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Chapter 6 by outerwell outerwell

Which would you rather try out: Control Mode, or Mumu Mode?

Control Mode

" Excellent Choice " cooed Mumu, as the screen transitioned into another perspective. On the screen, my Kelly was in front of the sink, splashing water on her face. In my state of hyper-arousal, I could not help but notice a good amount of the water dripping onto her boobs and tank-top.

I still had the ability to select different parts of her body, but I was now greeted with control schemes for that part of the body. The "Arousal" bar, now slowly trickling down, was accompanied with a "Suggestiveness" bar beneath it. Finally, on the bottom of the screen displayed my voice input, which was currently just gibberish.


So, now we are in Control Mode, where you can control her mind and her-


I skipped the conversation. I really did not fucking care about anything besides my eternally edging Johnson as my mind raced to come up with an appropriate command.

"Strip and begin masturbating now!" I yelled into the microphone port. The command appeared on the bottom of the screen glowed pink, and flew into her body. I could then see a scene with Mumu desperately trying to manipulate a series of levers and pulleys, struggling greatly.


Kelly splashed some more water on her face, the heat slowly fading away.

"Lets see... my period is still about a week away, so I don't think that would've done it." she ruminated aloud, putting her hands on her chin and elbows on the sink. She began threading a finger through her hair.

"I mean, I stopped taking the antibiotic for my sore throat a day ago, so that could've done it... though I have no idea how. Maybe it messed with the gut bacteria? I guess I should know, figuring I'm taking Microbio for college... whatever. Maybe I just got really horny for no reason... a girl-woodie... heh."

While her eyes traced the plaster patterns on the ceiling, they began to glow a bright pink.

"I suppose the only to do is to..."

Her expression suddenly changed from melancholy to upbeat. She turned to no one in particular and yelled:

"Strip and begin masturbating now!.....wait, what?"

And then it changed back, a questioning look spreading across her face. Her eyes faded back to normal.

"I-I mean take a shower. Definitely take a shower... Did I really just say that?" she asked herself, turning around and staring in the mirror.

Confused and unamused, she took out a towel from the closet and began to undress, conveniently forgetting that she did not have a change of clothes.


"Come on now!" I yelled. "What gives!"

"Did you not listen to me?" Interjected Mumu

"Why the hell would I?! Why the hell am I even talking to you?! Dear God my Dick is Hard!" I blurted out, giving my member a rapid, ineffectual wank; I was not in the most understanding mood.

Mumu sighed, much in the almost-loving way that parents sigh at their naive children. "She's not an idiot, Idio- Mickey-san. If you just tell her to take it to town without even a tenuous temptation, she is going to question why she wants to caress her cunt so carelessly. You only managed to get her to undress on the spot because she was already thinking about a shower. To get her to do sexy things, she must first be aroused."

I stared blankly at her through the screen, my other hand still fiddling my joystick. She sighed again.

"Use the body control"

And so I did.

What's next?

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