Athletic Pursuits

Maria Chan, when put into perspective, was a pretty amazing teenager. She is—or was—crazy into gaming and fantasy TV shows and movies, but she was also a writer, professional now that she’s published. She’s presently a member of the track team; despite her short stature she’s apparently doing well there, too. An athletic, petite woman, she was both adjacent and contrasting to Leona… and having seen an athletic body at work, I find myself getting my car keys to finally go visit her neighborhood across the main road.

Despite having been to her house at least once (to drop Alice off), it takes me a few minutes to get my bearings. As Maria’s name keeps popping in and out of the app, I end up semi-triangulating her position, abandoning streets once I see she left my range again. It’s only when I finally happen upon her jogging that I realize why I kept getting mixed results.

When at last I spot her, I take a moment to appreciate the adult she’s become. Her short-cut hair bobs in the jog, a sky-blue jumpsuit hides much of her body, and worn sneakers tap the ground as she flies down the sidewalk in her trained stride. As she accelerates suddenly, I realize she’s not just on a jog: her body cuts through air in an explosive sprint as she shoots past my car and forces my U-turn at the next roundabout. Her petite features held, in that moment, an visage of determination I recognized in Leona… but also in Sophia, in those first moments of her resistance.

It takes a minute to find her again, and I slowly roll behind her by about a dozen yards as I keep her in range of the app. Let’s see, she was exposed to the app since the first day in Literature, so her options must be pretty robust… and indeed they are, with some choice bits drawing my split attention:

MARIA CHAN
Poses lewdly when knowingly photographed: 10 gems.
Compelled to lick any penis or clitoris flashed at her within 5 feet until she or the owner comes: 50 gems.
Her mouth produces its maximum amount of saliva at all times: 7 gems.
Her breasts grow to C-cups: 20 gems.
She lactates based on how heavily she sweats: 8 gems.
Her fertility is constant and guarantees at least triplets if impregnated: 20 gems.
Instead of blood, she menstruates vaginal lubrication at thrice the volume she would during arousal: 5 gems.
Exercising arouses her without her realizing the connection: 10 gems.
Her clothes constantly malfunction and flash others present: 4 gems.
Hearing music compels her to striptease her clothes off: 40 gems.
All sources of arousal are twice as effective: 5 gems.
A slutty, alternative personality controls her social media posts and online presence: 40 gems.
Everyone, including her, ignores all her sexual or inappropriate interactions with User; toggable, but only witnesses with awareness turned on remember the ignored events while toggled off: 100 gems.
Hotkey, unlimited: remove panties: 5 gems.
Hotkey, unlimited: fast-forward to next phase of her menstrual cycle: 3 gems.
Hotkey, 5/day: give User a blowjob: 80 gems.
Hotkey, unlimited: summon Custom Girl within one mile: 3 gems.

I was half-expecting something like Belle’s writing boosts. I mean Maria was actually published after all! But mostly hers are just more core horniness with a few athletic boosts I wish Leona had. Indecision grips me as I hesitate to put a cart together; driving slow and picking her customizations at the same time proves harrowing, never mind that if she glances back then I'll need a halfway-reasonable explanation for why I’m tailing her.

MARIA CHAN
Get My Good Side (Poses lewdly when knowingly photographed.)
Drooler (Her mouth produces its maximum amount of saliva at all times.)
Leaky Exertions (She lactates based on how heavily she sweats.)
Play My Song (Hearing music compels her to striptease her clothes off.)
Wet and Wild Periods (Instead of blood, she menstruates vaginal lubrication at thrice the volume she would during arousal.)
Hotkey: Advance Cycle (Unlimited hotkey to fast-forward to next phase of her menstrual cycle.)
Arousal Multiplier (All sources of arousal are twice as effective.)
Horny Jogger (Exercising arouses her without her realizing the connection.)
Hotkey: Summon Custom Girl (Unlimited hotkey to have her try and reach you as fast as possible if she’s within one mile.)
TOTAL COST: 91 GEMS. OK?

I hesitate as I look at the grab-bag of options and then glance back up at the short woman I intend to inflict them on. Am I going to pull Maria in enough to warrant this? Looking at the list again, nothing really guarantees her compliance or enjoyment of my company… and the only thing on the list that does is as crazy-sounding as its price tag. But then, maybe that's the ticket. I build another cart, careful to not drive fast enough to fall into Maria’s field of view.

MARIA CHAN
Set to Ignore (Everyone, including her, ignores all her sexual or inappropriate interactions with or by User; toggable, but only witnesses with awareness turned on remember the ignored events while toggled off.)
Wet and Wild Periods (Instead of blood, she menstruates vaginal lubrication at thrice the volume she would during arousal.)
Hotkey: Advance Cycle (Unlimited hotkey to fast-forward to next phase of her menstrual cycle.)
Arousal Multiplier (All sources of arousal are twice as effective.)
Hotkey: Summon Custom Girl (Unlimited hotkey to have her try and reach you as fast as possible if she’s within one mile.)
TOTAL COST: 116 GEMS. OK?

Is this better? Well now she won't hate it, because she literally can't... and the idea of slowly training her body to become my slut, all while she's unaware until I pull the curtain back, is hot as Hell. My indecision is killing me, but in truth either stack of upgrades makes for a very interesting, moist experience… but maybe that’s not what I should be going for. Surely I’m not going to put all the pregnancy stuff in, as much as the app keeps reminding me, but-

My cart and thoughts are both cleared just as I glance up and realize facts about the object veering in front of my moving car. Blue pipework, a red helmet, tassels, training wheels, a young boy on a bicycle, wide eyes in terror as I'm about run him over, all in that order, too fast and too slow to manage a measured response- Shit-!

I smash the brakes until they squeak with the sudden stop of my minimal speed, and both the terrified nine-year-old and Maria turn to regard me at last. I glance between them, half-embarrassed at how my heart pounds after going from three miles-per-hour to zero, half because I'm unsure of what to do…

… and then a third person decides to question that.

“What the FUCK do you think you’re doing?!” comes the screeching voice of what I have to assume is the child’s mother. I get my bearings a bit more as everything comes into focus: I’m on a curved neighborhood road of fenced houses, mostly single-story duplexes, with nothing of note except the still-stunned minor I nearly ran over. A teenager about my age—sister, I’ll guess—rushes in and finally guides the boy away, still on his bicycle, to go back to driving on their half of the front lawn. They're both brown-haired and pale-skinned, neither meeting my gaze.

The one who does meet my gaze as she stalks across my car’s path and towards my door is the creature that I now know to be their furious, middle-aged mother. Chunky in parts and lacking in others, she is the model suburban mom whose face might possess a mature beauty when it isn’t twisted in fury as it is now. Her daughter—the resemblance is uncanny, even with the age gap—has about the same build: a fair chest and ass, but a long, beanpole body meant for runways, evidenced even now as the younger ushers away the child. Mom is just the older model with slightly bigger tits and striking eyes whose colors I can’t decide from where I sit.

“Lower your window!” Why would I comply with that command? Why do I? But I press the button in a hurry and never leave her gaze even as the threshold of glass lowers between us. The mouth on her, shit, but I’m stunned and unsure enough to not answer. I swear her face gets angrier when I comply.

All I manage to get out is a low, hushed, “I-It was-”

“It's the middle of the fucking day,” she barks, “what are you even thinking?! Huh?! You could've killed him!” It would have been a scrape or two really, but I don't even think to say it at the moment. “I should call the cops on... on- is that...” Her eyes go wide as she does the double take. “... a fucking video game?”

Looking down at me, her eyes drift to my lap and find what must be the Vita, still open and waiting for my choices on Maria. I follow her gaze down to it as if to doubt it myself.

Why yes, that's the Vita I was very much toying with when I nearly rolled over your child. I don't say that, of course, but it takes a second to realize how it looks: I almost injured her kid because I was fucking around on a portable toy of my own. I have no excuse or explanation at hand; it takes me as long to come up with one as it does her to reach into my car. That audacious reach, fueled by unthinking anger, promises to smash the Vita in its grip as she withdraws it from my car and shakes it at me, the veins in her neck bursting into view as her mouth and eyes bulge. “You’re playing fucking VIDEO GAMES?! You're going to wait right there while I call the... the...”

Oh… oh shit. I know the look on her face… and that telltale smirk as the stranger hands the controls back to me. “Where would you be without us to save you, hmm?”

That's... not Jane, somehow I can tell it's… Ginger? The Chief Programmer? The petite succubus comes back to mind, along with her overwhelming presence… and as I glance around, I can’t help but notice that others are also stunned and unmoving.

No… not stunned. Just unmoving. Only the boy continues towards the house, still stunned. The furious mother, her daughter, Maria Chan, and even an old lady who leans nosely over her own fence all stop moving entirely.

“What… what did you do?!”

“I cleaned up your mess, sweetie,” Ginger chides, “and I don’t like an audience… not while wearing this flesh anyways, ugh.” The mother’s face twists in disgust as she flicks her own right breast, lifting the heavily-padded bra into a clear outline in her navy-blue, button-down shirt. “A worn out model, for sure.”

I glance down at the Vita, where the punishment interface blinks at me:

UNAUTHORIZED USER DETECTED. UNAUTHORIZED LEGAL, PHYSICAL, AND PROPERTY THREATS DETECTED. COMPOUND VIOLATION: MAJOR PUNISHMENT AUTHORIZED.
RETURNING APP TO AUTHORIZED USER... DONE.
PLEASE SELECT A PUNISHMENT.

“Fun, isn’t it? Ever since your albino freaked out and broke your first Focus, we’ve been rebuilding and improving the security features. It wasn’t worth the energy to do it before, but… well, you just keep up the good work, User, and we'll keep improving things for you.” I look Ginger-mother up and down, expecting some kind of struggle or strain. Jane barely held onto my other girls, but Ginger looks perfectly at ease wearing this woman’s face. She gives a wry chuckle; I’ve long accepted that they’re able to read my mind, but it's still jarring when she responds, “Just because I can do this all day doesn’t mean I want to. Now pick a punishment. I made them myself,” she adds with a wink.

I look down wordlessly at the screen.

SELECT MAJOR PUNISHMENT FOR OFFENDER KIMBERLY MATHEU:

ZEUS’ BRIDE: she puts every effort she can into preparing herself and her adult daughters to be lovers or wives for User, as User prefers, and her commands to this end cannot be resisted by her daughters.

FREYA’S PRIDE: she accepts anything User gives her and acts proud and joyful to receive it, no matter how User offers to give it to her.

THOTH DENIED: no one but her perceives, remembers, or acknowledges whatever User does with or to her unless User permits it.

There is not a single one of these that is not totally fucked up, either on their face or by implication. Granted, punishments aren’t supposed to be nice, but… but this is ****, right? I didn't even want this lady! I mean, if I can make her look like her daughter... and with that first punishment, they'd... whoa Dave, you haven't even customized Maria yet! I mean, am I really considering adding a totally new Custom Girl to the mix on top of Maria?

On... top... of Maria?