Typhoid Mary Levels Up

Getting Fondle leveled up first feels a bit like putting the cart before the horse, but Patricia’s logic is tough to beat on it: I get 50–no, 60 now—gems a day, that means I can make any Girl super fertile every 24 hours, even if I spend every last drop on the old witch. With the right coincidental meetings, I could make Fondle less of a nightmare while also spreading some great customizations to my other Girls. Satisfied with my first target, I set out to learn where the witch's cabin might hide.

Outside the Fondle Residence, 3:11 P.M.

Unsurprisingly, she does in fact live within a block from Maria Chan, explaining how she got in contact with her. The old crone’s house isn’t the witch’s hut I envisioned, but it does still show its age in run-off stains of that paint the gray roof tiles, chips in the ugly purple paint that reveal the uglier beige paint underneath, and jalousie windows that’ve seen better days. The only exception, a nice garden window near the front door, shows the gaudy living room that waits inside, too reminiscent of Irie Teller's own. The garden it overlooks, meanwhile, is a strangled, dying lawn of sad grass and ant hills run amok.

It's Irie I have to thank for getting Fondle's address, along with that of the Santiagos. She responded curtly with their addresses, and the brevity of her answers tells me she's not quite ready to talk about the orgy. I’m sure her and Leona have plenty to not talk about already.

Earlier I had my doubts about bringing Patricia with me, but her insistence that she scope it out with me overrode my worries about her and Fondle exchanging customizations. I mean it wouldn't be the worst thing to start having all my Custom Girls fawn over me like Patty does... right? In any case, we're not here to walk in or say hi… not yet anyways. I turn the Vita on and confirm via the app that Ms. Fondle is indeed in her house, or at least in the vicinity. I give her punishment a full read just to make sure I didn't miss anything.

JESSE FONDLE
Punishment: Typhoid Mary (Once per day, she catches a random customization from the first Custom Girl she sees. Once per day, she bestows a random customization of her own--other than this punishment--onto the first adult woman she touches. Her awareness is always on for these customizations and they cannot be refunded or swapped.)

I press square for the advanced options and find the succubi haven't added any new features yet:

TYPHOID MARY, ADVANCED OPTIONS:
The number of customizations being exchanged, and the price of this advanced option, are doubled per rank: 100 gems/rank.
The customizations acquired can be swapped: 300 gems.
This punishment becomes transmittable as a non-punishment customization: 500 gems.

One Typhoid Mary is enough, so I don’t have to worry about blowing 500 gems on that last one. The swapping ability seems useful, but not nearly as much as what 300 gems gets me on the first option: four customizations exchanged every day, with three today since she already did an exchange with Parker. I buy the two ranks and don’t look back.

JESSE FONDLE
Typhoid Mary, Advanced: Pox Queen (The number of customizations being exchanged, and the price of this advanced option, are doubled per rank.) x 2
TOTAL COST: 300 gems. OK? Purchased!

“Alright, she’s setup… wait, crap, is there anyone in there?” I didn't even think to make sure no other Custom Girls were around. I scroll and find only unknown names; the Bible Club wasn’t in today, thank goodness. Even Maria is too far to get picked up on the app, so the only one even in range for Fondle is… wait a minute. Would Sophia’s… videos count? It just says seen… no, I’m worrying too much. Why would Fondle look that up beyond learning about the “sinful” teacher at the school? Hell, does she even know how to use a computer-?

A waving hand catches my eye as Jesse Fondle comes out from the side of the house with a toothy, hideous grin. She waves at my car, pulled over on the right side of the road by her house… putting Patricia closer to her, at a window, in plain sight.

Welp—

JESSE FONDLE
Enforced Hygiene (She loses all body hair below the eyebrows and produces no unpleasant odors.) (absorbed)
Guided Love (User's interactions with her will always arouse her.) (absorbed)
Fanatical Cum Guzzler (Taking semen in any hole makes her obsessed with the donor until she receives semen from someone else.) (absorbed)

Ah… right for the jewels, then? I guess it could be worse… and as she approaches, I ponder whether to let Patricia receive the only three customizations Fondle otherwise has.

Fuck it, not the worst possibility, right? I lower Patricia’s window, and she suddenly glanced over to me with wide eyes. “I don’t lecture. This would be a waste.”

She really thought this through ahead of me, didn't she? How did she even remember that about Fondle? I pat her thigh with a grin. “But hey, no more periods.”

“I’ll lose ownership of my breasts as well. I…” She hesitates as she sees in my eyes that I want this for her… and before she can say anything further, Fondle is there in her summer dress and a coat on her arm. It takes me a beat to realize she just took that coat off because of Patricia’s Infectious Nudity; Patricia herself is just wearing one layer over her underwear. I look around briefly, but I find no women outside to check for the same effect.

“Well! Mr. Haines and--incredible!--Ms. Matheu, out on a Saturday, the good Lord’s day! I am so surprised to see your mother letting you out without a chaperone, little missy!” Fondle takes no hint from Patricia’s clear discomfort before she reaches into the car and pinches her cheek. No wonder Fondle spreads customizations like wildfire: she has no respect for personal space. “Oh, my… but it is getting warm out here, don’t even know… hah… why I put this coat on…”

PATRICIA MATHEU
Lectern Lecher (received from Jesse Fondle)
Wet and Wild Periods (received from Jesse Fondle)
Punishment: Let Her Breasts Satisfy Thee at All Times (received from Jesse Fondle)

As the elderly woman grows hot and bothered by my presence, I’m reminded that all the social repercussions of driving away in a hurry would still be better than sticking around. But no… I need to plant the right seeds. I need to get her to meet Teller in the early morning until she picks up the de-aging perk, and then engineer more happenstance from there. I need... Fondle's phone number, God help me.

Oh well... at least her mustache is gone now. “Say, Ms. Fondle… what would you say to meeting early tomorrow morning, or at midnight tonight, with Ms. Teller?”

Fondle fans herself with both hands as she smiles and responds, “Why that sounds… lovely, for tomorrow, before church… are you… coming to church?”

“If you two will have me,” I lie. “I just need your phone number to coordinate.”

“Hah… absolutely.” Her answer is hungrier than I like, but soon after I'm taking down her phone number--her house phone, because she somehow doesn't have a cellphone even in this day and age--and making my vague promises to meet Teller and her here at 7:00 A.M. on a Sunday, as ungodly an hour as I could imagine back when I needed sleep.

By the time she’s done waving, we’re already driving out of sight and towards my next checkpoint.