Our heroine finally arrives home.

Natalie trudges down the street from her bus stop, mind racing. {if Ruined_Clothes=true}The tattered remains of her outfit hang on her, leaving her nude and exposed to the gaze of everyone who passes by. Women tend to hurry past, looking away from her as though the sexual objectification might be contagious. Men, on the other hand, whistle, grin, or give her ass a quick smack in passing. One man stops her, playing roughly with her exposed tits, pinching and flicking her nipples as he grins and asks her if she's interested in being a good girl for him. {if Sluttery>85}The rush of blood this sends to her nethers is too strong to resist, so she drops to her knees and sucks him off on the curb, grateful for the hazy, ****-like euphoria his cum splashing into her mouth sends her into.{elseif Sluttery > 60}It's hard to say no to him, especially when he starts to play with her clit as well, but Nat manages with difficulty to pull herself away, panting. She'll masturbate to the memory later.{elseif Sluttery > 40}A part of her desperately wants him to bend her over and fuck her, but she has to get home, and she manages to twist and talk her way out of it.{else}She's never felt so debased and humiliated, and he lets her go after a few moments, clearly not enjoying it.{endif}{elseif Slut_Clothes=true}Her clothes are getting her looks and whistles from the men walking down the street once more, and she {if Sluttery > 70}loves it{elseif Sluttery > 40}can't help but smile{else}shivers with nerves, torn between pleasure at being seen and appreciated and terror at the possibility that they'll decide to pull her off somewhere and put her to use.{endif}{else}The walk home is uneventful, but the day's events keep swirling in her mind.{endif}

She steps through the front door and finds her whole family in the living room. Her mother glances up from the book she's reading. "Hey, Nat! How was your first{if Ruined_Clothes=true} - oh." Her eyes widen as she takes in Nat's disheveled, clearly well-fucked state. "Well, I see someone had an...eventful first day!"

"Hell yeah, Natalie! Going full slut mode, huh?" Alex says with a grin. He's on the couch, playing his Switch as Throatwhore suckles his cock, but he quickly pauses his game to raise his phone and snap a photo of her. Natalie {if Sluttery > 80}poses for him reflexively, grasping her breasts and lifting them up as she opens her mouth wide and sticks out her tongue to highlight her assets.{elseif Sluttery > 60}blushes but grins, burying her face in her hands as she fights conflicting feelings welling up inside her.{elseif Sluttery >40}blushes and flips him off, trying to ignore how his attention is making the space between her legs tingle.{else}squeals and attempts to cover her crotch and breasts.

"Alex! No!"

{endif} He just grins and taps at his phone, and Nat hears the swoosh of a message being sent. "The guys are gonna love this, a bunch of them have been asking if you're open for business yet."

"I have to say, I'm a touch disappointed," her father says mildly. "I really had thought that you'd hold out a bit longer than that. You've always said you want to go to college so badly..."

"Hush, dear," Nat's mother says. "Natalie can make her own choices. If she'd rather embrace her feminine side and make use of her holes, she's perfectly entitled to."{else} day of Bridge Year?"

"Uh...ok, I guess," Nat says, a bit overwhelmed at even the thought of trying to process it. Everyone was fucking. {if Sluttery > 60}I was fucking. {endif}It seemed wrong, but also...{if Sluttery>20}so hot{elseif Sluttery_ > _40}!{else}_?{endif}{endif} She goes to sit in one of the living room chairs. Alex is sitting on the couch, playing his Switch as Throatwhore suckles his cock.

"Did you make any friends?" her father asks, smiling at her.

{if Plastics Member is true}"Actually, yeah. I met this guy named Ricky...and some of his friends," Nat says with a smile.{else}"Uh...no. This girl Claire, maybe. But no one else who I think is likely to...stick around," Nat mutters. Denise's face flashes through her mind. When I met her this morning, she was just another girl starting Bridge Year...and now she's a fucktoy...{endif} "And, of course, Beth and Anna are there."

"I always liked that Beth," her father comments. "Sweet girl. Tight asshole, too - a real pleasure to fuck."

"Mm. Anna's struck me as quite a go-getter," her mother says. "You keep an eye on that one, Natalie. She'll keep you on the straight and narrow."

"Ok, forget that friend bullshit. Did you get dicked down at Bridge?" Alex asks with a grin. "That's what it's for, after all!"

{if Sluttery > 80}"Fuck yeah, I did," Natalie says with a laugh. "Got to sample a couple nice cocks, actually."

"Hell yeah, girl! Live that Bridge Year life. You never have access to as much nice pussy as in Bridge. Or, well. Maybe if you go to college..."{elseif Sluttery > 60}"Uh...yeah. I did," Natalie admits with a grin.

"Hell yeah, girl! We'll have you a cockwhore yet," her brother crows.{else}"I...uh..." Nat sputters.

"Alex, mind your own business," Mrs. Pierce tells him tartly. "Natalie's holes aren't any of your concern."

"Just trying to be a thoughtful brother! Jeez," he mutters.{endif}

"Well, dinner should be ready shortly," their mother announces. "Alex, go set the table, would you?"

Ten minutes later, the family sits down to dinner. It's Natalie's favorite, special for her first day of Bridge Year: mushroom lasagna. And the whole thing is only made more delicious from being served on the squirming but ultimately obedient Throatwhore, who's bound to the top of the table with a trivet on her belly. The family takes care to lick up any juices that leak onto the girl, and {if Sluttery > 70}both Alex and Natalie enjoy flavoring their food with the juices from her needy cunt{else}Alex takes clear pleasure in dipping a brush into her cunt and spreading her juices onto his food{endif}. With dinner done, they settle in to relax. Alex and their dad spit-roast Throatwhore for a while as Natalie and her mother watch TV. {if Sluttery>70}Emboldened by the day's experiences, Natalie ends up using the whore as well, riding the former co-ed's face between fuckings. {endif}When they tire of that, they tie her up, whip her a few times for good measure, and cum on her tits and ass, leaving the exhausted girl hanging from the ceiling, covered in their spunk as the family troupes upstairs to head to bed.

{if Sluttery > 80}And late that night, when she's restless and horny and the need takes her, the compelling feeling of want, and her hand is just insufficient, Natalie sneaks downstairs, padding quietly through the sleeping house, and licks the cum from Sara's chest and ass. The other girl, dozing in her awkward, restrained position, only moans slightly, unresisting as Natalie hungrily ravishes her body, licking and sucking and mauling a bit just because she can't control the want. "Good girl," she whispers when she's finally done, a feeling of euphoria rushing through her. "Don't say anything about this." The blackband slut just nods, clearly still out of it.

{endif}

The next day is less crazy than the first, and Natalie slips slowly into a routine at Bridge Year. Dress, go to school, attend classes, {if Sluttery > 80}get pounded when she's horny, {elseif Sluttery > 50}suck a cock or two but nothing too crazy, {endif}head home. Her evenings are mostly her own, though she does have homework. She falls into a routine with that too, though - one that just seems fitting for this new stage in her life.