Tit Pics for Women's Shelters but Valerie chickens out

Valerie couldn’t resist. She kept checking her phone and watching the numbers creep up. All four vied for first trading several times while anything remotely feminist fell so far down that it was difficult to actually find it.

However after hours of back and forth one idea emerged ahead of all others “Tit Pics for Women’s Shelters” won with a handy margin, spurred on by several unrelated people posting about the idea in dark web forums where men could discuss how bitchy their girlfriends were.

Valerie leaned back in her chair and envisioned the idea. A woman, battered and bruised coming in off the streets seeking help, her husband or boyfriend still looking for her, willing to do unspeakable things if he found her. Before she could enter though she was stripped and dragged in front of a camera where her bare breasts were photographed.

One comment had suggested that to help generate sympathy they make sure that her tits were nice and bruised or at least visibly injured. A gleeful reply had brought up the idea of keeping a pro boxer on hand to make sure a woman’s funbags really looked abused.

Some horrified feminists had tried to fight back arguing that aside from the moral repugnance of forcing women to produce pornography just to get a safe bed the women’s abusers could identify them by their tits. Perhaps they should have expected the flood of replies arguing that to prevent this they could simply keep a plastic surgeon on hand to give any worried woman’s sweater puppies a little upgrade (with the cost being assigned as a debt until she could pay for her upgrades with tit pics). They had not however and quickly been drowned out in the comments.

So it stood there, WAN’s new initiative, all Valerie had to do was send the email and turn places of refuge into pornographic studios. Her finger hovered over the send button, once she solved things, got enough good girl stickers everything would be fixed. She couldn’t do it, couldn’t hit send. She moved her mouse to the other corner and hit delete before quietly deleting the poll.

She turned in her chair to face the machine which had begun to make condescending tut tut noises.

“Couldn’t complete a simple task Valerie, one you agreed to as well.”

“It was degrading and dangerous to women.”

“Fair enough dear. After all, unlike you feminists, many of those women actually understand their place in the world, I suppose it’s better that you are the one to be punished.”

Valerie found herself rising involuntarily and walking over to the device once again.

“Six adjustments this time slut!” came the happy machine voice as she pondered her fate.

Beauty didn’t seem to cause much harm so she turned the dial again to level 3. She then did the same for Stamina. Now the easy choices were gone. She tried to adjust beauty again but it wouldn’t budge.

Hesitant she flicked Bisexuality, it seemed a bit biased to make feminists all also bi but it was one of the few acceptable options left.

She then turned up Silhouette. This one was unclear but presumably wouldn’t touch breasts or ass since those had their own dials. A skinnier waist might not even be a bad thing.

She looked at breast size then down at her own B-Cups. This dial was probably designed to have feminists all walking around with huge tits by the end, G-cup, maybe larger. The first tick though couldn’t do too much, maybe bump the average to a D? She reluctantly turned the dial.

Finally she contemplated the Body Hair switch. Objectively it was one of the simplest, some would even see it as a gift. For Valerie though it felt like a betrayal of her own principles. She had campaigned hard for women’s right to have body hair in the workplace, to not be judged for shaving at the same rate as their male colleagues. If her and every other feminist never had body hair she would look like a massive hypocrite. Still, it wasn’t like any other options presented themselves. With a sigh she flipped the switch and once more was engulfed in the wash of light from the machine.

The first thing she felt was itchy, then very itchy, she moved to start scratching herself when suddenly, the feeling stopped, she looked at her arms, smooth and hairless, her legs were the same and despite it still being hidden by her pants she knew what she would find on her crotch.

The tingle in her pussy as her stamina improved was familiar as was the subtle tingle in her face. She watched in the mirror as her cheekbones adjusted, her eyes changed shape and the overall layout of her face went from pretty to beautiful.

She wasn’t quite expecting the sudden heat in her pussy as a wave of regret washed over her. Carol had been so hot talking about that cock she sucked yesterday, why hadn’t she kissed her, or more…

Before this fantasy could progress however she felt her sides suck in, all of the little fat that her cardio routine couldn’t quite get to seemed to melt off of her leaving her not exactly skinny but certainly fit.

Finally it was time for her tits and nothing could have prepared her for what was about to happen. Without warning her nipples were on fire. She grabbed them and so was holding them as her breasts began to inflate larger and larger, past C, then D, then double D, Finally stopping when her hands could no longer fully wrap around them. They felt like soft yet annoyingly pert melons made of surprisingly sensitive flesh.

She moaned as her fingers sank into a tit massaging it without thought. She might have continued uninterrupted if the machine hadn’t decided to pipe up again.

“Excellent choices by budding bimbo! You’ve really shown why you were the perfect idiot slut for this! Thanks to you every feminist looks like an instagram model. Well that’s if we’re being nice, to be honest considering the smallest feminist is rocking Double D’s and most of you hover around a nice F cup OnlyFans might be more your cup of tea!”

Valerie tried to process this but her pussy was on fire, she reached down to massage it as one hand continued to massage her new tits.

“Oh that’s not to mention how overly sexual all you feminist sluts are. Everyone knows you love to lez out to turn men on then suck their cocks dry before going back to eat more muff. Not like it’s hard to do since feminists can fuck for hours on end!”

Valerie felt her fingers soak with cum as her ministrations brought her to her first orgasm of the night.

“Of course it helps that you’re all so skinny and hairless although that does put a damper on those body positivity campaigns of yours, who wants to hear a skinny stacked slut tell them it's okay to have hairy pits!”

At this point Valerie was far more focused on masturbation than listening to the machine so with another mechanical tut tut it powered off and left her to her slutty ways.

LOG:

Dials

Breast Size: 2 Breast Perkiness: 2 Silhouette: 2 Lips: 1 Ass: 1

Femininity: 1 Voice: 1 Sensitivity: 1 Vaginal and Anal Tightness: 1

Libido: 1 Wetness: 1 Stamina: 3 Beauty: 3 Intelligence: 1

Gullibility: 1 Submissiveness: 1 Slutty Dressing: 1 Employment Opportunities: 1

Educational Opportunities: 1 Legal Rights: 1 Public Behavior Standards: 1

Switches:

Deepthroat Ability: ON Blonde Hair: OFF Cum Addiction: OFF

Artificial Appearance: OFF Bisexuality: ON Valley Girl Speak: OFF

Collar Requirement: OFF Body Hair Removal: ON Permanent Makeup: OFF

Airheadedness: OFF Exhibitionism: OFF Bimbo Names: OFF