The Probing of Peppernickel

Cautiously I open the door... and greeting me is quite the sight.

“Greetings, David Haines,” Wendy declares a bit more loudly than is necessary, her messy hair bundled under a hairband.

I glance at the microphone gun in her hand, the entire structure a long, black series of tubes and wires with a clear plastic bowl on its end, and slowly process what it must be.

“What a perfectly normal visit and time we will have as good friends from school,” she stiffly recites as I realize her headband is sheathed in wrinkled tinfoil.

I look from the headband to the backpack that bulges out from behind her, and how it clings to the white school dress shirt she's wearing- wait, there wasn't even school today. Why is she in full uniform?!

“I hope you won't mind if I stay awhile to study economics and other subjects we share at school?”

She grins too widely for anyone to believe and then hurries in past me, her equipment clanking in her bag as her microphone bangs me knee on her way in. Her glasses slip from her face and she stumbles as she goes to catch them, falling forward as the bag throws her off-balance... and stops only when I catch the handle of her backpack. She hangs there as I struggle to hold up the weight of all the crap she must be carrying; as my least-desirable Custom Girl, she herself is thankfully weightless.

I lift her in the same motion I go back to the front door and close it, though not before giving a nervous glance outside to see if anyone saw this lunatic enter my abode. I can’t help but notice Mrs. Parker in her own living room window… with a phone held to her face with one hand and binoculars in the other, just before she dives out of view.

Was she the one who tipped off Leona’s…? Okay, one problem at a time, Dave.

Closing the door, I growl at her as she struggles to get back on her feet. “What the... Hell are you doing?!”

“Let us conduct our studies,” she emphasizes with a wink of her good eye, “particularly with the help of this white-noise machine for privacy purposes.”

“Priva- ah!” I holler in surprise and just a bit of pain as the scream of a TV with a white noise signal fills my house. I find its source in her eagerly outstretched hand: a small white speaker topped with a black cap from which the noise screams out to fill my living room.

“THIS WILL BLOCK ALL GOVERNMENT BUGS IN YOUR HOUSE, GUARANTEEING THAT OUR CONVERSATION IS NOT RECORDED-!”

Once I remember who exactly is in my living room, I quickly tap the switch on the side of the device, shutting it off. “Wendy, for fuck’s sake, that’s…” Roleplay, Dave, remember: you’re an alien. “… that is not a concern,” I finish as coolly as I can manage.

“Ah... but the world government will... eh, unless you already took the world government over?” I open my mouth to respond as her hands fly up. “Don't tell me, I want to find out for myself... I've been thinking they were infiltrated for years now, but-”

It takes a long, long moment to fully recall my role in her universe: I'm now an alien, as is anyone I identify as an alien, and she will happily accept both "probing" and any idiotic factoid I might drop about aliens. Come to think of it, my Silver Tongue perk means I don't even need that purchase anymore, doesn't it...?

Something to explore refunding later. “Why did you come here?”

“I've been monitoring your experiments since the morning,” she casually explains, “and the convincing explanations you've offered those other girls.”

“Convincing...?” Her awareness shouldn’t let her treat it as abnormal… but then again, conspiracy theorists are always treating the norm as abnormal, right? So is she permitted to- Wait, monitoring? So she’s been spying on me?

“Well yes... perfectly normal behavior for anyone else, really, but I understand what you’re really doing… and I know they can't know the truth, not like I do,” she somberly brags, “about your experiments and objectives and… well, that’s why I chose this lull in activity to come by.”

I take a long moment vacillating between panic and epiphany, until at last it comes together. So Wendy heard the whole, entire truth from me as I explained it to Ivette and then Leona... but besides the awareness buffer, she already heard and believed my lies in the other direction. My Silver Tongue perk... no, her alien-factoid perk works exactly as it was written, then. “So... you're here to participate.” Finally feeling comfortable, I go ahead and pull her options up on the Vita as she delays her response by first putting her pack down and fiddling inside of it. Once I'm at her screen, I see several of her old options begin to glow and, with small lines of fire, begin to… burn away? What the Hell?! When the fire subsides on the one I focused on, "Her breasts grow to B-cups: 50 gems," it gets replaced with:

Her breasts increase by 100 CCs once per rank: 5 gems/rank.

Whoa... whoa! Wait, how many CCs are 100? What even are CCs other than something yelled out during a hospital drama? Rather than Google it, I do the obvious math in my head: if 50 gems would give her B-cups, and 5 gems is 100 CCs, it must take 1,000 CCs to get a decent, B-cup boob on her. Frankly I'd rather upgrade her further up into C-cup, if we're going to augment her chest at all, but that would probably be like 2,000 CCs, or 100 gems... ugh.

I get so distracted by the boob possibilities that the other options burn away before I can make note of them: one was the one about sexual pleasure from her mouth, I think, and another mentioned her thighs... but before I can try and find a common pattern, I'm left with all the old alien stuff and a few new additions:

WENDY PEPPERNICKEL
Her breasts each increase by 100 CCs once per rank: 5 gems/rank.
Having anything put her in mouth makes her drool twice as much as normal: 10 gems.
Her buttocks double in mass once per rank: 10 gems/rank.
Becomes sexually appealing to anyone User designates as an alien: 10 gems.
She no longer grows or maintains hair beneath her eyebrows: 3 gems.
User can modify her choice of underwear by instructing her, including to not wear any: 10 gems.
Her womb becomes potently fertile, never having less than triplets when any semen reaches her womb: 30 gems.
**** becomes both accepted and expected of her: 100 gems.
Her ruined eye is healed and causes arousal in those who stare into it: 40 gems.

Why did the app take away the old options and replace them? Gone, too, are the wildly expensive options for her… so what changed? I get no answer, and I'm distracted before I can guess at why. “I am here in inquire and monitor,” she casually explains as she raises a microscope and what looks suspiciously like a Bunsen burner, “and also to submit to any experiments you might want to produce on a willing, intelligent subject. We... never did continue our conversation from Ms. Lia's classroom.” She hides her disappointment very poorly.

“Right... well, let me consider my... pending experiments, here.” So this is how it happens... with every other option away or busy, with a house to myself, and with a weirdo in my living room who's ready and willing to fuck. So this is how I’ll end up having sex with Wendy Peppernickel... even if she doesn't think it’s sex. I'll admit that screwing Wendy Peppernickel was far from the top of my list, especially after the incredible bodies that just marched out of my house... but the options here now made it at least seem like it could be a relatively... positive experience?

I review all the alien bullshit I bought for her... and as I do, one of the options I already bought begins to burn up as well! But instead of going away, it just temporarily lights up and returns to normal... and now it has a new toggle button on it. Curious (and a bit furious at my customizations being tampered with), I give it a tap and get a description I can almost guarantee wasn't there when I bought it:

Extraterrestrial External Excitements: People who touch her become sexually aroused; togglable for User.

I'm getting hesitant to even buy things for her anymore... but then again, this new option doesn't seem like the worst possibility. I can't even remember what the old one was, if I'm honest. Curious as I am, I leave the effect toggled "ON" for myself before addressing her. “As part of the... the series of experiments I have in store for you, I need you to be completely naked.” That obedience customization, at least, must have gone untouched because she unquestioningly begins to undress, her hands working quickly to abandon her gear and begin unbuttoning her shirt. The training bra beneath is flung away as quickly as its revealed, followed by her skirt and the massive panties she wears. The last thing she removes is her eyepatch... and I do my best to not look directly at the malformed flesh there.

Instead I trace the rest of her with my gaze, and it is a humble offer: her body is hairy and unattractive, with her pits and legs drawing my attention from the unkempt bush in her crotch and the too-skinny form that reminds me of a flat-chested Dr. Sinclair. Again a woman driven to unhealthy thinness... but what makes Wendy do so? The trauma of her eye? The expectations of school? Chess Club? At least Ivette had "being a doctor" to excuse her taking poor care of herself...

Well, Wendy's no durable medical equipment, so I can't miracle-cure her weight problem... but at the very least I can make parts of her more appealing--healthier, more filled out, I tell myself--before we get started. I do finally confront that malformed eye: sunken in, I think at first, but instead it's that her flesh has healed outward and nearly to the point of covering her eye altogether. The pupil of that eye was a dark twinkle in that pit formed by skin that is, as best as I can describe it, melted. It's structure is so drastically different from her other eye that I almost question whether it's real... but a sinking weight in my stomach tells me it is.

Even if I never touch this girl... even if I never put it in... I'm fixing that right now. That she was left that way in a world with plastic surgery and excess... and just as I'm getting a feeling like some kind of savior complex, I remind myself that I would ultimately be fucking Wendy Peppernickel just to keep my best day going. No sense feeling high and mighty now, fine, but I am glad I can bring some relief to her.

It has to be relief, right? She won't get... mad if I fix her face, will she? I begin to fill my virtual shopping basket up as I test the waters, “I'm going to restore your face, but you should still hide the eye to avoid questions and... unintended consequences, at least for now.”

“Restore... my...” Her hand travels up to her left cheek, but it stops short of the warped skin. A tremble enters her voice as it whispers, “You're... you can do... that? You would?”

“That and more. I will modify your body as part of this experiment. If you would prefer your face be unchanged, I can leave it-”

“N-No!” She almost squeaks her words as she continues, “P-Please...! It's... I just didn't think that would help your experiment, and I didn't think anyone could...”

If she’s the emotional sort, it’s currently being suppressed by stunning surprise; I take the latter as consent. Gleefully I turn awareness her on for almost all my purchases; I can't make her realize my "alien power" if she accepts it all as normal, after all. I get to the breast increase and... well, I'd rather have her be up to a C-cup, even if that doesn't mean much on her small body, but I just don’t have the gems to justify that. Fine, a B-cup, just like the succubi had originally offered. If I wanted more, well, I'd be getting more gems at night and through achievements, right? So there's really no reason to not go ham on what may be the salvation of my evening.

I assure myself of my rational thinking as I repeatedly tap the boob option until I'm satisfied.

WENDY PEPPERNICKEL
Mass Upgrade to Breasts (Her breasts each increase by 100 CCs once per rank.) x 10
Double the Butt (Her buttocks double in mass once per rank.) x 2
Smooth Flesh (She no longer grows or maintains hair beneath her eyebrows.)
Eye of Lilith (Her ruined eye is healed and causes arousal in those who stare into it.)
TOTAL COST: 113 gems. OK? PURCHASED!

GEMS: 27/300

Even moreso than when I “youngified” Irie Teller, Wendy’s body... shifts in a way that makes my brain recoil. Beneath her messy locks of hair, the ruined flesh moves and pops into positions that mostly mirror the remainder of her face, returning to her visage a symmetry that is... exciting, I now realize, as I stare into an eye I've not fully seen until now.

That vague cuteness I once saw, that pet-like adorability, returns now in violent ****. She is almost child-like in her cute facial features... and for a moment, that illusion is unsettling as all her body hair shrinks and vanishes, leaving her pussy bald and her body all too small and undeveloped. Her hips widen as her generous ass comes in, though, proving that the second doubling doubles the first as a generous rump grows behind her. Her hands fly to her buttocks before they touch her restored face as her mouth forms an "O" in her perpetual shock. She's a legal adult, and with those child-bearing hips, even her small frame now looks legal, thank God.

But then the chest swells... and here is where I am taught a lesson on assuming my math checks out. Truthfully, a small voice in my head had warned me to at least check what a CC was, or maybe how that translated to boobs, but I would've expected some warning... maybe a quiet head's up... a soft murmur from the notifications when I tried to enter 1,000 CCs of tit into the tiny body before me.

There was no warning... and I have little to say as the chest swells... and swells... and swells well past C-cups. Her tiny nipples, inverted and cute, grew with her breasts into massive, still-inverted mounds unto themselves, the puffy flesh there multiplying as well with the promise of unusually large, fatty nipples if anyone could ever get them erect. Her body arches forward slightly as her hands cover her face in horror, but her tits keep growing, past D-cup, past double-D... into what I would eventually be told was a "30H.”

“Ah... ah, why... why this... why would I need to-!”

I don't offer an answer as she scoops her new, huge tits in her arms. Her breasts were arguably the same size as Sophia’s, except Sophia has the fuller, taller body built for that chest. Wendy was a wafer of a girl, slight and short, and now her fat chest probably made up some significant percentage of her total weight.

“I... I can't go out with- how are these required for testing?!”

“I…” Careful now, Dave. “… will not explain the experiment to the extent it… interferes. However, I'll ensure that no one else believes this increase to be unusual. The same will be true of your butt and your face.”

“My butt-? Then that really did-?” She begins spinning about as she foolishly tries to catch sight of her ass... but in her turning, she does catch a glimpse of something... no, not a glimpse, not when she had to strip her eyeglasses with everything else. It's that she could now squint at shapes that are far away... without obstruction, even in her left eye. “Did you increase my... my... o-oh...” Slowly, she let's go of her left tit with an audible thump against her own body... and let's that hand gently explore her face.

Her hand touches the socket around her newly-revealed eye... and so she knows. She knows more than even I who sees it plain. She knows in a way I never could, because I never carried that burden: a face malformed, a face she was not born with, suddenly vanished and returned like those terrible, wonderful dreams when she imagined herself restored only to wake up and cry into an eyepatch. Different tears well in her eyes this time... and for a moment, nude and absurd as she now appears, we both forget about experiments as she falls to her knees and happily wails.

8:05 P.M.

I decided not to ask, offering just a cup of water and a napkin from the kitchen as a tissue. I desperately want to ask, but… no, not for now.

I didn't know Wendy before, or even notice her until my first senior year... but thinking on it now, wouldn't I have noticed her sooner if she were born like that? Like if an underclass man three years ago was walking around with gnarly eyepatches. So either she just moved in or this was a recent thing, then... a trauma, or an accident, or both... that ruined her face. She is all smiles once she finally stops crying and laughing in a way that ill-matched her usual persona... and it's not until she's done when she finally gives her enormous udders a gentle, testing tap as she squints down at them. I finally permit her her eyeglasses with a brief murmur, and she puts them on before returning to sit on my couch.

She's still naked, and her heaving mammaries and heavier, hairless thighs make it a more enjoyable sight. Her inverted nipples are so puffy in this pose that I could imagine actually fucking them, cartoonish as that would be. “You... you need it all, then, and I can live with that,” she finally mutters.

I decide not to mention that I could refund my purchases at any time. Absurd as her tits are... I mean, the Gem Health Program would keep her back in good condition, right? “I do,” I finally lie.

“Alright then... I'm ready to begin!” she finally declares, her smile beaming at me.

I have to look away because her eye just makes me... taut. I swear looking into it is the equivalent of getting a single, stern stroke on my cock by an eager hand. Succubus power was really scary, sometimes, and I didn't miss the name of this particular perk Wendy now gets to use on me... shit, on everyone, now. Why doesn't it have a toggle, anyways? Shouldn't it? I put that question to the back of my mind for now. “As you know, my experiments require sex.” That sounds incredibly stupid as I say it, but she eagerly listens. “That is... the energies and... well, better I leave it at that for your human... um... comprehension.”

“Energy, then? Intriguing! Is this like the ambient energy theory of the late Tesla- no, that's not a good point of reference... well, is this a kind of ambient energy theory that you use?”

“That's... uh, classified.”

“Of course! But 'sex' is just what the other, unaware subjects think it is, right? It's just a simulation to get inside our bodies and probe us, possibly to also inject us with chemicals disguised as human semen to see what effects they render-”

“No, it's sex,” I cautiously interrupt, “and actual sex, sexual pleasure, thoughts about sex... all of it is essential to the experimentation in a way I cannot explain to you at this time.” Keeping her mind on sex should also give a bit of a boost to the succubi, right? Along with maybe helping Wendy use that new body of hers to interesting effect. More than anything, though, I just hope this explanation makes her understanding when I keep just fucking the Hell out of her in the future while forgetting to mention scientific breakthroughs or whatever.

... But her reaction is neither eager horniness nor hesitation. Instead, she exhibits upon that worried brow something like... shame? Disappointment? “I... I see.”

“Does this upset... you?”

“N-No! It's just... I... I really want to help your experiments.”

My eyes widen ever so slightly. “And you will. I'm going to remove my clothing now-”

“N-No, that's not... I mean, I don't think... I'm qualified.”

I raise an eyebrow and pause my unzipping. “... Qualified?” Definitely saw the telltale cleft at her crotch, and with tits like those to **** as I ride her... well, she meets my qualifications.

“You don't understand... I have... another problem, ehm, with my body, or my brain, it’s… a number of poorly understood deficiencies.”

“You will suffer no long-term harm from these experiments.”

“That's not it. The thing is, I... don't have a...”

“... A clitoris? G-Spot? Vagina? We could do butt st- erm, engage in anal intercourse as an alternative-”

Frustrated, she finally yells,