Handsy

Punishment Selected....: > Love Language: Physical. Upgrade selected: > Socially Online: Paltry (i).

Cindi smiled as she saw Beatrix still on the floor, Maddie next to her, and Emma somewhat off in the distance. They all looked like relived mothers when they saw her return.

"Shit, Britney, we were worried sick while you were gone. Good?" Maddie asked.

"Golden." Cindi replied with a thumbs up. She turned and headed over to the bar, ordering a round for the whole group, and talking to the bartender a bit. He looked nonplussed by the 5,000th drunk girl of the night, and Cindi downed her shots with the rest of the group, who looked like they were hitting their limit.

"Dance. Now." Cindi said, grasping Beatrix and Maddie's hands tightly, since Emma was fiddling with her phone; when they were both on the floor, she yanked Emma's hand, bringing her to the same spot, and escorting the whole group deeper into the mass of flesh.

Cindi could remember blurs of the night, much like one would remember a dream or two afterwards. She was in the centre of the circle. Then Maddie was in the centre. Then they were near the DJ. He kicked the group out of his area, not seeming pleased with a pack of drunk women distracting him; then they linked up with girls Maddie and Beatrix both knew, all the while, Cindi finishing everybody's drinks for them. Her buzz was not, could not, and would not, fade as they jumped up and down to the club music.

Beatrix began to look a bit tired to Cindi.

"Come here." Cindi said, yanking Beatrix away from the middle of the circle, and smiling at her. Grabbing onto her ass, Cindi leaned in, holding on Beatrix at the hips. Both were drunk enough to continue it sloppily for a few minutes.

"Woah,,,,,,...." A slurred voice said, belonging to Maddie, who pulled the two apart.

They had made a scene. More then a scene really. Kissing each other on the dance floor wouldn't go noticed by most, but making mewling and groans turned those next to them, which made others look, and it created a waterfall effect. A male shouted out.

"Don't break it up!"

Cindi giggled. "The crowd wants want it wants...." Beatrix stumbled away, her eyes glossed over and bit, and Cindi pounced on Maddie, who allowed her to begin exploring her mouth. While she did, Cindi tried her best to pose for the crowd, bringing Maddie close.

Cindi could notice some flashes, and eventually, Maddie squirmed out from under her, and it was her in the middle of the crowd, posing for them like a doll. She enjoyed the attention, took the offered jello shots, and even attempted to beat a braggadocios frat boy at a beer guzzling competition. Well, not attempted; she did.

"Holy shittttt dude! She roasted your ass! Like, damn man. Maybe she should be Alpha Alpha Alpha's president?" One of his compatriots said.

Cindi giggled and took a photo with the group of guys, all of whom reached for her ass cheeks as quickly as possible, and willingly let them put all their information in her phone. One sent her the photo of her mid-chug, and she found a compulsion to upload it immediately, **** not to miss a chance for likes.

'I won - surprised?' Read her caption, as she tried her best to even write and send it. It seemed alright.

The President seemed still annoyed he'd lost to the likes of her, and came up afterwards, perhaps the only person in the club drunker than Cindi. His entourage of bro's stuck back, looking like they were busy talking with the gaggle Cindi had been with hours before.

"What's ya name?" He asked, and the two began to converse, with Cindi taking his annoyance in stride.

After taking a shot with him, Cindi stood up, with Alex finally feeling the effect of everything; the fraternity president chuckled harshly. He spoke up to Alex, who's room was spinning right now, and let his hand rest on her thigh. Whatever he was saying, Alex wasn't paying much attention too, but he did pay attention when Beatrix's voice broke through his mental fog.

"Hey Alexa, you all good?' Beatrix asked.

"She's fine. Cindi said she needed a strong arm to get home. I got her." The abrasive frat boy said.

Cindi nodded. "Yeppers Beatrix! He's got me. We were gonna go." Cindi said as Beatrix nodded. Giving her a hug, Cindi gave her a quick kiss, leaving to repeat the same process with all the remaining women from their group.

Beatrix watched Alex stumble out of the club. Was he gay? Becoming a woman? Something else? Alex was so drunk his swaying hips were exaggerated, and he looked like a complete idiot, but it only confused Beatrix more - what was up with the formerly 'I'm a boy and don't ever call me a girl or I'll be pissy' Alex. And he was going home with a dude...

It was freezing cold. Colder then any night Cindi had ever journeyed out. When she bemoaned the cold, her escort let out a light laugh, and handed over his jacket, merely transferring the shivering from Cindi to himself. Surprisingly, he was a gentlemen as they wandered out of the club, and Cindi partied in the back of their cab as they both sloppily came down from their binge drinking.

Whoever made the first move didn't really matter, seeing as it ended up with Cindi on his lap, both moaning in the back seat as their hands explored the others body. The cabbie kicked them out, and Cindi followed him up his steps, not questioning much of what was occurring as he pulled her along by the hand, enjoying his soft yet firm grasp.

The house was empty, and they took advantage of it, as Cindi undid his belt buckle, eager to touch, to see what was in front of her, to know what his dick was. By the time she was finished, the fraternity president was a mess on the bed, looking pleased, and Cindi swallowed with a smile, her drunkenness' only making the situation better.

Cindi's night wasn't over yet, but for the frat president, things seemed at an end. He took her number, promised to message her about the party the next day, called her a cab, then sent her away with a pat on the ass, falling asleep before Cindi left the room.

While Cindi wanted to keep partying, Alex did not, and he passed out in his bed, wrapped in the man's jacket, still sniffing and holding onto it, thinking of the night.

"Dude. Wake up. You dead?" Ethan asked Alex again. His roommate reeked of vomit, ****, and god knows what, and sat in his bed, half undressed, wrapped only in big jacket.

Alex groaned in pain at his head, barely able to move; Ethan eventually brought him medicine, breakfast, water, as little relief as that gave him.

Eventually, after hours of sitting in pain, piecing together what little he remembered from the night prior, and having Ethan fretting over him, Alex felt a bit better.

"Uhm. I went clubbing with Beatrix. Maybe overboard?" Alex said, getting a laugh from Ethan, and a scoff at Alex's eye roll.

"A bit. Thought you were dead dude. You were naked beside some jacket. You rob some prick fr his designer clothes?" Ethan asked with a laugh.

Where had he got that jacket? He had no idea. He'd left the club, then.....

He couldn't remember a single thing.

"Sorry Ethan." Alex said as he let his head rest on his shoulder, finding himself want to hold his hand, get close, wrap himself around Ethan and.....

No. He was just cold. That's why he was having those thoughts.

"C-can I get some clothes? You dick, making me be naked besides for this jacket." Alex asked.

"Shut up idiot. Glad even with all your vomiting, your makeup isn't messed up." Ethan playfully teased.

The mention of vomiting made Alex rush from the couch to the bathroom. Ethan noticed the jacket fall to the ground, and Alex's big ass filled his eyes for a brief second, before the door slammed shut, and Alex emptied his stomach.

By mid-day, Alex's hangover had mostly faded to a dull throb, and he felt good enough to go workout with Ethan. They began with arms, but Alex felt, without any doubt, incomplete. Like he was missing something.

It had to be his ass. He needed to deal with it. To grow it, to expand it, to.....

"You staying late again?" Ethan asked. "Saturday's are pineapple on pizza night."

"Duh I'll be there. You go home. I'll be too busy showing you up." Alex said, smirking at Ethan; before his best friend left, he gave him a tight hug, which surprised both of them. Neither stopped it.

Alex, finally alone, began to waste some time on his phone, and looked over all the notifications that had taken up parts of his screen. Huh? Posts from different accounts? Likes? Comments? He certainly didn't have any accounts. Especially accounts with 1031 followers....

'I won - surprised?' was the caption of his photo, and checking tagged photos, and @'s of him, Alex realized he drunkily made an account, followed dudes, and posted a photo with them! And worst of all, he looked like some chick in the photo! They all were grabbing his ass, and in the second photo, it was him, soaking wet, covered in beer, looking like a party student.

Beatrix had messaged him photos of the gaggle together, the majority of girls unrecognizeable to Alex, but all in his contact book; Maddie had added a photo of him modeling the yoga pants to her page, and Emma had put up comments about how Alex was a crazy party girl. Each had sent him photos, and Emma had even sent him a 'congrats u lil' minx' at like 4 in the morning, and then a photo of some dude with his hand around a girls waist, leaving the club.

But it didn't make sense. None of it made sense. The videos of him dancing on the club floor, or posing for dudes to take photos with her, or chugging beer with some frat president. Maybe he'd do that. But how did he have an account created yesterday, with a 1000 followers.

Those thoughts and more stuck with him as he continued his gym workout. His walk home wasn't terrible. Pondering his past 24 hours, Alex noticed messages from Roy, Maddie, Beatrix, Emma, and Gavyn.

Gavyn: Hey Alexa, what are you doing? Bored on a Saturday night ;p

Alex: Not much. Working out.

Snapping a quick front photo for Gavyn, Alexa tried to flex his arms as best he might, taking the photo close to 20 times. It didn't work that well, truth be told. A second photo went to Roy: Photo Lesson Number Two.

Gavyn: Nice. Not was I was expecting, but nice

Roy: I'm learning a lot...teach me tomorrow?

Alex felt a bit vile sending the message, but also felt good, like he was making a deep connection. If Roy, Gavyn, Beatrix were here right now, he squeeze them and then....

Beatrix responded to his message, saying she was good to go to the party, and Alex began to walk back to his apartment. Emma would make an appearance.

Beatrix: You can come to my place to change; it'll be quicker, and I know you are all about efficiency.

That made complete sense. Alex headed her way instead, and quickly showered, and hopped out as Beatrix promised him a change of clothes. She took her sweet time, meaning Alex had a bit of time to feed his Gem Ladies addiction.

He lost. Utterly, terribly lost. Beatrix knocked on the bathroom

Three Punishments:

A is for Airbags (i) - User gains A-cup size. Further upgrades will change this perk.

Orally focused - User finds themselves with an oral fixation, whether it be lollipops, kissing, pussy, or dick. Minor afflication, but might be able to be combined....

Greek Life: Pledging (i) - User becomes obsessed with becoming a sorority pledge, and will do what it takes to become one. Further upgrades will increase their standing in their sorority of choice.