They both fall further into depravity

A wave washed over them, even Chet felt it. Once it passed they stood frozen silence for a moment. It was like someone pressed the reset button on the whole situation. Time had been rewound to just before Lisa stepped through the beads. Right before Jim had seen Chet's work and lost his temper. When time finally resumed things played out slightly differently. The first thing that was different would be Lisa. She stepped through the beads once again, this time with slightly more of a sway in her hips. Where previously she'd been given fallen angel wings for her earlobes, she now sported metal lettering that spelled out Trashy and Vulgar. Her hair was no longer straight and clean, but ruffled and messy. It looked as though she'd been fucking for ten hours straight and just now stepped back into civilization, a proper walk of shame. To add to this effect, her makeup wasn't as impeccably applied as previously. Now it was smeared, but "repaired", like if she had taken a couple of minutes to touch it up before leaving, but not enough time to completely redo it.

The second deviation came when Jim first saw her. All the rage he'd previously contained had been exchanged for lust. His girlfriend was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. The trashy tattoos and her piercings. He loved the whole package. She looked so het when she entered looking like she just had the fuck of her life. Jim was rock hard, it took every ounce of self control for him not to rail her there in the shop.

You look incredible! I love it, I was sceptical at first Chet, I'll admit, but your work speaks for itself. What a bunch of freaks, Chet thought to himself. Usually people hated whatever he did to them, she parlor itself was just a front for a **** business. That's where he actually made his money anyways.. Tattooing was just something he did for the fun of it, not really relying on happy customers or income.

I fucking know! Look at these ones, you love them or what, you sick cunt? She turned around and grabbed each of her ass cheeks and pulled them outwards. Putting her "Jimmy's" and "Cumslut" tattoos on full display.

How much? Jim asked with a sense of urgency, probably because he was so very eager to take Lisa out for a "test drive".

Not a dime. Just remember to hit me up whenever the slut needs any work done, eh? Usually Jim would've flinched when someone called his girl a slut and retaliated. Not anymore, he derived pleasure from hearing others badmouth her. She was a bitch after all, and should be referred to as such. Instead he just shrugged and took Lisa under his arm as they made their way out of the parlor, taking the first available bus home..

They practically tumbled through the front door. Lisa had her legs wrapped around Jim's torso as she violated his mouth with her newly pierced tongue. The instant Jim closed the door, his girlfriend jumped off of him and went straight on her knees. She fidgeted with his pants and fished out his rock hard penis. One sloppy blowjob later and she was drenched in cum. Unlike the other times she'd let someone cum on her face there was an extra step. She brought out her phone. She made a kissy face and peace sign as she took a selfie.

..What was that for? There were still a lot of hidden on unknown changes to reality that Jim had yet to discover, one of which was this.

You fuckin' daft? It's for my fucking only fans. You know, the only thing I do apart from looking hot as hell and suck cock? I've literally done this for two years , how is this new to you?? Damn. Jim made a mental note to get her to recap their relationship, just to see if he was missing something important. She was no longer a student apparently. So they might not have met in uni?

Before I let you fuck me, I have to hear it from you. Next time you change me you'll give me big fucking tits, yea? He'd almost completely forgotten about that. He did show her the list and she said she wanted tits. He instead changed her mindset. It didn't seem like she'd actually noticed anything being different. Might be hard to detect when your thoughts aren't "your own" he figured. Honestly at this point in time, Jim just wanted to fuck his girlfriend silly. He told her it was fine, and that he would get her some tits. ..Eventually, she didn't need to know that though. And so they fucked. On the carpet. In the hallway. Five inches from the front door. Any passerby would've heard Lisa as she moaned louder than Jim ever knew she was capable of.

Two hours and some six only fans posts later they were too exhausted to continue. At least this time they both managed to fall asleep clean and undressed.

Jim was awoken the following morning by his girlfriend. It had become a routine at this point that she'd blow him right after waking up. As Lisa had her routine, so did Jim. His first reaction wasn't to enjoy what he previously could only dream of. No, his first priority of the day was to get his phone and enter a change on the app. He'd thought a little bit about what he wanted to change. On one hand, he really enjoyed this new vulgar goth style Lisa had going. On the other hand he couldn't claim to be a fan of her new found confidence, taking charge at times and telling HIM what to do. He also disliked how she admitted to blowing Chet back at the parlor. He was fine with her doing sleazy shit for a discount, but not on her own terms. If anything, she should at least consult with him first.