She's having a strange night.

Name: Marcie Klein
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 122 lbs
Cup Size: C Cups
Kinsey Scale: 2
Relationship Status: Single
Dom/sub Alignment: Switch
Favourite Kinks: Bukkake (receiving), Semen Eating, Water Sports (giving)
Hobbies: Social Media, Reading (Romance), Live Music
Groups: Not Yet Available
Current Arousal Level: 3%
Current Activity: Watching NetMeTube
Total Investment: 68 gems
Hotkeys:

• Flash Tits (10/10 per day)
• Summon (short walk; unlimited)

Customizations:

• Heavy Make-Out Hello
• Dreams of You
• Can't Wear Bras
• Can't Wear Panties
• Can't Wear Socks
• Only Wear Skirts
• SC: "This Slut"
• Oral Lover
• Pleasure Exposed Vulvas

Marcie Klein was a slim, dark haired, fair-skinned young woman of 18, reveling in her first few weeks of living away from home. The only problem is that she had an absolute psycho roommate. Not only did Natalia talk like she was some kind of fucking robot or a space alien, but she did the weirdest things and had the strangest interests. What's more, she was always acting like she was way smarter than she was, and that sort of pretention drove Marcie crazy!

At first, she seemed alright, before she really got to know her, when they were just messaging back and forth on the roommate app Marcie's mom had insisted she sign up for when her mom agreed to pay for her rent. But now, she had regrets...

Having finished eating dinner at the table in the living room (there was really only one big common room in their apartment that worked as both dining room and living room, with a kitchenette to the side with a bar counter separating the "kitchen area" from the rest of the room") she had retreated to her room to change out of her uniform and watch internet videos, not even bothering to open a textbook because she had the weekend to do homework.

Sitting on her bed, watching her laptop on a breakfast tray over her legs, she suddenly (very suddenly) started to feel very uncomfortable. She realized she had been wearing the bra, panties and socks all day! Lying on her bed, these clothes were starting to get to her for some reason. She immediately set her computer to one side and took off her socks, then, sitting up so she could unhook her bra, pulled off her shirt and her bra, and put her shirt back on. Then she started to wiggle out of her sweatpants, taking her panties along with them. Before she realized it, she was bottomless, wearing just a tee-shirt on her bed. It felt good, it felt right, but, remembering Natalia's bizarre behaviour earlier, decided to get up from her bed and put her pajamas on.

However, when she pulled her clean pajama bottoms out of her drawer, her hands, holding the pajama bottoms, stopped. Her leg would not lift up to go into the bottoms. She could not move her arms to slide the pajama bottoms onto her leg. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't **** herself to put on the pajamas!

Dropping the pajamas, cursing and falling back onto her bed. She tried to put her panties back on, but to no avail. She could not get her panties on no matter how hard she tried. Experimentally, she tried to put her socks on. And she couldn't. Taking her tee-shirt off, she tried to put her bra back on, but she couldn't. She tried putting on a longer, baggier tee-shirt, and found she could at least do this!

She tried putting on several items of clothing, throwing items over her shoulder when she realized her limbs were similarly paralyzed from dressing. However, she didn't get too far in this effort when, still wearing only a baggy tee-shirt, she felt compelled to go see Natalia!

Maybe she would know what the hell was going on!

She ran out of her room and down the hall toward Natalia's room and knocked on the door.

Having heard Marcie run down the hall and knock on my door, I (or rather my sudden, traitorous sense of propriety) pulled the covers up to my chin as I said "come in!"

"Nattie, this slut really needs your help!"

"Uh, hi, Marcie, what's up? What slut?"

Marcie was already walking toward me, and I knew what was coming, our greeting make-out session. However, as she approached me, she got a strange look of confusion on her face. On the way to my bed she pointed at herself and said, "Sorry, eh- eh- the-this slut don't know why eh... this slut said that, th-this s-slut meant to say... to say... this slut. This slut means this slut! The person who is standing right here who is this slut! Damnit!" she cursed as she reached the bed and climbed up onto it, on her knees, and straddled my bedsheet-covered body.

Putting one hand on either side of my head, she lowered her body down to the point where she was lying on top of me and deeply kissing me, rubbing her body over mine, her tee-shirt and my bedsheets the only thing between our naked bodies. I could feel her breasts squishing against mine, her body weighing heavily against mine, grinding into mine. I returned the kiss and slipped my arms out of the covers, coming dangerously close to pushing the sheets down past my breasts.

I rubbed her back and ran my hands down to her butt, her thighs, then up, under her tee-shirt to feel her naked ass. Marcie moaned into my mouth as I grabbed handfulls of her butt cheeks.

When she pulled away from my face, she was looking longingly into my eyes, lips parted, panting, and, to my astonishment, actually licking her lips! A finger slid into her own mouth and pulled at her lower lip... And then she freaked out, my hands still on her ass.

"Whoa! Nattie! This slut's not wearing panties! What are you doing! What is this slut doing? This slut keeps calling this slut's self a slut! Damnit!"

"I'm just being polite!" I complained, trying to look miserable and confused and ready to cry, pulling my sheets back up to my chin as she got off of me.

"Yeah, but, this slut means, yeah, that is: you are being polite! But the fact is, you're being very polite on this slut's naked ass! And this slut doesn't want to be mostly naked! Something really weird is going on! This slut can't put on hardly any clothes!"

"Me either!" I said, sort of honestly. "I've been trying to put clothes on since we talked in the kitchen!" I lied. "But my body just... just refuses!" I hadn't actually tested this, but I assumed this was what would happen. The app's powers seemed more to do with physically altering the actions and bodies of humans, not so much manipulating physical reality or the laws of physics. At least, not yet, anyway.

"That's exactly what's going on with this slut! All this slut can put on are tee-shirts!"

"That's so weird! I can't put on any clothes at all! And what's more," I sat up, holding the sheets up in front of my breasts. "I just... feel this compulsion to show people my naked body! It's almost uncontrollable!" Under the covers my free hand tapped the "Flash Tits" hotkey.

Immediately, Marcie grabbed the bottom of her tee-shirt and lifted her shirt up, exposing her whole naked body, including her breasts and her vagina, though she held her legs tightly together, I could still see her adorably trimmed pubes, manicured into a little black triangle pointing down to her vagina.

"Shit!" she shouted. "What am... is this... am... what's this slut doing? Ugh!"

"Oh no!" I said, stretching my limited acting ability. "Now you're starting to feel the compulsion too!"

I drank in the sight of Marcie's full frontal nudity for several seconds, her full breasts and flat stomach, the neatly trimmed pubes and the curve of her bare hips... until the mental blockage preventing Marcie from lowering her shirt passed and she yanked her shirt down so hard I heard fabric tearing. She fell to her knees, breathing hard with the effort of attempting to fight the app's control.

I hit the hotkey again. Arching her back, head flung back to look at my ceiling, she yanked the shirt up to her neck again, exposing herself to me. Being on her knees, her thighs were slightly parted this time, giving me a view of her labia (mmf!). It was glistening in the lights of my bedroom, wet with excitement.

"I can't stop looking!" I lied. "It's like I literally can't turn my eyes or my head away!"

"This slut can't lower her arms!"

Interesting, I thought. She said "can't lower her arms", speaking in the third person. That indicated volition, or maybe adaptation? If it's just a one to one replacement she should have said "This slut can't lower this slut's arms". Then I realized, thinking back on our conversation already, she had been properly conjugating other words to accommodate "this slut" to be grammatically correct already. Were these customizations adaptive, or was the human brain making attempts to adapt to the customizations? Or both?

Marcie ripping her shirt again as she threw her arms down over herself at last snapped me out of my contemplation.

"Ugh!" Marcie made a frustrated sound. "What is happening! It's like it's coming in waves!"

"Marcie, please, I need to show you my body, it's exhausting fighting this!"

Marcie panted on the ground for several seconds. "You've been fighting the same sensation the whole time?"

"It's exhausting, but I don't want to **** myself on you! Not after our talk! I promised!"

"This slut can't resist it, this slut can't imagine what resisting this must feel like. This slut is fine, Nattie, show this slut."

"I'm so embarrassed, I want to let go, but I can't. Please, Marcie, please help me!"

With a heavy sigh, Marcie got up from my bedroom floor, walked over to the bed, and tried to pull the covers away from my body. I clung to them desperately, blushing and panting. But Marcie, along with me trying my best to override this overwhelming embarrassment, managed to **** the sheets out of my hands, and, just for a second, before my hands were clamped over my breasts and pussy, Marcie must have seen between my legs.

Immediately she was pressing me back on the bed, hands forcing my legs apart. I tried to help her, and, I think, that token effort allowed her to **** them apart more easily. I also managed to keep my hands away from her by covering my breasts, one hand covering each nipple as I laid back, moaning and panting, my face and chest were on fire from blushing.

I gasped as I felt Marcie's tongue slide across me, exploring the folds of my labia, tonguing my clit.

Then, I suspect (given what happened later) that this was the point my arousal level must have reached or exceeded 100%, because suddenly I could assert my will (well, maybe not "my will", but perhaps "enough desire") to override my own embarrassment. I removed my hands from my breasts and placed them on Marcie's head, digging my fingers into her hair. I stopped lightly trying to squeeze my legs shut and started stretching them open further, freeing up Marcie's hands to reach under my thighs and get a better grip on me as she laid between my legs, on her elbows. I still felt very embarrassed being naked in front of her, but that embarrassment, at that point, was undistinguishable from pleasure, and only served to drive me crazier with passion for what was happening to me.

Marcie was eating me out like a pro! I won't call it enthusiasm, that's too mild a word - she was acting on mad animal hunger for my vagina! Her tongue was pressing against me painfully hard, flexing in ways that I didn't think human tongues could, spelling out letters on my vulva in some alien languages, perhaps? What's more she was lapping and slurping at my juices like she was dying of thirst, and occasionally trying to get her tongue so far into my vagina I was worried she would injure her tongue, or me, or both.

Part of my brain registered that one of her arms had unwrapped itself from my thigh and, struggling to lift my head, I saw that it looked like she had reached down to start masturbating herself as she ate me out, ass sticking up into the air.

I couldn't keep my head up (sadly), and flung it back into the pillows as I felt myself getting close. It wasn't a hard thing to get me close to orgasm, given how many times I'd tried in the last how-ever-long-I'd-been-trying, and failing, to make myself cum alone. My stomach and floor muscles bunched iron-hard as I began to spasm and scream! My hands had ****-grips on my mattress as we shook the bed and my pussy and Marcie's face ground together, fluids shooting out of me and into Marcie's hungry mouth.

Part of me just knew she was cumming as well, I could feel her gargling, ****, screaming into my pussy as my hips bucked and my head rolled side to side on my pillow.

That's about the point I blacked out.

Well, I say "blacked out", but really I think a more apt term was "greyed out", because I have vague memories of us continuing, of sensations and blurring images of my ceiling, my room and Marcie's wiggling ass above my bed, past my own breasts and the top Marcie's head between my legs, but it feels more like a dream than a memory. What I next remember clearly is the feeling of another orgasm crashing over me, my muscles on fire, my throat a parched desert! I was so thirsty! So hungry! My body was sore and trembling with weakness. The bed and the sheets and Marcie's hair were soaked with my fluids. I managed to rasp: "s-stop!"

Marcie stopped. She looked up at me, her face a sopping wet mess, wet hair hanging down. I managed to shove her ineffectually with my knee and she, with a few false starts, managed to roll over and lay panting, looking at my bedroom ceiling, fondling her breasts with both hands. I did my best to close my legs and roll to the side, away from Marcie. I realize now that the wording of "Pleasure Other's Exposed Vulvas" meant, when it said "If she cannot access it": "If she is prevented physically or verbally from getting to it", she would fondle herself instead.

Good to know.

Reaching an aching arm behind me, I felt around for my phone. Eventually I found it, shoved up under my pillow. Unlocking it, I realized it was almost 10 o'clock! We'd been, Marcie and I, "at it" for the better part of an hour!

I groaned and felt my dry, parched throat, and struggled to reach the water bottle I kept on my nightstand. Downing the bottle's entire contents, I dropped it off the side of the bed and panted for breath. "That..." I said between breaths. "Was... amazing...!"

The heavily breathing girl on the bed next to and below me whimpered. Struggling to look behind me, I reached down a hand and stroked her soaking wet and now quite fragrant hair, trying to comfort her, shushing her. "You were... fantastic..." I said as a complement.

"This slut..." she said, visibly wincing as she did so. "Swallowed..." she burped. "So much...! So much from your vagina... this slut's... stomach hurts..." she pouted haltingly. I was glad she couldn't see me from that angle, I would have had a hard time explaining my grin.

Gems Remaining: 1
Total Gems Spent: 69
Lifetime Total Gems: 70
Average Gems Earned/Day: 60

Girls Customized: 2
Achievements Unlocked: 1
Orgasm Count: 31