Eye-opening for Veronica

"Alright, pet." John said. "You should be about done now, yeah?" He was still looking at his phone. At that fucking website.

Veronica scowled to herself for a moment. "John. Can we talk, please? Not some kind of dom/sub talk, but as friends. I'm... scared. Look at me in the eyes, John." John did as she asked. "Really look at me. I'm terrified, I don't have anywhere else to go, and I'm completely reliant on you. And you just seriously talked about REMOVING all of my limbs, John."

"Wait, no - I said I *wouldn't* do that! I thought that was too much. I don't think I'd be able to keep up with your bodily functions, and you'd... I don't know..."

"Are you listening to yourself? The *only* reason you don't call in a doctor to remove all my limbs is that it would be TOO MUCH trouble for you? Is there no OTHER reason?!?" She pointed to her eyes. "Fucking look at me in the eyes."

"You... only heard part of what I said. Sorry, I'm having trouble putting things together here. I keep forgetting I need to catch you up on what I'm reading. Of course there are other reasons, and you are obviously still a person. But you really don't understand what's going to have to happen here if you're going to exist in society. You're pointing to your eyes to humanize yourself, right? To make me see you less as an actual sex object and as my friend, Veronica?" Veronica nodded. "I'll do that. I don't need a reminder. I've known you your entire life. Even if I have the chance of going places I might now deem too far (something I plan to try to avoid), I won't lose sight of that. I need to remember to show you kindness. But you need to realize that the rest of society will never do that, and that's the problem." John took his phone out and took a pic of Veronica. Then he flipped his phone around and showed her:

"You look like the sluttiest whore I've ever seen my entire life. You know, in your heart, that if you saw someone look like this at a party, walking down the street, or - hell, anywhere - you'd assume they were down to do *anything* you told them to. You *need* to understand: this is the way the world will see you. You will very rarely get the chance to clean yourself out in the wild. When you do, it'll have to be fast. Go ahead and practice, clean yourself up while we have this conversation."

"Oh, come on. Please don't give me another task. I just finished nearly getting lockjaw for two hours."

"I think you're severely underestimating how much control I have over your body. We'll talk about that more l... Wait. Are you... rejecting my orders?" John pulled his phone out, frowning. He started to pull up the website. "There was something I was supposed to do when..."

"WAIT! Don't go back on that site. Please. Pretty please. I'll do it, alright? I'll clean all the cum on my body while we're talking." Veronica stood to go grab a towel.

"No, pet. With your mouth."

"...seriously?"

John just stared at her, saying nothing.

Veronica sat back down. "Of-fucking-course."

Veronica slowly picked at the lukewarm cum on her body. Blegh. "Can we talk about that website? I'd feel so, so much more comfortable if you never went on it again. And could you stop calling me pet?"

"There's a lot of culture that I think you're going to have to get used to, really fast, Ver. Believe it or not, we're gonna have to do some pretty rapid training if we want you to survive to see the end of the year. This forum is useful, trust me. The language is part of that. And while there are bad parts of the forum, there are good places too. Plus... I mean... sometimes it's really hot..."

"See, that's the problem. You're going to go on this forum, you're going to jack off while you read about - I don't know, some victim having their teeth removed. Then you'll start to wonder what I would look like or how it would feel. Then you'll cum. Repeat that enough times, and every time you cum you'll start to think about getting my teeth removed instead. And once the idea turns you on enough, it wont matter anymore. A few words to me and it's done. It's the very definition of a slippery slope. Those people are messed up, and they're gonna drag you down with them. You're a GOOD PERSON. That's why I'm here and not anywhere else!"

Veronica continued, taking breaks to lick up bits of cum on her arm, toes, and tits. "But with that website your... I don't know, Overton window is getting messed with or whatever. You're going to lose track of what's normal. You see a bunch of threads in that forum, right? And you run into threads with literal pictures of women who have had all their limbs chopped off. And since you know you clearly aren't that crazy, you start to view lesser transgressions as okay - such as ignoring my panic while you shoved your cock past my throat barrier. Jesus. Can you not just be content with infinite blowjobs and fucking?"

John smiled, as if making a joke. "Oh, pet. You don't realize yet. I shoved my cock down your throat for your own good. And besides - jacking off while I watch other AGS-afflicted pets? That's not how it'll go down at all. Don't worry." He reached down and scooped up some cum on his finger from her hips. "I wouldn't jack off while I watch other pets get used. See, I'm never jacking off again." He slid his finger in her mouth as he said it, then gently slid it in and out. Then he laughed, as if he made the funniest joke in the world. Veronica's eyes widened a bit. What... had he been reading on that forum?

Veronica swallowed, then frowned. "AAAARGH. Could you take this seriously, please? This is my goddamn LIFE we're talking about here."

"Okay, I'll be serious. I am not willing to leave that website. There will absolutely be times in which I am turned on by what I read. And in those times, I will absolutely call you over to put my cock in one or several of your holes while I run the idea past you."

"Still not okay! You aren't 'running the idea past me'! You're tormenting me by telling me about what **** I'll be getting involved with! And you're sexually humiliating me by doing it with your cock down my throat!"

"Or in your ass!" John genuinely seemed giddy, laughing throughout this conversation. Veronica couldn't be more serious. "Or!" He smiled at her frowning face. "Or we could do your ass THEN your throat?" And he laughed again.

Veronica retched a little bit at the thought. Some part of her knew this would happen, she realized. That John would go too far, one way or another. She needed time to work out her strategy in dealing with this now, while she still could. At any moment her mind could be wiped, she knew. Bad as this situation was, she also knew she was statistically safer here with her old friend than she was literally anywhere else on the planet. She couldn't run, and she had nowhere to go. She felt a core of unease, but focused herself and tried to project an image of cheerful nonchalance. "Ew. Gross. Okay, you know what? I think you're a little bit high on what you're reading on that website. And, hell, this whole situation. Can we just take a night to calm down and then revisit this tomorrow?"

She decided to leave. Then and there. This was too much. But the compulsion to honesty slammed into her awareness. She couldn't stop herself. "I just decided to run away, and I tried to lie about it. I forgot about your earlier command, but my body clearly didn't." Veronica froze, terrified. What had she just fucking said?? What the fuck?!?

John looked into her eyes and started speaking. Veronica could hear the absolute truth of every single word he said. "Everything I've said since I've started reading that forum has been for your benefit. All of it will only help you survive. You just don't understand how yet. Give me time to explain, and you'll agree - even if you didn't have AGS, you'd agree."

Veronica felt herself calm down completely. He was right. She just didn't understand yet. She was willing to hear him out. Her unaltered self had, way back before all this had started, read an emergency "what to do" guide that came highly recommended online from the government. It had nearly demanded that she find someone to link up with, a "handler," someone she could trust. It had said that doing nearly anything else was a **** sentence. And then it had warned her away from reading anything else on the internet. Her unaltered self, back when only her roommate had changed her appreciably, and hopefully not that much, had decided that John Goodwin was the best choice out of everyone in her life. She didn't know if it was just her AGS seeking out corroborating information for what was being said to her right this moment, but she would trust her unaltered self's decision. And she would trust John.

Veronica looked at him. "I... believe you. I know I have AGS, and me saying that means nothing, but I... really do. It's kinda surreal to feel it happen in my head sometimes. Coming up with explanations for things that don't line up right. It's like I have a headcanon that perfectly explains why everything someone said makes perfect sense, filling in all the gaps. I don't think that's what's happening here, though. I really do believe you."

John sighed, frowned, and looked down. "But you have no idea whether that's a reasonable idea or not, just that it feels like it."

"Yeah."

"That sucks."

"Yeah."

"For what it's worth, every sentence of that is 100% true. There was an emergency "read this first" and a "how-to" guide at the top that I-"

Veronica interrupted. "Can we stop?"

John looked at her.

"This... look, I know you've got plans or whatever, and I get that what I'm saying means pretty much nothing. But can we stop for tonight? I cannot imagine how I could tell you what this day has been like for me, and you've been here for nearly all of it. I just want... I just want to be normal for just a little bit."

John smiled her, and then thought for a moment. "Sure, pet, that's fine." Veronica frowned a little at that. The reason she was frowning, though, was that she had felt herself get a little titillated at the statement. The word was associated with that orgasm she'd had earlier, and the approval was... well, quite titillating in its own right.

And so they chilled out a bit. They'd spent so many nights together as friends that it was easy to fall into old habits. The two of them had a fairly normal night, actually. They played some video games together, and mostly just hung out. It would have been eerily normal...

...but John never put his cock back in his pants, and Veronica was totally naked the whole time.