The Best Laid Plans

Knock! Knock! Knock!

I try grumbling in protest of my interrupted slumber, but my pillow muffles it into lazy obscurity and uselessness.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Dangit, that didn’t work. I blame you for this, pillow. I always knew you would betray me one day. Your soft, inviting confines was all a ploy to stab me in the back from my face. What would a pillow even use as a stabbing weapon? A down feather maybe? Are those the ones that work their pointy bits through my sofa pillows that end up scratching you no matter how many you pull out? That’d be a way to go. Stabbed to **** by a down feather. I guess that’d prove once and for all the pen is mightier than the sword. Even though down feathers weren’t used to make pens. Dangit, that saying doesn’t work here. Curse you pillow! You have betrayed me once more! You knew of my love for poetic irony and used it against me! How deep does this plot go? Just how many strings do you pull?!

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Oh, right. The door. I was hoping my inane ramblings would make whoever’s knocking feel too awkward to continue. I really need to work on my morning plans. They don’t have a great success rate so far.

I get up and sleepily throw some pants on before lumbering towards the noise. Already annoyed at my pillows betrayal and too tired to stop myself, I crack open the door and say,

“Beat it, or I’ll call the brute squad.”

“I’m on the brute squad.” Replies an overly chipper for this hour Sam; dressed in another set of her workout clothes, she has a lot of them apparently. Orange tank top and black yoga pants this time, and holding two water bottles.

“You are the brute squad… They really increased their hiring standards. You looking for a miracle then?” I respond with a sleepy eyebrow raised.

“If getting you out of bed counts then I think I already got one.” She rebuttals.

“Touché. Didn’t know you were a fan of The Princess Bride.”

“Gotta love the classics. You ready for our run? Or would you rather get dressed first?” She says with a smirk, casting an exaggerated glance down my body.

It is at this moment, that I knew, I fudged up. Curse you past me! Wanting to better myself physically while spending time with my beautiful and funny neighbor that’ll most certainly loose her clothes at some point! Don’t you know there’s sleep to be had?! Pillows to exact **** upon! You’ve ruined us! I open my mouth to probably give an excuse of some sort disguised as snark, but she cuts me off before I can by saying,

“And no trying to weasel your way out of it. You agreed, and I warned you, no take backs.”

I narrow my eyes at her, entering into a staring contest with the fitness nut. One that I’m destined to lose, for sure, but one I enter regardless. It’s the principle of the matter! My morning sass will not go quietly into the night! Or… Morning, in this case. You know what I mean! She stares back with over-the-top intensity, and I cave after a few moments. Breathing out before saying,

“Yeah yeah I’m coming, just let me get dressed and whatnot. Only need a couple minutes.”

“Don’t worry, it gets better. Getting into the routine is the hardest part. You mind if I wait inside?” She asks.

“Sure, make yourself at home.” I answer as I open the door fully, inviting her in.

She enters and looks around, setting the water bottles down on my small counter. Analyzing my living conditions as if to compare them to her expectations. I leave her to her inspection and head to the bathroom to begin my morning cleanup and teeth brushing ritual. Followed by getting dressed in my fancy new workout pants. Sam will be so proud. Before I head out however, I grab my phone. Maddy said there would be an update today, I feel it behooves me to check sooner rather than later.

Custom Girls v1.2 Update

Greetings unexplainable one. Here is the prothesized update to my precious creation that you will undoubtedly continue to brutalize, pillage, and **** without remorse. Do try not to overthink, over conceptualize, over complicate, over perforate, or over exaggerate it this time. I know my warnings fall upon deaf ears, but I am inclined to voice them regardless.

FAREWELL!

-Maddy

Even more debugging: The Punishments system should work as intended now, oh malicious abuser of innocent technology.

Hidden Potential: Each Custom Girl will now have a powerful, secret customization specialized to each subject. Must be unlocked by meeting the requirements.

..........

How can so few words leave me with so many questions? My first one being, over perforate? What? My second being, why didn’t Jane write the update notification? I’ll have to ask next time one of them decides to show up. Back to the matter at hand though, I’d ramble off a bunch of questions about Hidden Potential, but I don’t want to make Sam wait too long. I close out of the update to go check on Sam’s profile, but am stopped by some more Achievements.

Achievement Unlocked !

Working Girl: Have a Custom Girl earn $100 from customizations. 5 gem reward.

Quality Service: Have a Custom Girl earn $200 from customizations. 10 gem reward.

Rosie the Riveting Hottie: Have a Custom Girl earn $500 from customizations. 20 gem reward.

Bring All the Boys to the Yard: Have a Custom Girl draw a crowd of 40 or more men with her milkshakes. 20 gem reward.

Plush Toy: Have a Custom Girl be groped by 20 or more people. 10 gem reward.

Dang! Melina’s been putting in some work! Glad to see the framework I did last time got caught up in “Employee of the Moanth”. Jeez, that shot me back up to 85 gems including my 20 for the day. But enough distractions, don’t want Sam thinking I fell in the toilet or something. She’d never let me live that down.

I open her profile and see a whole new tab titled, “Potential”. Guess that’s what the update was talking about. I click it, only to be incredibly confused and disappointed.

Hidden Potential: Locked.

That’s it? That’s all I get? No vague semblance of a description that gives more questions than answers? Not even a hint disguised as a backhanded comment? How the hell do I unlock it then? There’s no gem price listed, so I can’t just buy it. So what are the requirements? How am I supposed to know? Do I need to buy a specific customization? Do I need to say or do a certain something with her? All I can do is guess randomly.

“Thanks Maddy. You’re a real delight.” I say to the weird, scary demoness who just so happens to not be within earshot.

A text pops up on my phone from a number I don’t recognize. Convinced its spam, I go to delete it, but not before reading,

- Earshot is a relative term you simpleton.

………. Great. Just great. She’s listening in on me somehow. I guess that explains all the 6’s and 9’s in the number. I know I shouldn’t be surprised given all that’s happened, but I’m still creeped out. I shake it from my mind and try to make this an opportunity.

How did you-? Never mind. How do I unlock a Custom Girl’s hidden potential? -

It takes me a minute to type out the message, my relationship with touchscreens being what it is. I still insist on using proper punctuation despite it being a text. It physically pains me not to, less so than finagling with the stupid touchscreen. My mom was really strict about grammar. I was a texting guru with my old dumb phone, it had a full keyboard with physical buttons and everything. A significantly less amount of time passes before she responds with,

- The purpose of something being hidden is to **** one to look.

I really don’t know what I expected, but passive aggressive vagueness should have been it. I type out a reply with the same amount of struggle I had before.

Ok, fine. But can I get a direction of where to start at least? Can I do it from the app? -

- Depends on the Custom Girl.

You’re not going to give me any details, are you? -

- Do you always ask the obvious?

God dang it Maddy! Stop being so good at being coy! I thought the point of this whole thing was to produce food for your kind. Why must you leave me to fend for myself so much? Wouldn’t it behoove you to make it clear for how I do that? I’ll never understand them.

I calm myself down and go back to the app to give a brief glance over any new customizations Sam has. Only briefly, she’s still waiting on me after all. Thankfully I don’t need to look very long before I find something that sparks my interest. Right at the very top I find,

One-Handed Workout: Subject considers masturbating a legitimate exercise. 20 gems.

I’m willing to bet money the succubae are manipulating the choices for me. Which is a scary thought, but one I’m willing to overlook for now. I add it to my cart with no fuss, I might actually be getting good at working the touchscreen despite my texting difficulties. That’d be the wildest use of magic so far. But "One-Handed Workout" by itself isn’t enough, I look to see if there’s a hotkey for it as well.

Masturbate, 3 times/day: 10 gems

Perfect! Into the cart with you!

I’m really pushing the believable limits of how long I take in the bathroom, so I quickly hit confirm , leaving me a still healthy 55 gem balance, and head out.

“Oh good, I was beginning to think you fell in.” Sam says with a grin as I exit. She had apparently gotten bored of waiting and started doing some stretches.

“Nope, not this time. Was a little harrowing there for a moment though.” I respond with a similar grin.

“I’m sure. Nice pants by the way. I see you really took my advice to heart.”

“After last time, I’d be a fool to have not. I do feel **** without all my pockets though.”

“Oh, you’ll be fine. Your beloved pockets will be here when you get back.”

“But what if they get lonely while I’m gone? They might cry and turn inside out. It’s heartbreaking just to think about.”

“You can’t keep babying them forever, someday they’ll leave the trouser nest and grow up into pants of their own. But they need to spread their wings by themselves.” Sam says, laying the drama on thick.

“The circle of life is so beautiful.” I respond in kind with some fake waterworks.

“It really is. Now enough stalling! We got a run to take!”

“What? Me? Stall? Perish the thought.”

“I will! Now let’s go!”

Sam hops up from her stretch, grabs her water bottle, and heads for the door. I grab the extra bottle and follow suit. Eagerly looking forward to what kind of shenanigans "Murphy’s Clothing Law" will play this time.

Turns out I didn’t have to wait long. As soon as we reach the bottom of the stairs, her left leg brushes against the railing. A very minor action that I didn’t notice until I saw the result. There must have been something pointy, a loose nail, a chipped piece of wood, or something that she brushed against. Because a loose strand of her pants got caught and is unraveling itself with every stride she takes. "Murphy’s Clothing Law" does not disappoint.

We run at a decent pace for about ten blocks, and I’m surprised with myself. I’m not even winded yet. At this point last run, I was beginning to slow and breath heavily. I couldn’t have improved this much from only a single run, and I doubt the pants are making this much of a difference despite the jokes. We come to a street crossing and stop to wait for the light.

“You’ve improved a lot! Were you holding out on me last time?” Sam asks as we wait, most of her left leg exposed as her pants continued to unravel. It currently looks like a fashion statement if you don’t notice the string trailing behind her. She’s still getting more and more looks from passerby’s the further we go though.

“I’m just as surprised as you are. Your training must really work.” I respond, trying to sound genuine, but I’m pretty certain that’s not it.

“My training is awesome. But still, don’t overdo it. Let me know when you need a break.”

I give her an affirmative as the light changes, allowing us to continue our run. My thoughts trail back to the other night when Jane last visited. What’d she say that blessing she **** on me did? Increase my stamina, right? That must be what’s going on here. I’m no muscle-ologist, but I highly doubt I improved this much since last time all on my own. I’ll have to ask next time one of the succubae decide to drop in.

We continue to run through downtown as I keep pace with her. The further we go, the more both of us are surprised at how well I’m doing to the point of being completely unrealistic. I don’t want her to suspect foul play of any kind, so I purposefully start to slow and breath heavier.

“Reach your limit finally? Need a water break?” Sam asks, immediately noticing.

“That would, gasp, be appreciated. Gasp.” I respond through mostly false ragged breaths.

We stop and I lean against a building, still playing up the toll the running has taken on me as I gulp down some water. I look back and see Sam is staring at me with a semi concerned look. I try to keep gasping for air, hoping my acting skills are fooling her.

“You don’t need to try and impress me, you know.” She says.

“Pardon?” I ask, confused.

“Over working yourself is really bad, and not how you build up your muscles. I know I push hard, but you need to know where your limits are and avoid barreling through them. Especially not on my account.” She explains.

I instinctively go to quell her concern, but stop myself. Maybe I could go with this. It’d keep her off the trail of suspecting something weird is afoot. That’s really manipulative though. But what’s my alternative? Tell her I’m not overexerting myself and have her suspect something else? Dangit. I hate lying, but I steel my resolve and say,

“… Sorry. I just wanted to help. You were so excited about this, I wanted to show you some progress to hopefully have you feel accomplished.”

I mean, it’s not a complete lie. I do want to help her; and seeing her happy does bring me joy. I just really wish that was the reason for the act. And that it wasn’t an act. She looks at me for a few more moments, before her expression softens as she says,

“That’s really sweet, Tyler. But still a terrible reason to destroy your body. That’s the exact opposite of what we’re trying to accomplish here. You have to listen to what your body is telling you.”

She continues to go on a rant about proper discipline, but I miss most of it due to someone on a bicycle. He passes by us, right behind Sam, and must have some kind of sharp bobble or something on the ends of his handlebars. Because after he wizzes by, very close to Sam’s back, her shirt straps snap and spring forward. Causing her tank top to lower slightly, revealing the tops of her pastel blue sports bra cups. Oddly enough, her bra straps remain untouched.

“-and nobody wants that. Understand?” Sam says, completely oblivious to what just happened behind her.

I snap back to what she’s saying too late, so I just nod in acquiescence.

“Good. You ready to continue?” She asks.

I nod again, and we get moving. Her tank top slowly shimmying its way down around her stomach as her pants continue to unwind.

By the time we make it to the park, everyone we pass gawks at Sam. Her pants have unraveled to the point of being nothing but a waistband and most of a right leg. Her slightly shear pastel blue panties out for anyone and everyone to see. Exposing her toned, juicy, cream-colored buns to the sunlight. I’m amazed no one has tripped or snapped the string of her pants yet. Or maybe they have, only for it to get caught on something else. No way for me to tell.

Her top is offering as much coverage as a belt right now. Bunched up around her waist, revealing her matching blue sports bra. Not as saucy as her panties, but I imagine finding sexy and functional sports bras is a little harder than their complimenting garment. Still though, seeing her clad in nothing but her unmentionables and scrapped remains of clothing out in the middle of a public park without realizing how much silky smooth and beautiful skin she’s showing to every wandering eye that glances her way is really getting me going.

I act like I’m exhausted once again and ask for a break. I’m still barely winded, but I can’t let her know that. I collapse on a bench next to the park’s little duck pond and take multiple gulps of water. Sam joins me on the water consumption but remains standing. I pull out my phone, these are no cargo pants, but they still have side pockets, and snap a few pictures of Sam as she stands there. The moment the camera points her way, her posture changes to accentuate her curves. Hand on her hip, one leg bent, chest pushed out, she holds the bottle to her mouth. Letting a little spill out and over her chest as I continue to take pictures. She never gives any indication she knows this interaction between us even exists. She just continues to pose in different erotic stances with every picture I take.

Thinking now is as good of a time as any, taking only a moment to reflect on how quickly my concerns of using this app have fallen to the wayside, I tap her Masturbate hotkey. The affect is immediate. She drops her water bottle, one hand reaching up to grab a handful of breast, the other shooting down to her nether region, beginning careful ministrations with both. Slowly squeezing and releasing her bra covered tit flesh and gently petting her panty clad lady bits.

Only after watching her for a minute do I look around to see what sort of audience she’s attracted. No group has gathered to enjoy the site of her yet, but every passerby stares intently as they continue to walk. I wonder how long it would take for a crowd to gather.

That actually raises a question, how long will she continue with just a single usage? I look back to the app and smile as I see the happy little customization gear for Masturbate. I click on it.

Custom Settings: Masturbate

+1 uses per day: 6 gems.

+1 uses per day: Locked

+1 uses per day: Locked

Intensity Control: 5 gems

Must Finish: 8 gems

Well that answers that. I am tempted to not buy “Must Finish” just to see how long she’d go for, but my libido quickly overrules my scientific curiosity. I purchase both “Intensity Control” and “Must Finish”, panicking slightly when it takes multiple taps to confirm the transaction before it goes through. But it does, so crisis averted. With the new options available, “Must Finish” can be toggled on or off apparently, I turn that on and increase the intensity slider from the default 2 up to 6.

The changes take effect, Sam’s hands increase their pace and ****. She begins moaning softly with the pleasure she’s giving herself, catching the attention of the other park goers even more quickly, and keeping them for longer. A small crowd forms, her legs start wobbling, her face flushes, her eyes close, and her breathing becomes ragged. I decide now is a good moment to prod a little.

“Whatchya doing there, Sam?” I ask, barely managing to make it sound nonchalant.

“Haa… Haa… Just… Staying warmed up… Oooohhhh… While you recover… Haa.. Oh yeah…” She responds, feeling the full effects of her work but acting as if it’s mundane.

“I gotchya. So just like the stretches from last time?”

“Ex-Ha!-zactly… Haa… Mmmmmmhhhh…”

With that last moan, her legs give way, and she falls to the ground. Not letting that minor inconvenience stop her, she spreads her legs wide open, and shoves her hand underneath her panties. Directly facing the slowly growing crowd watching her. I switch to my phones camera once more and start recording a video of the spectacle. Missing a few precious seconds as the device refuses to switch to the video function before finally relenting. Even with her eyes closed and mind completely occupied with its current task, her body still reacts to the device pointing at her. Her movements become more exaggerated, her chest heaves more obviously, and she bites her lip as she throws her head back in a loud moan.

She still hasn’t finished however, if her continued movements are anything to go by. Some of the onlookers notice my filming though and whip out cameras of their own to use. It was at this moment, that a series of equally ridiculous events transpired one right after the other. The first being a random man shouting out,

“Gatsby! No!”

Followed by the blurred orange and white form of a small dog sprinting directly at Sam, a leash flapping in his wake like a cape. The dog, a familiar looking corgi I realize, slows just enough to only mildly impact into Sam. His nose perfectly level with her wet snatch. The collision driving a few of her fingers deep into her own fold. Her eyes to shoot wide open, her jaw drops, and an overly lewd sound escapes her lips.

The dog, Gatsby according to the shout, doesn’t linger though. His jaws clamp down hard onto her panties, before he jerks his head back, giving Sam a probably uncomfortable wedgie. The tug of war does not last long though, a short RIIIP sounds off as Gatsby takes off down the path with his second hard fought prize from Sam. His owner continuing to shout Gatsby’s name as he gives chase.

I can only look on in awe at the event that just took place, but as my gaze instinctively follows the mischievous creature, only to find out the mighty Gatsby isn’t done yet.

Not but 50 feet down the path, an all too familiar girl is walking towards us. High wedged sandals clacking with each step, long brunette hair fluttering in the gentle breeze, hips gently sashaying with each step in practiced motion, tight denim skirt and random band T-shirt hugging her every curve, and all attention focused on her fake gem covered phone.

I unconsciously recognize Amelia before another man shouts,

“Watch out!”

Amelia doesn’t even register the warning before a rouge frisbee streaks through the air and impacts directly on the side of her head. The frisbee bounces off and continues to fly in a random direction. Amelia’s head whips to the side, her eyes going cross, and her legs casting her drunkenly to the side. This is when Gatsby struck. Without slowing, he barrels into her shins. Knocking her already shaky balance completely off, forcing her to pitch forward. Arms outstretched instinctively to catch herself.

To her credit, she manages to get a couple steps before falling over completely. The unfortunate consequence of those steps, however, cause her to crash directly into a bench. The miraculous part though, because she was leaning so far forward, her arms and head slip through the gap in-between the backrest and the seat of the bench. Her hands impact the ground with a squelch, sinking into the apparently muddy earth a few inches. The water from the pond must have softened the ground in that area.

Her legs don’t collapse however, and are instead splayed out in a short split, pushing her skirt up a bit to reveal a red thong and part of her butt cheeks. Gatsby looks back for only a moment, and I swear I see a glint of pride in his eye, before continuing to sprint down the path. His owner desperately giving chase.

That was… Definitely something. What is up with that dog? My thoughts are interrupted from continuing by another loud moan from Sam, my head whips back in time to catch her in the throes of climax. A small puddle of her love juices pooling just below her, with a few patches further away as she proves to all the onlookers, myself, and my video camera, that she’s a squirter. The crowd claps and cheers for a few moments, but Sam doesn’t even seem to acknowledge them, or her now bottomless state, as she collects herself. Breathing heavily, face still flush she looks up to me and says,

“Huff… Huff… You all rested up? Ready to keep going? Huff… Huff…”

“I am if you are.” I respond with a mischievous grin.

“Great!” Sam says as she springs back up, surprising me with her stability. I guess her stamina training helps her in more ways than just running distance.

We grab our water bottles and continue on our way. Passing by the awkwardly positioned Amelia, a line of four guys standing behind her. The one at the front having already pushed her skirt up and panties to the side, aiming his exposed member in line with her **** pussy. Amelia shakes her head, apparently only just now recovering from the blow.

“Uuuuuggg. What the fuck was thaAAAAAAA-?!?” She says, getting cut off as the man penetrates her. Looking back angrily, she snarls,

“FUCK! WHAT?! Again?!? Seriously?!? What the fuck is wrong with you disgusting priiiiiiiiiicksss~” her viciousness trailing off into pleasure as she throws the insult.

We continue to run past her, Sam casting a curious glance and nothing more, but I look back for a moment to note the multiple additional men eagerly lining up behind the unfortunate girl. My guilt wells up and fights against how hot and hilarious I find her predicament, only for a moment though, before getting quashed back down. Amelia’s lewd moan filled cussing slowly fading off behind us as we continue our run.

Author's Notes:

Heyooooo! Hope you enjoyed the chapter! This one was extra long because I will be busy most of next week and unable to post anything. So you get it early!

In related news, this unfortunately marks the extent of what I have pre-written so far. Don't worry! I'm already a ways into the next chapter, know where the story is going, how to get there, and am enjoying the ride. Just need to find the time to sit down and make it happen. Oh the joys of being a responsible adult. But I do enjoy food, so sacrifices must be made.

All that is to say, updates may slow a bit. But they will continue! This I assure you!

That's all I got. Have a great day everyone!