Synergy change, then public debut

Sam pulled the dripping plastic cock from Fuckpuppy's slobbering mouth, feeling the slut try to keep it in her mouth like a game of tug of war. It eventually slides free, and Fuckpuppy coughs and sputters to fully fill her lungs. "Ok, that's enough private playtime. Let's see another synergy." Sam opens up her phone to look at available synergies, seeing more have been unlocked since. 'On Demand: old faithful + yes (wo)man. Wet when you need it' a little to late for that one, but could be useful later. She decides on the bimbo synergy, wanting to see how much it will affect her sex ****. She'd need a new slut name.

Fuckpuppy felt like she was in a perverted nightmare, and worse, one she began. She just had to persevere, and hopefully Sam will stop being so brutal to her. She soon felt something shift in her brain. The hyperactive dog personality was gone, and she finally felt able to move like a human. Her clear head didn't last, and soon she felt a new presence, thickly oozing through her skull, filling every crevice. Her thoughts felt clouded and...pink? She found herself not able to focus on anything for too long, unless her bubble filled head thought about sex. When that happened, she had a hard time thinking of anything else. What did Sam do? "Ummmm, like, what'd you do to me?" Fuckpuppy heard herself ask naïvely. Sam had been messing with her, but she was finding it hard to focus on remembering more than how horny she had been. What made her so horny?

"Don't worry your pretty, little head about it, Moany. Just a little personality adjustment, then we're going shopping." Sam squeezed Moany's bouncy tits firmy, spilling the eponymous sound from her spit-glazed lips.

"Goody!" Moany clapped happily. She loved going to the mall. She could get sexy new clothes and sexy new boys and...wait that wasn't right. She did like shopping, but weren't there more important things she should be thinking about? Sam was controlling her. A personality adjustment. Is that why she couldn't think clearly? Anything Moany thought about turned back to sex and being pretty. "Are we, like, going right now?" Moany was still wearing only a collar, and she knew her jiggly jugs looked much better in a tiny tube top to make a lot of cleavage for the boys to look at. No! She needed clothes to not show off anything. Moany had to spend twice as long trying to formulate her thoughts.

"Why don't you get dressed first, silly? Just grab something from my closet." Sam joked, spanking Moany's bouncy rear as she skipped to her roommate's wardrobe. Moany felt like she was on autopilot, pushed along to move daintily and appealingly, posing like a barbie doll. As this **** made her throw on a faded, graphic tee of some wrestler and a pair of gym shorts, she tried to recall the punishments she had earned already. There was one about clothes... She felt her question answered as fabric unraveled and reformed, combining her shorts and tee into one piece. Her waist was wrapped in a flouncy belt that identified as a skirt. Two thin strings were pulled taut from her hips and stretch upward to tie around her neck. On the way up, two heart shaped swaths of fabric hug tightly to her areolas, completing the sling thong. Sam stared in shock as one of her favorite shirts was sacrificed to become this beautiful outfit. She felt her phone buzz and saw an update to the curses tab. The slutty cheerleader outfit had been violated again. This rank of the curse was obviously starting be lose its 'cheerleader' aspect, so the description now included 'with accessories'. Sam looked up in time to see something manifesting between Moany's exposed cheeks; Moany seemed to be noticing it, too, and she peeked over her shoulder with a look of child-like wonder.

Moany felt her ass spread from within as her brown star stretched. The invading pressure slowly grew, and she squirmed in place as a feathery plastic tickled her widening cheeks. She stared in mewling shock as two keychain-sized pom poms hung from a snugly placed buttplug. She shook her hips and watched them swing like a rabbit tail. "OMG, these are so cute!" She giggled, before she could say what she actually felt. She reached back and tugged on them tentatively. As punishment, the buttplug gave no leeway, but rather widened in proportion to her tug. She couldn;t hold back a giggling moan as she released the invading toy. She suddenly felt her hair grasped in two thick clumps, and she swung her head, seeing her hair styled in a pair of high pigtails with scrunchies matching the pom poms. Her face tickled and Sam saw her slutty make up add a face paint graphic of some fake school crest. The App was now satisfied that this was a cheerleader outfit.

"Sammie, like, what the hell?" Moany finally got her own thoughts verbalized through the pink fog in her brain, but her new personality had an easier time. "Can we go now, please?" She felt eager to be at the mall, even though she was terrified of being seen like this. "Gawd, why do I feel so, like, silly?" Moany couldn't get her normal vocabulary through the bubbly jelly in her thoughts, resorting to the words of the blonde ditz she was being paraded as.

"Because you are silly, Moany. Go grab some shoes and meet me in the car." Sam left the room and headed out the door.

"Kay!" Moany cheered, excited before she can stop herself. She bounced giddily to her own closet for a pair of fitting shoes. What she found there filled her with erotic bliss, which she shook away to feel dread at what the outfit curse had done to her shoes. Each pair had grown itself an eight inch heel and the toes were curved forward into a fetishized ballet pointe. From casual sneakers to clubbing stilettos, every shoe had been reshaped to fit her wardrobe rules. She limply grabbed a pair of two toned heels and slid her dainty feet into them. She rose onto her toes, wincing internally, but had no time to complain as she felt a firm tug on her throat. She was **** to take short, slow steps out of the house and down the sloped driveway, feeling her unrestrained knockers bouncing under her elastic straps. Sam had the engine running and was ogling Moany behind dark aviators. Moany entered the car slowly and ass first, giving her driver a lengthy view of her plugged star and dripping slit, freshly soaked by her curse. Moany squirmed as the prickly plastic poms pressed into her plush rear. Sam shifted the car into gear and pulled into the street. She had tuned the radio to some trhashing music that pounded Moany's heavy skull, and she wished for something more fun to listen to, even if her cursed body still rocked and thrashed along. She imagined shaking her sexy ass and juicy titties to a bubbly pop beat, and she came to her senses as her hand started to play with her soaked button. She yanked it away quickly, but found her legs staying spread wide. This would be a long drive.

While Moany devoted as much brainpower to finding a way out of this mess as possible, she heard her phone ping from her bag. She bent stiffly at her waste and fished it out, snapping back up to give her chest a shake. Sam was having a hard time keeping an eye on the road. Another round was starting, and Moany saw this was her only chance now. She started the round as Sam drove.