drink, feeling beads of sweat slide down her body, clad in a stunning yellow sling bikini. Looking up at her friend, she felt a sudden warmth in her privates as she thought of having Misty be her next model of choice, but Misty made it a rule that she wanted to wait until she fully went through Jenna’s procedure before they had time with each other.

All these years of Misty prodding her with teasing sexual innuendo, now she wanted Tso to wait. It was irritating, but exciting as hell.

“Hey, my eyes are up here you slut.” Misty laughed as she sat down on her chair, feeling the filtered sun from the dome warming her skin.

“Oh don’t give me that, you come down here in that bikini and ask for eye contact? Please!” She giggled back as she took another sip from the mug.

“I have to tan; I can’t wear a normal suit, it has too much coverage, can't miss an inch of this skin becoming nice and glowing...speaking of coverage,” Misty said as she rolled on her back, turning her head to look at Tso, “Any updates on Jenna?”

Tso came back to reality a bit as she remembered why Misty set up this little downtime. They both had tried to stick close to Jenna to determine if something was wrong with her. That process got a little difficult since the insanity that was her MOM becoming their new professor at The Factory wasn’t just a hallucination, it was real.

In two months, Marsha had them all immediately stripping naked when entering class and starting off class by having everyone welcome each other with five minutes of passionate making out. From there, they have been taking in depth classes on both the male and female sex organs, using one of us as live examples to show how the factory would change both for the better, and how we needed to know both inside and out to become top tier graduates. Jenna would often stay quiet during these moments, with a distant expression, but every time Tso or Misty would go to talk to her after class she would beeline to her lab.

“No, I keep trying to get her to come to lunch with me, but she says she has to run some tests again.” Tso admitted with a sigh as she lowered her sunglasses to check out a man emerging from the surf, nude, his hammer of a cock swinging between his legs.

“Same, she has only stopped me to ask about diagnostic data and then she runs off.” Misty replied as she also clocked the nude man, biting her lip as she had to remind herself to control the urge to jump him and cum him dry.

“She hasn’t been dry though, that woman keeps visiting her bedroom, Wendy.” Tso said as she turned to face Misty just as the hunk made eye contact with her. Gotta bait the hook after all.

“Again? What does that piece do to her every night? And why not tell us about it? Something isn’t right here Tso I can feel it in my bones!”

“Maybe it is time we kick this up to management?” Tso replied.

“Her mom?”

“Marsha, Misty.” Tso said in a tone that reminded Misty that they got the subtle hint that Marsha wasn’t keen on anybody knowing Jenna was her daughter.

“Right. Marsha. I think if anybody can get to the bottom of this it would be her. My main concern though is having Jenna then think we are just tattling to her Mo…I mean tattling to Marsha that we think something is wrong with her. I don’t want to drive her further away from us.” Marsha admitted.

“Let’s call that a last resort then. Any other ideas besides that?”

“….hear me out.” Misty said as she stared at Tso’s nipples, now free of fabric and perked up outside the slingshot bikini. She could never tell if she was doing these nip slips on purpose or by accident, even though she knew it was definitely on purpose.

“Misty, don’t make me design you a tin foil bikini too. Magnus isn’t an issue here!” Tso sighed as she arched her back, making sure Misty saw her delectable nubs now conveniently falling out of her suit.

“She avoids eye contact with him, her mom makes it a point they don’t sit next to each other, and every he tries to talk to her she runs away. That is more than just a coincidence Tso. There is a connection there, I don’t know what, but there is!”

“Maybe…but we can’t just corner him and interrogate him. We need to get him someplace we can both talk to him in private. We also can’t tip off MARSHA.” Tso relinquished and reiterated to Misty.

“Hmmmmm…I may have an idea for that.”

“Excuse me ladies.”

Tso and Misty turned to see the hunk from the beach standing next to their chairs. He was a large latin Lothario, straight from the cover of a romance novel. Slicked back black hair, green eyes, perfectly pumped and misted muscles, a cute ass, and a sling of a dong, now contained in a classic European speedo.

“I was just wondering…”

“If we would like to move to an arrangement with some shade, privacy, and maybe a selection of fruit and chocolate?” Tso finished the man’s sentence while she tipped her sunglasses down to make direct eye contact with him. The man chuckled.

“Well, yes to the shade part. I have a cabana for the day, and I would be bereft if a pair of wonderful ladies like yourself were to burn out here.” He said, not being subtle in the slightest. His cock twitched in the speedo.

“I actually have to go, I have a prior appointment,” Misty said as she remembered the cute bartender who was going to get the pussy eating of a lifetime, “Tso, I will catch up with you later with what we talked about?”

“Uh huh. We can meet up in your room” Tso said absentmindedly, scanning the hunk from top to bottom. Reeling in a catch of the day.

“Have fun.” Tso sighed as she began to walk back towards the bar.

“Too bad your friend can’t stay,” The hunk said as he helped Tso out of her chair.

“Don’t sound so disappointed, I am sure I can help you out with any, ideas you had,” She said lustfully as they began to walk over to his Cabana “Tell me, um, what was your name again?”

“Rodrigo Polanco.” He said with a slight Spanish lilt.

“Rodrigo. Have you ever thought about modeling?”

“Ha, I have been told I should, but I don’t know if I have the stage presence for it.”

“You should. If it is a matter of nerves, I have a way of…” She said as she reached down into his speedo and grabbed his cock by the base, “curing those kinds of nerves.”

Rodrigo’s eyes went wide as Tso led him to his Cabana, pushed him down on the bed, and closed the curtains.

Hook. Line. And Sinker.

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Magnus sat in his room looking over a new trove of files.

This crop was focused on the several thousand donors and patrons of The Factory and what projects and causes they designated their money for.

He often would find a familiar or famous name and pause for a moment. Reeling in the fact that this person was a product of the Factory. Then again, not all graduates want the same thing. This was something that Magnus was observing more and more as the past few months went on. Sure, there were the graduates who wanted to get the full Bimbo or Stud package. Massive tits, huge assess, silky hair, wet pussy, big dicks, iron muscles, chiseled jaws, and gleaming smiles were always abounded here. Then there were people who just wanted to change their lives. Maybe go up just one cup size, get physically fit, learn how to live their lives without the mental blocks of society holding back their sexuality and their personality overall.

He could ping that to several of these alumni he found. A lot of them were people in high places, and even though they didn’t look like sex on a plate they exuded an energy that made them sexy. That made them glow with life.

This new foundation made Magnus even more ravenous for information to use against Mathias. He was slowly starting to piece together things, knowing that his Uncle, had plans for this place, and knowing that Wendy was helping him try to achieve it. The Factory did not match Mathias’s visions or his mindset, so Magnus knew he wanted to take over. But how?

He was also just scratching the surface on why his Uncle turned out the way he did. His file indicated a massive change in his program to transform him before he became a Graduate, but what caused such an erratic change in course? And then there was the event that caused him to be expelled from the Board of the Factory and The Factory itself entirely.

Nothing in this batch further helped him as he shut the folder, closed his notebook with copied information, and placed the folder back into the cooler it came in. Mary had very odd ways of getting him information as part of their deal. She never delivered the files he asked for, it was always random, like a message telling him to check a certain plant for files under the soil or in this case, the kitchen delivering him a cooler of what they said was new protein mix, only to find more files. Then he would get an encrypted message on this watch telling him where to drop them when he was done…and what Mary wanted Magnus to do to her when they would meet up next.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Who is it?” Magnus said as he shoved the cooler under his bed to hide the files.

“Maaaagnus? Come on you know who it is!”

Oh great. Wendy.

He strode towards the door and opened it a wedge to see his Uncle’s dutiful spy standing there. She was, surprisingly, more dressed than usual. She wore a pair of short shorts and wedge sandals, her top covered with a plaid shirt buttoned to show off her cleavage, but not in a egregious way.

“What is it?” He sighed as he cracked open the door a bit more, preparing for when he would shove herself inside.

“Geeze Magnus, you could be a little more polite to a friend!” She whined as she reached up and stroked his bicep licking her lips. She yelped as he brushed her hand off.

“Oh, so we are friends now? Is that something he told you to say?” Magnus said back

“Of course! I am making sure you are coming along in your journey; you fill me with that growing cock of yours. Sounds like friendship to me.” She giggled as he noted her nipples poking under the flannel she wore, no bra, typical.

“Are we going to get this over with or are you going to drone on and on?” Magnus finally cut to the chase, eager to get her away from him.

She nodded and followed him into the room, beginning to take all the usual measurements. Magnus stripped down until he was fully nude, his cock doing it’s thing and slowly growing to full mast.

“Wow. Magnus, what are you feeding this thing?” Wendy laughed as she scanned his cock.

He sighed again, waiting for her to shove him back on the bed and start the usual sexual performance portion of her job…yet she didn’t…she finished the scan, input some info onto her watch, and stood up.

“Welp, till next time Magnus, great work so far, Mathias will be pleased!” She chirped as she turned to go to the door.

Red flags flew around Magnus’s brain. Something was up.

“Are you forgetting something?” He said sarcastically as he pointed at his dick.

“Hm? Oh! Sorry Magnus my head is every which way today. I have something else to get to so how about a raincheck on that?” She said in an alarmingly complimentary apology.

“No test of my prowess? No assurance of my development in dominance?” Magnus continued to question.

“Nope! I mean, Mathias asks for that, but I can tell him we did. Our little secret.” She giggled.

Massive. Red. Flag. Wendy never questioned anything his Uncle decreed. EVER. Something changed, and he had to find out what. Wendy continued to go to the door until Magnus had a idea, a crazy one, but an idea. She turned the knob as he finally looked to her.

“I didn’t give you permission to leave.”

Wendy stopped and turned around. Magnus noted the sudden change in her demeanor, much like the same as when he saw her with Mathias in his office before. One of obedience, not full, but tentative.

“May…may I go…” She quietly asked, clearly aroused by the command Magnus laid down.

“Just some questions. First, what do you have to do that wont allow you to do your duty for Mathias?”

“I can’t say…Factory business, and no I can’t tell you even if you asked.” She said back

Her tone was more open, less mocking. Magnus continued.

“Ok. Second, you would go ahead and defy my Uncle? Lie to him even?” He said, pouring a bit of melodramatic authority into his speech.

“Well, it isn’t exactly a lie. You have been fucking gloriously from the start Magnus, in fact, you are outpacing your Uncle’s projects of what you could be. I just tell him business as usual and he is satisfied.” She said with a tremble in her voice, nipples perked once again.

Something changed. She was clearly still attached to Mathias, but it wasn’t as much of a cult vibe. He would have to keep an eye on her. This was a change in the game that could play to his advantage if he could determine what caused it. Magnus went to let her go when a sudden wicked question popped into his head. He finally had a little advantage on Wendy…plus he was a little curious to say the least.

“One more question. You said that I was outpacing my uncle’s expectations. What does that mean exactly?”

“Well. He predicted that you would turn out the average graduate. You are clearly going beyond those expectations though. Your stamina is insane, your body fat is all but gone, your hair is growing back in, your smell….your smell…” She started to falter as Magnus noted a wet spot appearing on her shorts.

“Don’t stop, continue.”

“Your smell is exquisite. You exude manliness, it is intoxicating sometimes. And you cock…well…you are at 11 and a half inches already. If you continue to develop, you may reach…at least 14 or 15 inches and a two inch thickness…which will…”

“Which will what?”

“Make you bigger than him.” She gasped, now sweating.

Magnus almost sat down. Son of a bitch, he thought, this place really was working miracles. He looked up to see Wendy anxiously twitching in place, staring at his aforementioned cock, now fully erect.

“Wendy?”

“Yes Mas…Magnus.”

“What do you want?”

“What?”

“Just be honest with me, what do you want right now?”

“……I want your cock; I want to lick it from tip to balls. I don’t have time for anything else, but please just let me have that, then I really do have to go, but I can’t without having you in my throat Mast…”

“Don’t. Just Magnus.” He stopped her as he caught her about to say that word that Magnus abhorred being called. Yet, a word that she called nobody but Mathias.

She crawled on her hands and knees to him, coming up to his now fully erect cock and grasping it at the base with her hand. She looked up at Magnus and smiled as she licked his cock up and down to get it nice and wet for her throat.

“Can I suck it Magnus? Please? I want your cum in my mouth and down my throat, just for the road?” She dutifully whispered lustily as she flicked his tip with her tongue.

Magnus looked down at his uncle’s pet, now seemingly more charmed to him than ever before. He had to investigate more of this in the future…but to just keep up appearances…what the hell?

“Enjoy yourself Wendy.” He barely got out as she inhaled his cock all the way down and began to bob up and down, making happy slobbery gulps as she relished in pleasure.

Unbeknownst to Magnus, Wendy was cursing herself in her mind for succumbing to her base impulses for cock. She was going to be late now.

And Mistress hated when Wendy was late.

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Nicoletta sat in her lab at her own computer, typing in another long brief of her latest tests.

“Subject has been through seven treatments of **** solution in tank. Each successive treatment has shown minor physical improvements at best. Vision is improved, and musculature has regained level attained at the beginning of the year. Mentally, image of snow-white plain still persistent in repetition, origin of mental image unclear. Additional tests required.” She repeated to herself as she finished typing and saved the document.

She had been in Jenna’s tank four times over the last two months, in between helping her with tests regarding her friend Misty. So far, she only noticed minor changes to her body and overall health. Initially she thought that because she was a graduate already and fully found her inner self that the process would only refresh her in a way, then she had her first dream in her third session. A white plain of snow, extending as far as the eye could see. She recognized it as Siberia, her parent’s ancestral home, and a large tower emerging out of the snow.

That was all she got. She kept having the dream in the last four sessions, getting closer to the tower before waking up. It was frustrating. And she liked it.

Finally, a challenge for her scientific mind. Both Misty and Tso also explained that they had vivid dreams before experiencing a life changing **** within themselves. Tso literally became her fully realized Inner Bimbo after just two sessions, and now she was out in the Factory designing dresses and bedding every one of Valentino’s newest proteges.

She was also keeping tabs on Jenna herself. Nicoletta noted a new drive in the young cub, seeing her put the nose to the grindstone on several late sessions. She was close to breaking down how the molecular compounds of the factory **** enhanced and improved her original formula. The lab now looked like a cross between cyberpunk and a beautiful mind, with huge whiteboards covered in molecular models, equations, and measurements of body parts both before and after in Tso and Misty’s cases.

Yet, Nicoletta could not help but noticed a certain edge to Jenna’s movements, to her bravado. There was an electricity that wasn’t there before, and often she would be short with her when she asked questions but was quick to apologize. Nicoletta contributed it to her hitting a stride in both her treatment and her work, relating to the drive for scientific discovery.

Yet…her gut was telling her something different.

She shut down her computer and got up to straighten her dress when she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Somebody was approaching Jenna’s lab. Someone taller…and broad shouldered. Nicoletta silently glided to her door and opened the door a sliver to see the figure enter the lab and gently closed the door behind them, keeping the lights off.

Nicoletta, peered in, and with her enhanced eyes saw a dim figure in the grey wash of night vision provided by her factory enhancements, back facing the door.

She caught the door and slunk inside.

“Shit…where the hell is she?” The mystery man said, completely oblivious to Nicoletta standing right behind him.

In one swift move, Nicoletta snap kicked the intruder in the back of his knee, eliciting a yelp and knocking them to both their knees. She then rolled through a cartwheel, grabbing him by the head and slamming him to the floor wrapping his head and arm into a triangle **** and subduing him almost to unconsciousness.

“Lab. Lights on please.” Nicoletta calmly said as the confirmed man struggled in her vice like legs.

The labs flickered on, revealing the guest, eliciting a raised eyebrow from the not often surprised Russian.

“Hmmmmmmm interesting. Very Interesting.” She pondered out loud as Magnus Maximus struggled to get free, held in an iron trap of two legs enhanced with years of Factory science.

Magnus gasped and croaked. Feeling his body start to go out from the pressure applied by the two vice like quads of Nicoletta. She rolled through, releasing the ****, and knocking Magnus back onto his back, but before he could say a thing, he felt the heel of a 6-inch platform stuck into his jugular.

“Arthur Mathis. Now Magnus Maximus. Alumni Wharton School of Business, Sigma Cum Laude Harvard Law. EVP at Maximus Pharma…and nephew of one of the most egotistical sociopaths I have ever had the displeasure of having intercourse with.”

Magnus made eye contact with the fierce woman in front of him. Unlike Marsha, Magnus felt something deep within him commanding him to leave. Fight or flight. Life or ****. The woman bore daggers through him with her icy silver eyes.

“Answer me with the truth, or I puncture your windpipe. Why. Are. You. Down. Here?

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Mathias sat in his large armchair in his study, a book propped open in his hand.

Today’s selection was Moby Dick. A favorite from long before he was the definition of the male form perfected. He remembered the first time he cracked open the spine when he was a boy, following the adventure of the sailor Ishmael as he, and the entire crew of the Pequot, chased down a devil of white, all driven by the mad Captain Ahab.

Mathias chuckled as he came to the vessels first encounter with the titular whale. He could almost picture himself in that time. A young overweight boy of no friends, hobbies consisting of data collection and fantasy novels. A time when he was just a normal human. Disappearing into books to try and escape his problems and thoughts.

Back then he related to Ishmael, the protagonist set to the whims of adventure, but under mad direction of a man sick with ****.

The irony of course, made Moby Dick his favorite novel.

He was no longer Ishmael.

He was Captain Ahab. His crew his harem of slaves and sluts. His white whale…Aphrodite.

But unlike the captain, his quarry would fall to him, and his story will end with his cock fully buried in the soft folds of perfection. The female ideal for all females to come after her. The bearer of his legacy, his heirs. Everything was going according to plan…

And yet…

He snapped the book shut after placing a bookmark and laid it down with care on the side table. The chair groaned as his massive frame rose out of it, wearing nothing but a terrycloth robe, the bulge of his mammoth cock threatening to reveal itself.

“****.” He commanded to the silent slut in a barely lingerie maid’s outfit jolted to attention.

“Yes Master! How shall I please you master? Does master wants his cock sucked before he retires?” The Japanese slut with standard bolted on tits and ass lilted as she clacked over to him to reach for his cock.

“No,” He grunted, relishing in the groan of disappointment as the **** before him leaked all over the floor from between her legs, “I need you to locate Athena for me, I have a task for her and I want to debrief her before I set her onto it.”

The **** gasped and paused. Even with all the treatments and programming she was put through to become one of the harem sluts, she knew what locating Athena meant. It meant going down to the basement. It meant facing down the fearsome warrior whore of Mathias, and the possibility of becoming the next **** to succumb to her “reconditioning.”

“Well? Do you want me to tell her you are coming so you can be greeted properly?” Mathias said as he towered over the trembling fuck toy below him.

The slut maid yelped and trotted out of the room.

Mathias turned to face the window, knowing full well that it didn’t matter if he told Athena or not. That maid would soon end up on a harness, held up in the air, as Athena ate her out with the voraciousness of a shark to blood. He had the time to wait, why not let his soldier have her fun?

He would need her in top form anyway.

Wendy’s reports were becoming more and more rote. Not as detailed. Not as precise. It gave all the information he required…but that was all.

Maybe he put too much trust in his little bird. She was the most evolved of his sluts besides Samantha, but even the best projects may end up faltering.

He could not let that possibility occur.

He could not fail.

He would show them all…he would make them all pay for the day they humiliated him at The Factory…

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Note from Ted. I know this was a chonk of a chapter, but it is going to set up some great beats down the line. Like last time, fair warning, there may be a longer duration between this chapter and the next. I managed to squeak this one out to start off Part 4 in earnest, but real life as always is picking up steam and dropping some interesting opportunities into my lap. Opportunities that move this story a bit further down the to-do list. But I have not forgotten! I guarantee you will like what comes next! Thank you for the likes, favorites, and views! I truly cannot believe this story has gained as much traction as it has! Until next time.